Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 690: Fanaticism Like Poison
There was a constant roar on Longhu Mountain.

Talismans rolled across the night sky like a sea, with bright and dazzling red patterns on the body of the talismans, exploding into large balls of colorful and deadly colors. All kinds of magical instruments were shooting out, bringing up storm-like sound waves, chasing a silver-white figure wrapped in azure energy.

But no matter whether it is talismans or magical instruments, for the new Taoist school, their most powerful weapon is still the divine consciousness that has been tempered through thousands of trials in the dream world.

It is a pity that although the vulnerable thoughts have a certain suppression of Chen Qisheng, it is far from being fatal.

An old-school Taoist priest who practiced both spirit and flesh had a resistance to divine attacks that was much stronger than Zhang Qingli had expected.

Although he was very reluctant, he had to admit that although they were both at the third level, he and his opponent were completely incomparable in terms of fighting.

Chen Qisheng had withstood so many attacks from the new sect, and was still alive and well. But if he was hit by a single sword, he would probably have to pay a very painful price, and might even lose his life.

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

Zhang Qingli sighed helplessly, then thought again, if that waste Zhang Chongyuan had not wasted all the sealed Dao sequence of Mount Longhu, he would not have had to fight so hard today.

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

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

"It is better to unite with the outside world than to unite with the outside world. Zhang Tianshi, what you failed to do back then, your disciple Zhang Qingli will do today!"

Zhang Qingli's eyes flashed with concentration and excitement, and he raised his arms and waved forward!
The Huangliang Talisman, the spiritual seal, and the chaos of ancient people.

The divine consciousness that spread out from his body carried a silent command, and the Longhu Mountain Taoist order that surrounded him moved as it obeyed the command. They were like moths flying towards a flame, and with faces full of fanaticism, they rushed straight towards Chen Qisheng.

boom! boom! boom!
A black glow shone under the cracked skin, and the cracks on the Taoist bones looked like ferocious Taoist patterns. One Taoist sequence after another exploded around Chen Qisheng like human-shaped talismans.

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

When the new faction is practiced in Huangliang, the order becomes no longer rare. The low person is the best in the hands of the superiors, and it is also the most powerful rune and magic weapon.

In this regard, Zhang Qingli and Zhang Xiji's style of doing things is exactly the same, even more brutal!

"Well"

Chen Qisheng let out a muffled groan, and his spiritual power, which had been concentrated to the extreme, pierced into his head like a sharp cone. A sharp pain like that of a slow torture made his face suddenly turn pale.

The trouble does not end there. These new Taoist thoughts that have invaded the mind also carry memories as vast as the ocean. Any one of them is equivalent to thousands of years of worldly experience and the struggles and reincarnations of dozens of worlds.

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

In the temple, a poem was written in blue and burned as a sacrifice to the feathered ministers in heaven.

A swordsman who roams the world with a sword to slay demons and monsters.

They built huts and temples in the deep mountains to meditate on the nature.

The barefoot Taoist priest who burns yellow paper and uses magic water to cheat people in the market.
In the various scenes, the characters that appear are all Chen Qisheng's faces without exception.

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

Chen Qi had never seen or heard of this strange technical method before.

"Chen Qisheng, you are not the only genius born by luck in this world. The dispute between the old and the new that was never settled back then should be put to an end today."

Amid the roar of the self-explosions, Zhang Qingli's voice could still be clearly heard.

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

Boom!
It is neither a morning bell nor an evening drum, but the bell ringing in the middle of the night has a great power that can penetrate people's hearts.

At this moment, no matter whether they were practicing in the dream cave or reviewing their gains and losses in the Taoist temple, none of them could resist the summoning power carried by the bell. They all knelt on the ground and worshiped Zhang Qingli who was hovering in the air.

The expressions on their faces also 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 hovered on the top of Longhu Mountain like a dark cloud. It was a spectacular sight.

