Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 758: A Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven
At this time, the silkworm cocoon discovered something unusual. The treetops of the nearby woods kept shaking, and a black shadow was moving quickly between the pine and fir trees. The gullies and depressions in the mountains could not stop it at all. It was a small black dot the moment before, and the next moment it swelled to the size of an egg, and behind it was a sweet potato.

The two cocoons couldn't see clearly at first. Even if they concentrated their true energy in their eyes, they could only make out a bloated black shadow. It was not until a strong smell of blood came with the wind that they finally saw the true face of the black shadow. The black shadow also came to a protruding rock less than ten feet away from them and stood still.

The bloodstained bald head, the bloodstained patchwork robe, the bloodstained Buddhist beads, the bloodstained dragon-patterned sword, it was clearly an ascetic monk filled with murderous aura, but none of these were important. What was important was the black dragon accompanying the monk, which began to coil up from the right ankle, wrapped around from the waist to the chest for several circles, then slanted down from the left shoulder through the chest, went around to the back, and then bent from the back to the right shoulder, raising its more than one-foot-long neck and a head that looked like a snake but was not a snake, with horns and whiskers, and growled at the two of them.

The moth cocoon was startled and hurriedly took out something shaped like a bamboo tube from behind. The silkworm cocoon stopped pretending to be sick and reached into the sleeve of the cloth clothes and grabbed a handful of silver needles with silk threads attached.

At this time, the ascetic monk jumped again and smashed towards the two people. The moth cocoon dodged backwards, slapped open the lid of the bamboo tube, took a deep breath and blew. The filaments in the bamboo tube flew out quickly, shaking in the wind, circling three or two times, and turned into countless cocoon silks, wrapping up the ascetic monk, who was of unknown origin but full of hostility, and the black dragon on his body like a dumpling.

Silkworm cocoon clenched his five fingers into a fist and swung it forward. The silver needles in the gaps between his four fingers shot out like lightning and pierced the ascetic monk's eyes.

This eye-opening move went smoothly. The silver needle pierced deep into the eyeball and successfully froze the silkworm cocoon in place. It took a while before the person remembered to retract the move. He clamped the silk thread and pulled it, and the silver needle left the body.

What surprised her was that there was no blood spurting out and his eyeball was not pulled out. The ascetic monk's endurance was astonishing. Even though his eye was poked and there was a clear needle hole in the middle, he did not show any expression of pain.

In the next breath, a scene that made Shuangjian's scalp tingle happened. The ascetic monk's two eyeballs turned in a very uncoordinated trajectory, and the puncture hole in the middle of the eyeball quickly healed and returned to its previous state. The dragon wrapped in silk twisted a few times, and the special silk with extremely high flexibility that could not be pierced by a sword or cut by a knife was torn in the middle. It was not a collapse due to being unable to withstand the force, but something bit through the silk.

Soon, patches of tiny black particles emerged, and broken silk fell one after another. The ascetic's eyes brightened, and the moth cocoon felt something was wrong. It was too late to dodge. A black shadow fell before his eyes, and then there was splattering blood, a spinning vision, and a headless corpse falling backwards.

Silkworm Cocoon threw needles at the ascetic monk and even activated a secret technique, attaching his own blood to the silver needles, transforming them into red lights, but it had no effect at all and could not break the ascetic monk's body at all, just like the experience of having his eyeballs pierced was all an illusion.

When the moth's head fell to the ground, he vaguely saw the dragon's head on the ascetic's right shoulder suddenly stretch out, bite the silkworm's neck, lift the man up from the ground, shake him back and forth, blood spurted several times, and then the head separated from the body and followed his footsteps.

The black dragon's head retracted, and the bloody sword slowly sank. The expressionless ascetic monk glanced at Jiang You and walked towards the small boat beside the river.

After a few breaths, the boat left the shore and headed towards the Longhu Mountain opposite.

Soon, Huang Fangfo, the chief guest of the Xuanyuan family, walked out of the villa with two retainers. He shuddered at the back of the dragon-entangled demon monk standing in the center of the boat, and silently lifted up the moth's head, grabbed its ankle and dragged it into the depths of the forest.

The two servants at the back followed suit, dealt with the cocoon corpse, and threw the bamboo tube, silk and silver needle into the river.

