Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 356 355. Ling Xiaoyao
An Le temporarily ignored the sense of crisis that appeared out of thin air, and stood up from the Taixu Dao Pond, her breath still rising steadily.

The surrounding jade lotus, swimming fish and other visions not only did not disappear, but became more solid. This is because the Dao intention generated when An Le broke through, fed back this pool of Taixu Dao liquid.

At this moment, An Le activated the Primal Chaos Innate Skill, and the phantom of the sacred tree stood quietly among the eleven divine treasures again. The secret power of Yijinzang is also integrated into the trunk of the sacred tree.

The two complement each other and bring out the best in each other, as if forming a unified cycle, which is spectacular.

Around An Le, there is almost an existence similar to a dojo. The jade lotus, the giant tree, the god city, and the young man all show the detachment and strength that a cultivator should have.

Anle's breakthrough so quickly this time is due to his precipitation and accumulation some time ago, and the battle with the corpse ape sage forced out his potential. An Le stepped out of this step, and it was a matter of course.

However, the difference between An Le and ordinary monks who break through the refining void is that he first opened up the earth god platform, and then used the power of the gods to break through the bottleneck of refining void, so his realm is still a little unstable.

When the perception of the void welled up in his heart, An Le also felt the existence of an invisible barrier, which was the so-called realm shackles, blocking all the monks in the world, making people breathless.

Even so, Anle's strength has grown linearly, and the improvement in strength is obvious.

The current him is truly invincible!
But the sense of crisis is still intensifying, and the maliciousness is as real as it is, locking Anle's energy, and ripples are rippling in the void, which is a harbinger of some kind of terrible existence that will come through the void.

"This is……"

The corners of Dao Wuya's eyes twitched, and an extremely ominous premonition appeared inexplicably, and he couldn't help feeling awe-inspiring.

A cultivator who refines the void has a powerful primordial spirit, which is implicitly connected to the heaven and the earth, and there will be no warning signs in his heart for no reason.

He murmured in a low voice: "Could it be that this is the danger of the secret method of Shenzang?"

Before Dao Wuya could figure out why, An Le took a step forward, submerged in the void, and shuttled away.

He did this in order to choose a more suitable place to fight, so as to avoid the aftermath of the fight from destroying this pool of precious Primordial Dao Liquid.

Seeing this, Dao Wuya also stepped into the void, following the trace left by An Le.

The next moment, the two left under the main city of Taixu and came to a vast mountain.

This place is some distance away from Taixu Palace, and Anle is no stranger, it is the inaccessible forest in the depths of the Gu Family Mountain Range.

Even so, the malicious lock has not weakened at all, but it is like the depression before the rainstorm, brewing a terrifying power.

The target of this nameless murderous aura was not Dao Wuya, but just the leaked aura made him feel an indescribable oppressive feeling, the sky above his head seemed to be getting lower and lower, as if it might be pressed down at any time, He is crushed!

Dao Wuya was terrified and in doubt.

His cultivation and strength are already the best in the world, even Daozu Wuxu and his senior brother are fine, why did an unknown strong man suddenly appear, and the breath alone made him tremble?
An Le stood in mid-air, with his hands behind his back, and sighed quietly, with rare and complicated emotions on his face.

Seeing this, Dao Wuya secretly guessed: "Is the other party also an old friend of Daozu Wuxu?"

At this time, the power accumulated around it had reached its peak, and as the space opened a crack again, a figure in a purple robe walked out from it.

There was joy in his voice: "Thousands of years have passed, and finally someone has cultivated the secret method of Shenzang again, fellow Taoist, dare to ask..."

The purple-robed monk's words suddenly stopped, and then his body began to tremble, with an extremely complicated expression on his face, and he muttered in his mouth.

"No, it's impossible...you're not him! He's already dead!"

"He has long been destroyed together with Da Zhou!"

The purple-robed cultivator's complexion changed several times, and finally became extremely gloomy. He asked coldly, "Which old man is your Excellency who turned into such an appearance afterward? Could it be that you are deliberately teasing me?"

An Le turned around, looked at the familiar but unfamiliar face, and said.

"Xiaoyao, don't you even recognize me as a teacher?"

This purple-robed man who came across the void was none other than Ling Xiaoyao, one of An Le's most valued disciples!

