Cyber Daming

In the ruined Nanchang City.

The third-grade star of the sky, 'Po Jun', hanging on the sky, after a thunderous blow, strangely stopped and quietly disappeared into the night.

The whole process was a tiger's head and a snake's tail, which made Yi Kuidou suspicious.

It has come to this point, and so many sealed Daoxu have died. Doesn't Zhang Chongyuan dare to give it a try?

Is he really so stupid? Or did something unexpected happen in the Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain?

However, no matter what the reason was for Zhang Chongyuan to give up the attack, the cannon fired by Longhu Mountain in Nanchang City today has given Ge Zao Mountain a reason to attack.

The purpose of the sect has been achieved.

Thinking of this, Yi Kuidou looked down at the huge deep pit on the ground that was blasted by 'Po Jun'.

On the top of a crumbling high-rise building at the edge of the deep pit, Li Jun, who had withstood the blow of 'Po Jun', sat on 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 blood stained his eyes. This was the damage caused by Zhang Xihong's self-detonation of his mind.

But the fierce momentum still showed no sign of decline.

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

Li Jun pressed his elbows on his knees and raised his blood-red eyes to look into the air.

The four eyes met, and they saw the coldness in each other's eyes.

"Let's go!"

Yi Kuidou retracted his gaze, without leaving any extra nonsense, and decisively turned around, leading a group of Gezaoshan Daoxu to leave in the south of the city.

"Another group of people full of flies and dogs."

Li Jun watched the other party go away, raised his hand and wiped the blood on his chin.

"Master Ma, can you tell what kind of background that old man has?"

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

The whisper of Master Ma in red eyes: "But even Zhang Qingyu, who is ranked fourth in the new school, will be tricked, so the other party is at least ranked third in Zonghengxu."

"These people who love to stir up trouble are really haunting."

Li Jun took a deep breath of the night wind with a strong smell of burnt and turned to face the north. He frowned and talked to himself.

"North Zhili? In your old life, are you from Honghu or the royal family? Or both?"

Bang!

The snake-like beast half lying in the sea was hit on the head by a punch, and its huge body wailed and fell into the sea, splashing a huge splash of water several feet high.

Zou Sijiu ignored his fists that were corroded by toxins and rotten to the bone, and the armor sprayed turbulent airflow, and pounced on Gongsun Yao who was still rolling again.

Swoosh!

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 blast, Zou Sijiu collided and rolled on the sea like a spinning stone, skipping on the water, and finally slammed into the sea.

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

The offset of the 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 mud leg, why does he have such a special ink armor? And this strange method of summoning gods can actually have such a strong combat power. Where did he get so many opportunities?!"

Just when Gongsun Yao was surprised, Zou Sijiu's figure also jumped out from the sea.

"Huh"

Zou Sijiu bent over and pressed his knees, breathing heavily, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, creating tiny ripples on the dark sea.

"You are indeed a rare talent, Zou Sijiu, who can combine such backdoor techniques without being trained by the East Palace. However, if you want to stop the East Palace, you are still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and you are doomed to die."

Gongsun Yao's dull voice echoed in this sea area.

"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, looked at the huge snake beast standing a hundred feet away, and sneered: "It seems that I, Master Zou, was too gentle, and 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 way forward. You will never be able to learn other methods and techniques, and completely cut off your own path to promotion. 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 cow nose, did you hear that? For you, Master Zou has suffered a great loss this time. If you don't catch a few Yin-Yangxu and give me their backdoors in the future, I will never let you go!"

As soon as the voice fell, a violent wave suddenly came from the floating building ship behind Zou Sijiu, and there was also a high-pitched roar of sea beasts mixed in it!

The reincarnation of the cave heaven has reached its final climax, and Chen Qisheng is about to wake up!

But for Gongsun Yao, it means that if he does not extract Chen Qisheng's consciousness, Zhao Yanlong's cave heaven will completely collapse in an instant.

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

"Get out!"

Thinking of the possible punishment after failure, Gongsun Yao's heart suddenly became cold, and he shouted angrily, and the snake head connected to the body also let out a sharp roar.

"How can you talk to your father?!"

Zou Sijiu's expression was ferocious, and his body floated into the air. The red light emitted by his armor became more and more dazzling, like a bloody sun hovering in the air.

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

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

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

Zou Sijiu was like carrying a heavy pressure, and his floating figure was pressed down inch by inch, and he shouted loudly.

Roar!

The snake beast roared to the sky, and a terrifying wave of more than 20 feet was lifted up, like a black mountain moving sideways and pressing down.

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

Under such a mighty power of heaven and earth, Zou Sijiu, who was alone, seemed particularly small, and the red light on his body dissipated completely. He knelt on one knee on the sea, and it seemed that he had no power to fight back.

"It seems that there is really no helper hiding behind you, otherwise, with the temperament of your group of people, you would not choose to consume so many backdoors to fight with me, Master Zou."

