Chapter 156 There Are Dozens of Cold Mountains Here. You Choose One to Be the Seventh Mountain.

The east wind blows and the drizzle comes, and there are thunders inside and outside Yanchun.

The rich aroma of wine floats out of the tavern, lingering inside and outside the nose, but Meng Po has no desire to smell it.

When the burly figure blocking the door, the eyes under the silver mask, stared at him indifferently and coldly, an inexplicable sense of pressure suddenly swept over his body, and his muscles froze involuntarily.

It was a muscle instinct after encountering the gaze of a strong man who had killed many people.

Meng Po didn't expect that he learned the news that Anle had left Taimiao Lane, and rushed over excitedly, even with the lives of everyone in the tavern as a challenge, Anle still did not accept his challenge, and even threw out a puppet...

Puppet?

Real person or... dead thing? !

Meng Po stared at the burly puppet solemnly, and couldn't help but think in his heart.

What does it mean not to bully him? You must defeat the puppet first before you can challenge Anle...

Anle is so confident in this puppet?

In his mind, the aura of this puppet...seems to be only in the fifth realm.

A puppet in the fifth realm, without self-consciousness, is not worth worrying about!

Meng Po's eyes wrapped in black fog revealed a hint of coldness.

"Playing tricks, no matter what kind of puppet you are, I will kill everything!"

"I am the number one on the Xiliang Questioning Demon List. I have experienced countless life and death to climb to this realm. Among the five realms, I am invincible!"

Under the black fog, a blood-red long sword emerged.

He held the sword, and the blade was gently raised. The raindrops falling from the narrow sky of the alley passed through the blade of the blood-red long sword and were easily cut in half!

The black fog suddenly exploded, as if it merged into the raindrops, hidden between the interweaving rain curtains, as if the world disappeared, and killed the huge war puppet blocking the door!

Winter!!!

Suddenly.

The rain in front of the war puppet exploded!

A blood-red knife was suddenly blocked by a black iron bow that was taken from behind the puppet at some point.

A huge force was transmitted from the bow, and Meng Po's eyes shrank. Such power... was like a mountain collapsing, and the huge rocks piled up and smashed down were not the power that the fifth realm should have!

The blood-red knife hit Meng Po's shoulder, and his body flew backwards, and his back smashed the rain into pieces, and the rain powder was hazy, like water mist lingering.

His body fell on the bluestone ground in the alley, which was full of water, and slid out, pulling out two inverted triangle water marks.

Can't get in!

Meng Po wanted to shake off Anle's puppet, rush into the tavern, and force Anle to take action.

However, he couldn't break the defense line created by the puppet!

How is this possible...

In the Five Realms, Meng Po is definitely not weak. He dares to call himself invincible in the Five Realms. Naturally, he has this confidence, although he knows very well that he is still a little short of the real invincibility in the Five Realms.

Because the real invincibility in the Five Realms should be in the Yuanmeng Empire.

However, it is impossible for him to not be able to break through the defense line created by the Five Realms Puppet!

The rain fell on Meng Po's body. He turned his head and looked at the window of the tavern. There, Anle was already leisurely drinking a pot of old yellow wine specially warmed by the proprietress, and even a pile of peanuts.

The eyes were full of teasing.

That kind of teasing made Meng Po murderous in his heart, and his spirit suddenly became crazy.

Every genius on the Asking Demon List is not mentally normal. It is the mental will that has gradually become distorted under the high pressure between life and death for many years.

Bang!

The rain on the ground exploded, Meng Po held the bloody long knife, a crazy smile appeared on his face, and strode towards the window where Anle was!

Stop!

A sound of wind and thunder surged on the eardrum!

Meng Po had just taken a few steps when the smile on his face suddenly froze.

In the child's hole, an arrow was flying at a high speed, piercing through the raindrops, and the tip of the arrow contained wind and thunder!

The most important thing is... the speed is too fast!

Even the rain can hardly stop the speed of the arrow!

The grasp of time, the grasp of opportunity, the control of the inertia of his body movements... It is simply perfect and impeccable.

Meng Po's figure is just at the time when the old strength has just gone and the new strength has not yet been born.

The arrow pierced through!

Puff!

An arrow pierced through Meng Po's shoulder, the wind and thunder exploded, bringing up a ball of shattered flesh and blood, the arrow passed through the body, and the power it carried, hit the ground hard, nailing the bluestone ground with spider web-covered cracks.

