The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 695 Tyrannical
At this moment, all the disciples of Wudang Mountain gathered in front of Zixiao Palace.

Doujiu Monk, who had been separated from Song Xing before, also appeared in the center of the square, standing in front of Zhang Sanfeng and confronting a group of people.

Before setting foot in Zixiao Palace, Song Xing could already feel a bone-chilling chill that filled the entire surroundings of Zixiao Palace.

In the Zixiao Palace, there seems to be an aura of malice that has been accumulated for thousands of years and is constantly spreading.

A voice suddenly came from the hall: "Haha! I have finally waited for this day."

As the sound appeared, large areas of strong evil aura surged out of the hall.

These evil spirits turned into substance, like water waves, slapping over and trying to drown everyone.

"Evil!" Doujiu Monk was furious.

As he raised his hands and stamped his feet, a burst of golden light suddenly bloomed, transforming into a golden Arhat.

The golden Arhat held the demon-conquering pestle and slammed it into the black mist that was coming towards him.

In an instant, countless resentful spirits roared and turned into nothing.

The wine-fighting monk dropped the demon pestle again, and the black mist became even worse, turning into a pitch-black spear and piercing the wine-fighting monk's chest.

The wine-fighting monk did not dare to neglect and hurriedly retreated to avoid this fierce attack.

The man in the black mist laughed a few times and seemed very happy.

Zhang Sanfeng shouted in a deep voice: "Nanyan Cult Master Yang Lianzhenjia!"

"Hey, if Wudang doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of Shaolin and hand over the Yitian Sword, I'll spare your life!"

A voice floated slowly from the darkness.

"Humph! You're dreaming!" Zhang Sanfeng snorted, his body rose into the air, and the fly whisk in his hand started to dance, and hundreds of silver threads shot out in an instant.

These hundreds of silver threads were like living creatures, strangling towards the black mist.

In the black mist, Yang Lianzhenjia's contemptuous voice sounded, "You don't overestimate your capabilities."

In an instant, a black light emerged, meeting the long dragon made of silver wires, and actually shredded the silver wires inch by inch.

Then the black mist closed, and Yang Lianzhenjia, dressed in a monk's red robe and a bright red mask, appeared in front of the black mist. He stared at Zhang Sanfeng and said in a cold tone: "Zhang Sanfeng! You are quite courageous. I can suppress the Divine Stone alone for 30 years. What a pity, what a pity, I have already mastered the Immortal Technique, and today is the day when your Wudang will be destroyed?"

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes suddenly changed.

"The evil heretic will kill you today!"

Zhang Sanfeng roared low and flicked the whisk, and the silver threads came out of the whisk.

These silver threads drew beautiful arcs in the void and shot towards Yang Lian Zhenjia.

Yang Lianzhenjia did not dodge, but stretched out his fingers to point at the silver threads.

Those silver threads touched Yang Lian Zhenjia's fingers and stuck to his fingers like a magnet.

Immediately afterwards, endless electric light penetrated into Yang Liazhenjia's body along these silver threads.

A burning smell filled the air.

But it soon returned to its original state, and Yang Lianzhenjia's fingers regained life.

There was a touch of sarcasm on Yang Liazhenjia's lips, "Zhang Sanfeng, do you think you can do anything to this leader with the treasure in your hand? It's simply fantastic."

After saying these words, a ball of black energy suddenly erupted, covering Yang Lian Zhenjia.

The black mist obscured the sight, making it impossible for people to capture the figure of Yang Lian Zhenjia.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Zhang Sanfeng frowned, warning signs rising in his heart.

He flipped his wrist, swept the whisk in his hand, and once again released countless silver threads, entangling towards the black mist.

These silver threads are like living creatures. They can not only cut the enemy, but also corrode the black mist and make it melt.

However, Yang Lianzhenjia had already been prepared. In the black mist, wisps of black smoke rose up and enveloped the entire Zixiao Palace in the blink of an eye.

