Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 691: Killing Dragons and Tigers
"Who said we were watching a show? This person just woke up and hasn't had time to come back to his senses yet."

"I never thought that one day we would be able to attack Mount Longhu. Zhenwu is a spirit, and this life is worthwhile!"

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. It's time to settle old scores with them!"

"Where is the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and who is that person named Zhang?!"

Amidst the passionate shouts, azure blue figures walked out of Chen Qisheng's body one after another.

The heart-scorching and bone-eating dragon-tiger fanatics did not let them go either. They rushed out from Chen Qisheng's seven orifices, whistling and chasing after him, vowing to burn these creatures, who were not sure whether they were human or ghosts, into ashes.

However, these poisonous fanatics who tortured Chen Qisheng to such an extreme pain seemed extremely weak in their hands, without any power to resist. The strands of silk were grasped in their hands, twisting and struggling like snakes, and then they looked at them with contempt, and then swallowed them into their stomachs with a smile.

"These are the things that his Zhang family has been tinkering with for decades? There's nothing special about them."

"Even the incense has gone bad. It seems that the reputation of our Daoxu has been completely ruined in their hands."

"No problem, let's destroy Longhu Mountain today and bring peace to the Dao Sect!"

The azure blue figures lined up in front of Chen Qisheng, shoulders and elbows pressed against each other, like an indestructible human wall.

As the black flames of fanaticism burning on his body slowly died down, all the illusions before Chen Qisheng's eyes collapsed.

The Dao Foundation Pill that had resolved the crisis began to circulate in the body again, and the newly generated true energy was much more condensed than before, and as viscous as liquid, nourishing Chen Qisheng's scarred body.

"how so."

Chen Qisheng's eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement.

In that Wudang dream, he clearly remembered that all the Wudang heroic spirits residing in Zhao Yanlong's body had been integrated into his own spiritual thoughts, exhausting himself and forming the foundation of his old-school Sequence Three.

But now, they appeared again when they were about to be devoured by the Dragon and Tiger Fanatics.

What exactly is going on?

"Although Wudang Mountain is gone, how could the elders of the sect just sit there and watch you being bullied? Although we are not good at scheming, we are not without any schemes."

As if sensing the surprised and puzzled gaze coming from behind him, Zhao Yanlong turned around and a hearty smile appeared on his illusory and transparent face.

"This is the last thing that the Wudang ancestors left for you. It is also the last thing that we, as your brothers, can do for you."

Zhao Yanlong laughed and said, "But I still want to thank you today, Junior Brother. I am very satisfied that I can use this last bit of my soul to kill a few more people from Longhu Mountain!"

"Cut off all the enemies' heads, eat all the enemies' flesh, whip the horse and set off again, how happy it is!"

"If we kill him again at Mount Longhu, it's no injustice for him to be a wandering ghost for the past few decades! It's not injustice at all!"

As everyone laughed in unison, a deafening roar was heard in the distant sky.

The black fanatics gathered together like a huge wave, overwhelming this direction.

"Live as a hero, die as a ghost hero"

Zhao Yanlong held his body high with his hands behind his back, looking proud, and regarded the rolling black tide in front of him as just a tiny trickle!

"My fellow disciples, come with me and clear the way for the Wudang Mujun!"

"Wudang disciples, obey the law!"

boom!
The surging waves that reached the sky and the earth exploded with a loud bang, and the figures that leaped out lost their illusory blue under the impact of the fanaticism, and returned to their original appearance.

Some are wearing white robes, some are wearing black robes, some are young, some are old.
No matter which Taoist temple on the mountain they once belonged to, whether they were good at practicing Taoism or killing enemies in their lifetime, at this moment their eyes were filled with the calmness of facing death with equanimity, and the joy of killing their enemies with their own hands.

"The Wudang remnants really have a back-up plan!"

Zhang Qingli had a ferocious expression on his face, and his words seemed to indicate that he had anticipated the sudden change, but his face no longer had any of his previous calmness.

"Chen Qisheng, you Wudang disciples are not the only ones willing to sacrifice your lives for the sect. I, Longhushan, can lead the new sect to rise. Why would I be afraid?!"

The fanatical black flames that surrounded Zhang Qingli for a hundred feet surged and condensed into an even larger dragon and tiger Taoist sequence.

"It's you?"

"It's you?!"

Exclamations came one after another, but the tones of the voices were completely different.

Some were overjoyed, while others were speechless with shock.

But whether they were afraid or happy, the distance between them was not enough to make them hesitate any longer.