The bits of bright red blood were instantly washed away by the heavy rain.

Meng Po still had a frozen smile on his face, staring at the pierced shoulder, but a sense of crisis gradually rose in his heart.

The sound of wind and thunder continued to resound!

The sound of the bowstring being fully pulled and then released made Meng Po's hair stand on end.

Not daring to run, he held the blood-red long sword horizontally in front of him, and one after another, the arrows wrapped in wind and thunder hit the blood-red long sword fiercely.

Sparks flew, and the arrows hit the same position!

The staggered rhythm of the arrows between breathing made Meng Po unable to change his body shape at all.

The power contained in the arrows shot him back abruptly, and the blood-red long sword was against his chest. Every time an arrow hit, a terrifying energy would pass through the blood-red long sword and penetrate his body.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out!

What kind of monster is this...? !

Meng Po was horrified and his eyes tightened. It was only the fifth realm, but the pressure on him was actually stronger than that of the sixth realm!

However, Meng Po is not a weakling, and being beaten all the time is not his style. He also knows... If he wants to fight Anle today, he must break this puppet.

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This is a puppet that is good at missing arrows!

Like a sharp archer in the army.

It's not like Meng Po has never fought against archers before. There are also archers who are good at bows and arrows on the Wenmo List.

However, the drawbacks of the Archer are too great.

That is, his melee strength is very weak. As long as he, Meng Po, can get close to the sharp archer and cut off the opponent's head, he can easily win.

In this case, let's close the distance and kill the archer first!

Meng Po's eyes showed a crazy scarlet color, and his innate spiritual energy surged crazily from his dantian.

Black mist lingered again, and the entire alleys in Yanchunli were shrouded in black mist.

In front of the tavern, there was also black fog billowing, making it difficult to catch Meng Po's whereabouts.

Suddenly, the blood-red sword tip emerged from the black mist, and with the outstretched corner, it stabbed the neck of the war puppet wearing a silver mask.

Meng Po's figure was hidden in the black mist, with a crazy smile on his face, as if he had already seen the head wearing a silver mask falling to the ground like wheels.

suddenly.

The black iron bow was retracted, holding the bloody long sword, and a short black spear was handed out from under the puppet's black robe.

The long bloody knife drew sparks everywhere.

Meng Po's eyes narrowed. The short spear was too fast, and he had to give up the blood knife. As soon as he let go of his hand, the blood knife was knocked away. He wanted to get away, but the spear, which was as black as ink, was suddenly thrown away.

With a pop, it penetrated his neck.

A bloody flower bloomed, and with great force, Meng Po's figure was driven to the ground in the alley of Yanchunli.

All the black fog dissipated.

Meng Po was nailed to the ground by the black spear, with blood coming out of his mouth. He held the short spear with both hands and tried to pull it out, but he could not move the short spear at all.

There was a crisp sound, and the other end of the two-part spear connected with the half spear that had pierced Meng Po's neck.

"You alone are worthy of being called invincible in the five realms?"

An indifferent and arrogant voice came from under the silver mask.

The burly body held a black spear in one hand.

Meng Po's eyes widened and he stared at the burly puppet in fear...

Inside the tavern.

Anle picked up the celadon wine cup, took a sip of the warm wine, and at the same time extracted six wisps of ordinary age energy from Meng Po, and then whispered one word between his lips: "Kill."

Threatening his well-being with the lives of everyone in the tavern...

From the moment he said those words, Anle's heart had already acquiesced that he must die.

Zhan Puppet and An Le have a clear understanding of each other, and they carry out An Le's orders extremely loyally.

The two-part spear was suddenly pulled out and then thrust out, heading towards Meng Po's head.

However, the strong man who has been paying attention to the situation here since the beginning of the battle will naturally not sit idly by.

"stop!"

The strong man from the Nine Realms of Xiliang Kingdom shouted coldly, and a majestic pressure from the Nine Realms Immortal Platform was already coming down, trying to stop the war puppet's movements and save Meng Po.

This Nine Realm guy didn't have time to rush over, mainly because Meng Po was defeated too quickly!

However, this Immortal Platform's coercion didn't even have time to fall before it was cut through by a sword.

The master of the Sixth Mountain, with his flying green clothes hanging over the alley, made the nine realms of the West Liang Kingdom dare not take a step.

puff.

