Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 676: Yanzun Zhanshun
Clouds cover the white moon and fog shrouds the mountains.

The Yongle Dao Mountain, which was covered with lush greenery not long ago, is now stained with blood.

There were broken limbs hanging between tree branches, severed arms thrown in the thorn bushes, and heads with eyes open rolling along the mountain path. Just when they showed signs of stopping, they were knocked away with a "bang" by another head rolling down next to them.

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

While wreaking havoc and slaughtering people, Shen Li even discovered that he had a lot of martial arts power in his body that he had never cultivated before.

The two most powerful ones among them are as mighty as a torrent and as sharp as a sword unsheathed.

It is Li Jun's martial arts strength, explosive power and sharp force!
Every move Shen Li made seemed to be releasing endless energy, and the approaching tide of Huangliang ghosts was swept away in an instant, washing away the ground into bones and minced meat.

As for those talismans and flying swords, they didn't hurt him at all when they landed on his body, and even breaking his skin seemed to be a matter of course.

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

Shen Li couldn't help but marvel in his heart. It was not until this moment that he truly realized Zou Sijiu's true strength.

However, what shocked Shen Li even more was the crackling sound of the locks in his body breaking.

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

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

Just as Shen Li was daydreaming, the figures swaying 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 are scared.

Although there are strings of control hanging from their bodies, it does not mean that they are just dead objects without self-awareness.

On the contrary, these Huangliang ghosts were born from hundreds of different dreams linked to Yongle Cave Heaven. 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 respective dreams. Now, under Shen Tu's "dream-making", they all believe that they are enlightened people who have successfully broken through the constraints of the small world after going through disasters and ascended to the "immortal world".

I am the genuine Yongle Daoxu!
The only thing they couldn't understand was why there was such a powerful evil demon in the sect of the "Fairyland".

And why did the 'immortal' who guided him get beaten like this?
Aren’t immortals invincible?

Countless pairs of astonished and uneasy eyes looked towards the direction of the Sanqing Temple on the top of the mountain.

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

Zou Sijiu stood at the edge of the pit with his hands in his pockets. The roaring rain moved away from him an inch away, as if it did not 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 East Palace, and I am really tired of it."

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

Shen Tu slowly raised his head, his face, which was mixed with rain and blood, had a calm expression, and he did not look like a man who was about to die at all.

"You are an anomaly that the East Palace did not expect, but that does not mean you have the ability to escape from the will of heaven. In the deep sea of ​​desire, no matter how you struggle, you will ultimately be nothing more than a prisoner of the sea of ​​sin and love, and you will never be able to escape."

"Can you say something we can understand? Even if you want to act serious 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 move, I can't see any deterrent effect no matter how I look at it."

"Of course you understand what I'm saying, but you no longer have a chance."

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

"I, Master Zou, would have died countless times if I had waited for the East Palace to give me a chance. If you don't hand it over, I will have no choice but to send you away."

Shen Tu's mutilated body fell into the flowing filth, but strangely broke into pieces of light and floated up to the sky.

Zou Sijiu's eyes darkened slightly and he looked up.

When his eyes met these spots of light, it seemed to trigger them, and pictures flashed across his eyes.

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

It was the ecstatic smile on his face when he took out the precious money he had accumulated for a long time and finally exchanged it for a back door, and it was the excitement and anticipation he felt when he stood in front of the newly opened Peace Hotel.

It is the dark and narrow alleys of the Chongqing Shiba Ti slum, the golden building shining brightly in the flames, the underground stripping field of the Black Dragon Capital in the Japanese area, the funeral procession in the heavy snow in Liaodong, and the city drowned in blood and flesh, the roar of the people in Tianque who are unwilling to give up.
The light spots that can trigger the picture explode in the air, and the mottled light and shadows twist and dance, like torches illuminating a path in the rainy night, or 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, which was frightened by Shen Li's killing, suddenly became extremely excited, and came back howling again, emitting an aura that was even more powerful and brutal than before.

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

Figures emerged from the twisting flames, tall, short, fat and thin.

But without exception, they all wore old-fashioned black robes, high hats and wide belts, like ancient people walking out of the long history.

Zou Sijiu looked at them expressionlessly. Some of these people were strangers to him, some were still fresh in his memory, and some had just died in his hands.

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

In the East Palace, Lu Hu, who was nicknamed "Shaman Lord", wrote down the dream master's rule [Forbidden Blood Cage].

Tianyue, nicknamed 'King of Nightmares', wrote down the dream master's rule [Time flies like a shuttle].

Zhao Yin, whose nickname is "Si Ming", wrote down the dream master's rules [Pulling Thread Theater].

Shen Tu, whose lord name is 'Zhu Long', wrote down the dream master's rule [Tao Du Breaks the Barrier].

Zhai Chong, whose nickname is 'Shangguan', wrote down the dream master's rule [Pai Yan Tian Fang].

Yin Wen, nicknamed "Mountain Ghost", wrote down the dream master's rules [Yimeng Tingfeng].

Of the nine lords of the Eastern Palace in the Yin-Yang Order, only six appeared at this moment.

'Dongjun' Hu'e and 'Xizhu' Mou'an, whose dream master rules were snatched away by Zou Sijiu, did not appear. It seemed that only the two of them were truly dead.

In other words, without the dream master's rules that can be passed down, later generations will no longer be able to sit on their thrones.

"Unkillable? That's nonsense."

