Chapter 137 How can Middle Earth be without heroic spirit? How can alien races be called emperor [please give me monthly votes]

No one knows what realm is after the ten realms.

Even the world's number one Yuan Meng Emperor in the world, he only entered the ten realms and did not break the ten realms.

Therefore, for the world, this is an unsolved mystery. Perhaps... On the holy mountain, the holy teacher who overlooks the sky and the earth has truly entered the eleventh realm.

That unimaginable state in the world.

However, if the years go back and count back, can there be a peerless figure who enters the eleventh realm?

Perhaps there may be some, in that chaotic era of the hundreds of schools of thought, and the eternal emperor who created the Wenyuan and the Martial Temple with his own hands, ended the chaotic world, and returned to the world, perhaps... also broke ten.

Realm, the existence of entering the eleven realms.

However, such existence cannot live forever.

According to the classic records, this eternal emperor unified the world, causing the demon clan Kunpeng Mountain and the dragon genus of the four seas to bow down and surrender to the emperor, and created the eternal prosperity, to become a peerless tyrant.

In the end, the immortal behind Tianmen was attacked and killed.

So far, there has been no accurate judgment on how that battle and how the emperor who has been recorded in eternity have died.

It seemed as if an invisible hand covered the sky, blurring the smoke and dust from the years ten thousand years ago, and unable to see the real details.

Is the emperor a tyrant?

Is the immortal killing the emperor really annihilated the harm of the world?

Everything becomes unknown, like a faulty history, forever becoming the years of endless expectations and imagination for future generations.

Emperor Yuanmeng stared at the young man in front of him, stubborn and full of pride, carrying Zhao Huangting who was on the verge of dying, with a firm look on his face, staring at him, the world's number one cultivator, without any fear or despair.

Emperor Yuanmeng did feel an unusual force, slowly recovering, a force that made him palpitations and expectation.

A trace broke into his eyebrows, and his soul appeared and faintly appeared from it. It seemed that the majestic fire of Nirvana was rushing in his Niwan Palace and was trapped in it.

His soul was extremely strong, surpassing the nine realms, crossing the immortal platform, and truly achieving Nirvana.

Unlike Zhao Huangting, who could not control the fire of Nirvana, and could only be burned by the flame of Nirvana, and eventually withered regretfully.

He controlled Nirvana, and the qi and blood in his body were like a vast ocean, which was a real land fairyland. The release of a random qi was enough to break through the vast sea and destroy the huge waves!

He released his energy without any concealment, and it was like a rising sun, dazzling to the extreme, and terrifying to the extreme.

A generation of geniuses has been based in the world for the first five hundred years, and no one can shake his sharpness.

Among the forces in the world, no one can challenge his status.

The two gates and three Buddhist temples, one picking stars and one hell, are all difficult to shake.

This naturally proves the power and outrageousness of Emperor Yuanmeng.

Today, the silent blood of Emperor Yuanmeng seemed to be running at this moment.

The energy between heaven and earth condensed into substance. Emperor Yuanmeng stepped on the ground and stared at the young man in white clothes who was suddenly swept up by the wind.

The wind blows in heaven and earth is strong!

Flying sand and rocks, rocks are in the sky, and waves are striking!

There seemed to be a sword intent in Anle's body, like a volatile string, and suddenly exploded.

With one bounce and one tweet, the air spreads like ripples!

Anle closed her eyes and carried Zhao Huangting on her back, lifted the green mountain. The green mountain was standing in front of her, and she stepped forward with her soles, and her toes were on the ground, drawing an arc.

Then he suddenly pushed Qingshan out.

A golden sword intent lingered in the green mountains, causing the broken bamboo sword to fly slowly towards Emperor Yuanmeng.

Emperor Yuanmeng was full of energy like a vast ocean. He raised his hand in a hurry and punched the broken bamboo sword that was speeding towards him.

The fist and the sword collided fiercely!

The tip of the sword was on the bronze fist.

In an instant, a thin layer of ripples spread out in the center of the collision, like a lake. The ripples were like a breeze, and there was no huge momentum wherever they passed.

However, when the ripples on the lake spread, many powerful people retreated, pressed down their bodies, or jumped up to avoid them.

Thousands of feet away, some birds that were unknown were swept by the ripples, and instantly seemed to be struck by lightning. Only a little bird's hair was still floating, and the body had already exploded into blood mist.

On the walls of Yuanmeng Dadu, the city-modification formation was automatically opened to block the wave and left vaguely a sign of depression on the formation.

Above the sky, the Sixth Mountain Lord frowned. After suppressing the many powerful people of the Yuanmeng Empire, he hugged his hands and looked at the bamboo sword that collided with Emperor Yuanmeng below.

A hint of doubt gradually appeared in his eyes, and after the doubt... it was shocked!

This sword... was actually a collision with Emperor Yuanmeng, no matter how far it is!

That is the Emperor Yuanmeng, the best in the world in the Double Ten Realms!

Anle handed over a sword, why did he achieve such a battle?!

The Sixth Mountain Lord felt something was wrong. It turned out that this was Anle's confidence!

Anle really has a trump card that he never thought of.

Suddenly, the Sixth Mountain Lord thought of the word that appeared on it after he stepped on the First Mountain Lord.

"win."

Could it be...

boom!

Zhao Huangting, who was carried by Anle, suddenly felt an invisible wave of air rushing into his body, and his body suddenly flew away and landed on the ground in the distance.

Anle's white clothes were flying, and her closed eyes slowly opened.

Deep in the pupils...

What flows is golden!

The surging golden sword intent!

The strong wind in the world rose out of thin air, and the white clothes blew, and the swallows in the sword box returned to their nests at this moment, emitting an extremely dazzling sword roar.

However, Anle's hair was flying and he did not use the swallows to return to the nest.

Just opened his golden eyes and looked at the Yuanmeng Emperor who blocked Zhujian Qingshan.

...

...

"Senior, come out and see...the mountains and rivers here."

Among the green mountains, next to the Emperor's stone figurine.

Anle pressed his palm against the stone figurine's heart and said softly.

The golden sword-inspired raindrops that dripped down made the stone figurines seem to be revived. The corners of the lips that looked into the distance seemed to be slightly raised at this moment.

"good."

There are extremely majestic words echoing between heaven and earth.

After responding, a piece of fingernail-sized fragment broke on the cheek of the Emperor's Stone Fiction, and the fragments broke into dust, turning into sand between his fingers, and flying towards the wind.

"The sword intent is only ten strands, and it is impossible to even maintain the complete sword move of the lonely one. However, you can look at it and experience the purity of the sword."

"What I once praised was a fellow practitioner of physical training and spiritual cultivation. He integrated the world's methods and studied a volume of scriptures. You have obtained some of the first volume of the scriptures. The first volume is recorded in the green mountains. As for the second volume, you need to

You go and search."

“It shouldn’t be difficult to find.”

The majestic voice resounded in Anle's mind, lingering endlessly, like a drum and a morning bell.

Anle could clearly feel that the sword intent golden elixir, the size of rice grains condensed in the dantian, began to evaporate and dry bit by bit.

"The sword, rising horizontally, is for 'one'."

“The one that moves forward.”

"A shocking one."

"One that unifies the world."

"With this 'one', you can be extremely sharp and destroy everything."

...

...

The bottom of the sword pool.

The water flows and the sword energy rises.

The old sword saint opened his eyes, and sigh and admiration flashed in his eyes. The awakening of the sword intent ten thousand years ago represents the ultimate sword in the human world.

It means that his move to suppress Anle with Jianchi Lake is not wrong.
To be continued...