Game?

An Le was suspended in the air, looking indifferently at the pagoda in the distance that was located in the clouds of blood-colored mushrooms.

The eyes of the young emperor in the pagoda are sharp and domineering, even if he is a top-level young king, he is just a pawn in the game, not to mention those Terran cultivators who have been captured.

And An Le has also become one of the chess pieces that the young emperor plays with in the game, just a tool to please the other party.

An Le's eyes were cold and warm, and he felt disliked.

This was the first time he felt humiliated, in the eyes of the Holy Demon, the Terran cultivator was like fish on a chopping board, being toyed with by the other party, the other party didn't care about it at all, and could easily handle it.

But all this is because of the lack of strength of the Terran cultivators, and their strength cannot compare to the other party, so it is natural that there will be such an end.

"Games?" An Le laughed coldly, but there was no smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, just endless coldness and killing intent.

killed a top young king, and the other party planned to play him to death.

The situation set up by this is extremely difficult, and if any cultivator of the Eleventh Realm comes here, I am afraid that he will be hated.

The first blood-colored mushroom cloud, two top young kings are in charge.

Even if he defeated the two top young kings, he would only be able to rescue five human realm cultivators.

If you want to rescue more people, you have to continue the game, continue to break through the mushroom cloud, and next time, it will be the three top young kings......

Further down are the four top young kings......

This pressure is extremely high when you think about it.

Because this is a top-level young king, not an ordinary young king, every top-level young king has the combat power of a young anger king, which is extremely difficult to deal with, and when it comes to combat power, it is the same level as An Le.

In the competition of the same level, it is extremely difficult for one person to match two, let alone three or four......

This is completely forcing An Le to death, in a conspiracy way.

However, since An Le chose to set foot on the battlefield of the Earth Gate, he had no choice, if he turned his head and left, it would be equivalent to fear in his heart, the fear of the top young king, and the fear of the young emperor who formed this game......

Then the threat of peace to the Holy Demon Clan was greatly reduced.

This is the purpose of the young emperor.

In a way that boils a frog in warm water, it is necessary to destroy the peace.

It is necessary to erase a top celestial pride that the human race has struggled to come out of.

This point, with An Le's mind, has naturally been seen, but it is useless to see it, this is a yang scheme, a vicious plan to put An Le in a dilemma, intending to destroy An Le little by little.

As the price of An Le's killing of the Young Fury King.

An Le fell down and stepped on the blood-colored ground, the blood-colored earth was very solid, incomparably thick, much thicker than the land of the Three Realms, fighting here, the destructive power was not as huge as in the Three Realms and the void.

Under the blood-colored mushroom cloud, the two top young kings who stood up looked at An Le with a smile.

They have the face of a Terran, but in reality, they are not Terran, and it would be a mistake to think of them as Terrans.

"It seems that you have made a choice."

"It's not a wise choice."

A top young king looked at An Le with a sneer, in their opinion, the young man in front of him was too stupid, he was alone, the first level of this game was very sad, not to mention the game level where there was no hope at all in the future.

It's a game, but it's just a game for their holy demons, peace and ...... It's just fun.

"Since you've made your choice, take responsibility for your choice."

Twisting his neck, a terrifying aura was instantly released from the bodies of the two top young kings, distorting the surrounding void.

The source of the extremely strong and domineering emotions is turbulent, like the catharsis of the mighty river.

The blood-drenched and bound to the ground of the five cultivators in the human world were dying, but at this moment, there was a force that came out of nowhere, they raised their heads high, their necks were covered with green tendons, they looked in the direction of An Le, and roared: "Mr. Four, leave us alone!" Come on! ”

"It's a trap, it's a target for you!"

The roar echoed through the blood-colored earth, looking a little sad.

The two top-level young king-level saint demons looked at each other with a smile, and although they released their breath, they were not in a hurry to make a move, because they were completely sure that they would be able to win An Le.

The Holy Demon preaches the Tao with seven emotions and six desires, a total of thirteen emotions, and the seven emotions are joy, anger, worry, sorrow, fear and fear, and the Seven Emotions Holy Demon is a noble group in the Holy Demon clan, and they are more noble than ordinary Holy Demons.