A disdainful sneer appeared on Zou Sijiu's lips, not only for what Shen Tu had just said, but also for the East Palace's approach.

Although everyone in the sky was one of the Nine Lords, their positions were clearly defined. Those who had fought with Zou Sijiu were Zhao Yin and Shen Tu, who lagged behind and were scattered behind two people named Zhai Chong and Yin Wen.

But the position in the center is empty.

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

"Welcome to the Lord God." Everyone in the East Palace bowed their hands in salute, their expressions of reverence all in the same way.

"It's that kind of bullshit again. Do you never get tired of it?"

Zou Sijiu folded his hands over his chest, raised his brows, and cursed, but his eyes were fixed on the figure that was gradually becoming clearer.

When no one was paying attention, the veins on his palms clasped on his arms were clearly visible, and he was gripping his arms tightly, as if trying to stop himself from bowing like others.

The flames died down, and a young man with long hair stepped out.

At the same time, the voice echoing in Zou Sijiu's ears also revealed the other party's identity and name.

It is the last of the Nine Lords who is missing, and also the true master of the Yin Yang Sequence East Palace!
The king's title is "Shenjun", the second derivative of the Yin-Yang sequence, Zhan Shun.

"Zou Sijiu, do you understand your current situation?"

Finally, he met the truly top figure in the Yin-Yang Order. If it were before he met Li Jun, Zou Sijiu might have already bowed down in worship.

After all, during the days when he was wandering around the empire, he had sighed in his heart countless times, imagining that if he could get to know such a person one day, he would definitely use any means necessary to get close to him, serve him at his beck and call, and then live a life of wealth and glory with the support of a big tree.

There is no need to struggle anymore to survive and roll around in this filthy world.

But at this moment, when the fantasy became reality, Zou Sijiu felt no ripples in his heart, and even felt inexplicably ridiculous.

"Of course I understand. Fu Li and Zhang Chongcheng are just deceptive fronts. You sons don't have the guts to fight to the end with Zhang Xiji, who has become Huang Liang's mistress. You should be satisfied to grab half of the authority of Yongle Palace."

Zou Sijiu wiped his temples with his hands and opened his mouth to exhale a puff of white mist.

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

Zhan Shun nodded when he heard that. The features on his face were quite strange. He kept switching between different looks, men and women, old and young, women and children, and so on. It was impossible to tell which face was his true appearance.

Since I couldn't see his face, there was naturally no expression to speak of. I could only hear a faint smile in his voice.

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

Zou Sijiu sneered and said, "Old man Zhang is much more honest than you guys."

"So, you are willing to be a bait for Zhang Fengyue?"

"I'm grateful for what I've done to you, and I'm soft-hearted. Master Zou's principle has always been to repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude. If someone smiles at me, I won't roll my eyes in return."

"It seems that your personality is very different from the traditional Yin-Yang order."

Zhan Shun said thoughtfully, "This situation may be related to Li Jun's lone martial arts master, or it may be due to your dissatisfaction with the suffering you have experienced, which has changed the trajectory of your life."

Zou Sijiu was no stranger to this way of speaking, as he had often used it when he was secretly concocting inferior dreams and selling them to make a living.

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

Or it could be used on a yellow millet ghost that was accidentally derived.

"You mentioned earlier that when someone smiles at you, you return the favor. So how do you think they are smiling now?"

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

This weird 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 subject. Perhaps I can try to separate you and fill the two vacant thrones."

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

"One has a cold heart and is merciless in killing people. He controls [Longevity of Heaven and Earth] and [Eternal Restraint of the Yellow Earth]. This combination should be quite effective."

The changing facial features of Zhan Shun suddenly froze on a child's smiling face. He clasped his hands together, clapped his hands and laughed, extremely 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.

It was not until he had the urge to take action that he discovered that the four Dream Master Rules in his hand had all fallen silent without him noticing.

"The essence of the Dream Lord's rules is that Huang Liang gives rewards and protection to his worthy descendants. Since you are disrespectful to Huang Liang, I will take back his reward from you."

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

One of them stretched out his hand and drew a sharp sword from the void, while the other one turned his wrist and grabbed the hanging silk thread, and rushed straight towards Zou Sijiu who was "unarmed" at the moment.

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

Zou Sijiu raised his hand and rubbed his brows. He didn't seem to be affected too much by the silence of the Dream Master's rule. He smiled and said to himself, "Fortunately, Master Zou never likes to fight alone."

"Right, Sister Yuan?"

Just at this time.

"Of course, who would be bullied for not having brothers or sisters?"

The clear and crisp voice suddenly rang out, resounding throughout the entire cave.

There are no falling flowers, and no golden lotuses emerging from the ground.

Just after these words, which did not have any Zen or Buddhist rhyme at all, the raging wind and rainstorm in the sky came to an abrupt end, and rays of light from the sky tore through the heavy dark clouds.

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

Shen Tu and Zhao Yin, who were halfway through the attack, also could not escape the sunlight and were burned to ashes, and then appeared again behind Zhan Shun.

"Get away."

Ripples spread out behind Zou Sijiu, and a white, slender hand rested on his shoulder.

A cold and beautiful face emerged from the ripples
The charm and attractiveness of the past are gone, but also the kindness and compassion of the Buddha are gone.

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

The Bodhisattvas of the Ten Directions in the Second Preface to the Buddha.

The second derivative of the Yin-Yang sequence.

Two great gods broke into the Yongle Dongtian, a small temple that was about to collapse, today!

(End of this chapter)