Mountaineering and talking to the Holy Master is something that most practitioners in the world dream of, not only because of the transcendent status of the Holy Mountain, but also because of the benefits of being able to talk to the Holy Master.

The legend of the Holy Master has existed for a long time, from ancient times ago to the present, it has been circulated, what kind of existence this is, few people in the world can see it with their own eyes, even the mountain owners of the Holy Mountain, in fact, they are not able to see the Holy Master often.

And if you get the guidance and clarification of the Holy Master, it will already be called a supreme opportunity.

The Holy Mountain, cultivators in the world like to call it the Holy Mountain of Middle-earth, that is because the issuance of the small holy decree of the Holy Mountain, as well as the layout of the small holy list, are mainly based on the Middle-earth Dynasty.

Under the leadership of the Emperor Zhao Taizu, the Great Zhao Dynasty ended the chaotic world and opened a new era, occupying the land of Middle-earth, and the holy mountain was naturally dominated by the Great Zhao.

Even if Da Zhao moved south, Da Zhao had not been destroyed after all, so the small holy list and small holy order of the Holy Mountain still fell within the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Therefore, many geniuses other than Da Zhao wanted to talk to the Holy Master but couldn't because of environmental factors.

An Le's ability to talk to the Holy Master did shock the whole world, but it was even more because of An Le's contrarian rise, because the time for An Le's rise was really too short.

The geniuses of Yuanmeng, Xiliang, Dali and other countries attach more importance to peace and happiness because of the battle on the Canglang River.

In that battle, An Le summoned the Blood Guanyin with a mysterious hole card, killing Tong Guan, a cultivator in the Nine Realms, and also killed a hell house ghost, as well as many Xiliang evil cultivators.

This is the main reason that really makes Anle famous.

However, the geniuses of the major countries actually don't have much awe for the top of the Little Saint List.

For example, Tie Lie, who is at the top of the falcon list, has even stepped into the Double Seven Realm with his own cultivation, and has been increased and nourished by the dragon veins of the Middle Earth, and his talent is extremely demonic, and all the strength can be called the first person of the younger generation.

And the first place on the Little Saint List is just the Double Five Realm, the Double Five Realm...... In the falcon list, it is not even in the top ten.

Therefore, if you want to say that Tie Lie can look at the top of the Little Saint List, it really can't be true.

But the little saint list has the qualifications to talk to the saint master, but this is the main reason why many people feel envious and unwilling.

The rain was pouring down, and the raindrops were falling from the sky, so that the whole world was covered in gray, and the surrounding scenery could not be seen clearly.

At the foot of the ordinary green hills shrouded in smoke and rain, figures shot out one after another, crashing through the rain, and then slowly falling, staring around.

Tie Lie, Wotai. Tuzhen, Birch and other Yuanmeng falcons arrived almost at the same time, and when they settled down at the bottom of the mountain, they all rushed there.

They all raised their heads and stared at the comfort of the figure that was fading away at the foot of the mountain.

The young man wore a broken bamboo sword, carried a pot of old rice wine, and walked towards the mountain.

This free and indifferent makes many people's hearts fluctuate slightly, a little trance and envy.

Ye Wenxi was dressed in red, and she had just returned from the battlefield of the Canglang River, and she still had the majestic momentum of just breaking through the Six Realms on her body.

There was a hint of complexity in her eyes, which she hadn't expected...... An Le would actually choose this mountain as a place to talk to the Holy Master.

There are dozens of cold mountains here, why did Anle choose this?

Fusong Mountain, the place where the legendary champion Li You'an once talked to the Holy Master, where he once talked with the Holy Master for three days and three nights.

Li Youan once brought Ye Wenxi to this mountain, and there is a cliff on the mountain, and on the cliff, there are three sword qi left by the holy master in the world.

It was a gift for Wooan Lee.

The remaining future sword qi, Li Youan has not comprehended, he has led many geniuses to come, Ye Wenxi is one of them, but unfortunately, Ye Wenxi has not been able to comprehend and obtain the future sword qi.

She had heard that An Le had obtained future sword qi here, but now, she chose to set foot on this mountain.

In fact, An Le could have chosen a new mountain, so that he would be the only one to choose from the seventh mountain.