Each Dao has a Holy Demon True King, whose strength is extremely strong, and looking at the Three Realms, it is an existence of the extreme level.

An Le stood on the earth, feeling the impact of the fluttering, and the power that affected the mood was constantly stirring, like two vicious poisonous snakes, swallowing the letter and injecting venom, to completely affect An Le's emotions.

In this situation, An Le's heart inexplicably gave birth to a joyful mood, which is very strange.

He knew that this was the power of one of the top young kings, and it was the young king!

The other emotion is sadness, which makes the blood in the body seem to be frozen under the sad emotion, and it is difficult to manipulate it anymore.

An Le immediately understood what emotions he had grasped with the two top young kings he was facing this time.

The King of Young Joy and the King of Young Sorrow.

Joy and sorrow, two extreme opposing emotions, like the two poles of Tai Chi Yin and Yang, can burst out with the power of one plus one is greater than two.

An Le felt the pressure inexplicably.

"Run!"

"Mr. Four, run away, it's our honor that you can come to save us, but I don't deserve to be rescued by you!"

"You're more ...... than we are More importantly! ”

One by one, the human Guan cultivators who were bound and suppressed on the ground were blurred with blood and tears, and they roared.

They wanted to cry out and go away.

In fact, they didn't expect that An Le would really set foot on the battlefield of the Earth Gate for them, face the trap set by the Holy Demons, and disregard their own safety.

At the same time, there was an inexplicable panic.

They all know An Le's cultivation talent, and such an existence may be able to surpass Mr. Big in the future, and even reach the height of the Holy Master, and become another pillar of the world.

Such a genius and demon must not fall here because of them, it is an unbearable loss in the world!

Perhaps sensing the mood of these cultivators, An Le smiled, looked at them, and spoke to reassure.

"Don't worry, I'm here for more than just to bring you home."

"I need cultivation resources, the taste of the Holy Demon Origin of the Top Young King...... It's really cool, refining the Holy Demon Origin of the Young Fury King, I feel the pleasure of flying cultivation, that feeling, I can't erase it. ”

"So, here I am, just in time...... to restock. ”

An Le smiled.

The voice of words echoed in the bloody battlefield, and for a moment, the entire battlefield became very quiet.

The five human cultivators who were bound to the ground were stunned for a moment, but soon, they understood that An Le's words were calming their emotions, and one by one they gritted their teeth and fell silent, saying no more.

On the other side, King Shaoxi and King Shaobei looked at An Le coldly.

"Restocking? Do you want to take the Holy Demon Origin of the top young kings like us? Let's see...... Do you have what it takes? ”

The grief and sad emotions on the face of the young grief king are almost rich into black water, which wants to flow down, and every drop of black water contains extreme sadness, which is enough to make people grieve to death.

"Hahaha, this person is really interesting to say, what a happy person, purchase? I just like these spirited guys! ”

Shaoxi Wang laughed heartily, his face was full of innocent smiles, but the eyes under the smile contained undisguised coldness.

The Young Wrath King is also a top young king, he is one of them, they have an excellent relationship with each other, the death of the Young Wrath King, they have long been angry, and now An Le is even more in front of them to say that the top young king's holy demon origin is very cool......

How can they not be angry?

King Shaoxi looked at the grief-stricken King Shaoxi with a smile on his face, and the two nodded.

"Let's do it."

The words fell.

The two holy demons disappeared in an instant, leaving only a little smoke and dust on the blood-colored earth.

Space shattered!

Shaoxi Wang's figure instantly appeared behind An Le, and he was hit with a punch, and that punch contained an extremely majestic emotional origin power.

The power of Anle's soul surged, and when he turned around, he was a palm, and the void was scattered!

The invisible phantom, the dense hand shadow, covering the void, collided with the punch of the Shaoxi King!

However, after the collision, the young sorrowful king, who had been waiting for an opportunity, suddenly appeared, his five fingernails were as black as ink, like five quenched daggers, and he grabbed An Le's heart fiercely, wanting to take out An Le's heart and crush it in one fell swoop!

The speed is too fast, this is the killing of the two top young kings.

