Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 577: Dream Broken, Seeing Zhenwu (End)
The dilapidated city of Nanchang.

The third-grade celestial star 'Po Jun' hanging above the sky, after a thunderous strike, strangely ceased its activity and quietly disappeared into the night.

The whole process started off well but ended badly, which made Yi Kuidou full of doubts.

It has come to this point, with so many sealed Daoxu dead, doesn't Zhang Chongyuan dare to give it a try?
Is he really so incompetent? Or did something unexpected happen in the Heavenly Master's Mansion in Mount Longhu?

However, no matter what the reason was that made Zhang Chongyuan give up the attack, the shot fired by Longhu Mountain in Nanchang City today has given Gezhao Mountain a reason to attack.

The sect’s goal has been achieved.

Thinking of this, Yi Kuidou lowered his head to look at the huge deep pit on the ground blasted by "Pojun".

On top of a crumbling high-rise building at the edge of the deep pit, Li Jun, who had withstood the attack of "Po Jun", sat astride the roof.

At this moment, his armor was covered with cracks, his face under the helmet was as pale as paper, scarlet blood kept dripping down his chin, and his eyes were bloodshot. This was the damage caused by Zhang Xihong's self-destructive consciousness.

But that ferocious momentum still showed no signs of abating.

"Your name is Yi Kuidou, right? You've been following me around for a few days, don't you want to give it a try?"

Li Jun pressed his elbows on his knees and looked up into the air with his bloodshot eyes.

When their eyes met, they both saw the coldness in each other's eyes.

"go!"

Yi Kuidou withdrew his gaze, without saying any unnecessary words, turned around decisively, and led a group of Gezhaoshan Taoist priests to leave towards the south of the city.

"Another bunch of scumbags."

Li Jun watched the other person walk away and raised his hand to wipe the blood off his chin.

"Master Ma, can you tell what that old man's background is?"

"A puppet body controlled by Bihe, a common trick used by Zonghengxu."

The whisper of the Horse Lord in the red eyes: "But even Zhang Qingyu, who is ranked fourth in the New School, will be hit. The opponent is at least ranked third in the Vertical and Horizontal School."

"These troublemakers are really haunting us."

Li Jun took a deep breath of the night air with a strong smell of burning, turned his head to face north, frowned, and muttered to himself.

"Northern Zhili? In your old life, are you from Honghu, or are you born into a royal family? Or are you both?"

boom!
The giant snake-like beast half-lying in the sea was hit on the head by a punch. Its huge body fell into the sea with a wail, splashing huge water several feet high.

Zou Sijiu ignored his fists which were corroded by the poison and exposed to the skin. His armor gushed out a turbulent airflow and he pounced again on Gongsun Yao who was still rolling.

Whoosh!
A black shadow suddenly rushed out from the surging waves, as fast as lightning.

Zou Sijiu was unable to dodge and was hit hard by Gongsun Yao's snake tail. With a loud explosion, Zou Sijiu was like a flying stone, tumbling on the sea, skipping on the water, and finally slamming heavily into the sea.

The wound at the broken corner of the snake's skull kept wriggling, and Gongsun Yao's figure slowly rose from it.

The offset of massive backdoors and the huge mental consumption made his face extremely gloomy at the moment.

Zou Sijiu's difficulty was obviously far beyond his expectations.

"He is just a peasant, why does he have such a special black armor? And this strange method of summoning gods can actually give him such a strong fighting power. Where did he get so many opportunities?!"

Just as Gongsun Yao was surprised and uncertain, Zou Sijiu's figure jumped out from the sea.

"call"

Zou Sijiu bent over and pressed his knees, gasping for breath. Blood kept dripping from the corners of his mouth, creating tiny ripples on the inky dark sea.

"You are indeed a rare talent, Zou Sijiu, as you were able to develop such a backdoor technique without any training from the East Palace. However, if you want to stop the East Palace, you are still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. You are doomed to fail."