Dozens of cold mountains, choose any one, for the seventh mountain, what a big card this is, but if An Le chooses this Fusong Mountain, it is equivalent to saying that this card will be transferred out a little to Li Youan.

Gu Huangquan and Gu Naihe fell one after another, their eyes flickered, looking at this mountain, they couldn't help but get excited.

An Le's choice of this mountain means that this mountain will be the seventh mountain in the future, and if they can become the master of the seventh mountain, this mountain will be engraved in their lives, which is extremely important.

Gu Huangquan's eyes were full of fiery meaning.

He took a step in the torrential rain, an uncontrollable step, and wanted to follow in the footsteps of An Le, to climb this Fusong Mountain, to climb the seventh mountain of the future.

However, as soon as he took a step, he immediately became the center of everyone's attention.

The next moment, a pressure like the collapse of a mountain suddenly smashed down towards Gu Huangquan, and Gu Huangquan's complexion changed suddenly.

The Sixth Mountain Lord was carrying a pine sword box and blocked in front of him, holding his hands on his chest, extremely cold, just a look.

Gu Huangquan felt that his mind was about to suffer a heavy blow, as if there was an extremely brilliant sword qi that directly penetrated into his eyebrows, as if he wanted to cut off the demonic intent brewing in his heart.

"The Sixth Mountain Lord is angry!"

Gu Nai spoke softly, his red lips opened, and his voice was delicate, as if he could wring out water.

"I'm here to compete for the qualification of the seventh mountain lord, and now I haven't done anything about how to get out of the cabinet, please ask the mountain lord to open up the net......"

Gu Nai He said.

The sixth mountain lord glanced at Gu Nai He coldly, and the beautiful woman also had great evil flowing on her body, which made him disgusted, and he wanted to be killed with a sword.

It is difficult for the cultivators who come out of Xiliang to maintain the mind of a normal person, and most of them will fall into the demon in Xiliang, after all, in the demonic environment where they may die at any time, it is naturally difficult to maintain the will of a normal person.

"An Le has chosen this mountain, but the seventh mountain has not yet been opened, and no one is allowed to set foot on it except for those who are talking to the Holy Master."

"If you insist on stepping on it, you will bear the consequences."

A cold voice came from the mouth of the Lord of the Sixth Mountain.

The torrential rain was still washing, and the bean-sized raindrops fell to the ground, making the surroundings quiet, and no one questioned it, because it was not a smart decision to question the mountain owner at this time.

Tie Lie narrowed his eyes, nodded towards the Sixth Mountain Lord, and swept into the distance, and the geniuses on the Yuanmeng Falcon List all followed.

They are not qualified to talk to the Holy Master, and there is no point in the mountain at the moment.

The seventh mountain has not yet been opened, and this mountain is still just an ordinary mountain, and they can't fight for it.

Gu Huangquan, who was shocked, was very elegant, and with an apologetic expression, he gestured towards the Sixth Mountain Lord, looking not like a cultivator who walked out of Xiliang at all.

It's like an elegant reader in the academy.

Gu Huangquan and Gu Nai He led the cultivators of the Western Liang Kingdom to walk in the distance, and they also stood still under a tree.

The many geniuses who came from the struggle seemed to calm each other's fighting temperament at this moment.

After glancing at each other, they all raised their eyes to look at this ordinary cold mountain.

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An Le sat in white and walked slowly towards the top of Fusong Mountain.

The mountain road is muddy, under the rain washing, the rain is mixed with yellow mud, extremely slippery, stepping on it, if you don't control the strength, it is easy to slip.

Of course, it is naturally impossible for An Le to appear in the embarrassing matter of slipping and falling on the mountain road, with his current cultivation of the five realms of forging body, it is absolutely impossible for him to have such an accident with his control of his physical body.

Dressed in white, carrying old rice wine, An Le had a smile on his face.

Actually, I'm really looking forward to talking to the Holy Master, and I'm really looking forward to it, the Holy Master...... Ever since he set foot in the spiritual world, it has always been a transcendent name that has lingered in his ears.

Both Mrs. Hua and the old man of Taimiao felt that it was quite an honor to be able to talk to the Holy Master.

It can even be understood as a supreme chance.

As a result, An Le had high expectations for this conversation.

An Le came to Fusong Mountain once, that time led by Li You'an, and now, revisiting the old place, An Le is still very familiar with the road up the mountain.

