Cyber Daming

The prosperity was dispersed by the night rain, and the sound of the rain was covered up by the shouts of death.

Armor and white robes swayed, fist wind and sword light collided.

Screams, howls, roars, and collisions sounded simultaneously in the heavy rain.

In the chaotic streets, a Wudang Taoist man dashed into the enemy group with great courage and single-handedly fought against the four golden-armored heavenly soldiers who were surrounding him.

But in just a short moment, the slippery ground was covered with broken armor pieces, and his white clothes were also stained with blood. But even in such a tragic situation where the punches were to the flesh and the swords were bleeding, the battle was still silent, with only the cracking sound of the blade tearing flesh and the muffled sound of the corpse falling to the ground.

The three heavenly soldiers transformed by Zhang Qingyu's authority were blasted to pieces one after another. But before Wudang Daoxu, who was covered in wounds, could take a breath, the corpses lying on the ground were carried by a more burly and majestic heavenly general. He kicked his feet away and struck at the head with a round long knife in his hand.

At the critical moment, I saw this Wudang Taoist nudge with his toes, take a long sword into his hand, attack instead of defend, and slash with the sword.

There was a sonorous and crisp sound, and the turbulent wind tore through the continuous rain curtain.

Unable to bear the strength, Wudang Daoxu retreated in panic, the sword in his hand was chopped off, his chest heaved violently like a bellows, and the blood gushing from the wound covered his robe with a layer of dazzling scarlet.

"Longhu Mountain"

Wudang Daoxu, who was in a desperate situation, let out a hoarse roar without any fear in his eyes. He stepped forward resolutely, letting the general's long knife pierce his heart, and stabbed the opponent's jaw fiercely with his right hand that pointed like a knife. In the gaps in the lower armor.

While the Golden Armored Heavenly General's entire brain was turned to pieces, his heart also became a hole that was transparent from front to back.

Plop.

The general's body fell into the muddy water and scattered into a hazy golden light.

"It's all rubbish."

Wudang Daoxu, whose white robe had turned into bloody clothes, stood on the spot, and a contemptuous laugh came from his drooping head.

Suddenly, fire that could not be extinguished even by rain ignited from his feet, and in a blink of an eye, his entire body was set on fire, turning into ashes and scattering.

At this moment, scenes like this can be seen everywhere on the long street.

The light spots of the gods' disintegration and the ashes of the Taoist's death flew together in the wind, distinct from each other, and flew towards the fortune-telling booth.

"Although this is the cave you built, you have not entered the Baiyujing Immortal Class, and you will never understand how important the word 'Earth Immortal' is in Huang Liang's dream."

In front of the stall, the two looked at each other.

Zhang Qingyu smiled slightly: "Zhao Yanlong, you are just humiliating yourself by using your mantis as a chariot. It's still too late for you to give up resistance now."

The corners of Zhao Yanlong's mouth tightened, and the peripheral vision of his eyes swept across the Wudang Mountain souls that were burned to ashes one after another in the distance, and his face became colder and more ugly.

"I did not participate in the battle that encircled and suppressed Wudang, and my hands have never been stained with the blood of your Wudang Taoist order, so there is no blood feud between you and me that requires life and death. On the contrary, if you are willing, Cooperate with me, and after the matter is completed, I can send you a batch of clean instructions privately, so that your fellow disciples can seize their bodies and return to the living world."

"Zhang Qingyu, please stop talking about this nonsense."

Zhao Yanlong said contemptuously: "Seizing someone's body is a dirty thing that only you new-school monks would do. We, the Wudang Taoists, never disdain to do it."

"Didn't you sneak into Longhu Mountain under a new disguise by seizing bodies? In the face of survival, there is nothing you can't do. And the reason why you did not use the method of seizing bodies to resurrect these Wudang ghosts is just because of seizing bodies. It will make them lose their proud identity as old-school monks, am I right?”

Zhang Qingyu directly revealed the truth without saving any face.

"But your worries now have a solution."

