Anle ignored the sense of crisis that appeared out of thin air for the time being, and stood up from the Taixu Tao Pond, his breath still rising.

The jade lotuses, swimming fish and other strange phenomena around him 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, Anle activated the Chaos Innate Skill, and the phantom of the Divine Tree quietly stood between the Eleven Divine Treasures again. The pure and thick Innate Qi was about to burst out, and combined with the Holy Gate and Divine Platform of the Heavenly Palace, adding to their power, and the Ten

The secret power of Yishenzang is also integrated into the trunk of the sacred tree.

The two complement each other and complement each other, forming a unified cycle, which is spectacular.

An existence almost like a dojo formed around Anle, with jade lotuses, giant trees, divine cities, and young men, all showing the detachment and power that a void-refining monk should have.

Anle's rapid breakthrough this time was due to his accumulation and accumulation in the previous period, and the battle with the Corpse Ape Monkey King pushed out his potential. As for the Taixu Dao Pool, it was just a help.

Anle took this final step and everything came naturally.

However, the difference between Anle and ordinary monks who break through the refining process is that he first opens up the Earth Divine Platform, and then uses the power of Shenzang to break through the bottleneck of refining the void, so his realm is still a bit unstable.

When the realization of the void came to his mind, Anle also felt the existence of an invisible barrier. It was the so-called realm shackles, blocking all the monks in the world, making people breathless.

Even so, Anle's strength has grown in a straight line, and the progress in strength is obvious.

Now he is truly invincible!

But the sense of crisis is still getting stronger, and the malice is as real as it is, locking Anle's Qi machine, and ripples ripple in the void, which is a precursor to some kind of terrifying existence coming through the void.

"This is……"

The corners of Dao Wuya's eyes twitched, and he had an extremely ominous premonition for no reason, and he couldn't help but feel awe-struck in his heart.

The soul of the cultivator is powerful and connected to heaven and earth, so he will not feel any warning signs for no reason.

He murmured in a low voice: "Could this be the danger of hiding the secret method?"

Before Dao Wuya could figure out the reason, Anle took a step forward, disappeared into the void, and shuttled away.

He did this in order to choose a more suitable place for the battle to avoid the aftermath of the battle from damaging this precious pool of Taichu Tao Liquid.

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

The next moment, the two of them left the bottom of the main city of Taixu and arrived among the vast mountains.

This place is some distance from Taixu Palace, and Anle is no stranger to it. It is the inaccessible forest deep in the Gujia Mountains.

Even so, the malicious lock has not weakened at all, but is like the suppression before a heavy rain, brewing with shuddering power.

The target of this nameless murderous aura was not Dao Wuya, but just the leaked energy made him feel an indescribable sense of oppression. The sky above his head seemed to be getting lower and lower, as if it might be suppressed at any time, and the sky would be suppressed.

He is crushed!

Dao Wuya was frightened and confused.

His cultivation strength is already the best in the world, forget about Taoist Wuxu and his senior brothers, why did an unknown strong man suddenly appear, and his breath alone made him tremble?

Anle stood in mid-air, with his hands behind his hands, sighing faintly, with rare and complicated emotions on his face.

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

At this time, the power accumulated around him had reached its peak. As the space opened a crack again, a figure wearing a purple robe walked out.

There was joy in his voice: "Thousands of years have passed, and someone has finally mastered the hidden secret method of the gods. Fellow Taoist, may I ask..."

The purple-robed monk suddenly paused in his words, and then his body began to tremble. The expression on his face was extremely complicated, and he murmured in his mouth.

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

"He was destroyed along with Dazhou a long time ago!"

The face of the purple-robed monk changed several times, and finally became extremely gloomy. He asked in a cold voice: "Who is your old friend who turned into this appearance? Are you deliberately teasing me?"

Anle 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 one of Anle's most valued disciples, Ling Xiaoyao!

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and Ling Xiaoyao has grown from the thin boy to a middle-aged man. He is not handsome, but has a dignified appearance. His body is stronger and taller, and he has a smooth beard on his face.

His eyes were no longer as bright and clear as before, but had many complicated things in them, among which the deepest thoughts could not even be fathomed.