Not only that, the sound of the bell spread in all directions, covering the Guixi City at the foot of the mountain.

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

Countless voices came from all directions, the mysterious and inexplicable sound of chanting sutras roared, and at the same time, an ocean of devout faith surged up, the momentum was terrifying!
Chen Qisheng is no stranger to this scene.

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

But compared to the terrifying and oppressive power like the might of heaven when Zhang Xiji released the technique, this technique in Zhang Qingli's hands exuded a creepy and strange smell, as if it wanted to eat him alive without leaving a single trace.

What Zhang Xiji used were the fanatics born in the Huangliang Cave, but what Zhang Qingli was sacrificing at this moment were clearly living lives!

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

Or maybe you suddenly have an epiphany while in a high position and resolutely give up all worldly glory.
Or maybe you encountered your lifelong enemy while traveling the world, and suddenly realized your mistake after the defeat.
Or maybe you met a like-minded friend while you were practicing in the mountains, and you agreed to travel the world together.
Or maybe you, who have been wandering in the market, finally got a golden opportunity to enter the mountain gate and seek shelter.
Coincidentally, his experience ended with him climbing Mount Longhu, kneeling down and begging in front of the Tianshi Mansion, hoping to get mercy from his Zhang family.

Veins bulged on Chen Qisheng's forehead and his face turned red. Countless modified images were invading his original memory.

If everything is covered up, the result is predictable. Chen Qisheng will completely lose himself and become Zhang Qingli's lackey.

"Chen Qisheng, the division of martial arts had just come to an end, and Wudang Mountain was at its peak. It was known for its 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, as a melee warrior in black armor, had no choice but to try his best to protect Chen Qisheng's immobile body and barely dodge the attacking "human-shaped talismans".

However, the spiritual impact caused by the self-explosion also caused great damage to him. After a short time, the armored body had become tattered, and the core hidden deep inside was covered with cracks.

Pfft!

The trembling wrist suddenly retracted the sword, and in front of Chang Jun's astonished gaze, he cut off a large piece of flesh from the arm that had lost the arm armor.

The pain of flesh and blood made Chen Qisheng a short -term soberness. Regardless of the severe resistance of the long army, he forcibly got out of the armor and kicked the opponent.

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

Under the mottled and fallen skin was a steel skeleton emitting black fanatical flames, which exploded with a loud bang!

boom!
Chen Qisheng flew backwards, and a cluster of flames seemed like a living creature, and he kept drilling in his body.

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

Zhang Qingli's Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. He spread his arms with his palms facing up. Behind him was an endless, undulating sea of ​​black fanatics.

"They are conceited, thinking they can protect hundreds of millions of Taoists with the power of a single sect!" "They are hypocritical, coveting the false title of the so-called 'ancestral home of Taoism'!"

"They are greedy and want to unite the world's faith and give birth to the Second Great Ancestor to lead the world!"

Zhang Qingli raised his head and laughed out loud: "In the eyes of the old Taoist order, these Taoist believers are just 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 schools. 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 distance in mid-air, submerged in the dragon and tiger fanaticism.

"Come into my school, let me lead you and show you the true way of heaven!"

Amid the loud shouts, the flame of fanaticism burning in Chen Qisheng became more and more intense.

In his sight, countless changing and intertwined images have come to the same point. Hundreds of him with different clothes and temperaments are standing in front of the open door of Tianshi Mansion.

Behind the gate, Zhang Qingli sat cross-legged on a bright yellow cushion, with a warm gaze and a gentle smile, exuding unparalleled charm.

It is like a god born from heaven, a man transformed by the Tao. If you approach it, you can obtain the truth, and if you learn it, you can become an immortal right away.

Talismans, magic weapons, golden elixir, cave heaven authority... all the things that countless Taoists dream of all their lives are behind the door.

As long as Chen Qisheng can cross that threshold, everything will be within his reach.