In the black smoke, Yang Lian Zhenjia's figure was looming, and every move was mysterious and unpredictable.

Zhang Sanfeng felt that the pores all over his body were exploding, and a terrifying and dangerous aura enveloped his whole body.

It was an indescribable feeling of fear, as if something was making him tremble.

rumbling...

Thunder roared and the sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds.Endless thunders gathered together, and huge thunder lotuses bloomed in the sky. Each thunder lotus condensed into a thick thunder pillar.

"What kind of magic is this?" Song Yuanqiao asked in surprise.

"What a powerful force."

"What a weird method. This is definitely not an ordinary person in the devil's way."

The Wudang disciples were talking a lot.

Zhang Sanfeng did not panic.

His eyes flashed with golden light, and with one punch, he created a vacuum passage and rushed into the sky covered with dark clouds.

Countless thunder and lightning fell down.

These thunderbolts, containing the power to destroy the heaven and earth, fell into the vacuum passage, and actually tore the vacuum passage into pieces.

Zhang Sanfeng took advantage of the opportunity to stand out among the dark clouds and arrived above the black mist.

Between heaven and earth, a huge Tai Chi pattern is suspended in mid-air, with mysterious runes shining one by one, emitting a bright golden glow.

Immediately, Zhang Sanfeng put his hands together.

There was a huge thunder, and a huge golden palm print fell, pressing directly on the black mist. A deafening bombardment sounded, causing huge waves.

Although this black mist was so weird that it could even corrode the silver thread of the whisk in Zhang Sanfeng's hand, it could not stop this palm.

The black mist was blasted away, revealing the figure of Yang Lian Zhenjia.

"Zhang Sanfeng, you still have some skills!" Yang Lianzhenjia showed a sinister smile on his face and took one step forward, arriving in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng held a sword secret in his hand, and a flying sword shot out from behind him, creating a sharp edge.

The sword light was like lightning, traveling quickly, leaving countless afterimages in the air, and slashed towards Yang Lian Zhenjia.

Yang Lianzhenjia was still undaunted. He stretched out his hands and grabbed the flying sword with his five fingers like claws.

Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!
Four crisp metal collisions sounded. Yang Lianzhenjia grabbed the flying sword that Zhang Sanfeng had been practicing for many years in his bare hands, and then squeezed it hard.

Click!

The flying sword broke and fell to the ground.

"Little trick!" Yang Lianzhenjia laughed mockingly, clenched his fist with his right hand, and the force of his fist surged out, turning into a towering mountain and slamming into Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng made a sword gesture with his hand, and the other two flying swords behind him turned into two sword dragons and roared away.

Boom!

The two collided, and the sword energy spread across the sky, setting off boundless winds that uprooted the surrounding trees, stirred them into powder, and rolled them into the sky.

"Get out of here!"

Yang Lianzhenjia roared angrily, and his fists turned into thousands of fist shadows, bombarding towards the sword dragon.

There was a crackling sound.

These thousands of fist shadows hit the two flying swords, completely blasting them into powder.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhang Sanfeng suffered a backlash and flew backwards, falling to the ground.

"Master!" everyone exclaimed.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Yang Lianzhenjia looked up to the sky and roared, the sound waves rolling across the whole world.

Just when Yang Liazhenjia was about to kill him, Doujiu Monk suddenly punched forward, and a huge fist shadow suddenly pushed out, bombarded Yang Liazhenjia, and knocked him away.

puff!
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yang Lianzhenjia's eyes were cold: "You are looking for death!"

He slapped the ground with both palms, and his body bounced into the air, attacking the wine-fighting monk.

The wine-fighting monk stood still and allowed him to pounce. However, the moment he approached, the wine-fighting monk moved slightly and avoided it for an instant. Then he raised his hand and slapped Yang Lian Zhenjia on the chest.

(End of this chapter)