Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 428 Nine Parts of Dragon and Tiger

The grand and solemn Taoist hall is filled with incense.

On the altar covered by layers of curtains, Emperor Zhenwu held a sword finger in one hand and held a spherical magic weapon in the other. Two green and red flying swords were flying around with dazzling flame tails, his beard was glaring with anger, and he looked majestic.

Under the altar, nine bright yellow futons are placed in a circle with Bagua embedded in the ground, with the only gap left due south.

Chen Qisheng, who was standing alone, happened to be facing this gap, facing the other nine Longhushan brothers who had first connected to the Huangliang dream here.

"Chen Qisheng, you are so brave! In front of so many brothers and sisters, you dare to speak nonsense. Do you still have the Taoism of Dragon and Tiger, and do you have the dignity of Xuanmen?!"

"Yangji, have you forgotten who you are?"

Chen Qisheng looked disdainful: "The Nine Divisions of Longhu Mountain's 'All the Fighters March in Formation', I am an old-school member of the 'Dou' Division, and you are all the new-school members of the other eight tribes. What are your new-school Taoist rituals?" When can we take care of the dignity of our old school?!"

The Taoist named Yang Ji appears to be middle-aged, wearing a green Taoist robe. The hair on both sides of the temples is cleanly shaved. On his exposed scalp are tattoos of Qingyuan Miao Dao Zhenjun holding a three-pointed two-edged spear and a man wearing red silk. The Great God of Santan Haihui.

A hawk-nosed, wolf-eyed, inhuman pure black eyes, with a stern look that would keep strangers away.

"We are all descendants of Dragon and Tiger, but you actually have divisions between departments, old and new! Why, do you, Chen Qisheng, want to betray the sect and establish a new branch?!"

Yang Ji put down his big hat, and all the new Taoists present looked at Chen Qisheng with amusement in their eyes.

The difference between old and new Daoxu has been a topic that has been going on for many years.

There have always been divergent opinions on the pros and cons of these two ways of practice, each with its own merits.

However, among other sects that are also part of the "Four Mountains and One Palace", old-school monks are already rare. Only within Longhu Mountain, there are still a large number of old-school monks, even one of them.

Although the other ministries did not show any special rejection on the surface, they secretly criticized the significance of Doube's existence for a long time.

Yangji's words like this at this moment were like a slap in the face, and instead described Chen Qisheng as a thorn with evil intentions.

"The nine divisions of Longhu Mountain, the Bing and Dou divisions, are the two main battle divisions. Yangji, you are also a member of the 'Bing Division' after all. If you want to imitate others in throwing dirty water and playing tricks, you don't have to check whether you are the material!"

Chen Qisheng's attitude was extremely tough, with a fierce look on his face.

"If you have any objections to me, then let's see if you can subdue me as a demon, or if I can eliminate you as a demon!"

Although no one around him turned his head, Yangji felt teasing eyes falling on him, all waiting to see how he would respond.

Yang Ji, who is the order officer of the Ministry of War, has a fiery personality, and his heart immediately surged with anger. However, he did not speak rashly, but glanced at the person next to him from the corner of his eye. When he saw that the other person had no intention of stopping him, he smiled ferociously and said: "You can't hold back your words. I will teach you well today on behalf of your master." teach you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden strong wind blew up the hanging curtains around him.

The cross-legged figure of Yang Ji has disappeared on the futon, and stands in the air above Chen Qisheng's head. Various talismans and seals are flowing around him, and the red equatorial pattern on the seals gradually lights up, like a warrior warrior ready to go. He can only Anode gave an order.

Chen Qisheng swallowed a genetically modified elixir into his belly with his molars, his eyes flashed, he hit the abyss with a flying sword, and soared directly into the sky.

Buzz.

The talisman vibrated, and with the swing of Yang Yang's sleeve, it hit Chen Qisheng's face.

Chen Qisheng's face was stern, and he touched the center of his eyebrows with his left hand. The moment the blood flowed out, a spiritual seal flashing with a hazy gray light was placed in the center of his eyebrows.

Ripples invisible to the naked eye rippled in the air. The cracked talismans in front of Chen Qisheng were like insects falling into amber. The first flash of lightning disappeared instantly, and the explosive flames suddenly died down.

Dragon and tiger talisman records, Lingzhuan·Forbidden!

Although these talismans were disturbed for only a brief moment, it was enough for Chen Qisheng to leave the erupting thunder pool and sea of ​​fire behind him and rush straight to the anode.

The sword light rose and fell, creating an ear-splitting metal explosion.

The yellow scarf warrior wearing a helmet and armor held a pair of golden maces, standing in front of the gloomy Yang Ji. The talisman and seal pattern covering his face was as scarlet as blood.

Chen Qisheng decisively released the five fingers of his right hand, and the tail of the sword that hit the abyss simultaneously spurted out angry flames like ink. It circled around the mace and struck directly into the shoulder of the yellow scarf warrior. The blade rotated rapidly like a chain saw, cutting out large dazzling sparks. .

The evil wind behind him suddenly rose, and surprisingly it was the flying sword that Yang Ji was offering!

