Cyber Daming

On Mount Longhu, there was a constant roar.

The sea of ​​talismans spread across the night sky, the red lines on the talismans were bright and dazzling, and large groups of colorful and deadly colors exploded. Various kinds of magic weapons were shooting out, bringing up storm-like sound waves, chasing a silver-white figure wrapped in azure true energy.

But whether it was talismans or magic weapons, for the new Daoxu, their most powerful weapon was still the divine thoughts that had been tempered in the dream cycle.

Unfortunately, although the divine thoughts that filled the sky had a certain degree of suppression on Chen Qisheng, they were far from being fatal.

An old-school Daoxu Third Mujun who practiced both spirit and flesh had a stronger resistance to the invasion of divine thoughts than Zhang Qingli had expected.

Although he was very reluctant, he had to admit that although they were both in the third order, he and the other party were completely different in terms of fighting.

Chen Qisheng was able to withstand the collective attacks of so many new Daoxu, and he was still alive and well. But even if he was hit by the opponent's sword, he would probably have to pay an extremely painful price, and he might even lose his life.

"No wonder the Heavenly Master was willing to take such a big risk to uproot Wudang Mountain. If they were allowed to continue to take charge of the Taoist sect, the new Taoist order would probably never have a chance to succeed."

Zhang Qingli sighed helplessly in his heart, and then thought again, if that rubbish Zhang Chongyuan had not wasted the sealed Taoist order of Longhu Mountain, he would not have fought so hard today.

"But as the source of the old Taoist order, if you, Chen Qisheng, are not strong enough, wouldn't it be a waste of the good opportunity I have been waiting for for many years?"

Zhang Qingli stood in the air with his hands behind his back, staring at Chen Qisheng, who was flickering in the storm of magic in the distance, like a sharp flying sword, rushing towards him.

"It is better to unite with the Tao than to unite with the outsiders. Zhang Tianshi, what you didn't do back then, your disciple Zhang Qingli will do today!"

Zhang Qingli's eyes flashed with concentration and excitement, and he raised his arm and waved forward!

Huangliang Fulu, Lingzhuan·Chao Gu Renyan.

The divine thoughts spreading out from his body carried a silent command, and the Longhushan Daoxu surrounded by the surroundings moved as ordered, like moths flying towards the flames, with a face full of fanaticism, and rushed straight towards Chen Qisheng.

Bang! Boom! Boom!

A black glow shone under the cracked skin, and the cracks on the Dao bones were like fierce Dao patterns written by dragons and snakes. The Daoxu, like pieces of human-shaped talismans, exploded around Chen Qisheng.

The powerful self-explosion successfully strangled Chen Qisheng's sudden attack, and the true energy wrapped around him was weakened to only a thin layer, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

When the new school of Taoism practiced Huangliang, the order became no longer rare, and the lower-ranked ones were the most useful and powerful talismans and magic tools in the hands of the upper-ranked ones.

In this regard, Zhang Qingli and Zhang Xiji acted in the same style, and were even more fierce!

"Hmm"

Chen Qisheng groaned, and the extremely concentrated divine thoughts pierced his head like a sharp cone, and a sharp pain like a slow slicing made his face suddenly pale.

The trouble was not only that, these new school of Taoism divine thoughts that invaded his mind also carried vast memories like the ocean. Any one of them was thousands of years of experience in the world, and the struggle and reincarnation of dozens of worlds.

In the chaos, Chen Qisheng's vision was filled with all kinds of bizarre scenes.

The green poems were written in the temple to burn and offer sacrifices to the sky.

The sword fairy ranger who walked in the rivers and lakes with a sword to slay demons and monsters.

The ascetic practice of building a hut and building a temple in the deep mountains to comprehend nature.

The barefoot Taoist priest who burns yellow paper and magic water to cheat people in the market.

In the different scenes, the characters that appear are all Chen Qisheng's faces without exception.

But he himself is like a bystander, unable to move in the infinitely stretched time.

This strange technique is something Chen Qisheng has never seen or heard of before.

"Chen Qisheng, you are not the only genius born by luck in this world. The old-new dispute that was not settled in the past should be completely ended today."

Amid the roar of self-explosion, Zhang Qingli's voice is still clearly audible.

Chen Qisheng endured the severe pain and dizziness and looked up, and saw Zhang Qingli raised his hands above his head, and the brightly lit Longhu Mountain below him suddenly rang with a grand bell.

Dong!

It is not a morning bell, nor a dusk drum, but the bell ringing in the middle of the night has a great magic power that can penetrate people's hearts.

At this moment, whether they were practicing in the dream cave or reviewing their gains and losses in the Taoist temple, they were all unable to resist the summoning power carried by the bell. They all knelt down and worshiped Zhang Qingli who was hovering in the air.