The sea of ​​people collided and a fight to the death began!

boom!
Zhao Yanlong punched the man in front of him and blew up his head. He swallowed the scattered black flames of the fanatic in one gulp, as if he had eaten something tonic. His eyes suddenly sparkled. He raised his head and looked around at the enemies surrounding him. With a shake of his right hand, a sharp sword appeared in his palm.

Zheng!
The sword light like a chain slashed across, and several arms holding the talisman flew high, and the smelly blood sprayed in the air.

"die!"

Zhao Yanlong's eyes opened wide, and the sharp sword blade spun in a swift arc in the air, shaking up a group of frightened heads.

Black flames rolled, mixed with the piercing screams and wailing sounds of resentful souls who died with their eyes wide open.

"Who among you useless people from Mount Longhu dares to fight me?!"

Pfft!

Zhao Yanlong suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist, and a magic knife stabbed into his waist from the side!

"Well done!"

Zhao Yanlong laughed fiercely, his brows showing a mixture of ferocity and pleasure. He turned his wrist and stabbed the attacker's heart like an arrow, piercing him through in an instant. At the same time, he pulled out the short knife from his waist with his left hand and threw it straight into the opponent's face, twisting his wrist vigorously!
Black fanaticism gushed out from the wound and was grabbed by Zhao Yanlong and stuffed into his mouth.

"My fellow disciples, follow me and slay dragons and tigers!"

Zhao Yanlong's eyes were red, he raised his arms and shouted wildly, using himself as the spearhead of the battle, and resolutely rushed towards the endless enemy tide.

Wudang heroes fought fiercely with dragon and tiger fanatics. Some died and turned into dim black flames, while others fell and turned into blue points of light.

A bloody battle that destroyed a clan and wiped out an entire family occurred again after several decades.

However, this time, what was beneath the clouds was no longer the burning Wushan Tianzhu Peak, but the brightly lit Longhu Mountain filled with kneeling puppets!
The hot blood surged like magma, and the golden elixir trembled like thunder.

Chen Qisheng slowly stood up and raised his right arm to shoulder level.

Whoosh!
A whistling sound came from afar, and a silver-white sword light came flying like a flying dragon at an incredible speed.

Zheng!
His five fingers came together, clasping the hilt of the sword.

The armor began to spread along the palm holding the sword, covering the shoulders and the head. The green and red Taoist patterns tangled into chains, tightly binding the cracked armor.

"Blood feuds should be washed away with blood. Brothers, I will kill dragons and tigers with you!"

Chen Qisheng whispered to himself, and his figure instantly disappeared. He rushed along the passage that was torn open by the heroic spirits!
Facing life and death, Zhang Qingli's pupils shrank into a ball and a sharp roar burst out of his mouth.

He suddenly raised his hands, which were spread out with palms facing upward, and the fanatics behind him gathered into a pair of huge hands, which slapped the sword light that was coming from both sides.

boom!
The roar of thunder echoed in the sky, and the fierce wind blew away many figures in the fighting.

Zhao Yanlong forced himself to stop retreating and looked at the pair of giant hands that were closing and crushing with concern.

bark.
Amid the sound of tearing cloth, the sword light that shot up into the sky was like the first ray of morning light breaking through the night, and it was like a palm formed by the interweaving of shattered fanaticism.

Puff! A sharp blade pierced through the body.

The chilling fear of death almost destroyed Zhang Qingli's mind at that moment.

The two golden pills that were obtained with great effort instantly turned into a mass of rotten flesh and blood under the impact of the true energy, and sprayed onto the cracked steel skeleton.

"If you kill me, you won't survive!"

Zhang Qingli's face was full of ferocious smiles. He suddenly grabbed Chen Qisheng's wrist with both hands, his eyes widened with anger, and a heart-wrenching roar burst out from his throat.

The dragon and tiger fanatics floating around suddenly rolled back, forming a raging storm vortex with the two of them as the core.

"Chen Qisheng, I will not lose to you, absolutely not!"

Zhang Qingli's eyes were as black as ink. The fanaticism that filled his body made him fall into inhuman madness, and he wanted to die together with Chen Qisheng.

The rolling black flames were like millions of black sharp blades, and countless blood flowers burst out of Chen Qisheng's body in an instant.

"You are not worthy to be my enemy. There is no point in killing you."

The calm voice that sounded so close made Zhang Qingli's twisted and twitching facial features suddenly choke.

"What did you say?"

A hint of paleness jumped out of Zhang Qingli's two dark eyes, revealing the remaining humanity in them, filled with anger and shame.

"You, Zhang Qingli, are insignificant. What I want to do today is to kill all the dragons and tigers in the mountain!"

Zheng!
Powerful true energy poured out of his body and shot in all directions, instantly piercing the storm tornado with holes.

