What is the realm after the Ten Realms, no one knows.

Even the world's first Yuanmeng Emperor only set foot in the Ten Realms, but did not break the Ten Realms.

Therefore, it is an unsolved mystery to the world, perhaps...... On the Holy Mountain, the Holy Master who overlooked the heavens and the earth really set foot in the Eleventh Realm.

That unimaginable realm in the world.

However, going back the years and counting back, can there be a peerless person who has entered the eleventh realm?

Maybe there is, it may exist in that chaotic era when a hundred schools of thought contended, and the emperor who personally created the Academy of Literature and the Martial Temple, ended the chaotic world, and let the four seas return to one, and the world is unified, perhaps...... It is also the existence of breaking through the ten realms and stepping into the eleven realms.

It's just that such an existence has not been immortal.

In the classic records, this ancient emperor ruled the world, made the demon clan Kunpeng Mountain, and the four seas dragon genus all bow down to the emperor, and created a prosperous era through the ages, but he became a peerless tyrant.

In the end, the immortals behind the gate of heaven were killed and killed.

What happened in that battle, and how the emperor who had been recorded for eternity died, has never been accurately judged so far.

It was as if there was an invisible hand that obscured the sky, blurring the smoke and dust of the years of 10,000 years ago, and making it impossible to get a glimpse of the real details.

Is the emperor a tyrant?

Is it true that the immortals killed the emperor to eliminate harm in the world?

Everything has become unknown, like a faulty history, forever becoming a time of endless anticipation and reverie for future generations.

Emperor Yuanmeng stared at the young man in front of him, stubborn and full of arrogance, carrying the dying Zhao Huangting on his back, his eyes were resolute, looking at him, the number one cultivator in the world, without the slightest fear and despair in his eyes.

And Emperor Yuanmeng did feel an unusual force, slowly recovering, a force that made his heart palpitate and look forward to it.

A mark opened in the center of his eyebrows, and the primordial spirit loomed from it, as if there was a majestic nirvana fire swaying in his mud pill palace, and he was confined in it.

His Yuan Shen is outrageously strong, transcending the Nine Realms, crossing Sendai, and truly achieving Nirvana.

Unlike Zhao Huangting, who couldn't control the fire of Nirvana, he could only be burned by the flame of Nirvana, and finally withered with regret.

He has mastered Nirvana, and in his physical body, his qi and blood are also like the vast ocean, which is a real land fairyland, and the release of a random qi machine is enough to break through the Han Sea and destroy the huge waves!

He unabashedly released his qi, which was really like a rising sun, shining to the extreme, dazzling to the extreme, and terrifying to the extreme.

A generation of Tianjiao, based on the world's first 500 years, no one can shake its edge.

Among the forces in the rivers and lakes, no one can challenge his position.

Two doors and three Buddha temples, one star and one hell, are difficult to shake.

This naturally proves that Emperor Yuanmeng is powerful and outrageous.

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

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

The wind rises in the heavens and the earth, and it is a gale!

Flying sand and stones, rocks in the air, waves crashing on the shore!

In An Le's body, there seemed to be a sword intent that exploded suddenly like a fluctuating string.

With a flick of the flick, the air spreads like ripples!

An Le closed his eyes, carried Zhao Huangting on his back, and lifted Qingshan, Qingshan was in front of him, the soles of his feet stepped forward, his toes were on the ground, and he drew an arc.

Then the green mountain was suddenly launched.

A wisp of golden sword intent lingered around the green mountain, causing the tattered bamboo sword to begin to fly towards Emperor Yuanmeng unhurriedly.

Emperor Yuanmeng was full of energy, raised his hand in a hurry, and handed out a punch towards the speeding bamboo sword.

The fist and the sword collided violently!

The tip of the sword was pointed at the bronze fist.

Suddenly, in the center of the collision, a thin layer of ripples spread out like the surface of a lake, the ripples were like a breeze, and there was no great momentum in the place where it passed.

However, when the ripples on the surface of the lake spread, many strong people retreated, either pressing down or jumping up to dodge.

Thousands of feet away, some birds and birds who don't know what to call were swept by this ripple, as if they had been struck by lightning in an instant, only a few bird feathers were still floating, and their flesh had already exploded into a blood mist.

On the city wall of the capital of Yuanmeng, the large array of city protection was automatically opened, blocking this fluctuation, and vaguely, leaving traces of depression on the large array.