The spear of the war puppet fell, and the fire of life in Meng Po's eyes was completely extinguished.

The cold rain slapped on his still-glaring face, causing hazy splashes.

This genius from the Xiliang Kingdom, who had become famous in the past two days and was causing crazy troubles in Lin'an Mansion, died like this... without any trouble in an alley.

There was silence between heaven and earth, except for the roar of the torrential rain falling on the human world along the narrow Yanchunli sky like a waterfall.

Yanchun inside and outside.

The strong man of the Nine Realms of Xiliang Kingdom had his eyes tightened, a little dazed, and a little dazed.

Unexpectedly, Meng Po, known as the Little King of Hell, would fall into Lin'an Mansion like this.

Inside the tavern.

Mortal people have long been as silent as cicadas, and dare not let out the atmosphere.

After all, the practitioners in the black mist used their lives as capital to fight for Anle, which was equivalent to saying that they could be killed at any time if they wanted to.

Make them feel as if they are walking in the face of death.

Even the fierce-tempered female shopkeeper has trembling hands. No matter how fierce she is, she is just an ordinary person. Compared with practitioners, there is a huge gap between heaven and earth.

Anle glanced at the situation in the tavern. The sword energy in Niwan Palace was clanging, and the sword in his heart trembled, releasing mental fluctuations that permeated and intertwined in the hearts of everyone in the tavern, helping them suppress their fears and overcome their inner shadows.

"It's all over, don't worry."

Anle took a sip of old rice wine and said in a soft voice.

The female shopkeeper was comforted by the power of the Heart Sword and became much calmer, with even fanaticism in her eyes.

"As expected of Mr. An, he is indeed amazing!"

"Such a guy actually dares to challenge the An family. The An family has never made a move. He is just a puppet. He can't stop him, and he dares to challenge him!"

The female shopkeeper danced with excitement, and the atmosphere in the tavern became enthusiastic.

Anle smiled, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Indeed, Anle said that he didn't want to bully them, and he was right. After all, Anle defeated the young Yuan Emperor in the War Puppet Space.

Now, if these people want to challenge him, they must defeat the War Puppet first, and they are right.

But... this War Puppet is the Young Yuan Emperor, a truly invincible existence in the Five Realms!

Even when Anle met it at the beginning, he was easily defeated!

He said he didn't bully, but in fact he was bullying.

And he was bullying to death. Others didn't know that the War Puppet was the Young Yuan Emperor, and they would even take it lightly at the beginning. When they were shocked by the power of the Young Yuan Emperor, they were already at a disadvantage, and basically they were slaughtered.

After all, the Young Yuan Emperor... was a monster that could kill the Seven Realms.

An Le compared the fighting power of the young Yuan Emperor and also speculated that he should be able to kill an ordinary seventh realm opponent now.

Even a genius seventh realm can fight.

Outside Yan Chunli.

With the death of Meng Po, the Sixth Mountain Master no longer stopped him and floated into the tavern. Standing at the door, the Sixth Mountain Master stared at the War Puppet with a strange look in his eyes.

He did not recognize that the War Puppet was like the young Yuan Emperor. After all, he could not associate the two together.

The strength that the War Puppet had previously shown to crush Meng Po surprised him.

"Puppet?" The Sixth Mountain Master stared, with some doubts in his heart, but that was all. With a cold face, he pushed open the door, and the water vapor raised by the rain immediately poured into the tavern.

The Sixth Mountain Master walked to where An Le was and sat opposite him.

An Le personally poured a glass of wine for the Sixth Mountain Master, but did not explain, because he could not explain, so he was too lazy to explain.

The Sixth Mountain Master thought of many things, such as Anle's heroic spirit and the means to use it, the will of the First Emperor who had been sleeping in the sword for thousands of years, and the Blood Guanyin who was summoned to kill Tongguan on the Canglang River...

Anle has many means, and it is even impossible to infer the source.

Obviously, Anle has another opportunity of his own.

For this opportunity, the Sixth Mountain Master will naturally not pay too much attention.

"Drink this glass of wine, and let's go to find the mountain."

Anle smiled: "Okay."

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Drunken Dragon Pavilion.

The floor where the geniuses of Xiliang Kingdom are located.

It was quiet.

The rainstorm outside roared and washed, and the rain on the black tile eaves intertwined into a water curtain.