Gongsun Yao's dull voice echoed throughout the sea.

"If you get out of the way now, there will still be a glimmer of hope in today's deadlock!"

Zou Sijiu slowly straightened his back and looked at the huge snake beast standing a hundred feet away. He sneered and said, "It seems that Master Zou was too lenient. I actually let you still have the energy to talk nonsense here."

"The East Palace controls all the 'backdoors'. If you abandon the East Palace, you will cut off your own path to the future. You will never be able to learn other techniques and completely cut off your path to advancement. Have you thought clearly about paying such a heavy price for the life and death of a Daoxu?!"

"I'm so scared!"

Zou Sijiu smiled contemptuously and shouted loudly.

"Chen Qisheng, you stinky bull nose, did you hear that? Because of you, I, Master Zou, have suffered a huge loss this time. If you don't catch a few Yin Yang Orders and show me their backdoors, I will never let you go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent wave suddenly came from the floating ship behind Zou Sijiu, mixed with the loud roar of sea beasts!
The reincarnation of the cave heaven has reached its final climax, and Chen Qisheng is about to wake up!

But for Gongsun Yao, it meant that if he did not extract Chen Qisheng's consciousness, Zhao Yanlong's cave would completely collapse in an instant.

His mission on this trip will be declared a complete failure!

"Go away!"

Thinking of the possible punishment after failure, Gongsun Yao felt a chill in his heart and shouted angrily. The snake head connected to the body also let out a sharp roar.

"How do you talk to your father?!"

Zou Sijiu had a ferocious expression on his face as his body floated into the air. The red light emanating from his armor became increasingly dazzling, as if a blood-red sun was suspended in the air.

A violent gale rushed out from under Gongsun Yao's flashing wings. Wherever the wind passed, clouds were destroyed and waves surged. An indescribable tremor filled Zou Sijiu's heart.

It felt as if the entire dark sea was in a rage, ready to crush me to pieces.

"Defend, protect Zhao Yanlong's dream sea beast!"

Zou Sijiu felt as if he was carrying a tremendous weight. His floating figure was pressed down inch by inch, and he shouted loudly.

Roar!
The snake beast roared towards the sky, and a terrifying wave over twenty feet high suddenly rose up, like a black mountain moving across and pressing down.

Gongsun Yao stood proudly on the crest of the waves, with overwhelming power.

Under such might of heaven and earth, the lone Zou Sijiu seemed particularly small. The red light on his body disappeared completely and he knelt on one knee on the sea, seemingly without the slightest ability to fight back.

"It seems that you really don't have any helpers hiding behind you. Otherwise, given your temperament, you wouldn't choose to use up so many backdoors to fight with Master Zou."

But just when the wave was about to crash down, Gongsun Yao suddenly heard a contemptuous word and a crisp snap of fingers amid the roar of the waves.

Hey!
A cold current swept in against the strong wind, and went up along the waves. There were continuous crisp crackling sounds, and in an instant it froze the sky-high waves!

"what?!"

Gongsun Yao, standing on the snake's head, was sealed in a piece of dark blue ice, with an expression of disbelief and shock in his eyes.

Not only that, he was horrified to find that a small part of the 'back door' in his hand had inexplicably fallen into a silent state!
It was not stolen by someone, but it fell into a blockade on its own, ignoring his deployment and command.

Gongsun Yao had never seen such a strange scene before.

How is this going? ?
"Don't worry, your backdoors are not lost, they just can't be used for the time being."

Zou Sijiu slowly stood up and looked up at Gongsun Yao who was standing high above him.

A playful smile appeared on his face, as if everything that had happened before was just a show.

He raised his hands and wiped them along the sides of the helmet, saying with a smile, "This move is called Heaven and Earth Live Together. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Heaven and earth live together?

Gongsun Yao's heart was shocked, and he subconsciously exclaimed: "Zhao Mengze?!"

