Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 139: Waving the Sword Like Playing the Zither, Killing the Demon Subduing Monk with Three Sword Strikes (1)

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To cultivators, killing intent was actually very obvious. It was an aura that was not easy to hide.

The stronger one’s mental power was, the more sensitive they were to auras like killing intent.

The cultivation of killing intent was not just simply having killing intent. It required one’s hands to be dyed with blood and slaughter many lives. Through the resentment, despair, anger, and other emotions before the death of a life, the fused strands of vitality wrapped around the killer’s body to form killing intent.

In the dusky clouds, raindrops fell from a height of 100,000 feet and landed on the ground, the embankment, and the lake. The cracked water droplets were like flowers blooming in spring, covering the huge West Lake with a layer of mist.

The carriage slowly stopped, and the curtain fluttered wantonly in the spring breeze. It was vaguely blown up, revealing the old and dirty navy blue monk robe in the carriage, as well as the black and white gingham shoes that occupied the mud.

The murderous aura that seemed to fill the West Lake came from the carriage.

An Le, who was dressed in white, held an oil-paper umbrella and stood quietly on the long dike. The spring breeze and rain scattered down and were blocked by the umbrella. The gentle wind blew a few strands of hair.

Staring at the familiar carriage and feeling the surging killing intent, the Demon Origin Jade given by the thousand-year-old snake demon at his waist kept trembling.

An Le raised his palm and placed it on the Green Mountain at his waist.

This carriage was very familiar. It was Prime Minister Qin’s carriage. Back then, when Zhu Shan came to kill him, this carriage was parked at the entrance of Qingbo Street.

Qin Qianqiu was in the carriage.

Once, twice, thrice…

A gentleman repaid his grievances directly. An Le was also furious at this continuous harassment.

Green Mountain trembled slightly as if sensing his anger, it let out a sword cry.

However, An Le’s gaze still landed on the faintly discernible black and white checkered shoes in the carriage.

The muddy cloth shoes moved, and the curtain was lifted. A burly monk walked out. His head was bare, and there were scar marks on his head. His burly body seemed to be tightly wrapped in the navy blue monk robe.

Monk Fakong looked at An Le, who was also looking at him.

The two of them looked at each other across the long dike in the distance, but their gazes became colder and colder, like lightning interweaving and colliding with each other.

The Demon Origin Jade on his waist trembled even more violently as if it was an extreme hatred. The hatred engraved in the Demon Origin erupted at this moment.

An Le covered Green Mountain with his palm and looked at the monk with an umbrella in his hand.

He did not recognize this monk, but the killing intent on the monk’s body and the burning heat in his eyes undoubtedly spoke of his killing intent towards An

Other than the monk, there was no one else in the carriage.

Qin Qianqiu was not in the carriage. Perhaps his mental power had been severed by An Le’s righteous sword qi and he was afraid, so Qin Qianqiu did not dare to approach him now.

At this moment, Qin Qianqiu was in the Lake Gazing Building, watching the battle with Wang Qinhe that he had high hopes for.

An Le turned his head and looked across at the hexagonal, heavy-brimmed pagoda, the Lake Gazing Building. Between the carved beams and painted buildings, he could see Qin Qianqiu standing at the railing and staring from afar.

An Le retracted his gaze as if a fire was burning in his heart.

“Amitabha. Benefactor, I’m Fakong. I see that the demon qi on you is strong.

It’s really not right for you to be associated with demons.”

The monk placed his palms together and carried an iron rod with beast patterns on his back. He stared at An Le with a burning gaze.

An Le did not know about Monk Fakong.

However, An Le thought for a moment and said, “Are you related to Duhai?” “Duhai is my master.” Fakong said.

An Le immediately understood the reason why the Demon Origin Jade at his waist trembled. It turned out that this monk and Monk Duhai, who had sealed the greater demon at the bottom of the lake, were master and disciple. Their auras came from the same source, causing the snake demon’s origin to tremble and be angry.

Under Fakong’s scorching gaze, the demon qi on An Le’s body was incomparably dense. Almost every inch of his skin and flesh was overflowing with demon qi.

His gaze shifted sideways and landed on the Demon Origin Jade at An Le’s waist. He couldn’t help but smile. “Benefactor, we’re fated.”

“Someone said that Benefactor gathered an invincible aura and invited me to fight you. Since you want to fight the whole of Lin’an, although I’ve just entered Lin’an, I’m qualified to fight you.”

“Now, looking at the demon jade pendant on Benefactor’s waist, I think… it’s fate for me to fight you. In that case, Benefactor, don’t refuse.”

Fakong chuckled.

An Le looked at Monk Fakong and listened to him. He understood why this monk was here.

Qin Qianqiu had hired this monk to break his invincible aura and ruin his future.

An Le was not afraid. In fact, the Qi Blood in his body was rolling and he was a little eager to try.

Since he wanted to walk the legendary path and gather an invincible aura, he naturally could not be afraid of challenges. The monk in front of him was much stronger than him in terms of aura, and the Qi Blood hidden under his flesh contained a terrifying force that could split mountains and shatter rocks. Not only did he have Mystic Intent, but he also had a faint Connate aura.

This was a cultivator at the fifth realm of Body Tempering. Although his Spirit Refinement had not stepped into the fifth realm, there was also a powerful Primordial Spirit fluctuation spreading.

It could be said that he was the strongest opponent An Le had encountered so far.

With the Little Sacred Token, those with high rankings on the Little Sacred Ranking would not challenge those with low rankings. Therefore, An Le had almost never encountered a cultivator of the fifth realm.

Qin Qianqiu naturally could not find the fifth realm experts on the Little Sacred Ranking to deal with An Le, so he found Monk Fakong.

An invisible pressure filled the side of the West Lake’s long dike, causing the willow branches that were gently brushing in the spring breeze to freeze..