Cyber Daming

boom!

The majestic mountain gate, symbolizing the 'Taomen Ancestral Court', was completely shattered by thunder and fire falling from the sky.

The fire that burned down the Taoist temple all over the mountain was finally unsustainable and was blown out by the biting cold wind, revealing the green mountain.

The sudden burst of blue energy was like a torrent, sweeping away the dark fanaticism that filled the mountains and plains.

ticking

Scarlet blood continued to drip down the armor, and in an instant, a spreading pool of blood formed under his feet.

Under the shattered Zhenqi Dharma that was struck like rain and thunder, Chen Qisheng's head was lowered, and the sword in his hand was dim and full of cracks.

High in the sky, Zhang Xiji's facial features filled with ferocity and madness gradually revealed excitement.

"Dragon and Tiger are gone, and you Wudang will also be buried with you, and everyone will die!"

Zhang Xiji raised his hand and pressed it down, and another bolt of thunder struck down with a roar of seal script.

Boom!

The incomplete form let out an unwilling roar and completely melted in the lightning.

Zhang Xiji's Huangliang seal script was not stopped, as if he was going to chop Chen Qisheng to death in one go.

Dazzling white light gathered above his head, but Chen Qisheng, who was standing in a pool of blood, still showed no reaction, as if he had lost all consciousness.

At the critical moment, the scarred ink armor broke away on its own and rose into the sky with the sword.

The thunder pillar as thick as a bucket collided head-on with Changjun. The armored body, which was already a powerful crossbow, could no longer hold on and was instantly shattered under the impact of the lightning.

The fragments of the ink armor were scattered in all directions, and a piece of the ink armor core, which was only the size of a finger, fell from the sky and was gently caught by an open palm.

"Chen Qisheng, even if you can be promoted from a modulation Taoist to an old-school Tao Xusan, you still can't get rid of the miserable fate of this life."

Seeing that the outcome of the battle was decided, Shi Qing's figure finally appeared in the illusion.

As the flag-bearer of this 'position industry', he just raised his hand slightly towards the sky. Zhang Xiji, who looked like a madman, was immediately restrained by numerous invisible shackles, and the Huangliang Seal Technique in his hand that was ready to go was immediately dissipated.

At the same time, a tyrannical force invaded Chen Qisheng's body, and his open right hand became uncontrollable. His fingers were closed one by one, as if to crush the core of Chang Jun's ink armor.

"The Sequence that upholds faith is bound by fate, but the Zongheng Sequence is born to break fate. Destroy this ink armor as your pledge of surrender, and I can give you another chance to surrender."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Qing's eyes suddenly filled with blood.

Phew!

Chen Qisheng's left hand was pointed like a knife, and he cut off his right hand, which was controlled by Nahe, at the wrist.

Zhang Xiji, who was hovering in mid-air, suddenly burst into an angry roar, like a wild beast that had been robbed of its prey.

"Noisy!"

Chen Qisheng's stubbornness made Shi Qing frown and feel angry. He waved his sleeves, and a large area of ​​rich, sticky black madness surged out of the void again.

Part of it turned into a slender black whip and was whipped towards the restless Zhang Xiji.

The rest swarmed towards Chen Qisheng, completely engulfing his figure, and there was a sizzling sound of corroded flesh and blood.

Shi Qing said in a cold tone: "No matter how you struggle, the most you can do is let me put in more effort, but it can't change your outcome. In the end, you can only join this vertical and horizontal industry that is sweeping the entire world. Not just you, but all the people in the world." People can’t escape either.”

"With the general trend, those who obey will prosper, and those who go against will perish. Actively joining is your only choice. Otherwise, when His Majesty completely controls the Huangliang throne, you will be the next Zhang Xiji!"

"You keep talking about the general trend, and every word is true to your position. You said that Zonghengxu wants to break destiny. Isn't this the fate that binds every Mingren written by you Zonghengxu?"

An extremely tired voice suddenly came out from the surging madness.

"But what does this have to do with me, Master Dao? Do you want me to surrender to my fate? Impossible."

Shi Qing snorted coldly and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a flash of azure color popping out of the dark madness!

click

The cracking sounds came one after another, and the increasingly ferocious Qi dispelled the mad belief. Chen Qisheng's exposed skin was like cracked porcelain, and the whirling Taoist elixir brought out ear-piercing screams, emanating from every crack in his body. Burst out.

A strong fear instantly enveloped Shi Qing. The pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank, and he immediately understood what Chen Qisheng was going to do.

He's going to blow himself up!

Although he had long expected this possibility, when he actually faced him, Shi Qing couldn't help but feel frightened by Chen Qisheng's decisiveness and ruthlessness.

There was also a hint of confusion and irritation.

Why do some people always overestimate their own capabilities and try to block the general trend?

