Cyber Daming

Clouds cover the white moon, and fog locks the deep mountains.

Yongledao Mountain, which was green not long ago, is now stained with blood.

There are stumps hanging between tree branches, broken arms thrown in the thorn bushes, and heads with eyes open rolling along the mountain road. Just when they are about to stop, they are knocked away by the head that rolls down next.

Under the blessing of Zou Sijiu's rules and authority, Shen Li is like a tiger descending from the mountain, rushing through the Huangliang ghosts controlled by Shen Tu, and no one can match him.

In addition to the rampage and slaughter, Shen Li even found that there were a lot of martial arts strength in his body that he had never tempered before.

The two most powerful ones are as mighty as a torrent, and as sharp as a sword out of its sheath.

They are Li Jun's martial arts strength, collapse and sharp!

As Shen Li raised his hands and feet, it seemed as if his endless strength was released wantonly. The approaching Huangliang ghost tide was swept away in an instant, and washed away into white bones and broken meat.

As for those talismans and flying swords, they didn't hurt him at all when they fell on him, and even the broken skin seemed very reluctant.

"I didn't expect that Master Zou was so powerful in the Huangliang dream?!"

Shen Li couldn't help but marvel in his heart. Until this time, he really felt the true strength of Zou Sijiu.

But what shocked Shen Li even more was the crackling sound of the lock breaking in his body.

Although he knew it was just a dream, his understanding of the Lone Martial Order was actually improving.

"Could it be that I really discovered another way to advance in the Lone Martial Order?"

Just as Shen Li was thinking wildly, the swaying figures around him suddenly became sparse.

The remaining Huangliang ghosts retreated in all directions like a tide, looking at the warrior standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood with fear in their eyes.

They were scared.

Although they all have controlling threads hanging from their bodies, it does not mean that they are really just some dead things without self-awareness.

On the contrary, these Huangliang ghosts were born from hundreds of different dreams connected to Yongle Cave Heaven, and they all have their own joys, sorrows, anger and happiness, just like humans.

In the past few decades in the present world, they have cycled through thousands of lives in their own dreams. Now, under Shen Tu's "dream making", they all think that they are people who have successfully broken through the constraints of the small world after experiencing disasters and ascended to the "immortal world".

They are the real Yongle Daoxu!

The only thing they can't figure out is why there is such a powerful evil demon in the sect of the "immortal world".

And why was the "immortal" who took them in beaten like this?

Aren't immortals invincible?

Countless pairs of stunned and uneasy eyes looked in the direction of the Sanqing Temple on the top of the mountain.

In a mud pit where rainwater had accumulated, Shen Tu knelt dejectedly, his head lowered, and drops of blood kept dripping down along with the raindrops.

Zou Sijiu stood at the edge of the pit with his hands in his pockets. The roaring rain bypassed him an inch away, as if it didn't dare to touch his body at all.

"Have you thought it through? Give up this dream master rule of yours, and I can let you leave this cave. Anyway, I have killed many of the Nine Lords of your Donghuang Palace, and I am really tired of it."

"Zou Sijiu, are you really tired of killing or because you know that you can't kill me at all?"

Shen Tu slowly raised his head, his face mixed with rainwater and blood had a calm expression, not like a person who was about to die.

"You are an anomaly that the East Palace did not expect, but it does not mean that you have the ability to escape from the will of heaven. In the dark sea of ​​​​Yellow Millet, desires float and sink. No matter how you struggle, you will eventually be a prisoner of the sea of ​​​​evil and love, and you will never be able to transcend."

"Can you say something that we can understand? Even if you want to pretend to be deep when you are about to die, you should know the situation, right?"

Zou Sijiu looked at him with contempt: "Kneeling on the ground and making a sarcastic remark, I can't see any deterrent effect no matter how you look at it."

"Of course you understand what I am saying, but you have no chance anymore"

Bang!

A sharp leg shadow directly smashed Shen Tu's head, and the broken voice and splashing blood were blown away by the whistling wind and rain.

"Wait for you East Palace to give me a chance. I, Master Zou, have died countless times. If you don't hand it over, then I can only send you away."

Shen Tu's incomplete body fell in the flowing filth, but it was very strangely broken into a piece of light, floating up to the sky.

Zou Sijiu's eyes sank slightly and looked up.

When his sight met these light spots, it seemed to trigger them, and pictures passed through his eyes.

It was a bustling street with bright neon lights. Zou Sijiu wandered aimlessly alone. The fortune-telling sign projected above his head showed a pair of empty and confused eyes, and the loneliness on his body seemed to have substance.

It was his ecstatic smile when he took out the treasure banknotes he had accumulated for a long time and finally exchanged them for a back door. It was his excitement and expectation when he stood in front of the newly opened Peace Hotel.

