Cyber Daming

"Kill Zhang Fengyue first!"

The chilling voice echoed in the dark and chaotic sea, and it seemed that an endless chill spread, and a thin layer of ice instantly covered the entire sea surface.

The Taoist lowered his eyes slightly and stood still.

"Zhan Shun, you are really greedy."

After a long time, Zhang Xiji sneered: "Can your appetite swallow this mountain? Don't overestimate your ability, or you will end up with your intestines torn apart and die of bloating."

"If it is just the Donghuang Palace, of course it can't be swallowed. But if there are dragons and tigers devouring together, it's worth a try."

"Zhan Shun, why should this Heavenly Master help you?"

"This is not to help me, but to help yourself, Heavenly Master."

"The blood in Yongle Cave Heaven has not dried yet, and the wronged souls of Longhu Mountain's disciples are still wailing in my ears."

Zhang Xiji sneered: "You want to cover up what happened in Yongle Cave Heaven in just a few words. Isn't it too whimsical?"

"Compared to what we may lose in the future, is Heavenly Master still... Would you care about this insignificant loss? "

"Broken dreams, lost lives, Longhu Mountain can ignore you. However, Zhan Shun, this Heavenly Master wants to ask you, in your eyes, which is more important, the 30% of Huangliang authority that I have merged with the Dao or Zhang Fengyue?"

Zhan Shun seemed not to understand what he said, frowned and asked back: "What does Heavenly Master mean?"

"After all your talk, the ultimate goal is nothing more than you delaying Yuan Mingfei in Huangliang, so that this Heavenly Master can kill Zhang Fengyue."

Zhang Xiji's eyes were cold: "Let's not talk about how you lock his current position, and how to be sure that this is not a trap, just that I am in front and you are behind, what is the reason? In the end, I took the overall situation into consideration, but you are still the yellow bird catching the mantis. Zhan Shun, do you want to kill Zhang Fengyue or this Heavenly Master?"

Bang!

The hundred-foot ice surface exploded, the waves surged, and the water splashed.

Zhan Shun raised his hand to wipe away the cold water droplets on his face. His facial features changed from those of an old man with gloomy eyes to those of an angry young man, and finally to a mature and elegant middle-aged face.

His eyes showed the vicissitudes of life, and his mouth showed the warmth and coldness of the world.

With three parts and five eyes, he has the best fortune in the face.

"Zhang Xiji, you are only partially right."

Zhan Shun finally revealed his true face and shook his head.

Zhang Xiji asked back, "Don't you want the 30% authority of this Heavenly Master?"

"Of course I want it. As long as Huangliang cannot be completely liberated, it will not grow into a perfect world with infinite possibilities. Naturally, I cannot achieve the Yin-Yang Order One."

"This is the truth."

Zhang Xiji was not angry but happy. He laughed loudly, and his Taoist robe fluttered without wind.

"You want to establish a new world, to see all things compete for freedom. I want to be free forever, to enjoy the peace of mind, and since everyone will have to do it sooner or later, why should I believe you?"

Zhan Shun also smiled and said, "You don't have to believe it, and you won't believe it either."

"If that's the case, what's wrong with what I said?"

"You shouldn't compare yourself with Zhang Fengyue."

"Oh? Do you think I'm not as good as him?"

The old Taoist suddenly shot out a strong cold light in his eyes.

"Of course not, but I am not as good either."

Zhan Shun did not change his color, ignoring the murderous intent that seemed to be real: "Otherwise, with the current situation of two killing one, why should you and I be hesitant and timid here? Why should I use Huangliang to cover my whereabouts, and why should you be trapped in a corner of Jiangxi?"

"Only if he dies first, you and I can have no worries and completely let go of our hands and feet to have a battle between immortals and gods. If he doesn't die, even if you have millions of Taoists under your command, can you stop his endless Confucian people?"

"Humph."

Zhang Xiji waved his sleeves, his face was ashen, but he did not refute.

"Zhang Fengyue went to the foreign land to help Yuan Mingfei achieve the second Buddha sequence, just to ask for a protective Buddha for himself. Now I am holding her back in the Huangliang dream, so it is not taking advantage of you. If you think you can also trap Yuan Mingfei in the Huangliang dream, then I can switch with you, you hold her back, and I kill her, how about it?"

Zhan Shun's tone became particularly tough, but what he said were all facts that Zhang Xiji could not refute.

Admittedly, a second Buddha sequence gene that was barely born after a desperate struggle and almost lost the foundation of believers was not a strong enemy in Zhang Xiji's eyes.

If it were in the real world, it would not be difficult to win the other party.

But winning and being trapped are two completely different things.

He was not sure that he could trap the other party in the Huangliang dream for a long time.

I am afraid that only Zhan Shun, who has the advantage of time, place, and people in Huangliang, has this confidence.

"Zhan Shun, you still forgot to calculate Li Jun." Zhang Xiji said in a deep voice.

"He can be killed with a backhand, so why do we need to calculate?"

Zhan Shun's calm tone was full of sarcasm, but at the moment when Zhang Xiji was about to explode, he calmed the other party's anger with the same backhand action.

