Ling Xiaoyao looked at An Le walking towards him step by step, and felt Shenzang losing control behind him. His heart was shocked and inexplicably horrified.

But after all, he was a monk who had lived for tens of thousands of years. He suppressed his fear, scanned his consciousness, and quickly discovered the clue.

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

This sword mark is very inconspicuous, insignificant under the vast and bright light of Shenzang, and difficult to detect, but the sword intention in it is thrilling.

The purpose of the sword marks is not to destroy these divine treasures, but to cut off their connection with Ling Xiaoyao!

"When?"

Ling Xiaoyao's pupils shrank, and he thought to himself: "We were fighting just now..."

Ling Xiaoyao thought of the several sword rays drawn by Anle just now, and many of them did not hit him. He had previously thought that Anle was tired after a long battle, but now that he thought about it, those sword rays were not deflected at all!

Anle raised the long sword in his hand and said softly: "Xiaoyao, this is also the last lesson I will teach you."

In the collision just now, there were several more cracks in the center, which looked very miserable, but the sword intent exuded from the sword was sharpened and purified.

Anle continued: "After Da Zhou disappeared, your Taoist heart collapsed. You no longer believed in your own abilities. You only wanted to use external objects to improve yourself. The divinity of gods and the treasures of others... are all yours.

Borrowed external force.”

The long sword fell gently, and the Huangting Heavenly Palace behind Ling Xiaoyao trembled, and then completely separated from him, falling downwards like many meteorites!

In the process of falling, many heavenly palaces quickly decayed, collapsed, their light dimmed, and the powerful secret power began to dissipate between heaven and earth.

These heavenly palaces do not belong to Ling Xiaoyao. They should have disappeared with the death of their master, but they were harvested by him using a unique secret method and incorporated into his body.

Now, the connection between the two is broken, and Tiangong can no longer maintain it.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Seeing this, Ling Xiaoyao's heart roared, and he said sternly: "No -"

For these divine treasures, he had worked hard and planned for thousands of years, even abandoning his previous ideals. And Anle killing the divine treasures was tantamount to directly rejecting his pursuit and ideas, causing him to fall into the mortal world again!

"Xiaoyao, success is also hidden by the gods, and failure is also hidden by the gods."

Anle ignored Ling Xiaoyao's voice and struck down with his sword again.

Pieces of Niwan Heavenly Palace suddenly fell, and the terrifying ocean of spiritual power dried up in an instant and turned into a shallow puddle.

"Although these foreign objects have brought you great benefits and caused your strength to soar rapidly, they have also become your obstacles, leaving you without the courage to enter the depths of the void. You will be stuck before joining the path for life, and you will never be able to do it again.

One more inch!"

An Le's voice was clear and clear, and each word was like a sword light piercing Ling Xiaoyao's Taoist heart, making his heart roar and the flaws in his Taoist heart being continuously amplified.

This was not only because many gods had left Ling Xiaoyao, but also because the person who said these words was An Shi, whom he once respected the most.

Immediately afterwards, Anle dropped several swords again, stimulating the sword intention left in Ling Xiaoyao's divine treasure.

The Jiang Palace, the Jade Pond, and the gushing springs all peeled off Ling Xiaoyao's body and fell to the earth.

A majestic heavy rain composed of withered gods actually formed in this piece of heaven and earth. This scene is so shocking and unbelievable!

At the same time, the previously condensed Daohai and the underground palace all collapsed and collapsed at an extremely fast speed, disappearing without a trace.

Then, the Yujing Divine Sword was in Ling Xiaoyao's hand. The secret power of other gods dissipated, and the Yujing Heavenly Palace as the core was naturally not spared.

The divine swords broke off one after another, no longer able to take the shape of a sword, and fell together with the other divine swords.

As for the Holy Sect and Shenzang, they were also not spared and were separated from Ling Xiaoyao by An Le.

At this time, there were only six heavenly palaces and four holy gates left around Ling Xiaoyao, who looked extremely ordinary, even a little petite.

This was the divine treasure that he had cultivated himself, so it was not cut off by Anle.

Ling Xiaoyao put too much energy into harvesting the divine treasures, so that his Heavenly Palace Holy Sect could not be called stable and perfect, and was completely different from the peaceful divine treasures.

At the same time, Ling Xiaoyao's aura was weakened, and he no longer had the vast and deep magic power just now. There were still many blood marks on the surface of his body. Without the blessing of Jianggong Shenzang, the sword energy that Anle had left in his body exploded.

Come on, the injury continues to expand.

But compared to the physical injuries, the damage to the Taoist mind is more fatal.

Ling Xiaoyao looked at Anle not far away in front of him, his body trembling along with his mind.

Ling Xiaoyao seemed to have returned to the all-dragon banquet tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, he was just a mortal with no power to restrain a chicken. He sneaked into the banquet quietly, no one cared, and stood like a follower. But at the banquet,

In the center, where everyone is paying attention, a handsome man with high spirits is preaching to everyone.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Ling Xiaoyao's heart and will never be forgotten.

How much he wanted to be like that man, to become strong and confident. For this reason, he gradually forgot his original intention and embarked on a road of no return.