Even An Le felt that his reaction was a little slow, because the strong emotional source was affecting and eroding his perception.

Shaoxi Wang's joyful mood will affect An Le's mood, making him indulge in joyful emotions, gradually numbing his nerves, affecting his reaction speed and the excitement of the battle.

However, Anle's spiritual power is extremely strong, it is a holy level soul that blooms one by one, and the spiritual power of the King of Young Joy and the King of Young Compassion has also reached this level.

In other words, the reason why the top young kings can be stronger than ordinary young kings is because of the strength of their saint-level souls, coupled with a deeper grasp of the origin of the seven feelings, so that they have the possibility of inheriting the mantle of the true king!

Boom!

Facing the claw of the Shaobei King, the ink pool on An Le's waist trembled slightly, roared out, collided with its claws, and the sound of gold and iron clashing burst out, swinging sword qi and claw waves!

The three figures parted at the touch of a button, and slid out in a triangular shape on the blood-colored earth.

"It is worthy of being a genius in the world who can kill the King of Young Fury, and his physical body is very powerful...... The reaction is also very fast, and the most important thing is the spiritual level, which actually blooms a flower...... Even in the Upper Cangguan and Netherworld Passes, the young masters of those top forces are probably weaker compared to them. ”

King Shaoxi had an exaggerated smile on his face.

King Shaobei shook his head: "King Shaofu is my good brother, I am so sad that he died, don't nag, kill him seriously." ”

Rumble!

The grief-stricken face of the Young Sorrow King suddenly enlarged, and the face continued to expand, reaching ten zhang high like a totem, and the huge face lay across the blood-colored earth, but the body was still of normal size.

The grief on that countenance seemed to have been greatly increased, and it was like a tidal wave that overturned and pressed down on peace!

"Woo woo woo ......"

"I'm so sad...... The death of the Young Anger King makes me so sad! ”

The huge face of the Young Sorrow King opened his mouth and let out a wail.

Like a magic sound, it continued to tremble, Anle's heart lake could no longer be calm, the disturbed waves continued, the long river of the soul was rippling, as if the soul was twisted, and some sad past events continued to rise from the heart lake, struggling, roaring, and tears could not stop flowing.

The five cultivators who were captured had already burst into tears and were so grief-stricken that they smashed their heads on the ground with their skulls, as if they were about to die.

King Shaoxi grinned, not affected by King Shaoxi in the slightest.

"Hee-hee-hee, interesting, one-to-two...... See how long you can carry it. ”

Shaoxi Wang smiled, his body shape had not changed, it was still a normal size, but his speed increased suddenly, as if he was so happy that it was difficult to contain his speed.

A streamer collided, and while resisting the influence of the grief of the Shaoxi King, An Le held the ink pool, handed out a sword, and split the Shaoxi King.

But the Shaoxi King, who had just been split, came quickly with a giggling laugh, like a happy and lively child, constantly colliding and attacking.

In his hand, there was an extra sharp horn that he didn't know what it was, exuding sharpness and coldness, comparable to a third-order treasure.

Shaoxi Wang kept stabbing out, the speed was extremely fast, hundreds of stabs in a second, An Le held the ink pool, and could only keep resisting.

"You're so good, it's so accurate, it's so fast, I like it so much, I'm so happy!"

"Hahaha! The more you make me happy, the more I want to kill you! ”

Rumble!

The speed of Shaoxi King is getting faster and faster, and it is the kind of irregular speed, even in the rapid gallop, he can ignore the inertia to achieve an abrupt turn.

Joy and sorrow, one is the main attack, the other is the main influence!

With a two-pronged approach, An Le seems to be stuck in a quagmire, but he is being targeted by the giant crocodile in the quagmire, and the bones that will be devoured at any time are gone!

……

……

The world is closed, and it is quiet.

Many of the human cultivators who gathered here all had calm faces, and even many saints from the Twelve Realms rushed here and sat in front of the battlefield of the Earth Gate.

Everyone knows what happened in the battlefield of the underground gate.

No one is going to blame An Le, they know very well that the fault of all this is not An Le, but their weakness in the world.

It's them who are wrong, they can't give the Holy Demon enough deterrence, they can't support An Le, and then they have led to the current situation.