Zhang Qingyu stared firmly into Zhao Yanlong's eyes and said: "You know very well that Chen Qisheng is just a failed experiment in Longhu Mountain. Even he was able to be promoted to the four-person Immortal Master of the old school by accident. It is enough to show that there is still a glimmer of hope for your old-school monks in the genes of Dao Xu. Likewise, these Wudang ghosts still have hope of regaining their old-school identity after being reincarnated. "

"The reason why you were willing to risk being exposed to help Chen Qisheng was because you wanted to form a good relationship with him and find a way to resurrect your brothers and sisters from him?"

Zhang Qingyu smiled and said: "With my help, you have a greater chance of success."

Zhao Yanlong remained silent, but the complicated expression on his face completely exposed his wavering mood.

"Junior Brother Zhao, I don't mean to look down upon you at all, but with your current strength and authority, how big can the area of ​​​​this cave you build be? How many years can it last? How much is the consumption of authority? You should know this very well.”

"You are now the Taoist order of Longhu Mountain. Without my help, it is impossible to get too much authority from the Tianshi Mansion. At best, you are just a low-level earthly immortal who is the chief official of the Nine Departments. You cannot sustain it for long. Since you designed to frame Zhang Qinglu From this, it can be seen that you are not willing to be a living tomb for the rest of your life. Even if you are willing, do you want to watch these brothers and sisters repeat their short lives over and over again, and live like a ghost?"

Zhang Qingyu Dongruo Guanhuo saw the change in Zhao Yanlong's expression in his eyes. Secretly, he quietly slowed down the siege of the golden-armored heavenly soldiers and tried to persuade them while the iron was hot.

"So what about humans, so what about ghosts?"

Zhao Yanlong's voice was low: "I"

"Well said! So what if you are new, and what if you are old? They are all reaching the same destination by different paths, but they are all for the purpose of seeking immortality. In this case, Junior Brother Zhao, why do you have to be so obsessed with the hatred of the past?"

Zhang Qingyu interrupted the other party's words and said seriously: "Wudang Quanzhen and Longhu Zhengyi were the two ancestral families of the Taoist sect. For thousands of years, the dispute over the authenticity of the first sect of Taoism has not stopped. Before the sequence was revealed, , the two families hated each other because of their different ideas. You, Wudang Quanzhen, denounced the rules of the Zhengyi sect that do not prohibit drinking, abstaining from meat, and prohibiting marriage as "disorderly Taoism." Only by getting rid of desires, knowing the mind and nature, and making the mind pure can we return to our original nature.”

"But after Emperor Yizong set the sequence, are the differences in these concepts still important? It's not important at all, because what really determines the direction of cultivation is genes! Looking back now, the thousand-year battle is just the human heart at work."

Zhang Qingyu continued: "After the Huangliang Dreamland was established, the new sect of monks sacrificed their bodies to obtain souls, and used the reincarnation of dreams to temper their souls and bodies, and they practiced a thousand miles. The old sect chose to practice both soul and body. Although the speed of cultivation was slow, their strength was far superior to that of the new sect of the same level, and even To be able to compete with Wu Xu, the two paths of Dao Sect have their own merits, and the blooming of a hundred flowers is a sign of a prosperous sequence. "

"But do you know that back then, among the old school Dao Xu, there were people who were secretly researching and developing how to plunder and devour the new school's spiritual thoughts? They even colluded with Yin Yang Xu, who was incompatible with Dao Xu, and used Huang Liang's authority in exchange for the other party's assistance? "

Zhao Yanlong said angrily: "Isn't it that your new sect covets the old sect's Daoji and wants to use this to make up for your own shortcomings of obsessiveness?"

"One slap can't make a difference."

Zhang Qingyu said in a solemn tone: "So I want to tell you that these sect grievances that you can't let go of are just a struggle for interests. Just like a thousand years ago, it was also caused by people's hearts. This is the truth about the civil strife in the sect back then. ! Can you say who is right and who is wrong in this? No, because this is a matter of 'if you don't kill me, I will kill you'. There is no way to talk about right and wrong. There are only losses and wins. and defeat.”

"This is a heartless and unjust thing, so why do you have to be a compassionate and righteous person?"