"This is the 10% Huangliang authority that I have spent many years trying to recover from other side orders in the East Palace. I can give it to you to make up for the difference of Li Jun."

Zhan Shun's palm that was spread upwards was empty to the naked eye, but Zhang Xiji could clearly feel an extremely strong attraction.

For him, one tenth of authority is not only a chance to die in place of death, but also represents a larger and more permanent dreamland than Yongle Cave Heaven and countless devout believers.

This is what Zhang Xiji values ​​most.

The second order of the new school of Taoism is the position of the Heavenly Lord.

What is the position of the Heavenly Lord? Isn't it the position of a god with endless incense and offerings?

"Aren't you worried that this Heavenly Master will turn his face and disown you after taking the things?"

Zhang Xiji was not in a hurry to take over the authority, but looked at Zhan Shun meaningfully.

Boom!

With the two as the core, the 100-mile sea area was swept by angry waves, and it was surging.

It seemed that there was a will to dominate this world, and it was furious because of Zhan Shun's deception and betrayal.

"If you are shameless, then I can naturally put down my body."

Zhan Shun's face turned slightly pale, and it was obvious that Huang Liang's anger was not easy for him.

"If you steal my authority, then from now on, if there is still any believer of your Longhu Mountain in Huangliang, then I, Zhan Shun, will not be worthy of being the Yin-Yang Order!"

Under the violent dark sea, undercurrents are also surging.

Chen Qisheng was dragged and pushed around, but his eyes were fixed on the two people standing on the sea.

Suddenly, one of them lowered his head, his eyes penetrated the deep sea water, and met Chen Qisheng's eyes.

The next moment, Chen Qisheng's five senses were spinning, and the pressure on his body suddenly eased, and he finally escaped from this endless deep sea.

At this time, the outside world also seemed to have passed in a moment, and the sky was still raining terrifying fire, constantly bombarding the majestic fog spreading on the ground.

Chen Qisheng suddenly had an idea and looked up, only to see that the floating mountain and the giant sword had risen into the sky.

Like a bright star, it quickly went away towards the northern sky.

"What a fucking lunatic! Using so many lives as cannonballs, what kind of cultivation is that? They are all demons in human form, no wonder old man Zhang would rather risk his life to kill them."

A man's cursing voice came from the fog, pulling Chen Qisheng's eyes to the ground.

Boom!

A huge rock with a flame tail slammed into the fog, and the violent impact lifted a corner of the fog sea, revealing a vague figure.

The figure moved slightly, as if raising his arm and waving gently.

A fierce gust of wind violently knocked it away, and the fog tide that was stubborn under the impact of the huge rock had no power to resist, and it dissipated in an instant.

Li Jun was naked from the waist up, with muscles piled up and lines clearly undulating, as if wearing a flesh and blood armor. In his right hand, he was holding a broken head, with veins on the back of his hand bulging, and his clasped fingers were deeply embedded in the head.

A single red eye opened between his eyebrows, and his shoulder-length black hair kept swaying in the wind. The heaviness of the collapse and the sharpness of the edge were intertwined and undulating. The five internal organs vibrated like the roar of a dragon and a tiger, and the blood surged like the howling of the wind.

The arrogance was rolling, like a god or a demon.

Plop.

The broken head fell to the ground and was crushed by the falling feet.

Li Jun slowly exhaled a bloody turbid air, spread his arms, and clenched his fingers.

The sound of clanging armor suddenly rang out in a radius of dozens of feet, crackling.

The fragmented armor pieces seemed to be attracted, turning into black arcs of light, flying from all directions.

The armor pieces gathered along the abdomen, covering the chest and wrapping the head.

"It's time to take out the capital and go to the table to fight them."

Li Jun appeared again in armor, looking at Chen Qisheng falling from a high altitude.

"Last time I came to this place, I said I would flatten his Longhu Mountain, but unfortunately I failed to do it. Thinking about it now, I really feel a little embarrassed."

Li Jun grinned and said, "You have to help me get this face back."

Chen Qisheng nodded silently, his lips moved, but he only uttered two words.

"Don't die."

"You and I are brothers with iron bones and boiling blood. Whoever wants to bite off our necks must at least break his fangs."

Li Jun stepped forward and raised his hand to press Chen Qisheng's shoulder.

"There is something you must not forget. Burn incense for Grandpa Sun Luyou. Just say that the younger generation of warriors, Li Jun, on behalf of the Great Ming Wuxu, kowtows and burns incense to the Taoist immortal."

Great Ming Wuxu, Taoist immortal.

Chen Qisheng's eyes kept trembling, mixed with emotions, as if there were thousands of words in his chest.

But there was no need to show his eyebrows, just remember it in his heart.

"I thank you on behalf of the Immortal Master."

Why say more? This sentence is enough.

Black and red lightning shot up into the sky, chasing the distant starlight.

The azure true energy spread and spread, and shadowy figures stood solemnly in all directions.

"My fellow brothers."

