Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 357: Master An, you taught me so well!

Anle looked at Ling Xiaoyao in front of him, and his heart was calm.

The young man whom he once valued had died long ago, and the one who was still alive was just a stranger wearing the guise of "Ling Xiaoyao".

"Master An, your Taoist magic was indeed extraordinary tens of thousands of years ago..."

Ling Xiaoyao took a step forward, and the hundreds of divine treasures behind him suddenly burst into dazzling light. Any one of these divine treasures was not that powerful, but when they gathered together, they possessed a terrifying power.

He continued, "But now, the times have changed! The changes in Taoism and the evolution of magical powers over tens of thousands of years have already reached a new peak, and I am the master of these new ways."

"Those skills of yours are outdated!"

In response, Anle just chuckled and said, "If that's the case, why don't you attack me?"

Ling Xiaoyao's expression changed slightly.

Facing this former teacher, he was actually extremely fearful in his heart. The figure standing in front of him in the past was like a mountain pressing on his heart. This pressure had never been erased even after tens of thousands of years.

If it weren't for the accumulation and experience over the years, which had completely changed Ling Xiaoyao's character, he wouldn't even have the courage to attack Anle!

His words were more of a way of persuading himself than intimidating Anle!

The more fearful he was, the stronger the magic power Ling Xiaoyao mobilized.

Not only are there the Heavenly Palace's Divine Treasures around him, but there are also Holy Gates and Divine Altars. Over the past tens of thousands of years, there have been many geniuses in the world who have been able to cultivate the Divine Treasures' secret methods. But they are all like fat fish that have been hooked, or like tall and strong leeks, that have been hooked and harvested by Ling Xiaoyao!

Even if these magical treasures are damaged during the grafting process, they should not be underestimated.

"Master An, let me show you my progress over tens of thousands of years!"

Ling Xiaoyao walked towards Anle with heavy steps. Even the space shook wherever he stepped.

The trees in the forest below fell down like wheat fields, and the sky changed color in an instant. The sea of ​​clouds roared and immediately turned into dark clouds, with strong winds and thunder.

For cultivators at their level, the mere traction of Qi can cause strange phenomena between heaven and earth.

Dao Wuya's eyelids twitched as he watched. He felt a strong sense of oppression from Ling Xiaoyao and thought to himself, "I am definitely no match for this man!"

And at some point, a rugged and crooked plum tree suddenly appeared in the sky.

This is the Tao Tree formed by Ling Xiaoyao's comprehension. According to common sense, when a cultivator condenses into a Tao Tree, it means he has reached the state of Hedao, which is far superior to Lianxu. You know, the original Emperor Zhou was only half a step away from Hedao!

However, Ling Xiaoyao's aura was far from being as unfathomable as He Dao's.

The power of this plum tree does not have the pure Taoist charm of the Taoist trees in the immortal tomb, but is extremely complex. It has the aura of divine treasure and spiritual power, the divinity belonging to gods, as well as a strong sense of evil and blood, which makes this plum tree look somewhat chaotic and evil.

Just as Anle said, Ling Xiaoyao has been on a wrong path, so he cannot truly break through to the Dao.

Ling Xiaoyao raised his hand, and a plum branch fell into his hand. He once again used the plum branch as a knife and slashed towards Anle.

The plum branch fell, and the many divine treasures behind him suddenly burst into light. The various colors of the Heavenly Palace, the Holy Gate, and the Altar gathered together to form a purple halo, which fell down together with the branches!

The numerous thunderclouds were split into two and all dyed crimson purple, turning into purple clouds that covered the sky.

Anle stood in the air, without any unnecessary movements, he simply summoned Yangyang, transformed him into a long sword, and swung it down in the same way!

"Master An, others may not know this, but I know it very well. Your swordsmanship is the weakest of your many abilities."

Ling Xiaoyao laughed loudly, his expression twisted: "When you challenged the Imperial Academy, if someone had challenged you with this, you would have lost without a doubt."

Anle said calmly: "Xiaoyao, you are not the only one who has made progress."

As he spoke, the innate energy rushed into the sword madly, bringing out an extremely simple and long sword light. Wherever Ling Xiaoyao looked, there was the dazzling and brilliant sword light.

A terrifying sword energy that seemed powerful enough to slay gods and split the sky rose into the sky, approaching the level of entering the Tao.

Ling Xiaoyao's face suddenly changed, but since he had the plum branch in his hand, he naturally couldn't stop.

clang--

The collision of Taos produces an extremely loud and deafening sound of Tao.

Two terrifying auras clashed, and the aftermath of the leakage fell in the mountains and forests. Suddenly, the earth shook violently, countless trees broke their roots, and gullies spread like a spider web. It was as if a sun had hit the mountain range, completely changing the terrain here. The horrifying fluctuations not only affected this mountain range, but also rolled out continuously.

