Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 270 The Temple of Fumo is in danger, Li Daoxuan cuts through with two swords!
"Jiu Xiao, you are too much."

Elder Zhenlian stepped forward, and golden lotuses emerged under his feet, shining dazzling light, making him look like a fairy.

However, as the thunder roared, a golden thunderbolt descended from the sky, pierced through the lotus flowers covering Elder Zhenlian's body, and bombarded him.

boom!
Elder Zhenlian's figure flew out of the hall like a cannonball. He pinched the seal with his hands and tried to stabilize his body. A corner of the purple robe had been reduced to ashes, exposing the scorched skin of his forearm.

Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect that under the eyes of everyone, Zhang Jiuxiao really dared to make a move, and when he made a move, he was so powerful that he knocked away Elder Zhenlian in the early stage of Yangshen.

They wanted to make a move, but were coldly swept away by Zhang Jiuxiao.

All of a sudden, everyone felt as if they were struck by lightning, and their bodies felt numb for a while, and the hands in the seal became trembling.

Everyone was shocked. Zhang Jiuxiao seemed to be more advanced in Lei Fa, and reached a level that they could not imagine. Even his eyes were like thunder. Is this the strength of Wu Lei Daoist?
Elder Zhenlian was struck by the thunder, his old body couldn't bear the violent thunder, the speed of seal formation was affected, and his fingers trembled slightly.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuxiao chased after the victory. He roared in the air, his beard and hair flying like thunder, like the great thunder sound technique from the west, reverberating throughout Longhu Mountain, making the ancient bells on the back mountain clank for it , shattered many iron sheets.

Elder Zhen Lian froze, and blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Zhang Jiuxiao's eyes were indifferent and domineering. He showed no mercy to this uncle. He pinched the sky thunder mark and summoned a sixty-nine sky thunder as thick as a bucket. The golden thunder light was like a scorching sun.

He is going to abolish this respected uncle!

Just when Elder Zhenlian was in a dangerous situation, a seal appeared on his head, seven cents thick, three and a half inches in length and three and a half inches in length, gold and glass buttons, white as ice and snow, blooming with flawless fairy light.

boom!
The sky thunder summoned by Zhang Jiuxiao hit the small seal, but it couldn't hurt it at all, and it was all resolved by the flawless fairy light.

The moment Zhang Jiuxiao saw this seal, his pupils froze, and he was in a trance for a moment.

"It's the Seal of Yangping's Rule of Capital!"

"Yangping Zhidu Merit Seal has appeared, it must be that the old master has awakened!"

"That's great, the old heavenly master will definitely punish Brother Zhang, he dared to attack Elder Zhenlian!"

……

Everyone's expressions were greatly excited.

On the other hand, Zhang Tiande's face was pale, with a hint of panic in his eyes, he quietly retreated behind the crowd, trying to escape.

If the old celestial master really woke up, then the father and son would be severely punished.

A voice came from outside the cloud.

"Eldest brother, long time no see, you are still so domineering."

Hearing this familiar voice, Zhang Jiuxiao suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were like lightning, and looked at the billowing thundercloud.

The next moment, streaks of golden light emerged, reaching to the sun, sacred and majestic, like a great sun, dispelling the layers of dark clouds and making the world clear.

In the golden light, a figure can be seen vaguely, with a wine jug hanging from his waist, long hair like ink, and a chic temperament. He overlooks Longhu Mountain, his eyes are full of emotions, and there are some vicissitudes.

After an absence of 26 years, he finally returned to Mount Longhu, the place where he lived and practiced since he was a child.

"It's the second senior brother!"

"Oh my god, I'm not mistaken, it's really the second senior brother!"

"Second Senior Brother is back, Second Senior Brother is back hahaha!"

……

Most of the disciples were cheering, with excitement in their eyes. It was obvious that Zhang Jiuxiao was very unpopular in Longhu Mountain.

Some people who used to have a deep friendship with Zhang Qianyang even had tears in their eyes at this moment.

