Chapter 579 Going up the Mountain to Kill People (Part 2)

Guangxin Mansion, Guixi City.

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

The city is filled with projections of page after page of Taoist classics, with seal, regular script, and Xing fonts intertwining into a sea of ​​cyan.

Next to the fiery trees and silver flowers are the believers who bow their heads to realize Taoism, the lay people sitting cross-legged and practicing under the fish, dragon and mythical beasts, the door gods guarding the doors of mortals with their swords, and the spiritual officials holding the precepts stand solemnly in the strong incense.

The cave connected to the monastery hides thousands of magnificent dreams, and the ringing bells of Taoist temples soothe millions of Taoist hearts.

In such a splendid and grand city of enlightenment, a huge mountain stands in the center, reaching into the sky, and the mountains and plains are filled with magnificent Taoist palaces with bright lights.

A staircase to the sky winds along the mountain, and two dragon-tiger sedan ladders that can accommodate a thousand people go back and forth day and night to bring in people who have become immortals.

In front of the mountain gate, there stands a ten-foot-high archway. Sharp sword-shaped decorations are intertwined on the pillars, and the flying eaves are in the shape of dragons, tigers and beasts.

A huge carved talisman and seal were suspended in the air, replaying the thousand-year history of this Taoist ancestral court.

Boom!

The thunder roared and the wind and rain were like darkness.

A sword light roared into the city, tearing apart the fiery trees and silver flowers, piercing through the fish, dragon and mythical beasts. The strong wind blew over the cross-legged enlightenment believers all over the street, and the sharp spiritual thoughts cut off all the consciousness connected to the dream.

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

Pairs of frightened eyes followed the movement of the sword, and turned towards the Dragon Tiger Mountain Gate, which was majestic and inviolable in their hearts.

Zheng!

Sparks suddenly exploded before the sword's edge, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking the front.

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

click

Under the sword tip, dense cracks spread rapidly, and bursts of crisp sounds could be heard.

The next moment, the magic barrier shattered, and the silent screams spread out, exploding in the minds of countless believers, and the intense pain instantly swallowed up their consciousness.

In the scattered light and shadow, the carved talisman and seal describing Longhu's past glory exploded into pieces in the impact.

Under the archway, a Taoist with white beard and hair suddenly appeared, his hands still holding the seal. He stared at the floating silver flying sword with cold eyes.

The sword fell down and hovered five feet above the ground.

The cold light emitted illuminated a face with a resolute expression.

"The evil demon who wants to attack the mountain gate must first pass through me, Zhang Ximao!"

The old Taoist raised his white eyebrows and shouted sternly.

"The other juniors in Longhu Mountain, Xizi generation, don't even have the courage to do so? Are they asking you to stand in front?"

Chen Qisheng stepped forward, and the wind and rain blocking the road along the way retreated to both sides like being split by a sharp sword.

"The spirit of the old Taoist has not been extinguished. I should kill foreign enemies and protect myself from the wind and rain for future generations."

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

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

When Chen Qisheng heard this, he couldn't help but frowned and stopped. The flying sword that was trembling behind his head became quieter, and his murderous aura became lighter.

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

"wishful thinking."

Zhang Ximao sneered at Chen Qisheng's words and said coldly: "Chen Qisheng, you were once a member of the Dragon and Tiger Clan, why did you help the tyrants and betray the master? Now that you have returned from your lost ways, you still have the chance to redeem your sins. Chance."

"I say it one last time, get out of the way."

Chen Qisheng slowly raised his arm, and a wave of energy different from that of his divine thoughts arose.

A faint mist escaped from his body and condensed into a human-shaped fog shadow out of thin air.

Wuying's facial features are blurred, making it hard to see clearly.

But the white Taoist robe is very clear, even the details are clearly visible, and the two words "Jianmo" and "Zhenwu" tattooed on the left and right sleeves are extremely clear.

"Zhenqi. Wudang?!"

Zhang Ximao looked shocked, and then his whole body exuded murderous aura and awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

"It turns out to be a remnant of Wudang. Chen Qisheng, you will definitely die today!"

The Taoist laughed angrily, and the Taoist crown on his head was blown away by the outpouring spiritual thoughts. His white hair swayed in the wind and rain, and with the ability to release magic without objects, dozens of five elements magic spells were formed in an instant.

