Pure Yang!

Chapter 316: The First Battle of the New Era! Zhang Fan and Li Changgeng (5k chapter)

The sky is covered with dark clouds, and the stars and the moon are sinking into the sky.

Suddenly, incense was burning in the world, and it was from the Great Saint King Xuandu of the North.

"Zhang Huntian!"

Inside the ruined Taoist temple, Zhang Wuming looked at the phantom rising from the drifting incense, his eyes trembling and his expression dazed.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the year and day when he was sixteen years old.

The Mysterious Altar of Dragon and Tiger, the Grand Ceremony of Conferring the Gods.

Among that group of disciples, he was the only one left outside the altar, with no incense burning and no deification decided.

The ancestor has no pity on the nameless.

He knelt outside the temple, prostrated himself under the mysterious altar, and looked up, just like an ordinary person bowing to the immortals and gods.

Those fellow disciples who once practiced alongside him have now become superior and have been reborn.

Just one step difference, and from then on their fates were completely different.

They have become the true chosen ones of heaven, high above everyone else, differentiating themselves from ordinary people.

Among those people was Zhang Huntian.

He stood on the Xuantan, looking back and gazing at Zhang Wuming, who had not been given a name by the ancestor.

That look was indifferent and heartless, like how gods and immortals look at the common people, or how humans look at ants.

Perhaps, from the moment he was deified and given his title, he was no longer an ordinary person. Although he was in the mortal world, he was known as a god.

At that time, Zhang Huntian's body was also surrounded by the smoke of incense, and the tall and majestic shadow behind him appeared in the world just like at this moment.

"Great Sage Hun Tian!"

Zhang Wuming's eyes were fixed as he watched the light and shadow rise, chanting the mysterious name.

Rumble…

Incense was floating around Zhang Huntian, dark clouds were surging in the sky, and the setting sun was like a ray of heavenly fire, shining on his body, making him look even more majestic.

Behind him, a shadow slowly emerged, as if coming from the sky. He wore a crown on his head, held a golden hammer in his hand, had a green face and fangs, and looked angry. Behind him was a red light like a red silk, crossing the sky like an endless flame.

"The Nan Zhang family's lineage is extinct. As a remnant, you are qualified to witness the power passed down by the Zhang family."

Zhang Huntian's voice came faintly, so vast that it no longer sounded like a human voice.

The shadow of the Great Sage Hun Tian flickered and appeared and disappeared endlessly, and the mysterious atmosphere seemed to merge with Zhang Hun Tian at this moment.

"careful!"

Zhang Wuming's face suddenly changed and he cried out.

Rumble…

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying aura rushed out from Zhang Huntian's body, and his soul left his body, without any taboos.

Almost at the same time, Zhang Fan's soul also moved, leaving the spiritual platform and appearing in front of people.

Rumble…

The two souls almost surpassed the separation and combination of light and shadow and collided with each other in an instant.

In an instant, invisible waves swept in like a strong wind and resonated like mountains. Any cultivator who was here, at this moment, would be able to feel the earth-shaking fear and shock, and his soul would tremble, unable to control himself.

"The dark night is endless..."

Zhang Fan’s soul seemed to have blocked out the light of the sky. The sun sank, the universe fell, and all things seemed to be buried in the abyss. There was no more life, and no more Taoism.

Such terrible weather can almost be called a nightmare for ascetics.

However, at this moment, a huge creature slowly walked out from the darkness, with red silk crisscrossing and sweeping up the sky and earth, enveloping the sun, moon and stars, disturbing the yin and yang of heaven and earth.

"This is the statue of the Gods." Zhang Fan looked solemn.

His soul is unique. Since it gradually awakened, whenever the souls fight each other, he always does so with a crushing force and remains invincible.

However, at this moment, the first person in his life who could withstand the power of his soul appeared.

When the statue of the Great Sage Hun Tian appeared, Zhang Hun Tian's soul was blessed, and it seemed as if he was helped by gods. The two combined together actually blocked the pressure from the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons.

This is the foundation of the Longhu Zhang family.

This is the horror of erecting statues to deify the gods.