A sigh came from the mouth of one saint after another.

In their opinion, the possibility of An Le entering the battlefield of the Earth Gate and wanting to get out again is too small.

Being targeted by so many top young kings......

How can Anle get out?

What's more, in addition to the top young king, there is also a young emperor......

That is the best of the high-level holy demons, even if it is the best of the eleven realms of the Upper Cangguan and the Netherworld Pass, they basically don't have much chance of winning against the Young Emperor.

Although An Le has excellent talent, after all, he has just set foot in the Eleventh Realm not long ago, and he is not even a supreme, how can he defeat so many top young kings at the same time, but also defeat young emperors?

It's almost a battle with no hope in sight.

"I don't know how the little junior brother is doing on the battlefield?"

Mr. Two was the most nervous, clenched his fists, and walked up and down the city tower, his face very serious.

Mr. Big is okay, quite calmly waiting for the result, he believes that An Le will know the seriousness of the matter, and will not easily put himself in danger.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Mr. Big looked at Mr. Three.

"Third junior sister, didn't you give the little junior brother a jade pendant? You should have left some means, no need to hide, let's take a look. ”

Mr. Big said.

Mr. Three glanced at Mr. Big, and it was not surprising that the other party found what she had left behind.

Without refusing, Mr. San nodded, then raised his snow-white hand, his fingers tapped in the void, and the aura of heaven and earth was mobilized, as if outlining a mysterious formation.

After a while, the formation took shape.

The green onion finger pointed at the formation, causing the formation to suddenly fly out, diffuse into the void, and continue to spread.

Buzz Buzz......

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky above the human pass.

There, there's a blurry picture...... Gradually.

"Because of the separation of the underground gate battlefield, the penetration of the formation is not high enough, and the picture may be a little blurry, but it can show all the encounters of the little junior brother in the underground gate battlefield, and we can also know if the little junior brother has an accident."

Mr. Three's white dress fluttered, raising his delicate and beautiful face, looking at the picture in the sky, although the picture was blurry, but the specific situation could be completely captured.

It's just that after looking at it like this, the faces of everyone in the world have become very ugly.

imagined that An Le should have hidden his identity and tried every possible way to save people secretly.

But no one expected that An Le was discovered as soon as he entered the battlefield of the underground gate, and the other party blatantly set up a game to wait for An Le to jump.

If you want to save people, you must become a pawn and participate in the game...... A game to please the Holy Demon Emperor.

And the difficulty of An Le wanting to save everyone is beyond imagination.

The first collision was against the two top young kings, the Shaoxi King and the Shaobei King.

Even if it is Mr. Big, when he sees such a picture, his heart can't help but sink.

Mr. Er's face was even pale, and there was murder in his eyes, but the Dimen Battlefield was no longer a place he could set foot in, and after cultivating to break through to the Twelve Realms, he could only enter the Tianmen Battlefield, otherwise it would affect the battlefield obstacles laid by the Holy Master, and the impact would be even greater.

The holy master sat on the bamboo chair, looking at it with a faint gaze, with no waves on his face, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

The third senior sister tilted her head, green silk like a waterfall, and swept across her fair cheeks.

The slender palms were clenched, and the nails almost pierced the palms.

The mood seems to follow the picture, facing the siege of the King of Shaoxi and the King of Shaofu, and the peace and stability of the danger.

The whole world is closed, and there is silence.

Everyone looked at the picture reflected in the sky in despair, humiliation and sorrow.

If you are weak, you will be beaten, and everyone will remember today's shame.

……

……

Sparks splashed everywhere, strong qi and blood surged out of An Le's body, and the golden armor covered the physical layer, An Le's body moved away, avoiding the attack of Shaoxi King like a mad demon.

No matter how thick the blood-colored earth is, it still becomes full of holes in the face of the power of the top young king.

An Le raised his hand and pointed it on the center of his eyebrows, and in the ten-zhang big face of the King of Sorrow, his face was still full of sadness, and this emotion surged, which made An Le feel a little irritable in his heart, which was a physiological reaction.

However, An Le's eyes are unwavering.