Zhang Qianyang put away the golden light spell and floated down from the sky.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal automatically fell on his palm, very obedient and well-behaved.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuxiao's eyes moved, very gloomy, as if a storm was brewing.

"The old man is really eccentric and gave it to you."

He has searched many times in Fumo Temple where the old Heavenly Master is sleeping, but he has not found the seal of Yangping Zhidu Gong.

I thought the old man had taken this seal into his body, but he didn't think it was passed to Zhang Qianyang!

His aura became more and more fierce, and the thunder light on his body was even more dazzling, as if he wanted to attract the thunder from the nine heavens to descend on him, and there were lightning lights flying all over his body, making it hard for people to look directly at him.

Zhang Qianyang put away the seal of Yangping's rule of the capital, and he stood with his hands behind his back, with wisps of heavenly energy rippling from his body, masculine and masculine, full of brilliant righteousness, he stood up to Zhang Jiuxiao in court, and did not lose the wind in the slightest.

"Yangshen Realm..."

Zhang Jiuxiao's gaze became serious. From the moment Zhang Qianyang used golden light to disperse his thunderclouds, he noticed that something was wrong. The other party's performance did not look like he was crippled at all.

Sure enough, the current Zhang Qianyang is not only not a useless person, but also a mid-stage Yangshen, at the same level as him!

"The old man is really eccentric. He gave you all the good things, so that you, a useless person, can return to the Yang God Realm!"

Obviously, Zhang Jiuxiao felt that the old heavenly master had given Zhang Qianyang some kind of panacea, so that he had today's fortune.

Thinking of this, the anger accumulated over the years erupted. He clenched his fists tightly, and the crown of the Five Sacred Mountains on top of his head was shattered into pieces with a bang. Thunder light flowed from every strand of hair, and piercing thunder resounded between heaven and earth.

"Eldest brother, is this how you welcome us?"

Several figures fell from the sky.

The master and apprentice Liu Ningyan who came from Yujian, the master and apprentice Wu Dabao who rode a wooden bird, and Li Daoxuan who was riding auspicious clouds and hanging a treasure gourd on his waist.

Zhang Qianyang was worried about the old celestial master, so he took a step ahead, and they hurried, but they were still a few steps behind.

The aura of Yin God Realm broke out one after another, faintly locking Zhang Jiuxiao.

Liu Ningyan pulled out the magic sword by an inch, and the sword was full of aura.

Wu Dabao took out all kinds of weird magic weapons, and also borrowed the "Tianjiang Chaohai stick" from his apprentice.

Li Daoxuan was even more straightforward, he opened his brows and sky eyes, quietly brewing the golden light that subdues the devil, once the master really fights with the other party, no matter what, shoot him a few golden lights first and then talk.

They are not ordinary yin gods, and they all have good Taoism and supernatural powers. Together, even Zhang Jiuxiao feels the pressure.

The most important thing is that there is also Zhang Qianyang in the mid-stage Yangshen!
At this moment, Elder Zhenlian also took a step forward, stood beside Zhang Qianyang, and laughed loudly: "Qianyang, Uncle Zhang is old, but this old bone can always help you block a few times!"

This elder at the early stage of Yangshen chose Zhang Qianyang without any hesitation.

There was a touch of emotion in Zhang Qianyang's eyes, and he said, "Uncle Zhang, I—"

Zhenlian patted him on the shoulder, her eyes were very kind, as if looking at her own child.

"Qianyang, it should be yours, no one can take it away!"

Zhang Qianyang's eyes were slightly wet. Uncle Zhang's own child died young, and later he regarded him as his own child, and loved him very much. Whenever the old man wanted to punish him severely, Uncle Zhang was always the first to stand up and stop him. .

After so many years, Uncle Zhang is also getting old.

Zhang Jiuxiao's eyes swept over everyone, paused slightly when he passed by Li Daoxuan, and finally stopped on Zhang Qianyang.