Although the human body exists in the mortal world, the statues of gods are suspended in the void.

That is true divine help.

"There are nine great alchemy techniques. Only one person in a lifetime can master one of them..."

Zhang Huntian's voice was as loud as a bell, awakening the ears and carrying with it an inviolable majesty.

"Nan Zhang's luck is over. Do you think you can do whatever you want with your half-baked divine and demonic fetus? You are just a frog in a well after all."

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Huntian's soul seemed to walk out from the darkness, with red silk surging around it, like a long red rainbow breaking through the air, sweeping across the heaven and earth, and disturbing the galaxy, and it was actually coming towards Zhang Fan's soul to bind it.

When the red silk was unfolded, it was like thousands of balls of fire, disrupting the yin and yang and mixing up heaven and earth. Even the innate spirit could hardly escape from its cage.

"Let's go. It will be troublesome if we get entangled." Zhang Wuming said hurriedly.

This was the terrifying power of the Great Sage Hun Tian. The red silk mixed up all the laws, and its horror was no less than that of the dark night. He had seen it more than once. Wherever the red silk passed, the soul would fall to the ground and die.

call……

The red silk like a burning flame came across the void, cutting off the eight directions and blocking the ten lands. In an instant, it forced Zhang Fan's soul into a desperate situation, and the small space suddenly became a burial place.

"it's over!"

Zhang Huntian whispered and killed him with red silk.

"point!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's soul split into two, and he actually grabbed the glimmer of hope under the encirclement of Hong Ling and quickly escaped.

"Three corpses are watching over my life, and I am using the method of dividing my soul!?" Zhang Huntian's expression suddenly changed and he cried out.

Rumble…

The split soul soared into the sky, then reunited and returned to Zhang Fan's body.

The next moment, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, took a step forward, turned into a residual shadow, and in a flash, he came close to Zhang Huntian's body.

This series of actions was like seizing a chance of life in danger or taking up a speck of dust with lightning. Every moment was perfectly timed and all the techniques were at hand.

In the Taoist sects of the world, in the mountains and seas, how many people among the younger generation can achieve this?

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover!"

Zhang Fan stretched out his right hand, and the nine-headed fire dragon suddenly became violent, covering Zhang Huntian's head like a whirlwind.

"Zhang Fan..."

Zhang Huntian’s soul roared in shock and turned around frantically.

At the same time, the shadow of the Great Sage Hun Tian became as real as ever, and red silk threads extended from the illusory void and merged into Zhang Hun Tian's body.

In a trance, his body seemed to be injected with streams of red air, which spread along the spine to his limbs and bones. Each stream was like a floating tendon, winding under the skin.

The statue of the god can not only bless the soul, but also affect the physical body! ?
Rumble…

In an instant, layers of red light appeared on the surface of Zhang Huntian's body, blocking Zhang Fan's Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover.

bang bang bang...

A loud noise was heard, echoing in the empty valley; the exploding fire dragon turned into a wild red light, running wildly.

At this moment, Zhang Huntian's soul had already returned to his body. He pointed his finger into the air, and golden light spread like ink, outlining a mysterious talisman in the void.

"Fire avoidance talisman!"

As soon as this talisman appeared, the rage of the True Fire was subdued, and the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover was immediately dissipated.

"burst!"

Almost at the same time, Zhang Fan formed a sword seal with one hand and shouted in a low voice.

Zhang Huntian's face changed suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, he looked down suddenly, and saw a white bone bead floating three inches below the navel. The whole bead was filled with precious aura, as rare as mountains and rivers, and like the Dragon Toad Dharma.

Rumble…

In an instant, the boiling dragon toad treasure energy suddenly exploded like a volcanic eruption, and the terrifying power engulfed Zhang Huntian's body.

Zhang Fan leaped away and raised his hand. The white bone relic flew through the air and returned to his palm.

call……

Smoke and dust were raging and filling the sky. A bloody figure flew out and landed heavily on the ground.

Zhang Huntian was covered in blood. Even with the protection of [Great Sage Huntian], his air valve was still pierced by the dragon toad's energy. His lower abdomen was a mess of blood and flesh, and the heads of the large and small intestines could be vaguely seen.