"Zou Sijiu, it's really stupid of you to reveal your origins. And the backdoor Zhao Mengze gave you can only be used once. Why don't you act quickly? Why are you telling him so much?"

The guard's cold and angry voice sounded in his mind, urging Zou Sijiu to act quickly.

"You don't understand. This grandson is Zou Zi Wushiba, and he's a big shot in the East Palace. I've been enduring for so many years, and finally I can get some interest back, so why don't I do it with a full sense of ceremony?"

Zou Sijiu laughed, slowly floated up into the air, and looked at the huge waves and the evil beast in front of him.

"This is Huangliang Youhai, where you have to use your brain and calculations to fight. Why are you making such a big scene here? Do you want to show that you have many backdoors? What do you have to be so arrogant about?"

Click!

The glacier shattered and sank into the sea.

Gongsun Yao, who regained his freedom, looked at Zou Sijiu who was so close to him, but did not dare to act rashly.

"Now everyone has the same number of 'backdoors'. I only have 'Su Ce'. Gongsun Yao, you can summon any god or transform into any beast you want. Feel free to do so."

Zou Sijiu was arrogant and raised his hand to signal.

"I'll give you three breaths of time. One..."

Gongsun Yao's chest heaved violently and his breathing was like thunder. He no longer cared about the remaining back door and ignited it all, continuously injecting tremendous power into the snake body connected to him.

The wounds of the broken wings kept wriggling, and black feathers kept sprouting out.

But the next second, Zou Sijiu, who was smiling in the distance, suddenly disappeared from Gongsun Yao's sight.

Immediately afterwards, a violent fist shadow crashed into his eyes!

"mean!!"

"Threatening me with a backdoor? Do you think you're so great because you have so many backdoors?"

Zou Sijiu had a grim smile on his face, and swung his arm and punched out amid Gongsun Yao's angry roar!
boom!
One after another, figures rose up from the top of Tianzhu Peak on swords and, facing the thunder that was falling like rain, they fearlessly rushed towards the new Taoist orders hiding in the shadows of the clouds.

Every time a ray of sword light exploded, an extremely dull bell tone would be heard.

This is the final salvation of the Wudang Taoist order of life and death, and it is also the final gift of the Zhenwu Taoist to its believers.

But even though the sound of bells was incessant, it still couldn't stop the continuous flow of sword lights.

In the higher sky, a huge sword light was surrounded by several Taoist shadows whose sizes were not damaged at all.

This is the battlefield of Daozu's magic weapon, and even the thunder in the sky dare not get involved.

The occasional aftermath of the storm could directly cut off the surrounding mountains.

The battle that broke out in front of the gate of Wudang Mountain at this moment, although not as shocking as the one in the sky, was far more bloody.

The Wudang disciples who came down the mountain upon hearing the news fought with the Yellow Turban warriors all over the mountain, with red and white blood intertwined and scattered, and broken limbs and arms scattered all over the mountain road. These puppets that attacked the Wudang Mountain Gate were refined by Maoshan, with a large number of mechanical limbs replacing flesh and blood, and their vitality was extremely strong. They also showed superb fighting skills, and there were obvious traces of martial arts in the fight.

Although they are still no match for the martial arts disciples if they fight alone, the huge numbers are enough to make people despair.

The mountain gate archway was only there, and Chen Qisheng, covered in blood, had already gone bloodshot. He chopped the stolen sword in his hand until the blade was bent. After stabbing it into the chest of the next enemy, it could no longer withstand the force of the collision and broke completely with a click.

boom!
As the corpse was kicked off the platform, Chen Qisheng finally had a chance to catch his breath.

He raised his toes and grabbed a broken long sword soaked in blood, but his body suddenly staggered forward.

The divine mind array that enveloped the battlefield like a whirlpool emitted a silent, sharp sound that gave him a splitting headache.

His sore and weak limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, his exhausted Taoist foundation kept wailing, and he could no longer generate any true energy.

At this point in the battle, he was almost at the end of his rope.