Above the firmament, the Sixth Mountain Lord frowned, and after the three thousand sword treasures suppressed many powerhouses of the Yuanmeng Empire, he clasped his hands to his chest and looked at the bamboo sword that collided with the Yuanmeng Emperor below.

In his eyes, a trace of doubt gradually revealed, and after doubt, he ...... It's shocking!

This sword ...... It was actually under the collision with Emperor Yuanmeng, no matter up and down!

That's Emperor Yuanmeng, the first in the world in the Double Ten Realm!

An Le handed out a sword, why did he have such a result?!

The sixth mountain lord felt that something seemed to be wrong with the situation, it turned out that this was the confidence that An Le had always had!

An Le really has hole cards that he didn't even think.

Suddenly, the sixth mountain lord thought that he had set foot on the first mountain, and after the first mountain lord had calculated a hexagram, a word appeared on it.

"Win."

Don't......

Rumble!

Zhao Huangting, who was carried by An Le, suddenly felt an invisible wave of qi impact in his body, and his figure was suddenly swept away, floating on the ground in the distance.

An Le's white clothes were flying, and his closed eyes slowly opened.

Deep pupil ......

It's gold that flows!

The surging golden sword intent!

The wind of heaven and earth rose out of thin air, the white-clothed hunting sounded, and the swallow in the sword box returned to the nest at this moment, emitting an extremely brilliant sword groan.

However, An Le's hair was flying, and he did not use the swallow to return to the nest.

It's just that the golden eyes that opened looked at the Yuanmeng Emperor who was blocking the bamboo sword and green mountain.

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……

"Senior, come out and see you...... Mountains and rivers here. ”

In the green hills, next to the emperor's stone figurines.

An Le pressed his palm on the heart of the stone figurine, and said softly.

The dripping golden sword intent raindrops made the stone figurines seem to revive, and the corners of the lips looking into the distance seemed to be slightly upturned at this moment.

"Okay."

Between heaven and earth, there are majestic words echoing.

After responding, a fingernail-sized fragment cracked across the cheek of the emperor's stone figurine, which cracked into dust and turned into sand between the fingers, and flew up against the wind.

"The sword intent is only ten wisps, and it can't even maintain a complete sword move, but you can look at it and experience the purity of the sword."

"What Lone once admired was to forge the body and refine the gods, integrate the world's methods, and study a volume of scriptures, you got a little of the first volume of the scriptures, and the record in the green mountains is only the first volume, as for the next volume, you need to find it."

"It shouldn't be hard to find."

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

An Le could clearly feel that the sword intent golden pill the size of a grain of rice condensed in the dantian began to be steamed and dried little by little.

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

"The indomitable one."

"A blockbuster one."

"One in the world."

"When you see this 'one', you can be unparalleled and break everything."

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The bottom of the Sword Pond Lake.

The water swirled, and the sword qi rose.

The old sword saint opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with admiration and admiration, the awakening of the sword intent ten thousand years ago represented the ultimate of sword dao in the world.

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

"The peerless emperor of 10,000 years ago, and the peerless Yuanmeng emperor today...... Interesting. ”

The old sword saint smiled.

"In this world, things are about to change, and the glory of Middle-earth will return again."

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The real martial arts view on Qingcheng Mountain.

The ancient and majestic Taoist mountain gate buildings are lined up one after another, standing in the deep mountains, as if there is a curling fairy qi from the nine heavens leading down, diffusing in the mountains.

In the ancient hall.

An old figure sitting on the futon slowly opened his eyes.

Sweeping the dust, his eyes are full of complexity.

"This one can even recover ......"

However, it has not yet fully recovered, and this world-famous security family is the key to recovery...... With great luck, if the Daozi can replace it, the True Martial Arts Concept is bound to go to the next level. ”

The old master of the True Martial Arts Temple slowly closed his eyes.

The immortals high in the sky did not want to see this resurrection.

The will of the true martial arts...... It is to curb the recovery of this one.

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Yunjin Mountain Heavenly Master's Mansion.

The old heavenly master was gray-haired, looking at the purple qi golden lotus full of pools.

What he was holding in his hand was an edict sent by the Son of Heaven of the Zhao family, if he wanted to make the Heavenly Master's Mansion an edict of the Great Zhao State Religion, as long as the Heavenly Master's Mansion offered a five-hundred-year-old purple qi golden lotus.

However, the Heavenly Master looked at the "one" sword qi that pierced the sky.

On the old face full of ravines, a smile suddenly appeared.

The edict in his hand was directly burned into nothingness.

This pool full of purple qi golden lotus......