The expressions on their faces gradually changed from the initial panic to satisfaction and piety. Stars of fire emerged from their skulls and merged with each other to form an illusory black sea of ​​fire, which was like a dark cloud on the top of Longhu Mountain, which was spectacular.

Not only that, the bell sounded in all directions, covering Guixi City under the mountain.

Immediately afterwards, a black sea of ​​fire that was far less bright and solid, but much larger in area, rose up and merged with each other.

Countless voices surrounded from all sides, the mysterious and inexplicable chanting of scriptures was loud, and the vast pious fanaticism also surged at the same time, with a terrifying momentum!

This scene was not unfamiliar to Chen Qisheng.

He had seen it many times in Zhang Xiji's hands in Fuliang City before.

Compared to the oppression of the mighty power of heaven when Zhang Xiji released the technique, this technique in Zhang Qingli's hands exuded a strange smell that made one's scalp numb, as if it wanted to eat him alive without leaving anything behind.

Zhang Xiji was still using the fanaticism born in Huangliang Cave Heaven, but what Zhang Qingli was sacrificing at this moment was clearly a living life!

The black flames of faith wrapped around the self-destructing Dao Sequences, and the illusion evolving in Chen Qisheng's mind immediately changed.

Or he who is in the temple suddenly has an epiphany and resolutely abandons all worldly glory.

Or he who is walking in the rivers and lakes encounters his lifelong enemy and wakes up in the midst of a miserable defeat.

Or he who is cultivating in the mountains meets like-minded close friends and makes an appointment to travel the world together.

Or he who is wandering in the market finally gets a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to worship in the mountain gate and seek shelter.

Coincidentally, the evolutionary experience ends with him climbing Mount Longhu and kneeling down to beg in front of the Tianshi Mansion, hoping to get mercy from his Zhang family.

Chen Qisheng's forehead is bulging with veins, his face is red, and countless modified images are invading his original memory.

If everything is covered up, the result can be imagined. Chen Qisheng will completely lose himself and become a running dog of Zhang Qingli.

"Chen Qisheng, the martial arts division had just ended, and Wudang Mountain was at its peak. It was known to have 100,000 flying swords and 1 million magic fists, but in the end, it was still slaughtered and lost miserably. Do you know why?"

In this situation, Chang Jun, who was a melee black armor, had no choice but to do his best to protect Chen Qisheng's immobile body and barely avoid the "human-shaped talismans" that attacked him.

But the divine thought impact caused by the self-explosion also caused great damage to him. Not long after, the armor body became tattered, and the core hidden deep inside was full of cracks.

Puff!

The trembling wrist suddenly rolled back the long sword, and in Chang Jun's stunned eyes, he cut off a large piece of flesh and blood from the arm that had lost the arm armor.

The pain of flesh and blood made Chen Qisheng regain his consciousness for a short time. Regardless of Chang Jun's fierce resistance, he forcibly took off the armor and kicked the other party away with a kick.

Just such a simple action made Chen Qisheng sweat profusely. Before he could catch his breath, another figure flew in front of him.

Under the mottled and falling skin, there was a steel skeleton with black fanatic flames, which exploded with a bang!

Boom!

Chen Qisheng's figure was thrown backwards, and clusters of flames were like living things, constantly drilling into his body.

"Because the people of the old Taoist order are too conceited! Too hypocritical! Too greedy!"

Zhang Qingli's Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, his arms spread out, palms facing up, and the black fanatic ocean behind him was endless and fluctuating.

"They are conceited and think they can protect hundreds of millions of Taoists with the power of one sect!" "They are hypocritical and covet the false name of the so-called 'Taoist ancestral temple'!" "They are greedy and want to gather the world's beliefs and lead the world by giving birth to the second Hongzu!" Zhang Qingli raised his head and laughed loudly: "In the eyes of the old-school Taoist order, these Taoist believers are also cattle and sheep that are eaten to fatten the body, tools used to realize the Tao, and ladders to ascend to heaven. So there is no difference between the new and old sects. They are all thieves of heaven and earth. Who is more innocent than who?" Zhang Qingli frowned and looked at the figure kneeling on one knee in the air, drowned in the dragon and tiger fanatics. "Enter my sect, let me lead the way for you and take you to understand what is the true heavenly way!" In the loud shout, the fanatic flame burning on Chen Qisheng became more and more blazing. In his sight, countless changing and intertwined pictures have come to the same node. Hundreds of him with different clothes and temperaments are standing in front of the open door of Tianshi Mansion.

Behind the door, Zhang Qingli sat cross-legged on a bright yellow cushion, with a warm look, a warm smile, and an unparalleled attraction.

Like the real Lord of Heaven, the Tao is transformed into a human body. If you get close, you can get the truth, and if you learn it, you will become an immortal.