The blade of the sword was filled with a faint yellow light, and it aimed at Chen Qisheng's lower back extremely viciously, stabbing at Chen Qisheng's back quickly.

Chen Qisheng showed a fierce smile, and with the help of the genetically modified elixir, his reactions were as fast as lightning. He twisted his body in the air, and his right leg was like a whip, heading straight for the flying sword of the anode.

Pfft!

The flying sword flew out in a spin, and with a clang, it pierced into the huge pillar hugged by the three people.

A large amount of blood fell from the air with a severed right leg, and the scene was bloody and horrifying.

Yang Ji didn't seem to expect that Chen Qisheng would be so tough. He was so frightened that he tried to pull back, but it was already too late.

Chen Qisheng, who had lost a leg, looked indifferent, stretched out his hand to hold the long sword that had been cut into the Yellow Turban Warrior's abdomen, raised his arm and pulled the Yellow Turban Warrior, and cut the Yellow Turban Warrior in half.

The sword did not show any signs of stagnation. It circled around the wrist and fell back into Chen Qisheng's hand with a yin hand. It penetrated Yangji's chest through the gap between the two stumps.

Chuangyuan's body pressed against Anji and fell to the ground from under the splendid dome. The splashed blood drops hit the figures on the futons, and were waved away by everyone.

Chen Qisheng's face was full of violence, like a demon. His figure kneeling on one knee remained motionless amid the thunder and fire. He clasped the anode's face with the five fingers of his left hand, like a butcher cutting open an eel, with the sword blade going all the way from his chest. Next, all the mechanical bodies blocking the road were split into two, and they were slashed towards the Daoji hidden deep in the abdomen.

"Okay, we are all brothers and sisters of the same discipline who are bathed in the brilliance of the righteousness. It will be bad if it goes too far."

A voice that was warm and gentle, but still raw and stiff, suddenly sounded.

Suddenly, the cutting blade stopped abruptly, and the sparks flying from the anode wound hovered in the air, neither rising nor falling, nor extinguishing.

The ferocious color in Chen Qisheng's eyes was frozen, and Yang Ji, who was clearly on the verge of death, looked like a smile but not a smile. Instead of showing any trace of despair, he revealed a hint of mockery.

A breeze that came from nowhere blew through the entire Taoist temple. Wherever the wind passed, blood flowed back, broken limbs were reshaped, the long sword separated from the wound, and the exploded talisman fragments reunited.

Everything within a ten-foot radius of the two of them was like a frozen scene, playing from back to front.

After a while, Chen Qisheng's eyes trembled slightly, and his frozen gaze resumed flowing.

A sacred platform is still a sacred platform, and true martial arts is still true martial arts.

Yang Ji was sitting cross-legged on the futon, without any injuries on his body. It seemed that he had never gotten up and had any physical contact with Chen Qi.

The scene in his sight was the same as when Chen Qisheng had just entered this dreamland of yellow beams. The only difference was that there was an unoccupied futon in the vacancy due south.

"It's so shameless to have to stand up in Huang Liang's dream."

The corners of Chen Qisheng's mouth turned down, obviously he had expected the scene before him to happen.

"Yang Ji, although Yang Xuan's words may not sound good, I believe he has no ill intentions. Regardless of whether he is new or old, we are all members of the Longhu Clan and are one family. Do you understand?"

The speaker wore an ancient crown and a red robe, but his face had no facial features. Instead, there was a talisman as smooth as a mirror, which sometimes showed the stars in the sky, and sometimes transformed into a fairy mountain and towers, with priests flying and auspicious signs. Beast shuttle.

Zhang Qinglu, a direct descendant of the Tianshi Mansion above the "Nine Divisions" of Longhu Mountain, received the seal name Yang Yan.

And Yangxuan is naturally Chen Qisheng's seal name.

"I sincerely obey the decree of senior brother." Yangji lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes with a respectful attitude.

"Yang Xuan."

A scene of a crane flying in the clouds appeared on Zhang Qinglu's face. Although the voice coming from his body was warm and gentle, it sounded like a stiff simulation to Chen Qisheng's ears.

"You just said that the Taoist rituals of the other eight tribes cannot control your Dou tribe. So, can I, a senior brother who belongs directly to the Tianshi Mansion, be able to enter your Dharma eyes?"

"Of course you can. You are the senior brother of our generation. No matter how narrow my vision is, I, Chen Qisheng, would not dare to lose sight of your dharma body."

"Since you still regard me as your senior brother, then sit down."

"Okay, thank you senior brother for the gift."

Chen Qisheng swayed his shoulders and sat down on the futon. He didn't sit cross-legged like the others around him. Instead, he bent his legs and propped up his elbows, with a carefree look on his face.

The others turned a blind eye to this scene, and their eyes all fell on Zhang Qinglu, who was sitting high in the north position, with solemn expressions.

"Perhaps all the junior brothers have discovered that we are from the Jiubu and Tianshi Mansion respectively, and we are all the disciples sent by the sect to the Japanese area to seek opportunities. Logically speaking, we are of the same spirit, and we should be the same when we come to the Japanese area. We help each other after the district. But it was not until today that we met for the first time. This is because I, as a senior brother, have not fulfilled my due responsibilities, and I ask for your forgiveness from all the senior brothers."