It was the dark and narrow alleys of the 18th Ladder Slum in Chongqing Prefecture, the golden building shining in the flames, the underground stripping field of Black Dragon Capital in the Japanese District, the funeral procession in the heavy snow in Liaodong, and the unwilling roar of the people in Tianque in the city submerged in flesh and blood.

The light spots that can trigger the picture burst into the air, and the mottled light and shadow twisted and danced, like torches illuminating the path in the night rain, and like lights guiding ships in the fog.

The thread that should have dissipated with Shen Tu's death did not disappear, but became clearer.

The Huangliang ghost tide, whose courage was broken by Shen Li, suddenly became excited and came back howling again, and the aura exuding from its body was even more tyrannical and ferocious than before.

When Shen Li's vision was completely blocked by the ghost, he also saw something strange high in the sky.

One after another figures emerged from the twisting firelight, tall, short, fat, and thin.

But without exception, he was wearing an ancient black robe, with a high crown and broad belt, like an ancient man who had stepped out of a long history.

Zou Sijiu looked at them expressionlessly. These people were either strangers to each other, or had fresh memories, and some even died in his own hands just now.

Whether he knew them or not, there was a voice ringing in Zou Sijiu's ears at this moment, introducing him one by one.

In the Eastern Palace, Lu Hu, who was nicknamed "Jun Jun", wrote down the Dream Lord's rules [Blood Forbidden Cage].

Tianyue, whose nickname is "Nightmare Lord", wrote down the rules of the dream master [the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle].

Zhao Yin, whose title is "Si Ming", wrote down the rules of the Dream Master [Silk String Theater].

Shen Tu, whose king's name is "Zhulong", wrote down the rules of the Dream Master [Peach Capital Breaking Barriers].

Zhai Chong, whose title is "Shang Guan", wrote down the rules of the Dream Master [Pai Yantian Fang].

Yin Wen, whose nickname is "Mountain Ghost", wrote down the rules of the dream master [Yi Meng Ting Feng].

Among the nine princes of the Yin Yang Xudong Palace, only six people showed up at this moment.

‘Dongjun’ Hu Evil and ‘Xizhu’ Mou An, whose Dream Master rules were taken away by Zou Sijiu, did not appear. It seemed that only the two of them were truly dead.

In other words, without the Dream Lord rules that can be passed down, those who come after will no longer be able to sit on their throne.

"Can't be killed? Nonsense."

A disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of Zou Sijiu's mouth, not only for what Shen Tu said just now, but also for this approach of the Eastern Palace.

Although everyone in the sky is the same Jiujun, their positions are clearly distinct. Those who fought against Zou Sijiu were Zhao Yin, Shen Tu and others who were one step behind, scattered behind the two people named Zhai Chong and Yin Wen.

But in the middle position, it was empty.

Only countless firelights gathered here, and a figure was looming among them.

"Welcome to the Lord God."

Everyone in the East Palace bowed their hands and saluted with the same expression of reverence.

"Again, his mother's behavior is so bullshit. You really don't get tired of having fun?"

Zou Sijiu crossed his arms in front of his chest, raised his brows, and cursed, but his eyes remained motionless as he stared at the figure that was gradually becoming clearer.

Where no one was paying attention, the veins on his palms clasped on his arms were clearly visible, and he was tightly grasping his arms, as if he was using this method to prevent himself from bowing his hands in salute like others.

The fire was extinguished, and a young man with long hair and shawl stepped out.

At the same time, the words echoing in Zou Sijiu’s ears also revealed the identity and name of the other party.

It is the last Nine Lords who are missing and the real master of Yin Yang Xudong Palace!

The monarch's name is "Shenjun", the second Yanzun of Yin and Yang sequence, Zhan Shun.

"Zou Sijiu, do you understand your situation at the moment?"

Finally, I met the truly top figure in the Yin-Yang sequence. If he had not met Li Jun, Zou Sijiu might have bowed to him long ago.

After all, during the days when he was wandering around the empire, he had sighed in his heart countless times, imagining that if one day he could get to know such a person, he would do whatever it takes to get close to him. days.

No longer do you need to hold on to a dying life and wallow around in this dirty world.

But at this moment, when the fantasy turned into reality, Zou Sijiu felt nothing at all, and even felt a little ridiculous for no reason.

"Of course I understand, Fu Li and Zhang Chongcheng are just deceptive pretexts. You guys, who are sons, don't have the guts to fight to the end with Zhang Xiji, who has become Huang Liang's concubine, to win the Yongle Palace. This half-percent authority should be considered satisfactory.”

Zou Sijiu wiped his temples with both hands and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of white mist.