Chen Qisheng raised his head and laughed, then stepped on his sword and shot towards the south.

"Follow me to slaughter the dragon and tiger Zhang family!"

The towering palace city pierced the sky.

Deep in the palace, in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Emperor Jiaqi held three long incense sticks in his hands, but his body stood straight. The rising green smoke brushed across his face, but it could not cover his sharp eyes.

The densely packed tablets were lined up one after another, piled up like a mountain, and the height was almost reaching the roof of the temple, which was nearly ten feet high.

Hundreds of figures wearing bright yellow dragon robes floated in front of their own spirit tablets, but they were just pure light and shadows, looking down at their descendants with unchanging indifference.

"My ancestors, the land of China is sinking, the mountains and rivers are in danger, there are crazy scholars running rampant, and foolish believers are causing chaos. Internal and external troubles are rising, and the Ming Dynasty is in turmoil. Zhu Yiyan has no face to step into the Taimiao. Since I inherited the country from my ancestors, I have been walking on thin ice all day long, as if I was walking on the edge of an abyss. Although I have slept on firewood and tasted gall, I have not made any contribution to the revival of the Ming Dynasty. Yiyan is ashamed."

The cold voice echoed in the empty hall.

Although he blamed himself every word, there was no look of guilt on Zhu Yiyan's face.

"but!"

One word is settled, like a heavy hammer beating a drum.

"Zhu Yiyan disturbs all ancestors today not because he is crying out about his own bitterness and suffering, nor because Zhu Ming's imperial family is about to end. But because he is here to warn the ancestors that the Ming Dynasty will be revived starting from today."

"Zhang Fengyue, Zhang Xiji, Zhan Shun, and Li Jun are all people who bring disaster to the country and the people."

"Zhang Xiji, the preface of the Tao, kills his sons, eats his disciples, disrupts the Tao, and divides the country. He confuses countless people with the Tao. He is trapped in the cave and reincarnated like grass and mustard. He is a rare Tao thief in the world, and he must be killed!"

"Zhan and Shun, the preface of Yin and Yang, arrogantly compared the human heart to the heavenly heart, arrogantly used human wisdom to usurp the will of heaven, arrogantly used false gods to steal the throne, and falsely exchanged the false world for the human world. He is a rare evil thief in the world, and he must be killed!"

"Li Jun, Xu of Wu, acted recklessly and recklessly. He used force to carry out murders and killed royal princes and loyal ministers of the court. He committed so many crimes that it is difficult to describe them. He is a rare human thief in the world and must be killed!"

"Confucian Preface Zhang Fengyue"

Zhu Yiyan counted everyone's crimes in detail, but after saying the last name, he fell into a long silence.

"Zhang Fengyue serves the people rather than the king, serves the family rather than the country, and serves the people of the world rather than the country.

The words that came out again were clearly the opposite of what he said before, which was 'disaster for the country and the people'.

But the expression on Zhu Yiyan's face was extremely solemn, and his eyes were complicated and unspeakable, with respect and hatred mixed together.

"Zhang Fengyue is not wrong, but he deserves to be killed!"

"In the thirteenth year of Jiaqi, Zhu Yiyan warned his ancestors that he would shed tens of millions of blood, behead millions of heads, kill all four thieves, and build the Ming Dynasty with the tyrannical ambition of his ancestors!"

As the words echoed endlessly, Zhu Yiyan did not put the incense in his hand into the incense burner on the altar, but turned around and faced behind him.

A vermilion figure stood solemnly. He looked to be no more than forty or fifty years old. He had dark beard and hair and was in the prime of life.

Surprisingly it was Gao Sheng!

"You have also been my teacher for a few days, and you are qualified to bring these words I said down to the ancestors."

Emperor Jiaqi handed the three incense sticks into Gao Sheng's hand and said softly: "Tell them, whether it is the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, or the yellow beams and the deep sea, this is the territory of my Ming Dynasty, which will remain unchanged forever."

Gao Sheng tried his best to maintain his last trace of consciousness, looked at the other party calmly, and slowly squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

"Your Majesty, your answer is wrong."

Jiaqi paused as he passed by, "You can't judge whether I am right or wrong, and the teacher has no chance to judge."

"Wrong is wrong."

Before he finished speaking, the clarity in Gao Sheng's eyes completely dissipated, and he could no longer suppress his rebellious limbs and bones, fighting for the ground with his head.

"My dear ancestors, the land of China is now sinking, the mountains and rivers are in danger, there are arrogant Confucians running rampant nearby, and there are foolish faiths causing chaos outside."

Wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, he stood high and looked indifferently at the Confucian scholar who kept kowtowing.

The words were repeated for an unknown amount of time, gradually changing from loud to weak, from deep to hoarse.

The long incense that was about to burn out finally fell to the ground, sending sparks flying everywhere.

"Shedding millions of blood, beheading millions of heads."

Gao Sheng's face was pressed against the cold floor tiles, his distracted eyes looking at the flowing scarlet.

And the fire slowly extinguished in the blood.

"The Zhu family. It's hard for the Zhu family to survive."