Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 579 Going up the mountain to kill people (Part )
Guangxin Prefecture, Guixi City.

The night rain is falling and the neon lights are like lights.

Projections of pages of Taoist classics were floating all over the city, with seal, regular and running scripts interweaving into a sea of ​​green.

Next to the pyrotechnics are believers who are bowing their heads in enlightenment, lay Buddhists are sitting cross-legged in practice under the fish and dragons, door gods are guarding the doors of mortals with swords in hand, and spiritual officials are standing solemnly in observance of their precepts amid the abundant incense.

The caves connected to the monasteries hide countless magnificent dreams, and the bells ringing in the Taoist temples soothe the hearts of millions who seek the Tao.

In this splendid and grand city of enlightenment, a huge mountain stands in the middle, reaching into the sky, and the entire mountain is filled with magnificent Taoist palaces with bright lights.

A stairway to heaven winds its way along the mountain. Two dragon-tiger sedan chairs, capable of accommodating a thousand people, travel back and forth day and night, bringing in those who want to become immortals.

In front of the mountain gate, there stands a ten-meter-high archway. Sharp sword-shaped patterns are intertwined on the pillars, and the flying eaves are in the shapes of dragons, tigers and animals.

A huge carved talisman was suspended in the air, playing the thousand-year history of this Taoist ancestral temple over and over again.

Boom!

Thunder roared and the wind and rain became dark and rainy.

A beam of sword light whizzed into the city, tearing apart the trees and flowers of fire, piercing through the fish, dragons and mythical beasts. The strong wind it brought over knocked over the believers who were sitting cross-legged in the street to gain enlightenment. The sharp divine consciousness severed all the consciousness connected to the dream.

Wherever the sword light passed, all the prosperity of Daocheng disappeared.

Pairs of frightened eyes moved with the sword, all cast towards the Longhu Mountain Gate, which was majestic and inviolable in their hearts.

Zheng!
Sparks suddenly burst out in front of the sword, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking the way ahead.

As the sword forcefully advanced, ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and layers of magical barriers were revealed.

click
Under the tip of the sword, dense cracks spread rapidly, and bursts of crisp sounds were heard continuously.

The next moment, the magical barrier shattered, and silent sharp whistles spread out, exploding in the minds of countless believers, and intense pain instantly engulfed their consciousness.

In the scattered light and shadow, the carved talismans that described the glorious past of the dragon and the tiger were blown to pieces by the impact.

Under the archway, a Taoist with white hair and beard suddenly appeared, his hands still holding the seal, staring coldly at the silver-white flying sword that was floating upside down.

The sword fell downward, hovering five feet above the ground.

The cold light illuminated a resolute face.

"The rebellious demon, if you want to break into the mountain gate, you must get past me, Zhang Ximao, first!"

The old Taoist raised his white eyebrows and shouted sternly.

"The other younger generations of Longhu Mountain don't even have this much courage? They let you stand in front of them?"

Chen Qisheng took a step forward, and the wind and rain blocking his way retreated to both sides as if they were split by a sharp sword.

"As long as the old Taoist's spirit is still alive, I will certainly help future generations to slay foreign enemies and protect them from the wind and rain."

Zhang Ximao's tone was firm and powerful, without any hesitation.

It seemed that it was natural that he was the only one fighting Chen Qisheng in front of the mountain gate at this moment.

Chen Qisheng couldn't help but frown when he heard that. He stopped and the flying sword that had been trembling behind his head calmed down a little, and the murderous aura on his body faded a little.

"Get out of the way, you don't have to die."

"wishful thinking."

Zhang Ximao sneered at Chen Qisheng's words and said in a cold voice: "Chen Qisheng, you were once a member of the Dragon Tiger Sect. Why did you help the tyrants and betray your master? Now that you have turned back from your mistakes, you still have a chance to redeem yourself from your sins."

"I'll say this for the last time, get out of the way."

Chen Qisheng slowly raised his arm, and a wave different from his divine consciousness arose.

A light mist dissipated from his body and condensed into a human-shaped mist shadow out of thin air.

The facial features of the misty shadow are blurred and unclear, making it difficult to see clearly.

