Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 683: Victory by the Way
In Fuliang City, Liang Gongming and Li Jun had a fight.

Although both sides were reserved, Liang Gongming still underestimated Li Jun's brutality and was seriously injured.

In order to prevent Zhang Xiji from getting suspicious, he brought in the elite Qingcheng troops from Longhu Dao Kingdom and the elite Yongle troops from Fuli. All of them are now in "Kunlun" to assist in controlling the center of the celestial orbit star.

Liang Gongming returned to Longhu Mountain alone, indeed in accordance with Zhang Xiji's order.

However, he never expected that Zhang Qingli, who had originally planned to wait until the end of the war before slowly removing him, would actually take the initiative to attack, catching him off guard.

Liang Gongming was suddenly attacked and was in danger for a moment.

The roar of the talismans exploding and the whistling of the magic weapons breaking through the air resounded through the mountains. Countless Taoists who were practicing hard were thrown out of their caves by the loud noise and vibration. They looked in the direction of the Tianshi Mansion in a daze. Unrest and chaos spread rapidly.

In the ruins of a temple that was saturated with magic and razed to the ground.

Liang Gongming knelt on one knee, the divine consciousness in his head was almost dried up, making his face look like gold paper, his Taoist robe was tattered, half of his body was covered with black marks of burnt flames, and the other half was covered with a thin layer of frost.

The continuous fierce fighting in a short period of time seemed to have put Liang Gongming into a desperate situation where he was running out of energy and might die at any time.

However, although the situation was very good, Zhang Qingli was not in a hurry for success. Instead, he ordered his men to continue to use talismans to consume and suppress the enemy remotely. He himself stood far away on the periphery with no intention of getting closer.

It seems that he has made up his mind to slowly devour the former Qingcheng Sect Master to death.

After all, Liang Gongming was already a trapped beast in a cage at this time. All he needed to guard against was the opponent's desperate counterattack when he was on the verge of death.

Liang Gongming was naturally aware of his current situation. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, with a helpless smile on his face.

At the beginning of the attack, he had secretly tried to contact the East Palace, but all the messages fell on deaf ears, and he still hadn't received any response from the other party until now.

Having lost this last bit of support, Liang Gongming felt like a lone boat in the midst of a violent storm. He risked everything and abandoned all the crew members and cargo on board, determined to brave the waves and move forward.

He was about to break through the fog and gain the final freedom and light, but at the last moment, a small reef hit the bottom of the boat. Exhausted, he could only watch the sea water rushing back and swallowing him up inch by inch.

He endured so much humiliation, but it was ruined by a small and insignificant person whom he never took seriously. Even with a strong heart like him, he couldn't help feeling dejected and frustrated at this moment.

And the boundless, intense sleepiness that surrounded him like a tide.

"Zhang Qingli!"

Liang Gongming suddenly let out an angry roar, and he tried to straighten up his broken body. With a powerful aura, he forcibly broke apart the countless talismans and magical instruments that surrounded him.

He stood proudly like a tiger, and as he looked around, his face with rolled up flesh exuded a majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.

"You said that the law of the jungle is the supreme law that Taoists should follow. But that is just a minor doctrine that Taoists like me despise! If you take this minor doctrine as your guiding principle, you are not qualified to be the leader of the Dao!"

"Liang Gongming, you have been in charge of a Taoist sect for so many years, and you are considered a hero in the new Taoist order. I didn't expect that when death is approaching, you are still reluctant to shed this hypocritical skin."

Amidst the crowd, Zhang Qingli crossed his hands in his sleeves, his eyes full of disdain and contempt.

"There is no such thing as a 'cultivator' in this world. Plants eat dew, livestock eat plants, beasts hunt livestock, and humans slaughter all kinds of animals. Even heaven and earth are not kind and will not care about the fights between all things in nature. Why do you pretend to care for so-called fellow Taoists? Do you want to avenge the so-called sect?"

Zhang Qingli shook his head and said softly: "The Tao has never been used for 'cultivation', but for 'pursuit'! Since it is the pursuit of the Tao, of course, thousands of people are fighting for their lives, competing for it, and competing in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood to find the final immortal. Everything else is just a lie to cover up the true heart!"

At this moment, in Liang Gongming's sight, Zhang Qingli's face was covered by a creepy evil aura, and countless ghosts of the dead were wandering around him, and the silent screams were like sharp cones piercing his soul.

"How far can you go on such an evil path?"

"Even if I can only take one step, isn't it a hundred times better than you hypocrites?"

Different road non-phase plan.

Any more words would just be useless nonsense.