A floating dust-like Taoist magic weapon is hidden in the brilliance of the magic, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Chen Qisheng spread his fingers and the silver-white sword fell into his palm.

Wuying followed closely, holding a sword made of condensed true energy.

Facing the swarming sea of ​​spells, Chen Qisheng and Wuying raised their swords to strike down at the same time.

Two powerful sword energy connected back and forth, cutting waves and breaking through the sea with great momentum.

click

The Fuchen Taoist weapon, which had appeared in embarrassment, exploded into fragments all over the sky under the impact of the sword energy before it had time to unfold its magic.

The backlash of his spiritual thoughts made Zhang Ximao's eyes roll down with two traces of pale tears. He looked like a madman, holding on to the severe pain of Daoji's spasm, holding the seal and chanting the incantation, commanding the stars in the sky.

boom.

The lightning struck and was chopped into pieces by the mist figure flying into the air with a sword.

Before the shocked Old Dao Longhu could recover, a figure had already passed by out of the corner of his eye.

"stop."

Zhang Ximao shouted in a deep voice, but a cracking sound suddenly came from his body. The Taoist's ferocious expression suddenly suffocated, and his eyes fell on his abdomen in astonishment.

The cold wind passed through this hole that was transparent from the front to the back, and there were still traces of the existence of the half-divided path gold elixir.

Zhang Ximao's body was like a cracked porcelain, with horrifying cracks spreading on the skin and mechanical bones at the same time, and pieces peeling off under the beating of raindrops.

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Without any extra words, Zhang Ximao pulled the corner of his broken mouth, revealing a trace of helplessness. The loneliness in his eyes only existed for a short moment, and then was replaced by a hatred that seemed to be real.

"Dao blesses dragons and tigers, and the ancestral temple will last forever! Wudang will never be able to turn over!"

Boom!

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

Chen Qisheng stepped on the sword and soared into the sky, heading straight for the magnificent Taoist palace at the highest point of the mountain!

In front of the Tianshi Mansion, Zhang Qingli, who was waiting here, looked at the night of the distant mountains, his eyes were empty and dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Until the sharp sword light fell into his eyes, his scattered eyes slowly gathered again.

"Junior Brother Yang Xuan, you are here."

Zheng!

As if angered by this title, the sword light did not stop, pulling out a narrow flame, heading straight for Zhang Qingli's head.

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

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

Zhang Qingli ignored the trembling and buzzing flying sword in front of him, and looked directly at Chen Qisheng with a calm look.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I am waiting here on the orders of the great Heavenly Master Chongcheng, and I will tell you something."

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

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

"The last sentence, today I let you go up the mountain, it is Zhang Chongyuan's fate to have this disaster, and it is also the Heavenly Master's Mansion and you to end the cause and effect of this life and eliminate the hatred. If fellow Daoist Chen is willing to let go of the old things, the Heavenly Master's Mansion is willing to help you develop the Wudang heritage, restart the old Taoist order, and save the decline of Taoism."

Zheng!

As soon as Zhang Qingli finished speaking, the flying sword above his head suddenly broke free from its restraints, fell from a millimeter in front of his nose, and plunged straight into the ground.

Chen Qisheng walked over indifferently, reached out and drew out his long sword, and stopped when he was shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Qingli.

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

Zhang Qingli's lips moved slightly: "Daoyou Chen, survival of the fittest, this is God's will and the law of Taoism."

"You Longhushan Zhang family are really rotten."

Chen Qisheng left a contemptuous sarcasm and passed by Zhang Qingli.

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

Boom!

The door of the hall collapsed, and the cold wind from the top of the mountain whistled in.

In the dim Taoist temple, a figure sat cross-legged on a cushion on a high platform, with a circle of thumb-thick chain-like Taoist artifacts wrapped around his body.

"Who is under the stage?!"

The solemn voice echoed in the Taoist temple.

Chen Qisheng raised his foot over the threshold and stared at Zhang Chongyuan, who was hanging his hair on the high platform.

The great Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, who was once second only to one person and above ten thousand people, has now become a prisoner.

Even his own life has become a bargaining chip for the sect to negotiate with outsiders.

"You are the Longhu traitor named Chen Qisheng, right?"

Although he was imprisoned, the arrogant arrogance between Zhang Chongyuan's eyebrows remained.