The long river of soul is rippling, and An Le is refining his soul with the help of the grief of the Young Sorrow King.

This is the main purpose of happiness.

When the grief of the Young Grief King came to him, An Le felt the fluctuations of the long river of his soul, and he could just use this sad emotion to temper the power of his soul.

This is his usual style, and danger must be accompanied by gain.

As the power of the mind blossoms, it becomes more and more difficult for the soul of peace to improve.

Even if the cultivation is a breakthrough, the long river of the Holy Rank Soul still does not make waves, and there is not even a slight improvement.

But this is a normal phenomenon, An Le asked the Holy Master, and after talking with the Holy Master, he learned that the improvement of spiritual power is already difficult, and many Saints of the Twelve Realms are trapped in the realm of one flower with their spiritual power, and they may not be able to bloom a flower again in their lifetime.

And now, An Le found that under the influence of the emotions of the Young Sorrow King, the long river of his soul was a little loose.

Naturally, use it to temper the soul!

The Young Grief King also seemed to sense that something was wrong, his grief-stricken eyes showed a suspicious look, and then he opened his mouth and let out a scream, which was a scream of grief after the grief was extreme!

Rumble!!!!

It was as if an invisible shockwave was coming from the earth, and the blood-colored earth was directly cut off by one layer.

Those cultivators who fell to the ground in the human world directly gulped blood one by one, their spiritual strength could no longer bear it, and they fainted directly.

On the other side, An Le's white clothes were flying, and his eyes were staring.

He no longer concealed it, and the long river of his soul swept away, gurgling behind him.

The origin of the years is presented, and the origin of the years is like the bright sunshine shrouded in a sad haze, tearing and projecting, dispelling all the darkness.

"You're really using me to practice! Slut! ”

The face of the huge Young Sorrow King screamed and cursed!

This person...... Is it really sick?

When he first confronted the King of Young Anger, he used the power of the King of Young Anger to temper his physical strength, and now he is fighting against him and the King of Young Sorrow, and with the help of the power of grief, he tempers his own soul......

It's not a waste at all, is it?!

Seeing this, An Le knew that his purpose was exposed, but he no longer continued to suppress himself, although the long river of the soul has not improved much, and it is far from reaching the level of two flowers, but it is enough.

Being able to improve so much, Anle is already very satisfied.

"Now, it's time to finish."

An Le's face turned cold.

The two top-level young kings are indeed very powerful, but he is not the same as he was when he fought against the young wrath king, and his body forging cultivation has reached the nine-turn consummation, and he is only half a step away from stepping to the supreme level.

And under the guidance of the holy master, he realized the path of improving his swordsmanship.

Therefore, Anle has the confidence to fight one against two!

Rumble!!

The strong qi and blood rolled like a stormy wave, and above the body of An Le, ancient scriptures emerged, flashing with light, and the seventh chapter of the Humane Ancestral Sutra was urged by An Le.

The seven scriptures are presented one by one, intertwined into a golden armor that covers Anle's body.

King Shaoxi appeared instantly, and the sharp horn in his hand stabbed at An Le fiercely, however, piercing into the golden armor, it could no longer penetrate as before, Shaoxi King opened his mouth, and the power mobilized from the Holy Demon Origin continued to flow into the sharp horn, and he screamed and laughed.

"Break it for me!"

King Shaoxi laughed excitedly.

Poof!

The armor was torn apart, and the sharp horns spilled into An Le's golden armor, and the joy in the eyes of King Shaoxi became more and more intense, however, the joy soon froze.

Because the internal organs of peace and happiness shine brightly.

A treasure light burst out, and there are five treasures hidden in the five internal organs!

The five fowls roared, and the mountains and rivers roared!

The brilliance of the Supreme Treasure and the Holy Artifact bloomed at the same time, pressing down on the Shaoxi King.

King Shaoxi's eyes froze, he knew Anle's means, and knew that Anle controlled the mountains and rivers, and could form an extremely powerful and terrifying holy weapon Shanhe Shejitu.

How could he not have done anything prepared?

The battle between the King of Young Anger and An Le, he watched the whole process and knew how difficult it was for An Le to win.

Therefore, he also prepared a holy artifact.