"Eldest brother, I have no intention of fighting with you, nor do I covet the position of Heavenly Master, I just want to see Master!"

Zhang Qianyang's eyes are sincere and open.

In fairness, he may not have no yearning for the position of celestial master, but at present the old man is sleepy, he still has no desire to fight for the position, he just wants to go to see the old man quickly and find a way to cure the master.

In Zhang Qianyang's view, the position of a celestial master must be obtained openly and frankly, and any conspiracy is a blasphemy against the name of a celestial master.

That's what he believes in.

Liu Ningyan took a step forward and said, "Eldest brother, I am a true disciple of Longhu Mountain. Now that Master is ill, I should go to check and take care of him first. As for the matter of competing for the position, let's take it easy."

Wu Dabao followed suit: "Yes, let us take a look at Master first!"

Zhang Jiuxiao glanced at him lightly, his eyes were very disdainful.

"Master didn't like you the most before. You were ignorant, greedy for money and lustful, and you have completely embarrassed us at Longhushan!"

"you--"

Wu Dabao wanted to curse, but was stopped by Zhang Qianyang.

Zhang Qianyang looked at Zhenlian and said, "Uncle Zhang, where is the old man now?"

Zhenlian said: "Just sleep in Fumo Temple, I will take you there right away!"

The disciples in the audience followed suit, and a group of people came to Fumo Temple in a mighty manner.

As soon as he saw the gate of the palace, Zhang Qianyang's expression changed.

Because the gate of Fumo Temple was locked with an iron lock, and thick iron chains were tied around it, engraved with profound and simple runes, faintly flowing with blue light.

The surroundings of Fumo Temple were tied with red threads, and there were small bells hanging from the threads, but the strange thing was that when the wind blew, the bells didn't make any sound.

In addition, there were several Taoists guarding in front of Fumo Temple, all of whom were in the realm of Yin and God. They were very surprised when they saw Zhang Qianyang, but they didn't salute. Obviously they were Zhang Jiuxiao's people and they were ordered to guard here.

Zhenlian was very surprised, and said: "How could this be, Jiuxiao, you forcibly took over the Fumo Temple from me before, and I told you to take good care of your brother, how did you make it like this?"

Zhang Qianyang looked at Zhang Jiuxiao with anger in his eyes.

"Binding the demon rope, binding the spirit array, senior brother, why are these means of subjugating demons used on Master!"

Zhang Jiuxiao stared at him without fear, and said, "I've been working outside for decades, and this is how I talk to my brother when I come back? As for my behavior, why do I need to explain it to you?"

After a pause, he said indifferently: "Master sleeps inside, you have seen it now, please go back."

There was a gleam of coldness in Zhang Qianyang's eyes, as sharp as a knife.

The experience of these 20 years has made his state of mind more broad and peaceful, but this does not mean that the old Tiangang Fumo Daoist who felled mountains and ruined temples has disappeared.

On the contrary, he just hid his arrogance deeply, just like what he said to his disciples, he can never lose the three points of evil spirit in his heart.

Zhang Qianyang said decisively: "Disciple, cut the rope and break into the palace!"

Li Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. He stretched out his hands, and the two swords Chixiao and Bailong in the dragon singing sword box flew out, and they were held in his palms, making clanging sword sounds.

With a flash of his figure, Li Daoxuan had already rushed towards Fumo Temple.

"Shuzi dare!"

Zhang Jiuxiao yelled angrily, pinched the thunder seal with his hand, and was about to lead the thunder to Li Daoxuan.

Boom!

When the thunder fell, it was dispersed by waves of celestial qi. Within a radius of hundreds of feet, a large formation of celestial rams subduing demons was erected at some point, centered on Zhang Qianyang, circulating continuously, like a cave in the universe, and yin and yang in eight trigrams.

"Eldest brother, he is not Li Zi, but my apprentice of Zhang Qianyang, Li Daoxuan!"

Zhang Qianyang's Taoist robe fluttered, saying every word.

(End of this chapter)