But the white Taoist robe was extremely clear, even the smallest details were visible, and the words "Jiang Mo" and "Zhen Wu" embroidered on the left and right cuffs were particularly distinct.

"True Qi. Wudang?!"

Zhang Ximao showed shock on his face, and then his whole body emanated murderous aura and a strong desire to fight.

"So you are the remnants of Wudang. Chen Qisheng, you will definitely die today!"

The Taoist laughed in anger, and the Taoist crown on his head was blown away by the outpouring of divine thoughts. His white hair swayed in the wind and rain, and with his ability to release spells without objects, he formed dozens of five-element spells in an instant.

A dust-like Taoist magic weapon was hidden in the light of magic, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Chen Qisheng stretched out his five fingers, and the silver-white sword fell into his palm by itself.

The mist shadow followed closely, holding a sword formed by the condensed true energy.

Facing the overwhelming sea of ​​magic, Chen Qisheng and Wuying raised their swords and chopped down at the same time.

Two cold sword energies followed one after another, cutting through the waves and breaking the sea with unstoppable force.

click
The Fuchen Dao machine, which had appeared in a panic, had no chance to display its magical powers before it was blown into pieces by the impact of the sword energy.

The backlash of divine thoughts caused two pale tears to roll down Zhang Ximao's eyes. Like a madman, he endured the severe pain of the spasm of his Taoist foundation, held the seal and chanted the spell, commanding the stars in the sky.

boom.
The lightning flashed and was shattered by a sword-wielding figure in the mist who rose into the air.

Before the shocked Taoist Longhu could come to his senses, a figure had already passed by in the corner of his eye.

"stop."

Zhang Ximao shouted in a deep voice, but suddenly there was a cracking sound in his body. The Taoist's ferocious expression suddenly froze, and his stunned eyes fell on his abdomen.

The cold wind passed through this hole that was transparent from front to back, and there was no trace of the Dao Foundation Pill.

Zhang Ximao's body was like a cracked porcelain, with terrifying cracks spreading across his skin and bones, which peeled off piece by piece under the beating of raindrops.

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Without any extra words, Zhang Ximao pulled the corners of his broken mouth, revealing a trace of helplessness. The loneliness in his eyes only existed for a short moment, and then it was replaced by tangible hatred.

"The Dao blesses the dragon and the tiger, the ancestral temple will last forever! Wudang will never be able to stand up again!"

boom!
The moment Zhang Ximao's figure collapsed and disappeared, the mountain gate archway collapsed in the sword light.

Chen Qisheng stepped on his sword and soared into the sky, heading straight for the magnificent Taoist palace located at the highest point of the mountain!
In front of the Tianshi Mansion's office, Zhang Qingli, who was waiting there, looked into the distance at the night mountains with empty eyes and dull gaze, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

It was not until the sharp sword light fell into his eyes that his scattered vision slowly refocused.

"Junior Brother Yang Xuan, you are here."

Zheng!
As if angered by this name, the sword light continued without stopping, leaving a long and narrow flame that headed straight for Zhang Qingli's head.

At this moment, a huge divine thought of the third order suddenly appeared, like a huge net spread out, trapping the flying sword in mid-air.

"Now that you have changed your sect, you really shouldn't use the name 'Yang Xuan' anymore."

Zhang Qingli ignored the trembling and buzzing flying sword in front of him and looked straight at Chen Qisheng.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I am waiting here on the orders of Grand Heavenly Master Chongcheng, and I will pass on some words to you."

Zhang Qingli bowed his head and said, "First, the Heavenly Master Zhang Ximao stopped us at the foot of the mountain, but it was not instructed by the Heavenly Master's Mansion."

"Second sentence, when the world was divided into two factions, Longhu Mountain was also pushed to the front by the new forces as a scapegoat. If it were not impossible, Longhu Mountain would not be willing to be an enemy of Wudang."

"The last sentence is that I let you go up the mountain today because it is Zhang Chongyuan's destiny, and it is also for the Tianshi Mansion to end the karma of this life with you and eliminate the hatred. If Taoist Chen is willing to let go of the old things, the Tianshi Mansion is willing to help Taoist friends develop the Wudang heritage, restart the old Taoist order, and save the Taoist sect from decline."