The twisting sword body rubbed against Zhang Qingli's palm, creating a fleeting spark that crushed his hands and went all the way up along his abdomen.

With a horrifying sound, it cut open the chest and face and escaped from the top of Zhang Qingli's head.

The extracted fanatic lost his restraints and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.

Some of the believers kneeling on Mount Longhu lost all vitality at the same time and died silently with happy smiles on their faces.

Some people seemed to have just woken up from a dream, their eyes filled with relief for having survived the disaster.

But when they saw clearly a figure hovering above their heads, the joy in their hearts was immediately replaced by fear.

In an instant, pleas and cries echoed among the mountains.

Chen Qisheng turned around silently and looked into thousands of pairs of smiling eyes.

The night wind blew away the vivid colors on their bodies, turning them into transparent heroic spirits again. Even their facial features were gradually becoming blurred.

"Great revenge has been achieved. How joyful! How joyful!"

"We are so lucky to have met Brother Chen and fought with him on Mount Longhu. When we meet other brothers on the road to the afterlife, how envious will they be?"

"It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to visit Wudang again. I don't know what it looks like now."

"What else can it be? Of course, bricks and ashes, ruins everywhere. But from now on, the soil where your bones and mine are buried will surely be covered with evergreen pines and full of life."

"If you say so, when you are reincarnated as a human, you must go for a walk in the mountains."

The chatter and joking gradually died down, and everyone's eyes fell on the silent Chen Qisheng.

"In fact, being able to do this is enough. Junior brother, you still have a long way to go. It doesn't matter how far you go. Just relax your body and mind."

Zhao Yanlong suddenly changed his tone and glanced behind him: "If anyone dares to gossip about you down there, I will be the first one to tear his soul apart!"

"Humph, you are just a gatekeeper and a floor sweeper, yet you are so arrogant."

"Zhao Yanlong, you are a little too proud of yourself now. Don't think that you can slander us just because you found Junior Brother Chen and made great contributions to the sect!"

"Exactly. Do you really think we are the same people from Mount Longhu?"

"Forget it, forget it. Others are now popular in the eyes of our ancestors. Don't offend them one by one."

"Hold your fists tightly, we'll settle the score with him on the way!"

Laughing, scolding, joking, and shoving each other, the figures crowded together looked like brothers playing and fighting under the same roof.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Brothers, follow me."

Zhao Yanlong's face was so blurred that only his smiling mouth was left, and the curved curve of his face was slowly disappearing.

Although the illusory figure had no real robes, he adjusted them carefully. Only after completing all the movements of straightening his appearance and hat, he bowed to Chen Qisheng and saluted solemnly.

"Greetings to the Wudang Herdsman!"

Everyone's actions were exactly the same.

"Wudang disciples, hello to Lord Mu!"

The sound was peaceful, without a deafening echo. It did not alarm the immortals in heaven, but was enough to warm people's hearts.

"Chen Qisheng greets all the brothers."

Chen Qisheng finally spoke, his hoarse voice trembling noticeably.

"Hahahaha, did you see that? This silly boy is feeling very upset."

"We are originally separated by Yin and Yang. It is a great fate for us to have a dream and meet in the human world. What else can we not be satisfied with? Junior brother, come and give me a smile."

"Let's go quickly, otherwise this kid won't know how long he will be in pain."

"Hey, you're not going to cry too, are you?"

"Fuck you, is Dao Ye that kind of person?!"

One after another, the figures turned into ashes and disappeared, and the azure light spots rose with the wind and floated towards Chen Qisheng.

It brushed past the temples, floated through the hair, and fell on the shoulders.

Just like when they parted in that dream that day, he patted Chen Qisheng on the shoulder and said goodbye.

When Chen Qisheng raised his head again, there was no trace of them in the world.

"How could I not be able to do it? I just wanted to talk to you guys more and ask you to walk slower."

Chen Qisheng looked at the empty night in front of him, and the sadness in his eyes was gradually replaced by indifference.

"Keep your head up!"

The roar was like thunder, startling countless heads on Longhu Mountain.

"The one who killed your dragon and tiger today is Wudang Chen Qisheng! If anyone wants revenge, I am here to serve you at any time!"

A majestic Dharma image appeared behind Chen Qisheng, holding a gigantic sword in both hands, aiming at a hilltop lined with temples, and piercing through it with a loud bang!
hold head high!
A giant whale swam down from the sky, the armor on its belly slid open, and it dropped a deadly bombardment.

Desperate cries and countless obscenities rose into the sky along with the flames.

Chen Qisheng swung his sword into the air and laughed loudly in the scorching heat.

"Brothers, have a safe journey!"

(End of this chapter)