Without any hesitation, Shi Qing pulled away and flew back. At the same time, he released the restraints on Zhang Xiji and forced him to pounce on Chen Qisheng as the flag bearer.

The fanaticism stored in Huangliang also poured out without reservation at this moment.

But the next moment, Shi Qing's expression suddenly changed drastically.

I saw that the Daoxu fanaticism that was pouring out was not as docile in front of Shi Qing as before, like an arm and a finger. Instead, like spiritual wisdom, it gathered around him, forming a black quagmire, trapping Shi Qing in it.

"Zhan Shun?!"

Without thinking at all, Shi Qing guessed the initiator behind all this.

Shi Qing was not surprised that Zhan Shun rebelled.

Because everyone has ulterior motives and hides a knife behind their back. But what he didn't expect was that this yellow beam ghost would attack them one step ahead!

"His Majesty."

Shi Qing shouted in his heart, but suddenly a ferocious and ferocious face came into his sight.

Bang!

Zhang Xiji, who was in a state of turmoil and should have become a puppet, smashed Shi Qing's head with a punch.

The incomplete body was swallowed by the fanatic and chewed into a piece of eerie white bones.

Zhang Xiji slowly turned to face Chen Qisheng, his pupils were still filled with a strong black meaning, and there was no white in his eyes.

But in Chen Qisheng's eyes, he clearly felt that Zhang Xiji at this moment was completely different from before.

"You are not dead?"

Chen Qisheng's body was full of blue light, and he screamed fiercely. The golden elixir flying in his stomach could no longer stop.

"My body is dead, my Dao is gone, and my body is gone. Even so, there are still many people who think that my death is too simple."

Zhang Xiji laughed at himself: "Zhu Yiyan, Zhan Shun, Zhang Fengyue, my Tianshi joined Dao Huangliang to survive, but I never thought that it would be a handle for others, and in the end, I couldn't even die in peace."

Chen Qisheng remained silent, and took a step towards Zhang Xiji despite the severe pain of the soul-eating.

"With your current state, you still want to fight with me?"

Zhang Xiji smiled contemptuously, and waved his sleeves, and saw a large number of fanatics rushing up, drilling into the cracks all over Chen Qisheng's body, and forcibly ate up the true energy that Chen Qisheng exploded with his life, draining the last firepower of the Dao Foundation Pill.

But at the same time, it was like stitching together Chen Qisheng's body that was about to fall apart.

"What do you mean?"

"Shi Qing didn't lie to you. Now Zonghengxu holds the position. If you join them, you can not only survive, but also rebuild Wudang's position and break into the second level of Daoxu."

Zhang Xiji asked, "Why didn't you surrender just now?"

"What is position?" Chen Qisheng asked instead of answering.

"The country, the people's hearts, the ancestral foundation, the imperial power, the divine power, and the orthodoxy of the sect."

Zhang Xiji said without thinking, but under the gaze of the young Taoist, his voice faded and he closed his mouth.

Boom.

Behind Chen Qisheng, the devastated Wudang Mountain also came to an end and could no longer stand, collapsing in a roar that resounded through the world.

"Wudang doesn't need to be rebuilt at all, and position is not something that Daoxu should pursue."

The illusion was crumbling, and the biting wind and snow poured in.

"It is only false gods that need recognition from outsiders, not real immortals."

Zhang Xiji was silent for a long time, and suddenly he raised his head and burst into laughter.

"This Heavenly Master has worked hard for the order of Taoism all his life, and it is difficult for him to be inferior to Zhang Fengyue. Now even a Taoist child born in his own sect dares to teach this Heavenly Master in person with such a grandiose and arrogant talk. How ridiculous!"

"Chen Qisheng, who do you think you are?!"

The old Taoist's tone suddenly became extremely fierce, his figure flashed, and his sword fingers pierced Chen Qisheng's eyebrows.

"Since you don't want to be born in Zongheng, then die in Huangliang and be a companion to this poor Taoist!"

Bang!

The sword finger hit the forehead hard, and Chen Qisheng's mind rang with a loud bell.

The poisonous fanaticism that originally filled his body and occupied his limbs and bones, melted rapidly under the bell sound like residual snow under the scorching sun.

Disappeared along with Chen Qisheng's fatal injuries.

"Hmph!"

A muffled groan of extreme anger came from the void, and even more fanatics surged out from the ubiquitous Huangliang.

The tide of black light covered the sky and the sun, faintly condensing into a human face.

"Stop shouting, this Heavenly Master is already dead, who are you still believing in?!"

Zhang Xiji's words seemed to follow the law of his words. The moment the voice fell, countless shrill cries and wails were heard in the black tide, as if in the Huangliang dream, millions of believers of the new school of Daoxu were kneeling and crying.

The Taoist spread his sword fingers, grabbed Chen Qisheng's head with five fingers, and threw him out with his hand.

"Zhan Shun, who do you think you are? Do you want to control me, Zhang Xiji?"