Zheng!
As soon as Zhang Qingli finished speaking, the flying sword above his head suddenly broke free from its restraints, fell just millimeters in front of his nose, and pierced straight into the ground.

Chen Qisheng walked over indifferently, stretched out his hand to draw his sword, and stopped when he was side by side with Zhang Qingli.

"You should be thankful that you are still useful and that there are still people willing to protect you."

Zhang Qingli's lips moved slightly: "Fellow Daoist Chen, survival of the fittest, this is the will of heaven and also the law of Taoism." "You, the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain, are really rotten."

Chen Qisheng made a contemptuous sarcastic remark and passed Zhang Qingli by.

He raised his arm and drew his sword, cutting open the two tightly closed doors of the Tizhu Office.

boom!
The palace door collapsed, and the cold wind from the mountain top howled in.

Inside the dim Taoist temple, a figure was sitting cross-legged on a cushion on a high platform, with a thumb-thick chain-like Taoist magic weapon wrapped around his body.

"Who's in the audience?!"

The solemn voice echoed in the Taoist temple.

Chen Qisheng stepped over the threshold and stared at Zhang Chongyuan, who had disheveled hair, sitting on the podium.

The Great Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, who was once second only to the emperor and above everyone else, has now become a prisoner.

Even their own lives became bargaining chips between the sect and outsiders.

"You are the Dragon and Tiger traitor named Chen Qisheng, right?"

Although he is imprisoned, the domineering arrogance between Zhang Chongyuan's brows remains.

"That's right. If they let Li Jun go up the mountain, they won't have the face to continue calling me the master in front of hundreds of millions of Taoist disciples. Only if I die at the hands of you, a former disciple of Longhu Mountain, can they barely keep some ridiculous dignity."

The person who persecuted his master and forced him to betray the sect was right in front of him, but Chen Qisheng was unusually calm at the moment.

Buzz.
The demon-slaying curse appeared with two arms, and fine ashes floated out, lifted up by divine thoughts, floating

"Zhang Chongyuan, why did you order the frame-up of my master?"

Of course Chen Qisheng himself didn't need these answers, but he felt that his master did.

"Your master?" Zhang Chongyuan asked back with a frown.

Chen Qisheng's eyes gradually turned colder, and the long sword in his hand trembled continuously. He spoke word by word: "Sun Luyou."

"Who is Sun Luyou?"

Zheng!
A sword light whistled out and cut off the left arm of the person on the stage.

"Wudang Qi? It seems that you have already got what Zhao Yanlong has. You have some luck and opportunity. You can barely be considered a decent person."

Zhang Chongyuan ignored the broken arm that fell to the side and looked down on Chen Qisheng.

"But what is so special about Sun Luyou? If not, why should I remember him, and why should I have any reason to kill him?"

puff
The sword flashed again, and another broken arm fell to the ground.

"So does it matter whether he is guilty or not? It doesn't matter at all."

Zhang Chongyuan said proudly: "Chen Qisheng, you can kill me today and become famous in the imperial Dao order from now on. It is your chance and blessing! But you must remember that I did not lose to you, a modulated Dao child born from the basic plate, but to 'Zhang Tianshi', lost to him, Zhang Chonglian!"

A dissatisfied snort sounded in the void.

"Zhang Chongcheng, you are just a cowardly bandit. If you have taken advantage of me, then find a safe place to hide. What qualifications do you have to speak in front of me?"

Zila
The chains around his body suddenly exploded into golden arcs of electricity, submerging Zhang Chongyuan's figure.

The facial features turned to ashes in an instant, and the skeleton head with a cold glow was exposed, with a pair of eyes filled with overwhelming hatred.

"Zhang Chonglian, why can you hold the seat of the 'First Class Celestial Immortal', and why should I be inferior to you and be blocked from the threshold of the Second Class for the rest of my life?"

The roar simulated by divine thoughts swept through the Taoist temple.

"Because you are his first disciple? Or because you are his son? Your last name is Zhang, and mine is Zhang too. We are of the same blood. If you can take the position of 'Zhang Tianshi', I can do the same, and I can do better than you!"