Tens of thousands of years have passed, Ling Xiaoyao has grown from that thin boy to a middle-aged man, not handsome, but handsome, his figure is stronger and taller, with a little smooth beard on his face.

His eyes are no longer as bright and clear as they used to be, but there are many more complicated things, among which are the deepest thoughts that even An Le can't fathom.

To be honest, he made An Le feel strange.

But in Ling Xiaoyao's eyes, An Le hardly changed.

His face is still young, still handsome and not like ordinary people, and the faint smile on his face is still full of confidence, as if he can face all difficulties. These qualities are the same as tens of thousands of years ago, and no one else can imitate them .

This face also made Ling Xiaoyao couldn't help but think of those past events a long time ago, those experiences that he thought he had forgotten and didn't want to recall.

The past is like yesterday.

However, everything has gone back.

Ling Xiaoyao can also see that some changes have taken place in Anle after all, not only the improvement of strength and cultivation, but also the tempering of Taoism and temperament.

He seems to have a firm temperament that has gone through all kinds of hardships and never changes his original intention, and this firmness makes Ling Xiaoyao feel dazzling for a moment, and dare not look directly into Anle's eyes.

"Master An, you are really Master An!"

Ling Xiaoyao's tone was still unbelievable: "But you already..."

An Le smiled lightly: "Now, don't I just stand in front of you?"

Ling Xiaoyao forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and then showed a look of ecstasy, and even tears fell from the corners of his eyes, then he walked not far from An Le, and said affectionately.

"After ten thousand years, Xiaoyao never expected to meet An Shi again."

"Master An, please be respected by your disciples!"

After finishing speaking, Ling Xiaoyao fell down and kowtowed deeply.

Dao Wuya not far away heaved a sigh of relief, and said in his heart: "It turns out that he is a disciple of Daozu Wuxu, it seems that it was just a misunderstanding."

In his mind, the great crisis has been resolved.

But at this moment, Ling Xiaoyao suddenly raised his head, and a terrifying magical power flew out of his eyes, stabbing directly at An Le's chest.

This is a seemingly ordinary purple plum branch, but there is a turbulent glow on it, the breath is extremely terrifying, and the loud Taoist sound vibrates accordingly.

Dao Wuya's complexion changed drastically, he felt the danger of this move, if he was ambushed by him at this distance, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

But he couldn't figure it out for a while, why did the disciple of Daozu Wuxu suddenly make a move?
Keng!
Seeing that the plum branch was about to pierce his chest, An Le unhurriedly stretched out two fingers and pinched it between them, unable to penetrate an inch.

The timing and strength were just right, to the peak, it was almost as if he had expected this blow in advance!

As for the coming Xiaguang and Daoyin, they seemed to be sinking into a quagmire, weakening a little bit, and when they reached Anle's side, it was like a breeze blowing on the face, without any lethality.

An Le didn't change his face, and said lightly: "Xiaoyao, you hide your murderous aura very well."

"But it's not enough to fool me."

Seeing that the disguise was seen through, Ling Xiaoyao's expression became extremely fierce, and another plum branch appeared in his hand, and he used the plum branch as a knife to chop at An Le.

The plum branches cut down, even the space was cut open, cracks leading to the void were continuously formed, and all obstacles in front of them were easily cut off.

Ke Anle just stretched out his big hand, and all the cracked spaces were healed again, as if the mysterious power of the void carried on the plum branch did not exist.

Although An Le has only just broken through refining the void, he has had contact with the void as early as Yuanying, and even stepped into it himself.
Seeing this, Ling Xiaoyao immediately discarded the plum branch in his hand, and retreated a distance, with an uncertain expression.

"Master An, are you guarding me?"

The smile on An Le's face gradually faded: "Xiaoyao, don't you know...why am I guarding against you?"

An Lequan experienced everything that happened today in the deduction, but the last time, he did not listen to Tianrenshan and Zhongxu's reminders and chose to believe in Ling Xiaoyao.

The results speak for themselves.

Beside An Le, the phantom of Hong Yingxue emerged, her pretty face was full of shock.

Although she was a high-ranking saint in the Great Zhou Dynasty, she still had a general understanding of the big and small matters in Yujing City, especially about An Le. Naturally, she knew that Ling Xiaoyao was one of An Le's most valued disciples. After An Le disappeared, Ling Xiaoyao was the saddest among the disciples, he stayed in front of the stele for three months and refused to leave.