There is a thick fog in the mountains, and the fog and rain are intertwined, making the mountain wind blow and cold.

It is an untouched mountain, and there are not even stone paths, and the road up the mountain is a rugged road that is difficult to walk.

However, it is not difficult for practitioners to trek between such mountain paths.

Climb a rain-washed, sleek rock and climb over a hill.

After a while, An Le saw the cliff that was as smooth as a mirror, even if it was washed by rain, it was difficult to leave any rain marks on the cliff.

The welcome pine still stands on the cliff, and there are large stones under the pine, and the rain hits the big stones, bursting out of the misty water mist.

An Le walked to the welcoming Panasonic, raised his hand and brushed it over, and the hot qi and blood instantly steamed the rain on the boulder, making the stone dry.

Sitting on the stone, An Le glanced up at the cliff.

After losing the future sword qi, the cliff became more and more ordinary, like a mirror without any fluctuations.

However, although An Le has controlled the future sword qi, so far, the use of the future sword qi has not reached the level of ease.

Even if there is a Divine Sword Body, it seems that the mastery of the future sword qi is still extremely slow.

He comprehended the sword intent of the red heart and the mountains and rivers, the two different sword intents of simplicity and complexity, but he still didn't have much clue about the future sword qi.

The future sword qi is entangled in the bamboo sword green mountain, entangled in the mountain that seems to be entrenched in the will of the immortals.

An Le saw the stone figurines of the First Emperor in that mountain, and even awakened the will of the First Emperor, but in fact, it did not have much effect on the future sword qi.

In the future, the sword qi is wrapped around the green mountains, which is more like a kind of nourishment.

An Le pondered for a moment, and then came back to his senses, and he began to think about what questions he needed to ask in the conversation with the Holy Master.

With such a precious opportunity, An Le naturally can't destroy the heavens, and he needs to think carefully about the issues he wants to communicate.

The rain in the mountains began to become sloppy, and it was no longer a pillar of rain.

An Le sat upright, and the top of the mountain was silent, except for the faint sound of rain falling on the ground and washing away the pine leaves.

Carrying the old rice wine, he sat comfortably on the boulder.

He took off the bamboo sword Qingshan on his waist, Qingshan was suspended, and with a knock of his fingers, a sword qi burst out from the top of the mountain, rushed into the sky, and shattered the stratus clouds.

"The students are happy, on the Fusong Mountain, waiting for the Holy Master."

An Le spoke, and his voice bloomed on the top of the mountain.

The young man shouted to the Holy Master.

Between heaven and earth, there are echoes.

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Beneath the foot of the mountain.

Everyone heard An Le's shout, and one by one subconsciously raised their heads, squinted their eyes, and looked at the top of the mountain.

The sixth mountain lord clasped his hands to his chest, a smile hung on the corner of his lips, and then his heart moved, and the mud pill palace in the center of his eyebrows cracked, and there seemed to be a sword qi surging.

The primordial spirit on Sendai sits upright, and after opening his eyes, he leaps out, breaks away from his body, and travels the world.

In an instant, we returned to the sixth mountain.

On the sixth mountain, the wind and rain are combined, and in the idle pavilion, the mountain keeper Yunrou Fairy stands quietly, waiting for the return of the mountain lord Yuanshen.

The primordial spirit of the sixth mountain lord fell in the idle pavilion, like a real person.

"Yun Rou, this idle pavilion is the place where I used to talk with the Holy Master, I have talked with the Holy Master here for three days, and I have clarified the way of the Red Dust Swordsmanship, I don't know what inspiration I can get from talking to the Holy Master at An Le?"

The Sixth Mountain Lord rarely put on a smile and said to Yun Rou.

But seeing the sixth mountain lord sitting cross-legged, his heart moved, and the majestic Yuan Shen clone was turbulent, and his palm was pressed on the ground of the idle pavilion.

Thundered!

Yun Rou only felt that the sixth mountain under her feet was shaking on the ground, and the sword qi in the entire mountain was boiling, like steaming hot air, wringing the air!

Every wisp of sword qi was turbulent with silver light, and the entire Sixth Mountain, as if between the mountain mist, was blurred.

Meanwhile.

First on the mountain.

Between the grass halls, the wind chimes were blown by the breeze and suddenly made a tinkling sound.