It was a palm-sized bell, not bronze, but pink, as if it had been molded from the flesh and blood of some creature.

"This is the Joy Bell! It's a holy weapon that I love with the Holy Devil! Feel the joy well, sink under the wave of joy emotion! ”

Bang Bang Bang!

The pink joy bell exploded in an instant, and An Le only felt that a great emotion of joy was born in his heart, and the emotion seemed to be expanded in an instant, spreading to every corner of the body, making the body sluggish and the breath stagnant.

The power of the holy weapon has expanded the joy of King Shaoxi a lot!

The alarm bell rings in Anle's heart.

The mountains and rivers spread out, enveloping themselves and isolating the influence of the bell waves brought by the Joy Bell.

But even so, the pervasive joy bell wave still impacted An Le's mood, making An Le sink into it.

On the other side, the ten-zhang face of the Shaobei King also opened its mouth, and drops of black water dripped down.

"This is the water of great sorrow, a holy vessel that matches the fire of true wrath......"

"It's time for this battle to end."

The King of Young Sorrow said sadly.

The words fell, and the water of great sorrow poured into the ground, bursting out quickly, and the wriggling black like sharp spears burst out of the ground at any time, wanting to pierce the human body.

Bang!!!

Suddenly.

The blood-colored earth exploded.

Countless black silk threads, constantly growing, towards Anlezha, the mountains and rivers of the society are turning, but they are completely swallowed by the water of extreme sorrow.

Puff puff puff!

The black water of extreme sorrow has an extremely terrifying corrosive power, piercing through the mountains and rivers one by one, like a thick ancient tree that has grown and grown from broken bricks!

On the blood-colored earth, an extremely shocking and impactful picture was suddenly revealed.

In the picture, the mountains and rivers are pierced with holes and are frozen in the sky.

Smoke and dust billowed and dust settled.

Shaoxi Wang was holding a pink meat clock, with a smile on his face.

On the other side, the face of the young sorrowful king Shizhang opened his big mouth, and the black water of extreme sorrow sprinkled from his tongue flowed.

In the mushroom cloud after mushroom, one top young king after another looked at it with a sneer.

In the midst of mushroom clouds, inside a pagoda.

The figure of the young emperor sat upright, and his slowly opened eyes showed regret.

"This game...... It's so boring that I can't even pass the first level. ”

"When less joy and less sorrow use the holy weapon, this son ...... I can't stop it. ”

"It's boring, it's really boring."

The Young Emperor shook his head.

Suddenly.

There is wind between heaven and earth.

An invisible sword aura slowly floated up.

The young emperor raised his hand, pinched his two fingers, and a wisp of invisible sword qi was crushed by him.

His slender eyes looked at it, and the originally boring eyes gradually revealed a different color.

But see.

The pierced map of mountains and rivers instantly collapsed, turning into seven floating mountains and rivers entrenched.

In the mountains and rivers, An Le's figure has disappeared.

Between heaven and earth, terrifying sword qi was breeding, as if the ancestor of the sword path appeared, and countless sword qi were cheering and surrendering.

The huge face of the Young Sorrow King also revealed a different color.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of vigilance in my heart.

The next moment, in front of those huge eyes, a silver spatial seal fluttered down like a snowflake.

Then the silver light bloomed, and a figure dressed in white like snow appeared.

The clothes are flying, like holding a sword and dancing in the wind.

The sad face of the Young Sorrow King was shocked, and a bad premonition enveloped his heart, and he hurriedly manipulated the water of extreme sorrow to kill towards An Le.

However, An Le held a sword in his hand, and the breath on the sword surged, and a higher level of coercion suppressed the water of extreme sorrow......

"Ancestral Weapon?!"

The Shaoxi King in the distance shrank his eyes, smiled abruptly, and let out a shocked voice.

An Le held the Shangcang Ancestor Sword in one hand, glanced at him, and said lightly: "You like to laugh so much, why don't you laugh?" ”

The words fell.

On top of the Shangcang Ancestral Sword, the origin of the years surged, and a sword slashed out, instantly splitting the face of the panicked Shaobei King Shizhang into two.

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Cut away the joys and sorrows!

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