Inside the house, the aroma of fine wine and the fragrance of dishes were still lingering, but the geniuses of Xiliang Kingdom no longer had the heart to eat and drink.

Meng Po died.

Gu Naihe, who had a beautiful figure, leaned against the railing, looking at the heavy rain outside, her red lips slightly raised, a little sad.

"Why did he die? I was waiting for him to lose to Anle, and then comfort him. What a pity..."

A sigh floated between Gu Naihe's red lips.

"And then sucked his energy dry?" Gu Huangquan glanced at her and said.

"Oh, brother, you are so annoying!"

Gu Naihe said angrily: "After all, Meng Po is a genius of our Xiliang country, and his teacher is the King Chujiang, one of the ten Hades. How could I do such a thing as sucking him dry? At most... at most I can suck 70% to 80%."

Gu Huangquan's face showed a sneer: "Then you still want to suck?"

"In the past two days since coming to Lin'an, you have sucked several practitioners from the Academy of Literature. It's almost time to stop. After all, this is not the capital of Xiliang. Without grandfather to protect us, we can't be too reckless."

"I know, who killed Meng Po? Anle said it was a puppet... But can a fifth-level puppet kill Meng Po so easily? Even the top-level corpse puppet in the fifth level in brother's hand... It would be difficult to do it, right?" Gu Naihe's big eyes flashed with doubt.

Gu Huangquan pondered for a moment, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and said: "There is news that the old Tianshi of Tianshi Mansion once gave the extremely precious thousand-year-old purple golden lotus in Tianshi Mansion to Anle. This puppet...may be related to Tianshi Mansion."

"Taoism is good at magic, talisman magic, Xuanhuang magic, and there is a kind of talisman armor magic in Taoism. This puppet should be developed by the old Tianshi and given to Anle."

Gu Huangquan stretched out his tongue and licked it, saying.

Gu Naihe nodded: "Using this puppet to block all those who want to challenge him can save a lot of trouble..."

"Brother, you said that if you want to challenge Anle, you must defeat this puppet. Is Anle stronger than this puppet?"

Gu Huangquan heard this, and a trace of bloodthirsty madness flashed in his eyes: "It's hard to say... but at least it won't be too different. If there are too many weak puppets, it will be difficult to control the puppets well."

"Anyway, I am very interested in this puppet. Maybe... I can make my corpse puppet technique go further!"

However, the bloodthirst in Gu Huangquan's eyes soon subsided. None of the practitioners from Xiliang Kingdom are normal.

"Don't challenge Anle for the time being. That puppet... Those geniuses on our Xiliang Questioning Demon List will die if they go there."

"Wait until the seventh mountain opens. Then you can see the true face of this puppet."

Gu Huangquan didn't lower his voice. Everyone on the floor heard it carefully, and none of them resisted.

Meng Po is dead, so if they go... they will indeed be committing suicide.

However, when asked about the geniuses on the magic list, none of them had any emotional fluctuations in Meng Po's death. They were just shocked at first, and then no longer cared.

After all, the Magic List changes... too often.

Today's Demon Questioning Ranking has not yet seen a leader-level being who can overpower all geniuses, and Meng Po has only been at the top for half a month.

Gu Naihe leaned against the railing again and took a deep breath of the sweet smell of rain in Lin'an Mansion.

"I wonder what kind of girl... Mr. An likes?"

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Still Zuilong Pavilion, upstairs.

Tielie, Wotai, Tuzhen, Boqi and other geniuses from the Yuanmeng Empire's Falcon List were all standing on the edge of the railing, their sharp eyes peering through the rain curtain.

The atmosphere was a bit solemn and severe, even...a bit solemn.

"The bouncing guy from Xi Liang who ranked number one on the Demon Questioning List...is dead."

Bo Qi, dressed in white, spoke. He was the grandson of Boyan, Prime Minister of the Yuan and Meng Dynasties. His father Bo Qi died on the battlefield and was cut in half by Ye Longsheng with the power of a red sword.

Therefore, Birch has always had a spark of revenge buried in his heart.

Unfortunately, his strength was far inferior to that of Ye Longsheng, and Prime Minister Birqi could not let go to kill Ye Longsheng because the Prime Minister cared about the entire Yuan Meng.

Ge Xiaoe, the only girl among the crowd, widened her eyes.

"Did he die? He died so quickly... Meng Po's strength is pretty good. Even if he faced me, he might lose."