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

Da!

A cold current swept against the wind and went up along the waves. The crisp sound of crackling continued, and in an instant, the sky-high sea wave was directly frozen!

"What?!"

Gongsun Yao, standing on the snake head, was sealed in a piece of dark blue ice, with unbelievable shock in his eyes.

Not only that, he was horrified to find that a small part of the 'backdoor' in his hand had inexplicably fallen into a silent state!

It was not stolen by someone, but it fell into a blockade by itself, ignoring his mobilization and command.

Gongsun Yao had never seen such a weird scene before.

What's going on? ?

"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 high above him.

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

He raised his hands and wiped them against the sides of the helmet, and said with a smile: "This move is called Tiandi Tongshou, I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Tiandi Tongshou?

Gongsun Yao was shocked and subconsciously exclaimed: "Zhao Mengze?!"

"Zou Sijiu, your way of exposing your origins is really stupid. And the backdoor Zhao Mengze gave you can only be used once. If you don't act quickly, why do you say so much to him?"

The cold and angry voice of Shouyu sounded in his mind, urging Zou Sijiu to act quickly.

"You don't understand this. This grandson is Zou Zi Wushiba, and he is also a big shot in the East Palace. I have endured so many years and finally got some interest back. Why don't I do it with full sense of ceremony?"

Zou Sijiu laughed and slowly floated into the air, looking at the huge waves and evil beasts in front of him.

"This is Huangliang Youhai, where brains and calculations are used. Why do you make such a big scene to show that you have many backdoors? What do you have to be arrogant about?"

Crack!

The glacier exploded and sank into the sea.

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

"Now everyone has the same number of 'backdoors'. I have 'Su Ce' in one hand. Gongsun Yao, you can ask any god or transform into any beast as you like."

Zou Sijiu was arrogant and raised his hand to signal.

"I'll give you three breaths. One"

Gongsun Yao's chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped like thunder. He no longer pitied the remaining backdoors, and ignited them all, injecting tremendous power into the snake body connected below him.

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

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

Then, a violent fist shadow hit his eyes!

"Despicable!!"

"Threatening me with a backdoor? Do you think you are great because you have many backdoors?"

Zou Sijiu grinned, and in Gongsun Yao's angry roar, he swung his arm and punched out!

Bang!

One after another, figures flew up from the top of Tianzhu Peak, facing the thunder that fell like rain, and rushed towards the new Taoist order hidden in the shadows of the clouds without fear of death.

Every time a sword light exploded, a dull bell would ring.

This was the final salvation of the Wudang Dao order when the Dao was dead and gone, and it was also the last gift from the Zhenwu Dao to its believers.

But even if the bells sounded continuously, they could not stop the sword lights from coming one after another.

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

This was the battlefield of the Daozu magic weapon, and even the thunder in the sky did not dare to participate in it.

The occasional aftermath during the period could directly cut off the surrounding mountains.

The battle that broke out in front of the Wudang Mountain Gate at this moment was not as shocking as the one in the sky, but the bloodiness was far beyond that.

The Wudang disciples who came down the mountain after hearing the news and the yellow turban warriors all over the mountain were strangled together, and the red and white blood was intertwined and thrown, and the broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the mountain road.

These puppets that attacked the Wudang Mountain Gate were refined by Maoshan, and a large number of mechanical limbs replaced the flesh and blood, and their vitality was extremely strong. Moreover, they showed their superb fighting skills, and there were obvious traces of martial arts in the fight.

Although they were still no match for the martial arts disciples when they were alone, the huge number was enough to make people despair.

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

boom!

As the body was kicked off the platform, Chen Qisheng finally had a moment to breathe.

He raised his toes and grabbed a long sword soaked in a pool of blood into his hand, but his figure suddenly staggered forward.

The spiritual formation that enveloped the battlefield like a whirlpool emitted a silent sharp sound, stinging him with a splitting headache.

The limp limbs were as heavy as lead, and the depleted Daoji kept whining, unable to produce 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 could see was countless figures strangled together, and there was no trace of Zhao Yanlong anywhere.

The anxious Chen Qisheng had just taken steps when a huge sword light suddenly fell from the sky.

Zheng!

Boom..Boom..

The successive violent explosions plunged the Zhentian Mountain Road into deathly silence.

The sweeping sword light cut the mountain road into a deep and huge ravine, and hundreds of yellow scarf warriors were crushed into flesh and blood.

The spiritual thoughts that enveloped the sky were dispersed by the impact, and the yellow scarf warriors who lost their command stood frozen on the spot, forming a brief confrontation across the ravine with a group of exhausted Wudang Daoxu.

"Here. I'm here."

Faint shouts rang out from a pile of corpses.

Chen Qisheng jumped closer and finally saw Zhao Yanlong, who was pressed against a yellow turban corpse.

"Don't move, it hurts."