The first mountain lord immortal wind bone, raised his hand, and also pressed it on the ground, and the entire grass hall suddenly surged with immortal energy......

There are countless mountains in the world.

Among them, there are several mountains, and some people are talking and laughing, all of them are cross-kneeled on the ground, and their palms fall down the mountains.

Suddenly, the mountains were swept up by smoke, and the trail was obscured.

Around Fusong Mountain.

The clouds and rain all disappeared, the cathartic torrential rain stopped and no longer fell, and faintly, there were five virtual shadows of mountains, appearing around Fusong Mountain, shrouding this ordinary mountain in it.

"Six Sacred Mountains!"

At the foot of the mountain.

Tie Lie's eyes shone with a glint of essence, and he took a deep breath and exclaimed.

Six sacred mountains appeared at the same time to welcome the Holy Master back to the world and witness the birth of the seventh mountain!

On that day, under the leadership of the First Mountain Lord, he asked the Holy Master if he could have a conversation, and the Holy Master agreed, which is inherent in today's measures to welcome the Holy Master.

The phantom of the six mountains surrounded Fusong Mountain, and An Le could see it clearly, and he slowly stood up.

I saw that the six mountains continued to skyrocket, rising tens of thousands of feet, and crashing into the sky, as if supporting the whole world of heaven and earth.

Colorful glow swells and lingers among the mountains.

An Le found that Fusong Mountain also began to turbulent, rising little by little, getting farther and farther away from the world, and gradually rushing into the sky.

It has reached the level of the six mountains.

This means that Fusong Mountain will become the seventh mountain of the Holy Mountain.

Rumble!

The speed of Fusong Mountain soared, and the surrounding scenery was blurry and dreamy in an instant, like a galloping subway window scene under the camera, leaving only a stream of neon!

Breathing is suddenly stagnant, and the blood flow in the body increases.

Driven by the six mountains, Fusong Mountain rises thousands of feet high, penetrates into the sea of clouds, crashes into the sky, the starry sky gradually appears in front of his eyes, and the stars are shining brightly!

Finally, when Fusong Mountain stopped growing, the night sky was long on the top of Fusong Mountain, the sea of stars rose and fell, and the river of stars turned ......

Every star is shining brightly, vast and strange.

Under the starry sky, An Le is white-clothed and snowy, and his eyes are clear.

He was looking for the traces of the Holy Master, to see where the Holy Master came from.

Suddenly, his eyes shrank.

Because he found that the galaxy began to continue to widen the distance, and in the end...... turned into a pitch-black pupil.

There was starlight in the pupils, and it was a huge, tall being that was too big to capture.

On top of the other six mountains, the mountain owners all sat cross-legged and respectfully clenched their fists.

"Greeting Master."

Six voices rang out in unison.

As the words fell, on the six holy mountains, there were formations surging and flickering.

In the world, it is like a light lit up in the dark night!

Between the stars and the stars, An Le found the indescribably huge figure and took a step towards Fusong Mountain.

The huge soles of the feet, which seemed to be able to trample on the entire world, began to shrink continuously after falling, and finally turned into normal soles.

Thundered!

In the whole world, countless clouds thundered!

This time is completely different from the last time the Holy Master showed a blurred face outside the Lin'an Mansion, this is the real return of the Holy Master to the world!

Qingcheng Mountain, Zhenwu Temple.

The old viewer was wearing a white and flawless, fairy white robe, and suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, and a touch of shock and shock appeared in his heart.

Floating out of the palace, floating like a fairy, suspended on the top of Qingcheng Mountain, looking at the sky.

Faintly, it was as if I saw a figure that wanted to tear the heavens and the earth apart.

"Holy Master, what kind of realm is ......?"

The old viewer muttered, a little bitterness on his lips.

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Jianchi Palace, Jianchi Lake.

At the bottom of the lake, sword qi intertwined and raged.

The white-haired figure, every strand of hair, seemed to contain sword qi and sword intent, about to burst out of the lake.

The old sword saint opened his eyes, the shadow sword on his waist trembled incessantly, and the sound of the sword groan drove the sword qi of the entire Sword Pond Lake to steam!

"The Holy Master has returned to the world again...... Just a glimpse, I feel powerful. ”

"Ten Realms...... In front of the Holy Master, he is still like an ant. ”

In the light of the old sword saint's eyes, the sword intent surged.