But now, why has it become like this?
Seeing Hong Yingxue's appearance, Ling Xiaoyao was slightly taken aback, but his expression suddenly eased: "My lord saint, it's you."

"Master An, it seems that I misunderstood you, and you have finally walked on the right path. Since this is the case, there is no need for us to fight to the death."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to shake hands with An Le to make peace.

"Xiaoyao, you must have misunderstood."

An Le shook her head and said, "She is no longer the saint of Dazhou, and I have not joined you in the same way and become a lackey of the gods."

Ling Xiaoyao's pupils shrank slightly, his complexion became gloomy again, his hands were clenched until his knuckles turned white, and he said, "Master An, you don't understand...you don't understand!"

"When you disappeared, I swore to avenge you and kill all the demons in the darkness!"

"But before I could do this, His Majesty told me that the real enemies of Dazhou are not demons, but gods who are high above you. I was selected into the Fire Seed Project, and then left the Great Wilderness, but I will never I will forget that day, when that terrifying divine light descended, I heard the wailing of the whole world, and I realized that Da Zhou had disappeared forever."

Ling Xiaoyao looked sad, and said hoarsely: "Every night after Da Zhou was destroyed, I was thinking about how to fight against that terrible power..."

"No way, no way!"

Ling Xiaoyao's desperate voice became louder and louder, and the aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and the phantom of Shenzang began to appear around him.

At first glance, there is nothing miraculous about these divine treasures, but upon careful observation, it seems that there are more than twelve of them.

An Le looked at him calmly, neither happy nor sad, but there was a deep sadness hidden in his eyes.

"We are too weak, the human race is too weak!"

"The mighty power of the gods is not something we can defeat. Even the strongest practitioners in this world can't compete with them. Even such a powerful Dazhou has been destroyed. What hope do the people who come after us have?"

Ling Xiaoyao's expression was almost crazy, and he shouted at An Le: "People are destined to be unable to defeat the gods. If they want to survive, people can only cling to the gods, and they can only be the pigs and sheep of the gods. As for extinction!"

"I was right! Only my path can prevent the tragedy of Da Zhou from happening again!"

An Le asked softly: "So, this is why you harvested the sacred treasures of the world's practitioners?"

He looked behind Ling Xiaoyao.

There, all kinds of heavenly palaces and holy gates stand there. They have different auras and subtle differences in shapes, but they all have a faint blood color.

And the number of them... there are thousands and hundreds, and there is no end in sight!

Moreover, there are more sacred treasures emerging!

Dao Wuya was stunned, and murmured: "Shen Zang... Harvesting... Is this the reason why the secret method of Shen Zang was cut off?"

"How many practitioners has this Ling Xiaoyao harvested?"

Hong Yingxue was horrified in her heart, she just felt that this handsome middle-aged man was even more devilish than the witch she was today.

Ling Xiaoyao was silent for a moment, and then said with a hey smile: "Master An, I actually don't want to, but the gods don't allow this world to have the powerhouse of the Twelve Gods, and any monks like this will appear silently." perish."

"Since they are all going to die, why not let me harvest them in advance and become my stepping stones. Whether I am resisting the gods or clinging to the gods, they have all contributed their strength. Isn't it a worthy death?"

An Le said calmly, "Xiaoyao, you have changed."

"I do not have!"

Ling Xiaoyao retorted, and then looked at him expectantly: "Master An, you are still my most respected teacher, I never thought of making enemies with you, come to me, walk on the right path with me, Protect people's future."

An Le shook his head and said: "Differences in different ways do not conspire with each other, Xiaoyao, you have gone astray."

"The gods are not invincible, and Da Zhou has not perished."

Hearing this sentence, Ling Xiaoyao was struck by lightning, and his face was full of disbelief: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"I saw the divine light descending with my own eyes, and I went to the Great Wilderness to investigate, and the Great Zhou is gone..."

After a while, he calmed down and said with a sneer: "Master An, you have changed, and you actually want to shake my Dao heart with such clumsy lies."

An Le looked at him quietly, without speaking.

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

Ling Xiaoyao lowered his head, sighed deeply, and when he raised his head again, there was only a cold killing intent on his face.

"Today, invite Master An to die!"

(End of this chapter)