"So, your real purpose this time should be the 20% authority that Master Zou has in my hands, right?"

Zhan Shun nodded when he heard the words. The facial features on his face were quite strange. They kept switching between different faces, including men, women, old and young, young and old, women and children. It was impossible to tell which face belonged to him. Original appearance.

You can't see his face, and naturally there is no expression at all. You can only hear a faint smile in his voice.

"Did you understand this yourself, or did Zhang Fengyue tell you?"

Zou Sijiu sneered: "Old man Zhang is much more honest than you."

"So, you are willing to be Zhang Fengyue's bait?"

"You are short-tongued and soft-handed. Mr. Zou, my principle has always been to repay a drop of kindness with a spring of spring. If someone gives me a smile, I will not turn my eyes back."

"It seems that your personality is very different from the traditional yin and yang order."

Zhan Shun said in a thoughtful tone: "The occurrence of this situation may be related to Li Jun's solo martial arts order, or it may be due to your dissatisfaction with the suffering you have experienced, so your life trajectory has changed. "

This way of speaking is not unfamiliar to Zou Sijiu. He often used this kind of rhetoric when he secretly concocted inferior dreams and sold them to make a living.

But it is never used on living people, but rather used to analyze a fictional character in a dream.

Or use it on an unexpectedly spawned yellow ghost.

"You just mentioned that when someone smiles at you, you will reciprocate the kindness. So what do you think of their smile now?"

As soon as Zhan Shun finished speaking, except for Zhai Chong, whose title was ‘Shangguan’, and Yin Wen, whose title was ‘Shan Gui’, the other four members of the East Palace smiled at Zou Sijiu at the same time.

This strange scene made Zou Sijiu’s hair stand on end.

The words and actions of this god in front of him were so bizarre that they made Zou Sijiu feel more uneasy than any harsh words or threats.

“Zou Sijiu, you are a very good research object. Perhaps I can try to split you up to fill the two vacant positions.”

Zhan Shun stretched out two palms from under his black robe, “One is as fiery as fire, and he is clear about gratitude and resentment. He controls the dream master rules [Boundless Dreams] and [Long Night Sealing Legacy].”

“One is cold-hearted, ruthless, and controls [Heaven and Earth Live Together] and [Eternal Stabilization of the Yellow Earth]. The effect of this combination should be very good.”

The changing facial features on Zhan Shun’s face suddenly froze into a child’s smiling face. He clasped his hands together, clapped his hands and laughed, and was very excited about his idea.

"Zou Sijiu, what do you think?"

"What a fucking monster"

Zou Sijiu could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart, but the next moment, he suddenly frowned.

Until he had the idea of ​​taking action, he found that the four dream master rules in his hand had all fallen silent without knowing when.

"The essence of the dream master rule is the reward and protection given by Huang Liang to his descendants who deserve his favor. Since you disrespect Huang Liang, I will take back his reward for you."

The God of the East Palace standing in the air saw through Zou Sijiu's thoughts, and Shen Tu and Zhao Yin standing behind him flew out.

One person reached out and pulled out a sharp sword from the void, and the other turned his wrist to grab the hanging silk, and rushed straight to Zou Sijiu, who was now "unarmed".

"Sure enough, not everyone is that monster like Lao Li, who has the ability to cross the order and fight with others."

Zou Sijiu raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. He seemed not to be affected too much by the silence of the dream master's rules. He smiled and said to himself: "Fortunately, I, Master Zou, never like to fight alone."

"Right, Sister Yuan?"

Just at this moment.

"Of course, who can bully someone who doesn't have brothers and sisters?"

The crisp voice that suddenly sounded echoed in the whole cave.

No flowers fell randomly, and no golden lotus emerged from the ground.

Just after this voice without any Zen and Buddhist rhyme, the violent storm in the sky stopped abruptly, and the sky light tore through the heavy clouds.

The Huangliang ghost tide that was fighting fiercely with Shen Li was like thin ice under the warm winter sun. The flesh and bones slowly melted and then disappeared in the soil.

Shen Tu and Zhao Yin, who were running halfway, also did not escape the exposure of the sky light and burned into ashes, and then appeared again behind Zhan Shun.

"Get out of the way."

The ripples behind Zou Sijiu spread, and a white and slender hand rested on his shoulder.

A cold and beautiful face emerged from the ripples.

The charming and moving style of the past was gone, but there was no mercy and compassion of the Buddha.

Yuan Mingfei stood in front of Zou Sijiu and looked at Zhan Shun in the air indifferently.

The Ten Directions Bodhisattvas of the Second Order of Buddha.

The Yanzun of the Second Order of Yin and Yang.

The Yongle Cave Heaven, a small temple that was about to collapse, had two great gods break into it today!