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

"The Taoist foundation that I have cultivated for so many years has been stabbed to death by these demons and monsters that are not even human beings. What a pity."

"If it's rotten, just raise it again. What's the pity?"

Chen Qisheng gently moved the yellow scarf corpse away, and saw that Zhao Yanlong's abdomen was penetrated by an arm, up to the elbow.

Phew!

Chen Qisheng cut off his arm with a sword and helped Zhao Yanlong sit up.

"Don't look any further, there's no way to save him."

Zhao Yanlong twitched his face and forced out a free and easy smile: "I don't even expect that I can live. Why are you looking like this? I don't care if I die first. You can fight off these bastards later. Remember to give the sect a good talk. I, Zhao Yanlong, have made some calculations. It’s too much of a loss to change one line of words for one life. It’s better to write more.”

"I'm not as thick-skinned as you, you can speak for yourself."

Chen Qisheng helped Zhao Yanlong to stand up, "Hold on, your injuries won't kill you. Huang Qiguan on the mountain can save you."

"Where is the Huangqi Temple?"

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

"They burned them all"

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

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

"I can't leave. If I leave now, won't I become a coward again? I have gritted my teeth and fought hard until now. Don't let me waste all my efforts."

"Junior brother"

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

"It's enough for me to die. Don't be brave. Living is more important than anything else. As long as there are people around, we Wudang will be around. If they are all dead, then there is nothing. Do you understand? Nothing is gone."

"I understand, I won't die, and you can't die either."

Chen Qisheng was nailed to the spot, with veins popping out in his right hand holding the hilt of the sword.

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

"Whoever dares, I will kill."

"No one dares, because I am worthy of the martial arts. Junior brother, I am almost out of strength. I have one last sentence to say in this life. Thank you very much."

The words gradually faded away in his ears, and his body gradually became cold in his arms.

"Senior brother, I will be the one to thank you in the next life."

Chen Qisheng gently put down the body in his arms and stood under the mountain gate with his sword.

The spiritual thoughts shattered by the sword light swept over again, and the frozen yellow scarf warriors swarmed forward again.

"Zhang Xiji, kill me in Wudang, and you will pay with your life today!"

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

A dazzling thunder light fell towards Tianzhu Peak along with the roar that resounded throughout the world!

boom!

An impact visible to the naked eye exploded from the collapsed Tianzhu Peak, spreading black clouds all over the sky, blowing away the phantoms of the immortal gods, and suppressing the flames all over the mountain.

In the clear night sky, not a single star flickered, as if those huge and terrifying figures and the rain of 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, swallowing up his figure instantly.

At the moment when his vision was completely dimmed, this was the last scene Chen Qisheng saw.

It was a charred corpse holding a sword that fell from the sky.

Wow wow wow

The sound of the rolling tide echoed continuously.

Chen Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a simple Taoist temple hidden in the mountains.

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

This plant and tree is so familiar, it is clearly the Xuanyue Temple where I have lived for many years.

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

Chen Qisheng looked at the empty Taoist temple and was lost in thought.

"Hey, are you new here?"

When the words reached his ears, Chen Qisheng's face showed a look of ecstasy and he suddenly looked back.

Just like the scene in his memory, he still had the same arrogant young man standing in front of the palace gate with his hands on his waist.

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 your name, didn't you hear it?"

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

"My name is Zhao Yanlong."

"Yanlong. How can you call yourself that? You are more imposing than me."

The young man muttered a few words, raised his hand and patted his not-so-strong chest, and said loudly: "My name is He Zhuo, and from now on I will be your senior brother who teaches you. Do you understand what teaching means? It means that in our "Xuanyue Temple", you will be under my control in the future!"

Chen Qisheng looked at this scene and 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 red eyes.

"Hey, newcomer, what's your name again?"

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

Under the statue of Zhenwu, there was an extremely familiar smiling face.

"Brother, my name is Chen Qisheng!"

"That's a good name! Junior Brother Chen, I'll trouble you in the future."

A Taoist strode in from outside the hall, raised his hand and gently patted Chen Qisheng's shoulder, then bowed to 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 is long, take care, Senior Brother."

The Taoist smiled and nodded, and his figure was like being 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 appeared one after another, and Chen Qisheng had seen every face.

They were Wudang disciples in the dream, and also Wudang heroes in the world.

After saying goodbye to Zhao Yanlong, they all disappeared with a smile.

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

In Chen Qisheng's sad eyes, Zhao Yanlong's figure slowly disintegrated.

"Stinky boy, your brother has been an elite in the Demon Subduing Hall, killed the Black Flag Society, protected the gate of Wudang Mountain, and saved the souls of fellow brothers. Isn't this a wonderful life?"

He smiled brightly, his eyes were filled with relief, and he bowed to Chen Qisheng and clasped his fists.

"Goodbye, brother. Thank you for letting me return to Wudang again. This life is enough for me!"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure disappeared.

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

"Goodbye, brother."