Ge Xiao'e took a deep breath. As the only one on the Yuan Meng Empire's Falcon Ranking who had reached the Double Five Realm, she was naturally confident against Meng Po, but she couldn't kill Meng Po so quickly.

"That's just Anle's puppet..."

For the first time, Ge Xiaoe felt the horror of Anle.

He just created a puppet and killed Meng Po within a few moves.

What about Anle's own strength?

If you want to control a powerful puppet, your own strength will definitely not be much weaker than the puppet. If this is the case, facing An Le means that in addition to facing this puppet, you also have to face An Le... Think about it, You can feel a lot of pressure!

"Brother Tielie, tell me... when you reach the perfection of the five realms, can you win against Anle...?"

Ge Xiaoe asked solemnly.

However, the burly Tie Lie stood in front of the railing, his whole body trembling slightly, but he did not answer Ge Xiao'e's words.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes fell on Tie Lie, but they found that there was an inexplicable...shock on Tie Lie's face.

"I can't win, I can't win at all. Even...I will lose faster than Xi Liang Mengpo."

Tie Lie spoke.

As soon as the words came out, everyone was suffocated.

Tie Lie's answer really touched their hearts. Could it be that Tie Lie still thought that he couldn't even compare with Meng Po from Xi Liang?

In their eyes, that Meng Po...is nothing.

Tie Lie shook his head, his words seemed to be trembling.

"The puppet that Anle took out... I seem to... see the shadow of His Majesty!"

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In the Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, between the waterside pavilions.

The rain roared and washed away, causing the water in the small pond in the water pavilion to surge. The raindrops hit the surface of the pond, causing ripples. Drops of water were like boiling water, beating on the drum surface.

In the pavilion.

Qin Lishi was dressed in loose casual clothes and was sitting on a hollow stone bench. There was a chessboard on the table with crystal clear black and white chess pieces scattered on it. Opposite him was Qin Huaan.

After Qin Hua'an experienced the failure of facing Anle in Chunwei, his mood became much more solid, and his whole person became less impetuous.

The father and son are playing chess, and the chess pieces fall on each other on the chessboard, making a soft sound, accompanied by the sound of rain, which is quite leisurely.

After a while, in the pavilion, a black figure wearing a raincoat emerged slowly, clasping his fists towards Qin Lishi: "Master Xiang, in Yan Chunli, Meng Po was killed by several moves of the puppet thrown by An Le. ”

Um?

Qin Lishi's movement of holding the chess piece was frozen for a while.

Qin Huaan also had a look of horror in his eyes. Meng Po defeated Sima Pudu and Wang Qilin consecutively. With such strength... Qin Huaan thought that he had no chance of winning against them.

"What kind of strength does that puppet have..."

"Five realms."

"The puppet can kill Meng Po, so it should be easier to kill Meng Po Anle." Qin Lishi sighed: "This boy...has already become a man."

Anle's growth rate is really too fast, and he has many trump cards. Even Qin Lishi can't guarantee whether he can kill Anle by sending Nine Realm practitioners.

On the Canglang River, Anle killed Tongguan...

Can Anle, the trump card of Blood Guanyin, be shown again?

Although it was subjectively difficult to find such a trump card, Qin Lishi couldn't be sure.

Nowadays, Anle's own strength may have reached an unbelievable level. If you want to kill Anle, you must at least send a practitioner who has reached the seventh level to have a chance, and even a practitioner who has reached the eighth level is the safest.

There is such oppressive force before setting foot in the upper five realms. Once Anle breaks through the barrier, sets foot in the sixth realm, forges the sea of ​​​​qi, and refines Shenxiaju...

Even the Eighth Realm practitioners may not be able to kill Anle reliably.

"Monster..."

Qin Lishi sighed.

He glanced at the dejected Qin Huaan across from him. As his only descendant, Qin Lishi, Qin Lishi once thought that Qin Huaan's talent was acceptable, but compared with Anle...

The gap is too big.

"How can I avenge a thousand years of revenge?"

Qin Lishi narrowed his eyes.

He lost interest in playing chess and stood up, looking at the raindrops beating endlessly on the surface of the pond.

"You can continue to play this game by yourself. Don't think about dealing with Anle. You are no longer worthy."

Qin Lishi put his hands behind his back and said to Qin Huaan.

"I don't want to lose my last son."

After Qin Lishi finished speaking, he stepped into the rain curtain. The rainwater separated from his head like a curtain and could not fall into his body.