Dao Wuya couldn't help but mobilize his magical powers to protect himself and withstand the aftermath of the collision between the two.

Farther away, people in the main city of Taixu also felt the shaking of the earth and the turmoil of spiritual energy, and they were all terrified.

"What happened again? Who caused such a big commotion?"

Suddenly, a monk looked up, his eyes widened and he stood there in a daze.

The suspended city high above was seen shaking constantly due to this wave, causing all the cultivators in the city to be terrified. They thought that the suspended city was going to collapse, and several Void-Refining cultivators had to take action to resist the impact that came from nowhere.

A group of Lingxu looked in the direction where the wave came from, and suddenly felt their scalps tingling.

"It can be so powerful from such a long distance... Who are they fighting?"

"When did the world's powerful people become so numerous?"

Bu Suanzi looked expressionless and sighed, "What a troubled time!"

After the impact of this attack, the vibration of the Hanging City gradually subsided, but there were still many monks who were weaker on the road and were so shocked that they flew away to an unknown place.

If Anle and the other man had not fought in such an uninhabited place deep in the mountains, there would have been huge casualties.

At this moment, the sword light and the purple light quickly dissipated, the shape of the earth below was completely changed, and the mountains seemed to be flattened by an invisible giant hand.

Anle and Ling Xiaoyao exchanged positions and stood in mid-air with their backs to each other. The world seemed to have stopped at this moment.

With a crisp "crack" sound, a tiny crack appeared on the Yangyang in Anle's hand, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if wailing.

The material used to make the Zhenyang Stone is the Infinite Momentary Stone, which is so strong that it can be said to be the best material in the world. In Anle's hands, Yangyang has swallowed many precious materials and tempered them several times. It can even cut through the fingertips of gods.

But now, a gap actually appeared on Yangyang, which was enough to show how powerful Ling Xiaoyao's attack was!

This is due to the fact that Ling Xiaoyao has harvested the secret powers of countless cultivators. In terms of the depth of his magical powers, he is undoubtedly the best in the world.

Ling Xiaoyao's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Master An, your sword is about to break."

Anle shook his head: "No, it's you who wants to break it off."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiaoyao lowered his head in a daze and saw that the plum branch in his hand suddenly broke into pieces. The purple halo quickly dimmed, and on his chest, there was a faint bloodstain, which was oozing blood.

The scar looks light and shallow, but it actually goes through the chest!

As long as Ling Xiaoyao moved slightly, his upper body would slide off his chest.

It was not until this moment that Ling Xiaoyao felt a slight pain, and many sharp and terrifying sword intentions began to destroy his body.

This sword is so fast and so sharp?

Ling Xiaoyao was stunned, but then he grinned and said, "Master An, do you think you can kill me like this?"

"Crimson Palace Divine Treasure, come!"

He gave a light shout, and many Crimson Palaces burning with blazing fairy fire flew up behind him, spinning, arranging, and changing, reflecting on the acupoints and meridians in Ling Xiaoyao's body. The secret power hidden in the Crimson Palaces was continuously infused into them.

The Crimson Palace is located in the heart and controls heart power and vitality. A cultivator who opens up this sacred treasure can regenerate severed limbs and greatly enhance his self-healing ability.

And now, there are no less than a hundred Crimson Palace Divine Treasures that can provide Ling Xiaoyao with the supplies to heal his body!

In just a breath, the bloodstain on his chest faded and disappeared, and his heart, which was almost cut open, was healing quickly.

It can be said that as long as these divine treasures are still there, Ling Xiaoyao will be immortal!

An Le was not surprised at all. He looked at the Crimson Palace formation behind Ling Xiaoyao and praised him, "You have such a fantastic idea of ​​using so many divine treasures to perform the Natural Creation Technique. Your attainment in the divine treasure secret method is indeed better than mine."

That’s right, the formation that Ling Xiaoyao constructed using the Crimson Palace and the Heavenly Palace was based on the natural creation power of the Creation Palace, which further enhanced the effect of self-healing and regeneration.

To achieve this, one not only needs to master the secret method of Shenzang, but also be proficient in the natural creation method. Both are indispensable.

Anle carefully observed the details of the arrangement of these celestial palaces and discovered that the way some of the secret powers operated was slightly different from the original innate creation power, and was more subtle, sophisticated and perfect.

It is obvious that Ling Xiaoyao not only learned this technique, but also gained new insights and realizations based on it, but he never shared them with other practitioners.

Ling Xiaoyao sneered and said, “My divine ability is not limited to this!”

"Niwan Palace, come!"

Numerous Niwan Palaces descended one after another, and the chaotic and misty mental power expanded violently, turning into a vast ocean, and slapped Anle in the face!

This mental force is constantly distorting external objects and can easily tear matter into pieces. It is invisible and intangible and extremely difficult to deal with.

Anle was not in a hurry. The Blood Sea, Hell and Yellow Springs Heaven appeared quietly, turning the space in all directions into his own domain to compete with the Niwan Sky Sea.