Chen Qisheng stood up tremblingly, his unfocused pupils staring blankly at the void in front of him.

He was seen slowly raising his hands and feet, and 'Chen Qisheng' in countless memories also moved at the same time.

But just as he was about to step over the threshold, Zhang Qingli's eyes, which were filled with ecstasy, suddenly froze.

One foot landed heavily, but instead of stepping over it, it stepped right on the threshold.

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

Pfft!

A long sword pierced into his abdomen, 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 strip him naked, tie him up and put him in front of the door, maybe I'll be interested in crossing 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's strong willpower.

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

Zheng!
Chen Qisheng turned his wrist and shook the sword, and thunder suddenly appeared in his cold eyes, and a strong murderous intent like a tsunami rushed out!
The figure shot out like a bolt of lightning!

"He has thick skin and tough flesh, so he's really hard to kill."

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

In an instant, the Dragon and Tiger Taoist priests who were originally kneeling on the ground and kowtowing raised their heads, their eyes red and fierce, with fierce momentum.

As long as they reached the rank, no matter how high or low, they would fly into the air at the same time and form a human wall in front of Zhang Qingli.

At the same time, balls of flame split out from the condensed sea of ​​fanaticism, wrapped around the bodies of these Daoxu and rushed towards Chen Qisheng.

"But why should I ever need to attract you?"

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

boom! boom! boom!
Huge ripples appeared in the shattered body, and the divine consciousness that spread in all directions was like a wave sweeping over, constantly hitting the blood-stained figure.

The dark sky looked like an upside-down ocean, and the boundless sea was filled with unstoppable waves, making Chen Qisheng's figure appear so conspicuous and lonely.

boom!
Two or three feet away from Zhang Qingli only districts, Chen Qisheng was blown out again by the self -explosion of the last "Dao Four Four Characters".

A flood of fanatics took advantage of the opportunity and rushed in. The reincarnation illusion that had originally shattered condensed again and appeared in Chen Qisheng's sight.

However, this time, the person waiting behind the door was no longer Zhang Qingli who was sitting cross-legged, but an old Taoist priest with gloomy brows and angry eyes.

Old-school Taoist preface, Sun Luyou!

"master."

Chen Qisheng clenched his teeth, his eyes twitched, and the veins on his right hand, which was holding the door, were clearly visible, and his fingertips were digging into the wood.

"Evil disciple, you have been shown mercy by the sect, but if you don't repent now, when will you?!"

With bursts of shouts, bone-gnawing fanaticism quickly shuttled through his lungs, like a blood-sucking jackal, surrounding Chen Qishengdao Fund Dan.

"How can the Wudang tradition, which killed many people, be stronger than my Dragon and Tiger Sect? Lord of the Pastoral Sect, you should be herded by me, Zhang Qingli, today!"

Zhang Qingli stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, and his mind gathered in his palm like a sword. The sword was also tempered with poison and was aimed at the seriously injured Chen Qisheng from a distance.

Zheng!
The light and shadow rushed straight into the center of the eyebrows!
"Foolish disciple, why don't you surrender if your life is at stake?"

Sun Luyou opened his mouth in a trembling voice and tried to rush out the door, but was restrained in place by an invisible force. His old face, with wrinkles all over it, was covered with mottled tear marks.

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

He was not waiting to die because his blood and courage had been extinguished, nor was he unable to endure the pain of his soul burning in his body.

But he didn't want to see his master's face because he was insulted and manipulated again.

Zheng!
The sword sounded sharp, but there was no pain of piercing the skull.

Chen Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes and saw a blue figure blocking his way.

The true energy in his body has clearly dried up, so how is it possible for a heroic spirit to appear?
Could this be another illusion created by the pollution caused by the Dragon and Tiger fanatics?
Just when 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 up like this, and you guys can still keep your composure?"

Chen Qisheng looked shocked and murmured.

"Brother Zhao"

(End of this chapter)