He left the mansion step by step and headed towards the palace.

Qin Lishi felt that he couldn't kill Anle with his strength...

However, the emperor of the Zhao family still has this ability.

He had to make the emperor of the Zhao family feel the threat of Anle and make the emperor of the Zhao family make up his mind to eliminate Anle.

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Meng Po's body was taken away by the Nine Realm experts from both countries.

The blood was washed away by the water in the alley, leaving nothing behind, only the spiderweb-like cracks left by the confrontation.

Anle took out a Yuanling Tongbao and handed it to the female shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, give me another bottle of wine, and there's no need to change the extra money."

An Le smiled: "I'm sorry for today, but don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again in the future."

A Yuan Ling Tong Bao was worth a lot of money. The female shopkeeper knew that this was the money An Le used to appease everyone, so she was free and easy and did not push An Le.

"What are you talking about? It's rare today because of everyone, ordinary people like An An can see the world of practitioners with our own eyes..."

"However, I have to say that the world of practitioners is really exciting. Unfortunately, ordinary people like us are not qualified to set foot in this world."

The female shopkeeper sighed.

An Le smiled gently: "The world has its own way of life. Being ordinary is not necessarily bad. Fireworks in the world... are sometimes what many practitioners dream of."

The female shopkeeper seems to understand.

If you don't understand, don't understand. The female shopkeeper glanced at the drinkers in the shop and said with a smile: "Everyone is in luck. All the orders today are bought by Mr. An."

"Open your mouth and drink."

Afterwards, the female shopkeeper smiled and went to make a new pot of old rice wine for Anle.

An Le took the wine and left the tavern with the Sixth Mountain Master.

The figures of the two people gradually disappeared into the rain curtain on the long street.

The female shopkeeper stared blankly at the disappearing An Le, and finally there was a touch of awe in her eyes.

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Anle held the oil-paper umbrella and put away the war puppet. The war puppet disappeared, causing the Sixth Mountain Lord to cross his arms and his eyes fluctuated.

The two of them left Yanchunli together.

A series of powerful minds swept over them immediately, but after getting close, they all took them away wisely.

After all, the deterrence of the Sixth Mountain Lord still exists. If he angers this ruthless Mountain Lord because of his wanton exploration, it may not end well.

"Anle, since you are near Lin'an Mansion now, choose a nearby mountain as a place to talk to the Holy Master. In addition, the seventh mountain will be the mountain you choose."

The Sixth Mountain Lord said.

Anle nodded, glanced at the Sixth Mountain Master, and resisted the urge to extract the energy of time from the Sixth Mountain Master.

Because he was about to talk to the Holy Master, Anle wanted to save this opportunity to see if he could extract the energy of time from the Holy Master.

The two of them walked along the main road of Royal Street. The owner of the Sixth Mountain was protected from rain, while Anle was holding an oil-paper umbrella to block the rain.

One in green clothes carries a thick pine wood sword box, and the other in white clothes has a bamboo sword on his waist. They all belong to a class of swordsmen with different temperaments.

All the way to the gate of Lin'an City, the minds of many who followed were shocked!

They knew very well that Anle and the Sixth Mountain Master left Lin'an Mansion for only one purpose...

That is to go to Xunshan, and Anle will go and talk to the Saint Master!

The place where Anle talks to the Holy Master... is the seventh mountain of the Holy Mountain in the future, and the test of the Holy Master will fall on that mountain!

If you can become the master of the seventh mountain of the Holy Mountain, enter the Holy Mountain, and become a disciple of the Holy Master, your future will be limitless.

Over the long years, the mountain masters who have become disciples of the Saint Master have basically been able to break into the ten realms. Although these mountain masters will disappear from the world as their deadline approaches, there are rumors that they were taken away by the Saint Master as their deadline approaches. Enter the legendary "Holy Realm", extend your longevity, gain more years, and be able to attack the eleventh realm.

This is also the reason why the Holy Mountain is transcendent. Although the mountain masters are not the strongest in the world, because of the Holy Master, the mountain masters are able to transcend.

Anle and the Sixth Mountain Lord left Lin'an City. The rain outside the city washed away, and the sky and the earth were gray, and no shadow of Hanshan Mountain could be seen.

Anle held an oil-paper umbrella, looked at the gray sky and earth, and squinted his eyes.