The former source of Daoxu turned his head and looked at Chen Qisheng, the black in his eyes gradually faded, and his eyes were dim and meaningful.

"Don't have any extra illusions. This Heavenly Master believes that I have done nothing wrong, and I will not reconcile with you, the old and stubborn ones. If you surrender today, I will never let you, the remnant of Wudang, go. Rather than letting the Dao order become someone else's running dog, it is better for this Heavenly Master to personally sever this order."

The fanaticism that shattered into fireflies was extinguished bit by bit, and Zhang Xiji's figure was also rapidly fading.

"Zhang Fengyue, you old and scheming bastard, actually deceived this Heavenly Master around, you are really very scheming! If the world you envisioned can really come true, then I will compete with you in the next life!"

The heroic laughter echoed in the vast ice and snow.

Chen Qisheng fell to the ground with his head up, looking at the moon that quietly revealed a corner in the night.

"Whether you kill people like crazy or are kindhearted, there is no such thing as repentance for those who want to defy the will of heaven."

The young Taoist muttered, "It's just the pride of looking down on others."

"Humph!"

Zhu Yiyan suddenly snorted coldly, his face visibly darkened.

"I didn't expect you to have a trick up your sleeve on Zhang Xiji. Did you know that Zhan Shun could replicate him from Huangliang?"

"I didn't know."

Zhang Fengyue's calm answer sounded like naked ridicule in Zhu Yiyan's ears.

"Don't pretend here. In order to achieve the checks and balances you want, you can put aside your status and collude with a Huangliang ghost like Zhan Shun! Zhang Fengyue, I really underestimated your despicableness."

Zhu Yiyan's eyes were cold, and he said in a cold voice: "But do you think that the death of Shi Qing can make me surrender and compromise with you? Wishful thinking! I tell you, in the face of the great situation, your mathematics and art are vulnerable!"

The old man sighed silently and stopped answering. His eyes passed by the ferocious-looking Emperor Jiaqi and looked at the huge figure like a mountain in the distance.

When the other party raised his hands and feet, the whole Jinling City was trembling.

Even though they were far apart, the wind waves that swept here were still fierce, shaking the dead tree behind the old man.

"I have never been good at mathematics and art."

"Zhang Fengyue"

In the heavy rain of Chengdu Prefecture, Zhan Shun, who stood in the air, was full of resentment and looked up to the northwest.

Zhang Xiji was an important chess piece he stole from Zhu Yiyan, and he was also the most powerful Huangliang ghost he had ever controlled.

In his plan, Zhang Xiji should have used the fanatic to capture Chen Qisheng after killing Shi Qing, as a trump card for him to seize power and threaten Li Jun.

But he never expected that Zhang Xiji, who had obviously become a Huangliang ghost, would suddenly develop self-awareness at the last moment and would not hesitate to destroy his own existence to resist Huangliang's will.

There is no doubt that this is definitely a trap set by Zhang Fengyue a long time ago.

It may even be a pit dug for himself by him and Zhu Yiyan.

Thinking of this, Zhan Shun's heart was like the sun, and everything became clear.

Zhang Xiji, who was once the "Huangliang of the Dao", left many special believers for resurrection in the major caves of the new school of Daoxu. These believers live in a dream built with Zhang Xiji's personal experience as a template.

These believers who also have the identity of "Zhang Tianshi" are the same as Zhang Xiji in all other aspects except that they have no rank. They are excellent furnaces for taking over the body.

So after instigating Zhang Xiji to go and kill Zhang Fengyue, Zhan Shun had been waiting outside these caves for a long time, just waiting for the other party to fall into the trap.

Although Zhang Xiji chose to give up the opportunity to resurrect and let his body disappear, which was beyond Zhan Shun's expectation.

But all these 'anchor points' fell into Zhan Shun's hands.

At this time, Zhu Yiyan just delivered the technical method of the new school of Daoxu to manipulate fanatics, allowing Zhan Shun to have the ability to create a new 'Zhang Xiji'.

Now the countless Huangliang ghosts that he carefully cultivated all had their faith collapsed because of Zhang Xiji's suicide and died in various dreams.

The entire Huangliang industry was severely damaged.

Recalling these kinds of 'accidents' and 'coincidences', Zhan Shun was more and more convinced that he had been fooled.

Huh.

There was a sudden gust of wind behind him, and Zhan Shun, who was furious, turned around and swung a whip kick, directly whipping the attacking figure away.

Boom!

Zou Sijiu's flying figure was pulled into a blurred straight line, and crashed heavily into a tall building.

The smoke and dust just started to rise, but was directly dispersed by dense raindrops.

Zou Sijiu pushed away the gravel pressing on his body, sat up, looked at the figure in the air, and showed an undisguised sarcastic smile on his face.

"Mr. Zhan, do you feel that you have been cheated and feel wronged?"