The deafening sound echoed on the long street.

At the same time, the fighting situation around them, which had only eased slightly, suddenly became intense again.

Countless black ashes filled the air, blocking the moonlight above their heads, but could not block the light of the sword in front of their fellow disciples.

These Wudang Taoist order were all uploaded into the cave when they were about to die. After decades, their souls and bodies were no longer as strong as they were before, and they were unable to kill all the heavenly soldiers and generals in front of them.

In Huangliang's dream, authority is the most fundamental and most powerful weapon.

As a high-ranking Earth Immortal in Bai Yujing, Zhang Qingyu's authority is simply not comparable to that of Zhao Yanlong.

Zhao Yanlong has been able to hold on until now, except for the other party's deliberate betrayal. He only relies on Dongtian's slight home field advantage and Wudang Yingling's bravery and fearlessness.

The screams of life-for-life, the curses full of hatred, and Zhang Qingyu's twitching and bone-breaking questions made Zhao Yanlong feel the blood in his body rolling like a pump, and waves of heat hitting his mind, making his whole body tremble.

"I can take another step back and let Chen Qisheng go. In this way, even if you don't believe that I will help you, you can still find the answer from him yourself. As for Li Jun, he is just an outsider, and he has a real blood feud with you Wudang It is reasonable for you to betray him as an enemy.”

Zhang Qingyu said in a sincere tone: "Junior Brother Zhao, think about yourself. Back then, Wudang treated you as living tombs to contain the souls of these fellow sects. They just kidnapped you with the righteousness of the sect, saying that it was to leave a glimmer of hope, but It actually ruined your life, do you think it’s worth it? Haven’t you had enough of this?”

"I"

Zhao Yanlong hesitated to speak, his face was dejected, and his eyes were full of struggle and hesitation.

"Hate and hatred, new and old, are all passing by. Only living is the true meaning of Taoism. If you cooperate with me, you can live, and so can you senior brothers. Believe me, they will not blame you, but will only be grateful for what you have given them. Give them a chance to live a new life.”

Zhang Qingyu kept persuading, but secretly mobilized his authority to continue to invade this cave in the form of heavenly soldiers and generals, killing the few remaining Wudang heroes.

On the one hand, it is killing people, on the other hand, it is heartbreaking.

The two-pronged approach continued to disintegrate Zhao Yanlong's mind.

Just when the Superintendent of the Xuantan Hall of the Tianshi Mansion thought everything was under control, a bell suddenly penetrated the night and came from a distant place.

Boom.

At first, the sound of the bell was as gentle as the breeze knocking against the window, then it was like a heavy rain breaking the tiles, and finally it was like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the ancient city.

"Ha ha ha ha."

There was loud laughter nearby, Zhao Yanlong's expression suddenly changed, and he turned around to look.

The wave of gods in golden armor occupies most of the long street. The red dot in the center is a Wudang hero who fought to the end.

The flames symbolizing the burning out of their souls wrapped around their bodies, burning out their bravery and hearty laughter without fear of life and death, and once again pounced on the expressionless heavenly soldiers and generals around them.

"Wudang disciple Yan Yun, today I will kill the dragon and tiger bandits again, it's so refreshing!"

"Yan Qian, a disciple of Wudang, only worshiped Zhenwu when he was alive, and he will only worship Zhenwu after death!"

"Go to hell with your mother's new cultivator! I am incompatible with you!"

In the blazing fire, the figures scattered into flying ashes, leaving only the word "Zhenwu" tattooed on the robe that was not burned, floating in the air in the wind, shining brightly.

Zhao Yanlong's complexion turned pale and his eyes were red under the brilliance, but his originally frowning brows gradually relaxed.

"A bunch of lonely ghosts are ruining my life."

Zhang Qingyu cursed secretly, and with a thought in his heart, the swords and guns in the hands of the heavenly soldiers and generals suddenly glowed coldly, smashing all these annoying glowing small words into pieces.

"Junior Brother Zhao, don't let this happen"

Before Zhang Qingyu finished speaking, the strong wind that was about to make a noise was suppressed in his mouth.