Talismans, magic weapons, golden elixir foundation, cave heaven authority. Everything that countless Taoists dream of in their lives is behind the door.

As long as Chen Qisheng can cross that threshold, everything is at his fingertips.

Chen Qisheng stood up tremblingly, and his pupils that had lost focus stared blankly at the void in front of him.

He slowly raised his hands and feet, and the "Chen Qisheng" in countless memories also moved at the same time.

But at the moment when he was about to raise his feet to cross the threshold, Zhang Qingli's eyes, which were hiding ecstasy, suddenly froze.

One foot landed heavily, but it didn't step over, but stepped on the threshold.

"Dreams are what you think, illusions are what others think. Zou Sijiu told me this. In this regard, your level is too young compared to him."

Puff!

A long sword pierced into his stomach, and the hilt twisted slowly, crushing the flesh and blood inch by inch.

Chen Qisheng had a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't feel the excruciating pain.

"If you stripped him naked, tied him up and put him in the door, maybe I would be interested in stepping over to see his joke. But who can you attract with these junks now?"

The false images that filled his mind were shattered one by one by Chen Qisheng with his strong willpower.

The long sword that pierced his body was pulled out, and with a creepy and strange sound, a scarlet blood spot splashed and hit his face.

Clang!

Chen Qisheng turned his wrist and shook his sword. Thunder suddenly flashed across his cold eyes, and a strong killing intent rushed out like a tsunami!

His figure shot out like a bolt of lightning!

"Thick skin and flesh, it's really hard to kill."

Zhang Qingli snorted coldly, and suddenly clenched his ten fingers on his raised hands, smashing them down like a drum.

Instantly, the Dragon and Tiger Daoists who were kneeling and kowtowing raised their heads, their eyes red and fierce.

As long as they were on the rank, no matter how high or low, they flew into the air at the same time and set up a human wall in front of Zhang Qingli.

At the same time, groups of flames split out from the condensed sea of ​​fanaticism, wrapped around the bodies of these Daoists, and rushed towards Chen Qisheng.

"But why did I need to attract you?"

Zhang Qingli sneered: "Today I will make you, Chen Qisheng, kneel down willingly!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Huge ripples appeared in the torn body, and the divine thoughts spreading in all directions swept like waves, constantly hitting the blood-stained figure.

The dark sky was like an inverted ocean, and the vast sea was full of unstoppable waves, making Chen Qisheng's figure so eye-catching and lonely.

Boom!

When he was only two or three feet away from Zhang Qingli, Chen Qisheng was blown away again by the self-explosion of the last "Dao Si Fu Zhuan".

The rolling fanatics took advantage of the opportunity to enter, and the originally shattered reincarnation illusion condensed again and appeared in Chen Qisheng's sight.

But this time, waiting behind the door was no longer Zhang Qingli sitting cross-legged, but an old Taoist priest with a frown and angry eyes.

The old Taoist order, Sun Luyou!

"Master."

Chen Qisheng clenched his teeth, his eyes twitched, and his right hand holding the door was full of blue veins, and his fingertips were deep into the wood.

"Evil disciple, thank you for the kindness of the sect. If you don't repent now, when will you wait?!"

Shouting, the bone-biting fanatics shuttled rapidly between the lungs, like a blood-sucking jackal, surrounding Chen Qisheng's Dao Foundation Dan.

"How can the Wudang inheritance that killed people be stronger than my Dragon and Tiger Daoism? Lord of the Shepherd Dao, today you should be shepherded by me, Zhang Qingli!"

Zhang Qingli held up the five fingers of his right hand, and the divine thoughts in his palm gathered like a sword. The sword body was also tempered with poisonous fanaticism, and he aimed at the seriously injured Chen Qisheng from a distance.

Zheng!

The light and shadow rushed straight through the eyebrows!

"Stupid disciple, your life is gone, why don't you surrender?"

Sun Luyou spoke in a trembling voice, trying to rush out of the door, but was imprisoned in place by an invisible force, and his old face with ravines and gullies was full of mottled tears.

Chen Qisheng raised a bitter smile with a bloody mouth, and slowly closed his eyes.

He didn't extinguish the blood courage and wait for death, nor could he bear the pain of burning soul in his body.

But he didn't want to see his master's face being manipulated because of his insult again.

Zheng!

The sword sounded sharply, but there was no pain of piercing the skull.

Chen Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes and saw a blue figure standing in front of him.

The true energy in his body had clearly dried up, so how could a heroic spirit appear?

Was it another illusion caused by the pollution of the Dragon and Tiger Fanatics?

Just as Chen Qisheng was in doubt, he heard a familiar voice that he had not heard for a long time suddenly sounded in front of him.

"A bunch of bastards. Our junior brother has been beaten like this, and you guys can still keep calm?"

Chen Qisheng was shocked and murmured.

"Senior Brother Zhao"