Ling Xiaoyao now seemed to have been stripped of all his coats and disguises, and stood naked in front of the gentle and stern teacher. The ugliness and despicability in his heart were clearly seen.

His expression was distorted, he was furious, and shouted: "I am not defeated!"

"I still have the sacred platform and the treasure! I still have the Dao tree! And I still have the power of the gods!"

While Ling Xiaoyao shouted angrily, the rugged plum tree behind him once again emitted a purple halo, and his aura no longer fell, but quickly picked up!

He saw several shrines appearing next to him, all stained with blood. The monks who could cultivate the sacred shrines were all top geniuses in the world, and their number was extremely rare.

Ling Xiaoyao also went through a fierce battle in order to harvest these people's divine treasures, and it was not that easy.

Later, the dangerous rumors about practicing the secret method of divine treasure gradually spread, and the secret method of divine treasure was almost lost, and Ling Xiaoyao was unable to harvest more geniuses.

At this moment, these shrines encompassing the Heavenly Palace and the Holy Sect appeared, and Ling Xiaoyao's momentum suddenly surged.

There was also a mysterious and terrifying divinity descending on Ling Xiaoyao, and spinning divine words appeared in his eyes.

But Ling Xiaoyao was not deprived of consciousness by the gods. This is because he understood and mastered these divine texts and turned them into part of his own magical powers!

Judging from this point alone, Ling Xiaoyao's understanding and talent are indeed astonishingly high.

Ling Xiaoyao activated several kinds of power, and a plum branch appeared in his hand again. It was extremely powerful and could destroy everything!

Anle raised his hand and used the palm of his hand as a sword to strike the purple halo from the plum branch. In the purple light, many dazzling sword lights flew up, forming a sea of ​​sword light, facing the purple plum branch!

boom!

The power of the two magical powers exploded, and the purple halo and sword light on the ground surged in all directions, expanding outward, crushing everything in their path!

Wherever it passed, the mountains, rivers, and forests on the surface were all shattered and completely flattened.

Anle roared, his body transformed into a giant, the Ancient Emperor's body unfolded, surging power poured into his body, and he slashed with one sword!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Earth-shaking loud noises were heard continuously, and terrifying fluctuations raged in all directions.

Dao Wuya and others were so shocked that they used magic power to protect themselves and were not hurt by the aftermath.

In their eyes, An Le and the two could barely be seen. They could only see two extremely powerful auras clashing back and forth. The sword light and the purple light were like two angry dragons, biting and colliding with each other.

The place where the two fought was from the top of the mountains to the void, and then back to the real world from the void. The mountains and forests they passed were all destroyed in the terrible aftermath.

Anle and the others even came to a calm sea. The impact caused by the magical power set off huge waves that were tens of thousands of feet high and rolled for thousands of miles.

At some point, Ling Xiaoyao unconsciously resorted to ancient tactics to fight against the oppression brought by the ancient imperial body.

Two giants, two divine lights, two Taoist methods, and various magic powers, they look similar yet different, but equally powerful, as if the world is about to be wiped out.

But this time, Anle had the upper hand.

Ling Xiaoyao's Taoist heart failed.

When many divine treasures were beheaded, he began to doubt whether his path was correct, and Anle's words only expanded the flaw in his Taoist heart.

The divine arts of the gods and the sacred treasures of the genius monks are not unpowerful, but they do not really belong to Ling Xiaoyao.

That rugged and chaotic plum tree was the true reflection of his Taoism. He relied solely on external forces and naturally neglected his own practice.

And Anle's swordsmanship actually became purer and purer in these collisions, and his Taoist heart became clearer, blooming with unprecedented brilliance.

At this time, Ling Xiaoyao was knocked down by An Le's sword and almost fell into the sea.

"Xiaoyao, this is the last resort."

An Le's voice reached his ears, and Ling Xiaoyao suddenly raised his head, only to see the surging waves hitting him head-on.

This wave was just the aftermath of their fight and could not hurt him at all, but the next moment, the huge waves parted, and an extremely tall Chaos Divine Tree came into view!

When Ling Xiaoyao saw this sacred tree, he was a little obsessed at the first moment. The texture with rich Taoist charm, the prosperous crown, the vigorous and simple clouds... were all so perfect, which made him envious.

But at the critical moment of life and death, Ling Xiaoyao still activated the purple plum tree, glowing with light, and several sacred platforms roared and shook, erupting with power and facing the suppression of the sacred tree!

This move was in vain.

In an instant, Ling Xiaoyao's plum tree was shattered, his divine treasure withered, his divine runes shattered, blood burst out from all over his body, and his bones were broken inch by inch under the heavy pressure.

He was trembling all over and bleeding, and he knelt there blankly, watching Anle fall from the sky.

Looking at Ling Xiaoyao at this moment, Anle felt a rare trace of sadness.

At first, Anle actually noticed that Ling Xiaoyao's temperament was a little extreme, and wanted to correct it in a subtle way, but the arrival of the dark night forced him to separate from his disciples.

By the time Anle returned to Zhou Dynasty from the Infinite Moment Stone, Ling Xiaoyao had followed Tianren Mountain to implement Emperor Zhou's fire plan. By chance, they had not seen each other for a long time.

When we meet again, tens of thousands of years later, we are already enemies of life and death.
To be continued...