But soon, Ling Xiaoyao summoned the Huangting, Yongquan, Yuchi and Yujing Heavenly Palace one after another. Each kind of divine treasure evolved into a kind of magical power in his hands. The Huangting turned into an extremely thick earth, and the Yongquan and Yuchi turned into two different Dao seas, pressing down at the same time as the Niwan Tianhai.

The most terrifying one was the Yujing Heavenly Palace. Ling Xiaoyao condensed all the Yujing Heavenly Palace into a long sword and attacked Anle.

The Yujing Palace is the core of the other five palaces, and its changes will naturally affect the momentum of the three seas and one land.

Every time the sword attacked, Anle had to withstand the pressure of all the magical powers of the Heavenly Palace at the same time.

Even though Anle's sword light was still extremely sharp and unstoppable, the vitality provided by the Crimson Palace Divine Treasure made it almost impossible for Ling Xiaoyao to be killed.

As one side gained strength, the other side lost strength, and Anle fell into a slump.

Under the repeated suppression of Tianhai Underground Palace, the sword light in the field gradually dimmed, and Anle's figure became difficult to see.

Dao Wuya looked at this scene, feeling heavy in his heart: "If this continues, Dao Ancestor Wuxu will be defeated."

In the battle just now, Ling Xiaoyao was killed at least dozens of times, but the existence of Jiang Gong's magical power saved his life.

Dao Wuya realized that such an exaggerated regeneration ability was not without a price. In the air, the phantoms of gods shattered and disappeared one after another, but this loss was even negligible to Ling Xiaoyao.

"After tens of thousands of years of hard work, this amount of effort and this harvest is simply too terrifying!"

At this time, Xuan Gongming and Danqing also rushed here. Seeing the situation, they were very anxious, but they remembered Anle's previous instructions, so they resisted the urge to take action.

Ling Xiaoyao held many Yujing Heavenly Palaces in his hands and used them as swords, slashing down continuously. Each sword contained immense power, causing the field formed by the Heavenly Palace and the Holy Gate to crush down.

He was panting heavily, his face twisted, as if he was crying and laughing: "Master An, why are you still alive! Why do you still appear in front of me! "

"Even if you die, I will still be your disciple. I will keep vigil for you and offer sacrifices to you. I will avenge you. But since you are alive, you will definitely oppose me and deny me. Then... I will have no choice but to send you to death with my own hands."

boom! boom! boom!

In the Tianhai Underground Palace, the area occupied by the Sea of ​​Blood and Yellow Springs became smaller and smaller, and the sword light became weaker and weaker, not as sharp as at the beginning, and it was difficult to compete with the Yujing Divine Sword.

"It's time to end this."

Ling Xiaoyao looked like a madman. He raised the Yujing Divine Sword again, exerting the power of all his magical powers to the extreme, and said coldly.

"Teacher An, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for teaching me too well!"

Before he swung his sword, he heard a faint voice coming from the Shenzang Realm.

"Yeah, it's time to end it."

Anle dispersed the magical powers around him and slowly walked towards Ling Xiaoyao. His breath was a little weak and his face was pale, but his temperament was still as calm and confident as at the beginning.

Ling Xiaoyao was overjoyed. Without the protection of his magical powers, he only needed one strike to take Anle's life!

He was about to swing his sword, but was surprised to find that the Yujing Palace in his hand did not move at all, as if he had lost control of it!

Ling Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows and activated many of his Niwan Divine Treasures, attempting to crush Anle to death with his mental power.

However, the Niwan Palace is also out of control!

Ling Xiaoyao was confused and terrified, and asked, "What on earth did you do?"

Anle's pace did not stop, neither slow nor fast, but it gave Ling Xiaoyao a great sense of oppression, he said lightly.

“Xiaoyao, your divine ability is indeed not bad, but it is not yours, and it will never be yours.”

Ling Xiaoyao then activated the Huangting, Yuchi and other divine treasures one after another, but his spiritual consciousness was like a drop in the ocean, with no response at all.

Ling Xiaoyao was shocked and his mind was in great confusion.

The shadow behind him still existed, but the divine treasures that he had spent tens of thousands of years harvesting seemed to no longer belong to him.

Chapter 358 Ling Xiaoyao's Death

Ling Xiaoyao looked at Anle walking towards him step by step, feeling Shenzang losing control behind him, his heart was shaken and horrified.

But he was a cultivator who had lived for tens of thousands of years after all. He suppressed his fear, scanned with his spiritual sense, and quickly found the clues.

I saw sword marks appearing in his countless divine treasures at some point.

The sword mark was inconspicuous, insignificant under the vast and bright light of the divine treasure, and difficult to be detected, but the sword intent contained in it was breathtaking.

The purpose of the sword marks is not to destroy these divine treasures, but to sever the connection between them and Ling Xiaoyao!

"When was it?"