At this time, Lin Xiao's voice was heard in the courtyard: "Sister Dong, it doesn't count, this round doesn't count. Your horse has four legs, and mine only has three. It limps when it runs, and it is definitely not as fast as yours. Stinky horse, bad horse, cheap horse... Zhao Fengya, why are you running, take my whip..."

Snapped.

"what……"

Snapped.

"Humph……"

"Lin Xiao, you win, okay?"

"No, I'm going to beat this beast to death today."

"She...is not a beast, she's a human."

"My cousin said they were beasts, and that I deserved it even if I cut them into pieces."

Wang Chudong: "..."

If we sort out the logic of the incident, Xu Xiao and King Jing'an Zhao Heng teamed up to kill the men of the Lin family. Lin Xiao did have reason to severely torture Xu Weixiong and Xu Zhihu.

After burying the two cocoons in the spider web, Huang Fangfo walked back with two of his men. He happened to meet the men who went to investigate the area around Longhu Mountain and came back to report the news.

"How about it?"

"Longhu Mountain has indeed joined forces with King Yanci."

Huang Fangfo looked up to the southeast, remembering what his new master had said to him last night. Li Chungang told Xu Xiao what happened outside Dahuang City. Li Yishan used the power of Fushuifang to spread the news that he had turned into a monk of Liangchan Temple, killing people everywhere, slaughtering all the nobles and Confucian scholars, and exaggerated that he was a world-destroying demon, even more evil than the celestial being Gao Shulu who only killed martial arts masters and the demon cult leader Liu Songtao. Zhao Chun took advantage of this and gave Zhao Bing a death order to keep the Lin family demon in Jianzhou.

Even if Zhao Bing, the King of Yan, had other ideas and didn't want to lose strength, he had to lead his troops to surround the mountain and kill the demon. After all, judging from Lin Qing's attitude towards Confucian scholars and children of aristocratic families, it was clear that he was going to kill all the interest groups and their dogs who controlled power and resources. If he couldn't be stopped, it would not only be a matter of whether Liyang would be in chaos, but the general trend of the world would be rewritten. This had already touched the foundation of the imperial power. If they didn't fight hard, one day the battlefield would be pulled to Tai'an City, and everything would be too late.

"Wang Tongshan, a general under King Yanci, Mao Shulang, the best swordsman in southern Xinjiang, Cheng Baishuang and Ji Liuan from the Dragon Palace are all here."

Upon hearing this, Huang Fangfo frowned. It was normal for Wang Tongshan, who was known as the best halberd user in the world and had the cultivation level of Vajra Realm, to join the battle, because he was originally a powerful general under King Yan Ci.

It is understandable that the guests of the Dragon Palace in Southern Xinjiang, Cheng Baishuang and Ji Liuan, came to help. After all, the Palace Master of the Dragon Palace is the wet nurse of the illegitimate son of Prince Yanci. In terms of cultivation, Cheng Baishuang is at the Confucian Celestial Realm, known as the best master in Southern Xinjiang, and Ji Liuan is a swordsman at the peak of the Mysterious Realm.

Of course, Cheng Baishuang dared to call himself the best martial artist in Southern Xinjiang because Mao Shulan, a swordsman from Southern Xinjiang, had retired from the battlefield. As someone who could compete with Li Chungang and compare swordsmanship with Gu Jiantang in the past, he was a genuine martial artist at the celestial realm.

"Even Mao Shulang couldn't hold back and got on King Yanci's chariot?"

Huang Fangfo was worried about his new master and felt a little anxious and irritated, because he knew very well what would happen to him if Lin Qing died, even though his new master said that everything was under control.

"The four heavenly masters from Mount Longhu are the first wave, and the masters from Northern Mang are the second wave." Huang Fangfo glanced back at Bieyuan: "...the third wave, the army of King Yan Ci and the masters from Southern Xinjiang will be the final cleanup. Even Gao Shulu, the celestial being back then, would be doomed to die in this situation, right?"

……

The sword in his chest shone brightly, and as Li Chungang raised the sword to the sky, the clouds above his head were stirred, and a vortex slowly formed and expanded rapidly, but there was no blue sky over there. Instead, a faint light seemed to emerge, vaguely outlining an illusory portal.