To be honest, he made Anle feel strange.

But in Ling Xiaoyao's eyes, there was almost no change in Anle.

His face is still young and handsome, and the faint smile on his face is still full of confidence, as if he can face all difficulties. These traits are the same as they were tens of thousands of years ago, and it is impossible for others to imitate them.

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

Everything in the past seems like yesterday.

However, there is no going back.

Ling Xiaoyao can also see that Anle has undergone some changes after all, not only the improvement of strength and cultivation, but also the tempering of Taoist heart and temperament.

He seemed to have a firm temperament that remained true to his original intention despite all the hardships, and this firmness made Ling Xiaoyao feel dazzled for a moment, and he did not dare to look directly into An Le's eyes.

"Anshi, you are really Anshi!"

Ling Xiaoyao's tone was still a bit unbelievable: "But haven't you already..."

Anle smiled lightly and said, "Now, won't I stand in front of you?"

Ling Xiaoyao suppressed the shock in his heart, and then showed an ecstatic expression, with tears even falling from the corners of his eyes. Then he walked not far from Anle and said affectionately.

"After thousands of years, Xiaoyao never expected to reunite with Anshi."

"Your Majesty, please accept my disciple's bow!"

After saying that, Ling Xiaoyao fell down and kowtowed deeply.

Not far away, Dao Wuya breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: "It turns out that he is a disciple of Wuxu Taoist Ancestor. It seems that it was just a misunderstanding."

In his opinion, 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 and stabbed straight into Anle's chest.

This is a seemingly ordinary purple plum branch, but there is a surging glow on it, the aura is terrifying, and the loud Taoist sound vibrates with it.

Dao Wuya's expression changed drastically. He felt the danger of this move. If he was attacked by it at this distance, he would be seriously injured even if he was not dead.

But he couldn't understand for a moment why the disciples of Wuxu Dao Ancestor suddenly took action?

Keng!

Seeing that the plum branch was about to pierce his chest, Anle slowly stretched out two fingers and pinched it between his fingers, unable to make an inch of it.

The timing and power were just right, so wonderful that it was as if he had anticipated the arrival of this blow in advance!

As for the approaching rays of light and Taoist sounds, they were like sinking deep into a quagmire, weakening little by little. When they arrived at Anle's side, they were like a gentle breeze blowing on their face, without any lethality.

An Le's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Xiaoyao, you hide your murderous aura very well."

"But if you want to deceive me, this level is not enough."

When Ling Xiaoyao saw through his disguise, his expression became extremely fierce. Another plum branch appeared in his hand. He used the plum branch as a knife and slashed at Anle.

The plum branches fell, even the space was cut open, and cracks leading to the void continued to form, easily cutting off all obstacles in front of them.

But Anle just stretched out his big hand, and all the cracked spaces were closed again, as if the secret power of the void carried on the plum branches did not exist.

Although Anle has just broken through the practice of refining the void, he has been in contact with the void as early as the Nascent Soul, and even stepped into it personally. His understanding of the void is not inferior to Ling Xiaoyao at all, but is even better than him!

When Ling Xiaoyao saw this, he immediately dropped the plum branch in his hand and retreated a distance, his expression uncertain.

"An Shi, are you guarding against me?"

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

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

The results are self-evident.

Next to An Le, Hong Yingxue's shadow appeared, her pretty face 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 the matters regarding 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 most grieved among the disciples. He stayed in front of the monument for three months and refused to leave.

But now, why has it become this situation?

Ling Xiaoyao was slightly startled when he saw Hong Yingxue's appearance, but his expression suddenly softened: "My Lady Saint, it turns out to be you."

"An Shi, it seems that I misunderstood you. You have finally come to the right path. In this case, there is no need for us to fight to the death."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand as if to shake hands with Anle.

"Xiaoyao, you may have misunderstood."

Anle shook his head and said: "She is no longer the saint of Dazhou, and I have not joined your ranks and become a lackey of the gods."

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

"When you disappeared, I vowed to avenge you and kill all the evil spirits in the darkness without leaving a trace!"
To be continued...