"Open your eyes and take a good look at how much Longhu Mountain has declined in your hands. The glory of Longhu Mountain, which once shone throughout Jiangxi Province, is now reduced to a small Guangxin Prefecture. Gezhao Mountain, which was not even qualified to lead the stirrups for us in the past, now dares to bar its teeth and provoke us repeatedly."

"The followers are leaving, the Tao is in short supply, the stars are being robbed, and the techniques are stagnant. Where is the current Longhu Mountain that still has the charm of a Taoist ancestral temple? Yet you still want to hide in this mountain, in that Longhu Cave Heaven, ignoring the sect and coveting the unity of the Tao. How can you continue to bear the name of 'Zhang Tianshi'?"

"presumptuous!"

The more intense lightning burned Zhang Chongyuan's body red and was about to melt.

"Insolent? Hahahaha, I still have the courage to be insolent. Do you still have the courage?"

Zhang Chongyuan, who had lost both arms, shook his body and slowly stood up from the mat.

"You haven't been able to complete the 'harmony of the Dao' for a full sixty years. Zhang Chonglian, you are hopelessly stupid. Since you don't have the ability, you should hand over your seat in the Immortal Class and let someone with the ability to revitalize the Dragon and Tiger."

Zhang Chongyuan said jokingly, "Zhang Chongcheng, do you think what I said is right?"

There was no sound, only the raging lightning.

“Hahahaha, you have the will but not the courage, Zhang Chongcheng, you are such a coward. Just be a good dog, and when he becomes a Taoist, maybe he will give you a bone and let you have a taste of what it feels like to become an immortal.”

The molten iron kept dripping onto the platform and flowing along the steps.

Zhang Chongyuan suddenly ducked and fell down, and his legs disappeared.

"Zhang Chonglian, you can't support Longhu Mountain, and you can't hold on to the position of 'A-Character Celestial Immortal'."

Zhang Chongyuan looked up at the dome of the Taoist temple, and the spreading molten iron slowly submerged his eyes.

The angry roars gradually died down, and the great Taoist priest died.

Chen Qisheng, who had been watching all this coldly, turned around and left the Taoist temple. Outside the door, a Taoist priest in hemp clothes had already been waiting there.

Chen Qisheng was not unfamiliar with the other person's face.

Many years ago, at a Luotian Dajiao ceremony to worship the ancestors, he stood at the outermost edge of the crowd and looked at the other person with the most reverent eyes.

Now that they were looking at each other face to face, the only things in Chen Qisheng's mind were the four sarcastic words that Zhang Chongyuan had just used to curse at him.

Wagging tail and chewing bones.

"The culprit is dead and gone. Longhu Mountain and you are done with each other."

Zhang Chongcheng raised his hand and pointed to the mountain and said, "You can go down the mountain now."

Chen Qisheng stared at the calm expression on the other person's face and suddenly grinned.

The next moment, the sword light suddenly rose.

Chen Qisheng stepped on his sword and soared into the sky, heading straight for a hill in the distance that was hidden in the night.

The Taoist temple standing there is the Altar of All Laws that connects to the Dragon and Tiger Cave Heaven.

It is also the place where all the Taoist warriors who inherited the Dragon and Tiger Taoist traditions are reincarnated.

"Chen Qisheng, I advise you to stop now. If you continue to provoke Longhu Mountain, you will not be able to bear the consequences."

Zhang Chongcheng shouted in a low voice before the sword flashed.

"Your acting is really poor. And if no one dies, how can it be called a self-torture trick?"

The true energy was surging and sweeping, and human-shaped mist shadows condensed and emerged, holding swords and flying across the sky.

As the flying sword came into his hand, ripples spread from the tip of the sword and instantly spread throughout Chen Qisheng's body.

Amidst the dense clanging sounds, a set of silver-white armor covered the entire body, and the Taoist magic weapon emitted green and red Taoist symbols, which were branded into the left and right arm armors, extending from Chen Qisheng's wrists to his shoulders.

Zheng!
Ten True Martial Daoist figures raised their swords and pointed them at the sky, with murderous aura rising to the sky.

"If Zhang Chongyuan is reluctant to die, then I, the Taoist priest, will help him."

Chen Qisheng looked at Zhang Chongcheng, whose face was gloomy, and waved his hand lightly.

"As for you, you'd better stay away."

(End of this chapter)