There may be a better candidate.

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Kunpeng Mountain.

"The wind is up!"

"The king is recovering!"

"Whoever prevents the king's recovery is the enemy of Kunpeng Mountain!"

The low voice, as if crying, resounded among the 100,000 rivers of Kunpeng Mountain, and countless birds and beasts were startled, constantly flapping their wings, and making noise throughout the silent mountain range.

On this day, the huge Kunpeng Mountain, the beast tide is surging, and the demonic spirit is all over the sky!

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The snow between the heavens and the earth became sharp, and every piece of snow was rotating at high speed, wrapped in sword qi.

All of this, after An Le opened his eyes, between the surging of the gilt golden sword intent, the celestial changes brought about by the opening of his eyes, just a little bit of sword intent leaked, and let the celestial phenomena change for it!

The soft drifting snow turns into a sharp sword blade.

Behind the hazy twilight clouds, there seemed to be a brilliant sun about to tear through the darkness.

Of course......

And above the nine heavens, there seems to be clouds and thunder restless, restless, to intertwine to form a portal of endless brilliance, hanging in the sky above the world.

Emperor Yuanmeng blocked this sword, a sword weapon that he tried to break five hundred years ago but could not break.

It is made of bamboo, but it is tough like peerless fine iron, like a mountain compressed into a small sword body.

If you want to break this sword, you will break a mountain.

The wind was blowing and the clouds were flying.

Emperor Yuanmeng's courage continued to rise, and in the sword he resisted, the sword intent was surging, but it was difficult for him to retreat half a step.

His eyes were bright, staring at the sword, and he knew the mystery of the sword.

It turns out that this sword is hidden in the ...... It's so secret.

The great wind flow of 10,000 years ago, the sword intent that had been silent for 10,000 years, was actually hidden in the sword!

Emperor Yuanmeng was excited, and his whole body trembled slightly, it was an irrepressible excitement, an expectation that spanned the years and was able to confront peerless figures.

Compared with Zhao Huangting, he gave a greater respect, and there were blood marks intertwined between heaven and earth, wrapping around his body.

This is a fan-like existence, and now, he can have the opportunity to compete with such an existence!

"Hurry!"

Emperor Yuanmeng spoke.

An Le, whose eyes were gilded, looked at Emperor Yuanmeng lightly, the most burly man in the world.

Step down, the figure has appeared in front of the bamboo sword Qingshan, this sword weapon that has been silent for many years, at this moment, shines, the golden sword intent is wrapped around it, making the sword turn into a brilliant gold.

A finger was placed on the hilt of the sword.

Emperor Yuanmeng felt the sword intent coming!

Boom!!!

Like a boulder thrown into the lake, Emperor Yuanmeng's figure retreated eight hundred feet, and finally hit the towering city wall of the Yuanmeng capital, smashing the intertwined protective arrays on the city wall into dense cobwebs.

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes were as bright as the sun.

"Aliens, dare to enter Middle-earth and be called emperors?"

"The mountains and rivers here are so sick?"

An Le, whose eyes were golden, looked at Emperor Yuanmeng, but he only frowned slightly and spoke lightly.

In the words, there is an indescribable loss.

On the firmament.

The sixth mountain lord's cold face couldn't help but show a hint of amazement.

Zhao Huangting, who was sitting on the ground, was full of shame.

The thousands of willows trembling all over their bodies, and their hearts were surging.

Many powerhouses of the Yuanmeng Empire don't know why, but at this moment, they can feel a coercion that overwhelms the world, making it difficult for the qi in their bodies to operate.

Emperor Yuanmeng, whose back smashed into the large array of city protectors, slowly withdrew his body.

staring at the gilded An Le in those eyes, he smiled and said: "This sword is a gift, and it has to be returned with a salute." ”

Emperor Yuanmeng took a step forward, and his figure instantly left countless running and undispersed figures in place, and the ground was bursting into pits and cracks.

The distance of 800 zhang was shortened in an instant, and Emperor Yuanmeng launched a punch unpretentiously, but this simple punch was the essence of Emperor Yuanmeng's combat performance.

The qi and blood are in the body, whistling to the extreme, and the fire of nirvana uses the body as an oven, and between the incineration, the diffused mental power is wrapped in the strength of qi and blood, and all of them are gathered in one punch.

"How many swords can you make?"

Emperor Yuanmeng's hair fluttered, and he clenched his fists, staring at An Le, who held the bamboo sword with gilded eyes.