"Senior Brother. Zhao Yanlong!"

Chen Qisheng shouted loudly, but all he saw were countless figures fighting each other, and there was no trace of Zhao Yanlong at all.

Chen Qisheng, who was anxious, had just taken a step when a huge sword light suddenly fell from the sky.

Zheng!
Boom..Boom..
The series of violent explosions plunged the shouting and killing-filled Tianshan Road into a dead silence.

The sword light swept across and cut the mountain road in half, leaving a huge deep ravine. Hundreds of Yellow Turban warriors were crushed into bloody dust.

The divine consciousness that enveloped the sky was dispersed by the impact, and the Yellow Turban warriors who had lost their command stood still, forming a brief confrontation with the exhausted Wudang Taoist priests across the ravine.

"Here. I'm here."

A faint cry was heard from a pile of corpses.

Chen Qisheng leaped closer and finally saw Zhao Yanlong who was pressed under the body of a Yellow Turban.

"Don't move, it hurts."

Zhao Yanlong narrowed his eyes and quickly stopped Chen Qisheng from carrying the corpse.

"I have cultivated my foundation for so many years, but it was destroyed by these monsters that are not even human. What a pity."

"If it rots, just grow it again, what's the pity?!"

Chen Qisheng moved the yellow turban's corpse lightly and saw that Zhao Yanlong's abdomen was pierced by a piece of arm, going all the way to the elbow.

Pfft!

Chen Qisheng cut off Zhao Yanlong's arm with a sword and helped him sit up.

"Don't look at it anymore. There's no hope."

Zhao Yanlong's face twitched, and he forced a carefree smile: "I didn't even expect to live, why do you have such an expression? It's okay for me to die first. When you defeat these bastards later, remember to tell the sect about my achievements. I calculated that it's a bit too much to exchange one life for one line of words. It would be better if you could write more."

"I'm not as thick-skinned as you. Go and tell me yourself."

Chen Qisheng supported Zhao Yanlong and was about to stand up. "Hold on, your injury won't kill you. The Huangqi Temple on the mountain can save you."

"Where is the Huangqi Temple?"

Zhao Yanlong leaned his head on Chen Qisheng's shoulder with his dim pupils reflecting the burning Wudang Mountain.

“They burned them all.”

"Stop talking, I'll take you up the mountain!"

Chen Qisheng had just taken a step forward when he felt a hand grabbing his collar tightly.

"I can't leave. If I leave now, wouldn't I be a coward again? I've worked so hard to get here. Don't let me lose everything."

"Junior Brother"

Zhao Yanlong's face was pressed against the back of Chen Qisheng's neck, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito's hum.

"My death is enough, you must not try to be brave. Being alive is more important than anything else. As long as there are people, Wudang will survive. If everyone dies, then everything will be gone, do you understand? Everything will be gone."

"I understand. I won't die, and neither can you."

Chen Qisheng was nailed to the spot, with veins bulging on his right hand that was gripping the hilt of the sword.

"You're right. Some people and things are indeed more important than life. From now on, who dares to scold me, Zhao Yanlong?"

"I will kill anyone who dares."

"No one dares, because I am worthy of Wudang. Junior brother, I am running out of strength, and I have one last word. Thank you so much in this life."

The words gradually faded in my ears, and the body gradually grew cold in my arms.

"Brother, in the next life, I should be the one to thank you."

Chen Qisheng gently put down the corpse in his arms and stood at the gate of the mountain with a sword in his hand.

The divine consciousness that was shattered by the sword light swept over again, and the stiffly standing Yellow Turban warriors swarmed forward again.

"Zhang Xiji, you killed Wudang, today you must pay with your life!"

There was a roar exploding in the sky, and Chen Qisheng suddenly turned around.

A blinding flash of lightning, accompanied by a roar that resounded through heaven and earth, fell towards Tianzhu Peak!
boom!
A visible impact exploded from the collapsed top of Tianzhu Peak, sweeping away the dark clouds in the sky, blowing away the shadows of immortals and gods, and suppressing the flames on the whole mountain.