Someone spoke up and said, "Senior brother Yang Yan, please don't blame yourself. We at Longhu Mountain have always fought alone and sought our own blessings. How can we blame you, senior brother?"

"Thank you for your understanding, junior brother."

The picture on Zhang Qinglu's face changed with the words, and a Taoist priest with sword-shaped eyebrows and long beard, with a face like a crown of jade, sat cross-legged in the mirror of the front door.

"It is true that our Taoist order in Longhu Mountain has always been self-reliant and used to fighting on its own. In the past, there was certainly no problem in doing so. But now the situation in the Japanese area has changed dramatically. If we are still scattered, I am afraid that it will not be long before They will be kicked out by other Taoist forces."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall fell silent.

Everyone's expressions changed.

Some were surprised, some frowned, and some were disapproving.

Chen Qisheng, with a smile on his face, looked around as if he were an outsider, taking in everyone's expressions with great interest.

"Senior Brother Yang Yan."

A rough-looking Daoxu spoke first, "I'm not against what you said, but I've heard the words 'change of circumstances' so many times since I entered the Japanese area, my junior brother, that my ears are almost getting calluses. But from the beginning to the end, I didn’t see anything big happening, don’t you think so?”

"Yang Long is right. The Japanese area has already been exposed to the sound of wind and rain. Why did the situation suddenly change?"

"A small and tiny place cannot change the sky."

There were a lot of different opinions in the Taoist Hall, and there were all kinds of opinions, but no one voiced any agreement.

Yang Long laughed boldly and suppressed everyone's comments.

"Opportunities are limited, and everyone depends on their abilities. Life and death are determined by destiny, and wealth is in heaven. This is the consistent behavior of our Longhu Mountain Taoist order. Now, senior brother, you want to break the long-standing rules with just one specious word. I'm afraid this is a bit hard to convince everyone. ah."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ji, who had been lowering his eyebrows and squinting his eyes, suddenly raised his head and glanced at Yang Long sharply.

"What are you looking at?"

The latter showed no fear, his Taoist robes moved automatically without the wind, and his strong body exuded an aura as heavy as a mountain.

Yangji's eyes narrowed slightly, the light in his eyes condensed into a thin line, and he trembled slightly according to the palms on his knees. However, before he could make the next move, Zhang Qinglu stopped him with his eyes, and he could only withdraw his gaze unwillingly.

"Humph."

Yang Long had a sneer on his face, as if he didn't take Yangji seriously at all.

Chen Qisheng, who was watching the excitement on the sidelines, couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this scene. He didn't know much about this fellow disciple, he only knew that the other party was a notorious thorn in the formation department.

In terms of status and honor, he is naturally slightly inferior to Zhang Qinglu, a disciple of the Tianshi Mansion, but his strength and background are not bad at all.

After all, Zhang Qinglu was only among the twenty in the Tianshi Mansion's line of succession to 'Zhang Tianshi'. But Yang Long's master is the leader of the formation.

But now it seems that Yang Long is not a playboy relying solely on his background. At least in the Huangliang Dreamland with Zhang Qinglu as the main builder, he can still burst out with such momentum, which shows that the authority of Huangliang in his hands is not low.

The ten people sent by Longhu Mountain this time are not drunkards.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for everyone to be able to sit here intact after entering the Japanese area for such a long time.

"Junior Brother Yanglong, I am also from Longhu Mountain, so naturally I don't want to interfere with everyone's freedom. Otherwise, I wouldn't have summoned everyone today."

Zhang Qinglu's tone was as gentle as ever, and even his tone didn't change at all.

"I also hope that it will be like what you said. This time it is just specious alarmism, but God does not follow people's wishes."

Yang Long frowned and said impatiently: "Elder brother, please tell me clearly what is going on!"

"An earthly immortal has passed through."

The clear sky in the picture on Zhang Qinglu's face suddenly turned dark, and boundless rain clouds gathered from all sides, covering the sky and the sun.

Even the light in the Taoist temple became dim, and an inexplicable chill coiled around everyone's hearts.

"Replacing the Earth Immortal?"

The contempt on Yang Long's face had long since dissipated, leaving only a trace of luck.

"No."

Zhang Qinglu shook his head and said, "He is Bai Yujing's official Earth Immortal."

Yang Long looked gloomy and ashen, "Senior brother, where did you get the news? Why didn't we know?"

"I can't tell you the source of the news, but I can tell you that this news did not come from Tao Xu. Even your teacher doesn't know about it yet, so he didn't tell you. But I can vouch for my identity as a disciple named Zhang. , the news is conclusive!”

The expressions of everyone who had completely failed by luck were surprisingly the same, they were all puzzled and angry.

Only Yangji raised his eyes and looked around, with a touch of contempt at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Long gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Whose Earth Immortal, how could he degrade himself like this?!"

The Taoist in front of Zhang Qinglu glanced at Chen Qisheng and uttered three words lightly.

"Gezao Mountain."

The smile on Chen Qisheng's face suddenly stiffened.

(End of this chapter)