The Sword Intent Golden Pill was consumed quickly, and it simply couldn't last long.

"It's only two swords, it's a pity." Emperor Yuanmeng didn't answer, but he had already seen the truth and sighed regretfully.

Then the punch fell!

The gilded peace of his eyes also gently swung a sword.

At this moment, under the whole world, there is only one huge "one" left.

After the splendor, there is silence.

The phantom behind Emperor Yuanmeng dissipated one after another, and his figure remained unmoved, but the sleeve that crashed into the sword weapon had already turned into powder, revealing a thick and muscular arm full of sword marks.

An Le's white clothes with gilded eyes were still better than snow, and he fell lightly and flutteringly beside Zhao Huangting.

looked at Emperor Yuanmeng calmly.

"Can we restore our heyday, let me see the great merry."

Emperor Yuanmeng shook his numb-wrapped arm, looked at An Le, and asked.

"How can Middle-earth be without arrogance, how can a foreign race be called an emperor."

"There's a chance."

A faint voice came from An Le's mouth.

Emperor Yuanmeng stood with his fists closed, his eyes shining like fine iron.

"Lonely, wait."

Emperor Yuanmeng chuckled, his hands behind his back, with endless pride.

He looked up.

The twilight clouds in the sky were torn apart, and the "one" sword that appeared in the world just now made the heavenly gate faintly appear above the heavenly dome.

A sword opens the gate of heaven.

The sword has not been cut, and the gate of heaven has opened for itself!

Worthy of a legendary character.

How did such a character die in the first place?

Will he face such a catastrophe as well?

Emperor Yuanmeng was curious, but now he was as proud as he was and didn't want to ask, he was looking forward to a battle in which this existence would return to its peak.

If he wins, he will know.

If he is defeated, it is meaningless to know.

"This son can leave, and today he will no longer pursue it, but whether he can cross the river depends on creation."

"You take this son as the heir, and the lonely heir will also compete with this son in a dignified manner, from today on, the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire will aim to defeat this son."

"Lone is still looking forward to that battle, but he can't die so soon."

Emperor Yuanmeng looked at An Le and said.

Boom!

After the words fell, he stepped on it, and there were ripples on the ground.

Emperor Yuanmeng ascended to the sky step by step, his vigorous hair was flying, and he actually appeared directly in front of the gate of heaven.

The breath is as brilliant as the sun, and the heavenly gate is full of fairy energy.

With a grasp of the five fingers, the dragon veins outside the capital of Yuanmeng rose from the ground, and then condensed into a Xuanhuang big bow in his hand.

Emperor Yuanmeng's chin was raised, and the bow was drawn to the full moon, pointing to the gate of heaven.

The peerless Tianjiao, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

I want to bend my bow and shoot the immortals!

An Le Liujin's eyes were indifferent, and he glanced at the Sixth Mountain Lord, and then slowly raised the bamboo sword in his hand.

The bamboo sword waved.

The whole world seemed to have sword intent rising, enveloping Zhao Huangting, and in an instant, it swept through the world, swept over the mountains and rivers of Middle Earth, and disappeared.

Emperor Yuanmeng still bent his bow at the gate of heaven, and did not look back at the disappeared Anle.

The sixth mountain lord was expressionless, his hands were clasped to his chest, and all the three thousand red dust swords were put into the pine sword box.

Anle is gone, and he still stays here to do anything.

The sixth mountain lord is also Edgeworth's departure.

Emperor Yuanmeng also had no intention of staying.

The thousands of willows at the height of the thousands of feet also rose from the ground, turned their heads and ran wildly and disappeared into the earth.

Snow fell in the sky.

Emperor Yuanmeng, who bent his bow, had a smile on the corner of his lips.

In addition to the Holy Master, in this world, he has another expectation.

The First Emperor of the Ages...... So what?

Today's era is no longer the era of the past!

No one can stop Yuan Meng's horn and iron horse.

The world will eventually crawl at the feet of Emperor Yuanmeng!

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Snow drifted in the sky.

A lot of snow, suddenly by four categories.

When the last wisp of sword intent is gone, the sword light can no longer be vertical and horizontal.

An Le's white clothes fluttered, the gold in his eyes had long since dissipated, and he carried Zhao Huangting on his back, and his feet stepped on the ground of Middle-earth.

The Emperor Stone Warrior used the last wisp of sword intent to send him here.

An Le stretched out his hand and gently wiped the snow-covered stone monument in front of him.

Gradually, the ancient word "Lishan" on the stele appeared.

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