His figure slid backwards along with the bench under his buttocks, making way for a heavy punch that went straight to his face.

"act recklessly!"

After spending so much time talking, just when he was about to succeed, his previous efforts were wasted by a few lonely wild ghosts. No matter how deep Zhang Qingyu's palace was, he couldn't help but become furious at this moment, with venom rising in his eyes.

"A disciple of Wudang, an unworthy disciple Yan Long"

Zhao Yanlong stood up tall, his back straight, and the dejection and struggle just now were gone from his face.

"I heard so much nonsense from this bastard from Longhu Mountain just now. It's my fault, junior brother. Please don't be angry, senior brothers. You take the first step. Junior brother, I will come soon!"

Amidst the loud laughter, the scattered ashes gathered from all sides, like a curtain rising to the sky, covering the sky and the moon.

The golden-armored gods who suddenly lost their enemies all raised their heads, but their movements were the same as Zhang Qingyu's, looking at the sky above them as dark as the sea.

Wow.

The sound of waves surging came from nowhere.

"Zhao Yanlong, what do you want to do?!"

Zhang Qingyu's expression suddenly changed and he shouted sharply, his voice full of panic.

"There is only a thin line between humans and ghosts. Those who have sustenance are humans, but those who have no sustenance are ghosts. Although Wudang has disappeared in this world, Zhenwu is always in my heart, so we are not lonely ghosts."

Zhao Yanlong turned to stare at the opponent and sneered: "Losing and winning, winning and losing? Zhang Qingyu, let me tell you, I, Wudang, have not lost yet, and I, Zhao Yanlong, have not yet been defeated!"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, countless golden-armored gods exploded into pieces and turned into golden dots all over the sky.

Zhang Qingyu finally realized at this moment that Zhao Yanlong was going to completely seal this yellow beam cave and drag himself into the boundless sea!

"Zhao Yanlong can't escape even if you don't drink a toast or drink as a fine. Even if you sink into the deep sea, this prison will be able to fish you out again. When the time comes, only Fengdu will be waiting for you, and there will be endless torture! "

"Senior brothers are right, your new sect can only fart, not kill."

Zhao Yanlong smiled contemptuously, and his figure flashed in front of Zhang Qingyu, stretching out his five fingers to grab the other person's collar.

But Zhang Qingyu's figure was like a reflection in the water, twisting and shaking between Zhao Yanlong's fingers, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Why"

Zhao Yanlong sighed helplessly. The gap in authority meant that even if he adopted the method of sealing the cave to change his life, he still could not stop Zhang Qingyu from escaping.

Wow.

The sound of the waves in my ears became louder and louder, and the light in the entire cave sky became dimmer and dimmer, as if it was about to fall into the endless night.

After looking around at Xiangyang City, which was no longer prosperous and empty, Zhao Yanlong stopped staying and walked towards the outside of the city.

As he walked through the streets, the house signs on both sides lost their original colors, and everything turned gray, like a wave chasing after him.

Zhao Yanlong's footsteps became more and more hurried, and finally he ran wildly.

On the green hill outside the city, a simple Taoist temple with white walls and black tiles is hidden among the peach trees.

By the time Zhao Yanlong rushed to the front of the hall, he was already panting and sweating profusely.

The Taoist temple was also deserted. In the slightly shabby main hall, there was only a statue of a Taoist about the size of an ordinary person, standing alone on the altar, with a sandalwood stick in the incense burner in front of him that was almost burned out.

"Master, don't blame me. I have done my best."

Zhao Yanlong knelt at the feet of the statue and muttered in a low voice.

Behind him, the gray wave had arrived outside the Taoist temple.

"Brothers, don't blame me."

Gray waves came and washed through Zhao Yanlong's body, and the biting cold instantly swallowed up his consciousness.

Gray and white stained his whole body, Zhao Yanlong was like a statue made of stone, unable to kneel down.

But the fire spot on the sandalwood did not fade and go out, but slowly drifted down.

Suddenly, a Taoist with gentle eyebrows reached out to touch Zhao Yanlong's buried head, with a smile on his face.

No wonder.