Liang Gongming said in a cold voice: "You have swallowed your father and seized the Dao, and you have slaughtered your peers. Zhang Qingli, you are so ambitious. When Zhang Xiji returns to Longhu Mountain, he will never let you go!"

"Compared to the Heavenly Master, I am only a tiny star and a bright moon. Even if I am swallowed by him, it would be my honor. Similarly, if I can invite the Heavenly Master into my body, I will be the number one immortal in this world."

A burst of crimson appeared on Zhang Qingli's fair face, and there was a strange brilliance in his pupils.

He paused, looked him up and down, and sneered, "Liang Gongming, your provocations have no effect on me. Do you feel desperate now?"

"I have no interest in this, nor do I want to bend to a wretch like you just to save my life. Zhang Qingli, Taoism has existed in the world for thousands of years, and there are countless evil demons who misinterpret the meaning of Taoism. You and Zhang Xiji are just one of them."

"But you are destined to be just a flash in the pan. Sooner or later, you will be crushed into dust by the righteousness of the world, and you will never become an immortal."

The hair on Liang Gongming's head exploded, and his spiritual consciousness, which should have completely dried up, surged out again, and the powerful momentum of Dao Xu San raged into the sky.

"Zhang Qingli! Don't you just want my Dao foundation? It's right here, come and get it if you have the guts!"

His divine consciousness was as condensed as a knife, cutting through the clothes and flesh on Liang Gongming's chest, revealing his abdomen which was like a round golden pill, with his Taoist foundation spinning non-stop.

"If you don't even have this much courage, then put away your face of a winner-takes-all, kneel down in front of me and beg for mercy. If I'm in a good mood, maybe I can even give you a bite of meat!"

As the Taoist base spun, the sound of wind and thunder could be heard faintly, but the golden color was gradually fading, and hair-thin cracks appeared on the surface.

Zhang Qingli's gaze was full of greed.

Of course, he knew what Liang Gongming was planning. It was nothing more than using his own foundation as a threat to force him to fight him.

"Liang Gongming, there are still countless devout Taoists from your Qingcheng Mountain living in this Dragon and Tiger Daoist Country."

Zhang Qingli still kept his hands in the sleeves of his Taoist robe. His tone was calm, but it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, striking Liang Gongming's figure left and right.

"If you insist on destroying your own foundation, and would rather die in glory than live in disgrace, I have no way to stop you."

Zhang Qingli said softly, "But later, the Tianshi Mansion will issue a decree. In order to protect the Dragon and Tiger righteousness, Taoist Liang fought with the evil demon Li Jun and was seriously injured and died."

"In order to express gratitude to the Taoist priest for his merits, the Tianshi Mansion has opened the door to the Qingcheng Taoists. No matter whether they are men or women, old or young, all can enter the cave for free to practice. No matter what kind of Taoist dream you have, the Tianshi Mansion will grant it. You will live forever and ever with Taoism."

Every word is like thunder and rolls like rain.

The gleam in Liang Gongming's eyes gradually dimmed as the other party spoke, his wildly flying hair fell on his shoulders in a mess, and his aura suddenly dropped. In a short moment, his upright body became hunched, and his facial features were filled with indescribable withered, as if the outburst just now was just a last gasp, and all the energy in Liang Gongming's body was finally completely exhausted.

For eternity, trapped in a dream of death.

He became a prisoner of a Taoist dream no different from the Huangliang ghost, until his soul was sucked out and transformed into a certain Taoist magic, and his soul was completely shattered in the smelly blood.

In a trance, Liang Gongming seemed to see the howling of the wronged souls around Zhang Qingli turned into waves of sad wails and cries, and they bowed to him repeatedly, begging him to give up resistance.

If it were in the past, Liang Gongming would not have wavered for a moment.

To imprison such a large number of Taoist believers in a cave is a major event that is enough to shake the stability of the Taoist orthodoxy. If one is not careful, the Taoist faith may become impure and endanger Zhang Xiji's vital position.

Even Zhang Xiji would not act rashly, let alone Zhang Qingli.

But even though he saw through the other party's bluffing, Liang Gongming could no longer muster the slightest bit of energy. He only felt endless fatigue and boredom.

In the past, there were endless intrigues and petty schemes in the "Four Mountains and One Palace". However, between the old and the new, some old people were willing to seal themselves up and become the foundation of the sect, and some new people were willing to fight for the honor of the sect.

Those who are qualified practice Taoism to seek the fruits of Taoism, while mediocre people follow Taoism to find peace of mind.

The strong protect the weak, the weak respect the strong, flowers bloom, fire boils, and everything is thriving.