"Twelve realms?"

"Is it really the Twelve Realms?"

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Five hundred miles outside Lin'an Mansion, there is an ancient temple in the mountain, and the name of the temple is rotten.

The ancient bell rings in the temple, the bell seems to span time, and in the solemn temple, there is an ancient Buddha who has opened his eyes.

In the Ganye Temple, the majestic mind is intertwined, there are figures that are difficult to distinguish between men and women, and the body is filled with the brilliance of the seven-colored heart sword, looking at the holy mountain.

In Lianhua Temple, countless monks wearing big red robes sit upright, chanting the Buddha's name together, and in the center, on a golden lotus platform, there is a monk who is covered in gold, his eyes are like flowing fire, his palms are folded, he looks at the seventh mountain, and looks at the person who seems to have walked back from the starry sky.

"The holy master returns to the world, and my Buddha should return if he comes."

"Troubled times are coming, may the light of the Buddha be sprinkled all over the world."

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The imperial city in Lin'an Mansion.

On Phoenix Mountain, among the imperial tombs.

The emperor of the Zhao family walked slowly on the road, and the flames on both sides flickered and rose.

He was wearing an imperial robe and quietly pacing among the imperial tombs of Phoenix Mountain.

"When the Holy Master returns to the world, the Seventh Mountain will be opened, and now the Seventh Mountain is ready for the geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire to fight for it...... The Holy Mountain may be about to give up the Great Zhao Dynasty......"

The Emperor of the Zhao family muttered.

His words echoed in the quiet imperial tomb.

Vaguely, in the depths of the imperial mausoleum, there is a majestic qi that is slowly waking up.

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Canglang River.

The military tent was continuous, and Li Youan, who was dressed in white, sat in the camp tent, picking up the lamp and looking at the sword, the sword light flowed, and the starlight was brilliant.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the gray sky in the distance, and he could see that there were seven mountain phantoms towering in the world, as if they had rushed into the sky, and they were the pillars of heaven in the world.

"An Le really did it, talk to the Holy Master."

"I also chose Fusong Mountain...... What a nostalgic little guy. ”

A soft and expectant smile hung on Li Youan's face.

He was looking forward to An Le's harvest in this conversation with the Holy Master.

Let this burning spark get the help of the wind, and really bring the momentum of the prairie fire!

Middle-earth needs a fire of nirvana.

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Yuanmeng Dadu.

The surging dragon veins, like the earth dragon turning over, all converged in this majestic city.

In the city, Emperor Yuanmeng was wearing a red body, and on his body, the dragon veins seemed to be engraved on the body, making his body, just between the movement of qi and blood, as if it wanted to shatter the void.

When the six sacred mountains extradited the Fusong Mountain, which was chosen by An Le.

Emperor Yuanmeng opened his eyes suddenly, and in his eyes, there seemed to be eight dragon veins surging and roaring.

"Holy Master!"

Muttered.

Taking a deep breath, the power of the eight dragon veins outside the capital of Sui Yuanmeng became smaller and smaller, and finally ...... Completely prostrate on the ground and do not move, vaguely, the entire land of Middle-earth, as if at this moment, darkened.

And the breath of Emperor Yuanmeng is rising, getting higher and higher, and more and more prosperous!

However, when you reach the highest point, it is as if you have hit a mountain, and it is difficult to break through.

In the end, the breath is all within the body.

"It's a pity that I still haven't been able to break through this mountain that lies across the Ten Realms, and there are only eight dragon veins after all, and there is still one missing."

"In the dormitory that has been buried for 10,000 years in Lishan, there is a ninth dragon vein, it's time to open this sleeping dormitory......"

"Refining the ninth dragon vein, Lone will make the world's Jiuding reappear in the world, and it will surely become the second eleventh realm in the world since 10,000 years!"

"When the time comes, I will definitely ask the Holy Master if he is really above the Eleventh Realm!"

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Fusong Mountain.

The starlight began to fade gradually, little by little.

A light rain, gently falling.

A figure with an ordinary face, but An Le couldn't remember anything, appeared next to the big stone, took the wine jug full of old rice wine from An Le with a smile, and took a sip with a smile.

"There are so many people who talk to me, but you bring wine to drink with me, or bring such ordinary wine."

"A sip of wine, taste the fireworks of the world."

"Very good."

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