"There are dozens of cold mountains here. You choose one to be the seventh mountain."

The main road of the sixth mountain.

After finishing his words, the Lord of the Sixth Mountain raised his hand, opened the pine sword box an inch, and a seven-color sword flew out from it.

With a tap of his fingers, the colorful sword suddenly flew out.

It was like a rainbow tearing through the sky.

The rain curtain in the sky was suddenly split into two, and in front of An Le's eyes, the cold mountains were exposed in the mist and rain.

It can be said that this is the card for someone to become a dialogue saint. If you have the qualifications to choose the Seventh Mountain, even if you do not become the master of the mountain in the future, the appearance of the Seventh Mountain is inseparable from it.

At the beginning, Li Youan chose a mountain, but unfortunately, the opening of the seventh mountain, which was supposed to be opened at that time, was postponed by the Saint Master for some unknown reason.

"Take your time to choose, this is your right and honor."

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain said.

Anle nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

In Lin'an Prefecture, more and more minds intertwined and spread out, gathering outside the city, staring at the young man holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rainstorm.

In Tianxuan Palace, the Emperor of the Zhao family sat on the throne and looked out of Lin'an Prefecture.

Qin Lishi, who had just entered the palace, also stopped talking, turned his head to release his mind perception, and paid attention to this scene.

Wenyuan, in a thatched house.

The great doctor Zhu Huoxi was telling his students about his Confucian philosophy, and Liu Yue sat in it, listening quietly and seriously.

Suddenly, Zhu Huoxi raised his eyes, stopped talking, and looked outside Lin'an Prefecture.

Under the stele pavilion of Wenqu Monument, rain was washing. Second Master Pang Ji stood here with his hands behind his back, looking out of the city.

On the Zuilong Pavilion.

The geniuses on the Yuanmeng Falcon List who were lost in thought all reacted.

Tie Lie's burly body jumped directly from the high building of Zuilong Pavilion, knocked through the rain curtain, and landed on the long street.

Boyan, Wotai, Tuzhen, Ge Xiaoe and others followed, strolled in the rain curtain, and walked out of the city.

Gu Huangquan and Gu Naihe also led the geniuses of the Xiliang Questioning Demon List out of Zuilong Pavilion. As for the dead Meng Po, no one paid attention to him anymore, even though he had brought harmony to Xiliang and won Sima Pudu and Wang Qilin on the Little Saint List. But once he died, for the geniuses on the Xiliang Questioning Demon List, he was yesterday's flower and had no value.

Lu Ziwei held the azure sword hidden in the scabbard, and looked at the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Falcon List and the Xiliang Questioning Demon List who were walking on the Imperial Street.

She also floated out, releasing her aura, and followed the geniuses of the Dali Kingdom Star List.

In addition to these three groups of people.

There were also separate figures walking on the long street.

The young Guanyin of Ganye Temple, with a beautiful face, wore a white long skirt, barefoot, and 33,000 troubles were coiled up, fixed with a purple bamboo hairpin, chanting Buddhist words, and the rain around seemed to be twisted.

The Buddhist son of Lianhua Temple, wearing a fiery red monk's robe, with 24 golden lotus petal waist badges on his waist, engraved with Buddha images, 24 waist badges, 24 Buddha images.

The Buddha's light was brilliant, as if the reincarnated Buddha was walking, and the rain evaporated before it fell.

There were also people walking in the human world of Lan Ke Temple, who were also bald monks, but wearing a deep blue monk robe, with delicate features, and looked very ordinary, but there was a Buddha light behind them.

The geniuses of the three Buddhist temples were walking on the streets of Lin'an.

Even Tie Lie and others were attracted by their gazes and their faces became solemn.

In addition, there were the Taoist of Zhenwu Temple and the little Tianshi of Tianshi Mansion. The two looked similar, both wearing Taoist robes, wearing jade crowns, carrying peach wood swords, and wearing black and white checkered cloth shoes, and walking in the rain.

The only difference was that the Taoist robe of the little Tianshi was pure black, while the Taoist robe of the Taoist of Zhenwu Temple was pure white.

The interweaving of black and white was like the collision of Taiyin and Taiji.

Lin'an Mansion under the heavy rain should have been quiet, but it became lively all of a sudden because of the arrival of these people.

They all walked towards the outside of the city gate, and soon met and gathered outside the city gate.