Within a radius of 100 miles, everyone outdoors witnessed an incredibly magical scene. Although it was not clear, colorful lights formed a rainbow bridge in the sky, and there seemed to be a gate standing on the opposite side.

On the snowy plateau of Huishan Mountain, Xuanyuan Qingfeng stared blankly at the two small black dots in the distance and the increasingly clear Tianmen Gate, with a complicated expression. Until a scream woke her up, she looked back and saw that it was Xuanyuan Dapan who fell from the top of the Wending Pavilion because he was too excited. The ancestor of the Xuanyuan family who had lost his power was not much stronger than the old man. After this fall, his three souls left his body and went to the underworld.

Huang Fangfo certainly also saw this scene, as did the women in the villa and the hermits around Mount Longhu. They all looked at the portal that appeared in the sky with excitement.

Twenty years later, the Heavenly Gate finally reappeared, but the appearance of the Heavenly Gate did not mean it would open...

On the Demon-Slaying Platform at Mount Longhu, Zhao Xituan was knocked flying by Ergou's brutal charge. His whisk rolled downwards and entangled the stone railing at the edge. He took the opportunity to stabilize his body, raised his head and looked towards the sky with horror on his face.

One sword opens the gate of heaven!

Li Chungang tried his best.

As a surge of heat came, Zhao Xituan quickly turned around and saw that the big dog had smashed the small porcelain bottle hanging around its neck. A stream of bright red entered its mouth, and its momentum surged. Scales grew on the surface of its knotty red muscles, its antlers grew, and its long beard fluttered, revealing its true form of a Qilin.

The beast suddenly spewed out a flame. He hurriedly pinched his fingers and slapped out a lotus shield to try to resist the flame. However, just because it had worked before, it didn't mean it would work now. With a whoosh, the flames completely burned the lotus, igniting the whisk and his robe. He hurriedly threw away the things in his hand, jumped off the stage and rolled a few times before he put out the flames on his body. He felt a stinging pain on the back of his hand, and when he raised it, he found that his left hand was black.

The Fire Kirin defeated the enemy with one strike and continued to chase, slapping the stone railing with its two claws, leaving deep scratches.

At this time, a cry of surprise came from the bend leading to the back mountain: "Master!"

Zhao Xituan looked back and saw that it was Xu Longxiang running towards him. Xu Fengnian, who was following behind, saw that the situation was urgent, so he drew out his two swords, Xiu Dong and Chun Lei, and slashed out with the green snake sword energy from his sleeves. Huo Qilin raised his claws and slapped, taking the sword energy from the big finger Xuanjing without any damage, but the stone railing was shattered and he could hardly keep his body steady.

At this time, another tiger roar was heard, and a black shadow rushed out from the woods behind Zhao Xituan and hit the Fire Kirin.

"Black Tiger is here too?"

Zhao Xituan's face changed. This auspicious black tiger was once the mount of the previous headmaster Qi Xuanzhen. After Qi Xuanzhen was reborn from a soldier, he settled down in Longhu Mountain. Low-level Taoists all treated it with disciple respect, which showed its status in Longhu Mountain. Today, Longhu Mountain encountered a powerful enemy, but even it realized the critical situation and dared to come to help.

As he was thinking, the spirit beast with colorful black and white stripes took advantage of the situation and bit the Qilin's neck. Its long fangs left a white mark on the red scales. The Qilin roared, unable to break free, so it could only slap the ground with its front paws. Streams of heat flowed out from the gaps in its scales. The black tiger was full of spiritual energy, as if it had an inner elixir, and used the power of its demon spirit to resist the Qilin's protective flames.

Xu Fengnian seized the opportunity, jumped high, the golden seal on his forehead flashed, and he crossed his two swords. He used the sword energy to roll the dragon wall, and the spiral sword force drilled into the Qilin's chest armor, and actually made him drill out a series of spreading cracks, which shattered with a crack. Xu Longxiang also took the opportunity to join the battle, and with his natural strength, he punched the weak spot under the Qilin's abdomen one by one.

The combined efforts of Black Tiger's sneak attack, Xu Fengnian and Xu Longxiang finally put Qilin in danger. If he continued, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

Roar!
A fierce roar was heard from the hillside dozens of feet away from the Demon-Slaying Platform. As the treetops shook, a white shadow descended from the sky with a strong wind and a terrifying sense of oppression.

(End of this chapter)