"That's right. If Li Jun is allowed to go up the mountain, they will not have the face to continue to call me the master and ancestor in front of hundreds of millions of Taoist disciples. Only by letting this Taoist Lord die in the hands of you, a former disciple of Longhu Mountain, can they barely keep a ridiculous face."

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

Om.

The demon-slaying and evil-killing curse appeared on his arms, and fine ashes drifted out, lifted by the divine mind and floated

"Zhang Chongyuan, why did you order to frame my master?"

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

"Your master?" Zhang Chongyuan frowned and asked back.

The cold light in Chen Qisheng's eyes gradually grew stronger, and the long sword in his hand trembled continuously, and he said 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 Zhenqi? It seems that you have already got what Zhao Yanlong has. You have some luck and opportunity, and you can barely be considered a decent person."

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

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

Puff

The sword light rose again, and another broken arm fell to the ground.

"So is it important whether he is guilty or not? It's not important at all."

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

In the void, a dissatisfied cold snort sounded.

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

Sizzle

The chains around him suddenly exploded with golden arcs, drowning Zhang Chongyuan's figure.

The facial features turned into ashes in an instant, and the skeleton head with a cold light was exposed, and the eyes were full of hatred.

"Zhang Chonglian, why can you hold the seat of 'Jia Zi Tianxian', why should I be inferior to you and be blocked from the threshold of the second order for my whole life?"

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

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

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

"The believers are lost and dissipated, the Tao seeds are in short supply, the stars of the sky track are repeatedly robbed, and the technical methods are stagnant. Where is the current Longhu Mountain, where is the style of the Taoist ancestral temple? But you still want to hide on this mountain, hiding in that Longhu Cave Heaven, ignoring the sect, greedy for the unity of the Tao, how can you continue to bear the name of 'Zhang Tianshi'?"

"How dare you!"

The more blazing lightning burned Zhang Chongyuan's Taoist body red, and it was about to melt.

"Insolent? Hahahaha, I still have the courage to be insolent, do you still have it?"

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

"You can't complete the 'harmony of the Tao' for a whole sixty years, Zhang Chonglian, you are simply hopelessly stupid. Since you don't have this ability, you should hand over your seat in the immortal class and let capable people revitalize the dragon and tiger."

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

There was a silent response, only the lightning was raging.

"Hahahaha, you have the will but no courage, Zhang Chongcheng, you are such a coward. Just be your dog, and after he achieves the harmony of the Tao, maybe he will reward you with a bone, so that you can taste the taste of becoming an immortal and an ancestor."

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

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

"Zhang Chonglian, you can't support Longhu Mountain, and you can't hold the position of 'Jia Zi Tianxian'."

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

The angry roar gradually disappeared, and the great Taoist master died.

Chen Qisheng, who watched all this coldly, turned and left the Taoist temple. Outside the door, a Taoist in hemp clothes had been waiting here.

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

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

Now facing each other, Chen Qisheng's mind only had the four words that Zhang Chongyuan ridiculed and cursed just now.

Wag his tail and chew his bones.

"The culprit is dead and gone, and 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 looked at the calm expression on the other party's face and suddenly grinned.

The next moment, the sword light suddenly appeared.

Chen Qisheng stepped on the sword and rushed to a mountain hidden in the night in the distance.

The Taoist temple standing there was the Wanfa Zongtan that connected to the Dragon and Tiger Cave Heaven.

It was also the place where all the Taoists who inherited the Dragon and Tiger Taoist books were reincarnated.

"Chen Qisheng, I advise you to stop at the right time. If you continue to provoke Longhu Mountain, you can't afford the consequences."

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

"Your acting skills are really poor. And if no one dies, what kind of self-torture is it?"

The true energy was surging and sweeping, and a series of human-shaped mist shadows condensed out, holding swords across the sky.

The flying sword was in hand, and ripples rose from the tip of the sword, and instantly spread throughout Chen Qisheng's body.

Amid the dense clanging sound, a full body of silver-white armor covered the whole body, and the Taoist ancestor's magic weapon emitted blue and red Taoist texts, which were branded into the left and right arm armors, extending from Chen Qisheng's wrists to his shoulders.

Clang!

Ten True Martial Daoist bodies raised their swords and pointed them at the sky, murderous aura rising to the sky.

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

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

"As for you, you'd better get out of the way."