Of course, they all stood in their own places, looking at Anle, who was standing quietly at the city gate under the rain with an oil-paper umbrella.

On the official road outside Lin'an Prefecture, a girl in red wearing a bamboo hat came slowly, with a rosy glow behind her, as if she was holding her body up and entering the starry sky.

Raising her head, her beautiful face seemed to melt into the mist and rain. The person who came was Ye Wenxi, who had returned from the Canglang River battlefield. She arrived in Lin'an so late because she broke through the barrier of the double six realm in the Canglang River battlefield.

She stopped quickly and looked quietly.

At this moment, Anle seemed to become the focus between heaven and earth.

Because his choice would become the new focus between heaven and earth, so he became the focus.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

No one spoke, and even their breathing slowed down.

They all stared at the boy who stood quietly with his eyes closed and holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The geniuses from Yuanmeng, Dali, and Xiliang, as well as the geniuses from Dazhao who walked out of Lin'an Prefecture, Wang Qilin who was defeated by Meng Po, the pale Sima Pudu, and the indifferent Qin Hua'an and other geniuses from the Small Saint List.

They were all staring at Anle.

The heavy rain fell on the ground, like the sound of hooves and drums of thousands of troops.

Anle slowly opened his eyes and looked at the cold mountains in the distance that were separated by sword energy.

In his eyes, those cold mountains seemed to have sharp sword energy gushing out, and the sword energy climbed high, as if competing to cross!

The mountains are spiritual, showing sharp energy, sharp energy like sword energy, rushing into the bullfight, filling the sky!

Just to be chosen by Anle!

Anle's eyes finally fell on the mountain whose sword energy seemed to disperse the evening clouds.

A smile hung on the corner of his lips.

He raised his hand and tapped lightly on the green mountain at his waist with his fingers.

The green mountain made a humming sound, and then it rushed out from his waist and turned into a sword light.

Anle closed the oil-paper umbrella, took a step forward, and his body seemed to merge with the sword light, and he quickly rushed towards the chosen Hanshan in the distance!

The Sixth Mountain Master raised his lips, he knew that Anle had already made a choice.

After Anle left, the geniuses in Lin'an Mansion looked at each other, and then they all burst out with energy.

Like a river full of gulls and herons, fighting for the crossing.

This is the gathering of the top talents of the younger generation in the entire world.

Daozi and the Little Heavenly Master smiled, and clouds and mist appeared under their feet, as if they were flying in the clouds, chasing Anle away.

The three Buddhist temples, Shao Guanyin, Lan Ke Xingxing and Lianhua Buddha also walked slowly, but the ground seemed to be constantly shrinking under their feet, like a magical power shrinking the ground into an inch.

Ye Wenxi's sword energy stirred up and knocked away the cloud flow. The girl took advantage of the wind with her sword and chased after him.

Tielie, Wotai, Boqi and Tuzhen went all out, their energy and blood surged, the rain disappeared after being hit, and turned into a stream of light and rushed out.

At this moment, the gray sky seemed to be much brighter, because these geniuses released their beauty and became brighter.

Everyone is maintaining almost the same speed because they can't go beyond Anle. Anle is the one who chooses the mountain. If they go beyond Anle, they won't know where the mountain is.

However, within a limited distance, they competed with each other.

Daozi competes with the little heavenly master, the descendants of the three Buddhist temples compete, the geniuses on the Falcon List compete with the descendants of these top forces in the world...

The heavy rain is heavy and time waits for no one.

Their fight began on their way to find the Seventh Mountain.

Anle's mind sensed the situation behind him, but he didn't care and didn't bother to care.

The brilliance breaks through the bead curtain?

??Under the curtain of rain, Anle was wrapped in the Qingshan sword energy in front of him, and behind him were the geniuses!

Boom!

Above the sky, there is thunder surging behind the clouds!

An Le was wrapped in sword light and suddenly fell down. Qingshan trembled slightly, and was held by An Le and pinned to his waist.

The clouds and fog in the mountains slowly dispersed.

Anle looked at the familiar mountain with a smile on her lips.

The mountain has no name, but the drunken pine came to help me, so it was named Fusong.

Fate, wonderful beyond words.

An Le smiled and opened the oil paper umbrella again, like a flower blooming at the foot of the mountain.

The white clothes are better than the snow, the green mountains are worn on the waist, and the rice wine is carried in the hands.

Climb the mountain and talk to the Holy Master.

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