But they were completely defeated by such a selfish and thief like Zhang Xiji, and were reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Since the way of heaven is so unfair, why should I continue to struggle in vain?
"New school of Taoism. Hahahaha."

Liang Gongming's head, which was as shriveled as a skull, shook slightly, and his laughter was filled with endless self-mockery.

The laughter faded and he slowly closed his eyes.

The talismans floating in the air in all directions seemed to have lost their target, and the red light on their bodies flickered like breathing.

In the sea of ​​red light that appeared and disappeared from time to time, a golden elixir that had stopped rotating was floating. It was swept out of the home where it had lived for many years and drifted away.

I can't bear to let go, but I can't do anything about it.

Zhang Qingli finally pulled his hands out from his sleeves, raised his hands to grab the flying Daoji, and swallowed it into his stomach without hesitation.

"With this foundation, plus my father's legacy, I will be promoted to the third rank in a blink of an eye."

Zhang Qingli thought to himself. At this moment, he could clearly feel that two foreign golden pills were spinning and colliding in his stomach.

As for his own Dao Foundation of Sequence Four, it had already turned into ashes in the fight between the two powers, covering the entire battlefield in the belly. As the battle between the two Dao Foundation of Sequence Three became more intense, it gradually shrank inwards.

The three seemed to be merging into one, condensing into a brand new Dao Foundation Pill belonging to Zhang Qingli.

Under the mainstream of the new Taoist order of using Huangliang Cave as the Taoist temple and practicing in dreams, Zhang Qingli was able to create such an evil method of "driving away wolves and swallowing tigers to enrich himself", saving himself thousands of years of hard practice in dreams.

Zhang Chongyuan spent decades trying to secretly learn Zhang Xiji's "Huangliang Hedao", but Zhang Qingli created a new path of his own on this basis. He can be said to be a genius.

As his own spiritual thoughts continued to condense and improve, Zhang Qingli's ears were filled with the joyful laughter of genes and the vibration sound of the copper lock that symbolized "breaking the order".

Just as he was about to push open the door that shackled his genes, Zhang Qingli suddenly looked up at the distant sky.

A silver-white sword light is approaching rapidly!
"Old-school Dao San, Chen Qisheng!"

Even though they were far away, Zhang Qingli could still clearly sense the extremely strong murderous intent.

It was as if the destined enemies had finally met, and he couldn't help but clench his hands to make it happen. But Zhang Qingli didn't feel the slightest bit of fear in his heart, instead his body was shaking with excitement.

click
The sound of the copper lock breaking was like a thunder that passed through his heart. Zhang Qingli flew up, carrying countless talismans and magic weapons, and rushed towards the sword light that was falling like a meteor!

A brazen collision!

boom!
boom!
Summer thunders roared, and heavy rains continuously pounded the tiled roofs. The crouching beasts seemed unable to bear the endless raindrops, and they lowered their heads with sad faces.

Under the eaves, an old man with white hair and beard sat in a chair, one hand supporting his chin, drowsy. His increasingly thin and withered figure looked like he was just a black Confucian robe draped over the chair from a distance.

I can only see his clothes, but not the person.

"teacher"

A gentle call came from under the eaves.

The old man slowly raised his heavy eyelids, and there was still some confusion in his cloudy eyes, as if he had just woken up from a dream. After his eyes wandered for a while, he finally saw the person standing in front of him.

"It's Jinxun who's here."

"It's me, teacher."

Liu Jinxun responded, then bent down and covered Zhang Fengyue's legs with the cloak he had prepared.

Zhang Fengyue said with a smile: "People are useless when they get old. In the past, I always felt that everything I heard was full of the mysterious principles of the operation of the world. Now, I just feel that they are just whispers that make me sleepy, and I fall asleep easily."

Liu Jinxun whispered, "It's not that you're old, it's just that you've already seen through the truth here, so of course you just find it boring."

"Ha ha ha ha.."

Zhang Fengyue couldn't help but laugh heartily when he heard this. "Among all my students, you are the best at talking. If those two bastards Pei Xingjian and Li Bufeng were half as sensible and considerate as you, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

"You said I was sensible and considerate, but I made a big mistake that neither of them made."

Liu Jinxun didn't show any joy on his face. Instead, he said sadly, "As your student, my position is wavering."

"It's all in the past, don't mention it anymore."

Zhang Fengyue raised his hand to interrupt the other person: "Jinxun, when you were young, you walked so smoothly and steadily that even I could hardly find any faults. I am happy that you can be willful when you are old. After all, no one is perfect. If someone pursues to be a perfect person, then he is not a human being."

(End of this chapter)