The night sky was clear, without a single star twinkling, as if those huge and terrifying figures and the rain-like thunder were just an illusion.

But the roar in Chen Qisheng's ears was getting closer and closer, and the aftermath of the explosion rolled in with smoke and dust, instantly engulfing his figure.

The last scene Chen Qisheng saw was the moment his vision completely dimmed.

It was a charred corpse holding a sword, falling from the sky.

Wow wow wow
The sound of the rolling tide continued to echo.

Chen Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into his sight was a simple Taoist temple hidden in the mountains.

A statue of the Great Emperor Zhenwu is enshrined in the shabby and simple hall, and a stick of sandalwood that is almost burned out is inserted in the incense burner in front of it.

Every blade of grass and every tree was so familiar; it was clearly the Xuanyue Temple where he had lived for many years.

"The dream...is over? But why am I still here?"

Chen Qisheng stared at the empty Taoist temple in a daze.

"Hello, are you new here?"

When Chen Qisheng heard the words, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face and he suddenly turned around to look.

It was just like the scene in my memory, with that arrogant young man standing in front of the palace gate with his hands on his hips.

But this time, the person in front of the other party was not himself, but a silly little Taoist boy.

"Why are you so stupid? I asked you what your name was, but you didn't hear me?"

The Taoist boy pulled at his ill-fitting and shabby Taoist robe and spoke timidly.

"My name is Zhao Yanlong."

"Yanlong, why is he called this? He is more imposing than me."

The young man mumbled a few words, raised his hand and patted his not-so-strong chest, and said loudly: "My name is He Zhu, from now on I will be your teaching brother. Do you understand what teaching means? What it means is that from now on in our 'Xuan Yue Temple', you will be under my charge!"

When Chen Qisheng saw this scene, he suddenly felt as if a pair of hands were pinching his heart, and an indescribable bitterness surged into his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and stared at the tip of his shoes with his red eyes.

"Hey, new guy, what's your name?"

A shout full of laughter suddenly sounded in front of him, and Chen Qisheng looked up in surprise.

Under the statue of Zhenwu God was a very familiar smiling face.

"Brother, my name is Chen Qisheng!"

"That's a good name! Junior Brother Chen, I'll trouble you from now on."

A Taoist strode in from outside the hall, raised his hand and gently patted Chen Qisheng on the shoulder, then bowed and clasped his hands towards Zhao Yanlong under the statue.

"Thank you for your hard work over the years. Goodbye, Junior Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Yanlong bowed in return: "The road ahead is long, take your time, Senior Brother."

The Taoist smiled and nodded. His figure seemed to be blown away by the wind, dissipating into dots of fluorescence and merging into Chen Qisheng's body.

"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother Zhao."

"Goodbye, Junior Brother Zhao."

Figures kept appearing, and Chen Qisheng had seen every face of them.

They are the Wudang disciples in the dream and the Wudang heroes in the real world.

After saying goodbye to Zhao Yanlong, they all disappeared with smiles on their faces.

"Brothers, please wait. We will see you later."

Under Chen Qisheng's sad gaze, Zhao Yanlong's figure slowly disappeared.

"You little brat, I was once an elite soldier in the Demon Subduing Hall. I killed the Black Flag Society's martial arts master, protected the gate of Wudang Mountain, and saved the souls of my fellow disciples. Isn't this an exciting life?"

He smiled brightly, his eyes showing satisfaction, and bowed to Chen Qisheng with his fists clasped.

"Goodbye, Junior Brother. Thank you for letting me return to Wudang once again. This is enough for my life!"

As the words fell, the figure disappeared.

Chen Qisheng stared at the Great Emperor Zhenwu on the altar, and a smile of relief slowly revealed itself at the corners of his taut mouth.

"Goodbye, Brother."

(End of this chapter)