"Amazing!"

Inside the dilapidated Taoist temple, Zhang Wuming stared with eyes wide open, marveling in amazement.

To be fair, Zhang Huntian's Taoist practice has almost no shortcomings. He is proficient in the Longhu Mountain talismans and has the blessing of the Great Sage Huntian. He is also a veteran of hundreds of battles. If he were an ordinary master, the outcome would have been decided long ago.

On the other hand, Zhang Fan's methods can be described as simple, but his use of magic and grasp of timing are simply supernatural, so much so that even Zhang Huntian, the statue of the God, was injured twice by him.

However, he did not know that although Zhang Fan had not yet completely gotten rid of the dark night, the fighting awareness and instincts that he had been trained by Zhang Lingzong and Li Linglong in since childhood were imprinted in his bones. As his realm became higher and higher, this instinct and awareness finally revealed itself.

"Zhang Fan..."

Zhang Huntian gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Fan, his eyes still sharp.

"It's so careless."

"Careless? You'll die too." Zhang Fan said indifferently.

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards Zhang Huntian. Since he was a disciple of Bei Zhang, there was no way he would let him walk out of the Shiwan Mountains alive.

boom……

At this moment, there was a cracking sound under Zhang Fan's feet, and then the ground cracked and collapsed like a quagmire.

Zhang Fan's face changed slightly, his body lost balance, and he was about to fall down. At the same time, a figure fell from the sky, and the terrifying atmosphere was like a small mountain pressing down, and the surrounding strong winds exploded continuously.

Zhang Fan raised his hands and placed them horizontally in front of his chest. The terrifying punch landed on top of them. The surging force came like a torrent, and the piercing pain was about to tear his arms apart.

"What a powerful force!?"

Zhang Fan's face suddenly sank. Since his debut, he had never seen such violent and terrifying power in anyone.

He opened his eyes, the sound of wind whistling in his ears, and saw a young man wearing sunglasses landing where he had just stood.

"Xiang Tingshan, you didn't kill him with that punch!?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from not far behind.

Zhang Fan shrank his neck and leaped up. A gust of wind like a knife passed over his head, sweeping away some of his black hair.

"Huang Sanlang!"

Zhang Fan caught a glimpse of Huang Sanlang standing on a slope not far away, staring at him coldly.

bang bang bang...

Zhang Fan fell heavily to the ground, unable to stand steadily.

Suddenly, a violent thunder came, like an angry electric dragon, extremely ferocious.

Zhang Fan reacted instinctively, and the Fire Dragon Sword soared into the sky and collided with the electric dragon. Thunder and fire were surging, and the raging aftermath pushed him back dozens of meters again. The track left by his feet was like two ravines, shocking to the sight.

"Divine Thunder Method!?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and looked up. In the dispersing dust, an elegant figure slowly walked towards him.

"Zhang Fan, you are really good. After fighting with the Northern Zhang master for so long, you still have the energy to dodge the combined attack of the three of us?"

The successor of Mount Sanqing, Yu Xuanji, walked over with a sly look on his face.

"You are quite a character."

"Oops!"

Inside the dilapidated Taoist temple, Zhang Wuming's heart skipped a beat as he watched the rapidly changing situation.

Xiang Tingshan from Baixiang Mountain, Yu Xuanji from Sanqing Mountain, Huang Sanlang from Huangpi Cave, and there is also Zhang Huntian.

With the four great masters gathered here, the balance of victory tilted towards Zhang Fan.

"The dispute over the orthodoxy has never been a dispute over wills."

At this moment, Zhang Huntian walked over and took out a talisman. The material was neither paper nor silk, but more like a piece of leather, with a human figure drawn on it. He stuck it on the wound.

The talisman actually melted and stuck to his flesh. The wound healed immediately and the color on his face was instantly restored a lot.

"You are right. The dispute over the orthodoxy is not a dispute over personal feelings." Zhang Fan said indifferently.

In the struggle for the orthodox doctrine, there is naturally no such thing as fairness, nor is there any such thing as the majority bullying the minority.

Since life and death have been decided, there is no need for any means.

Zhang Fan remained silent. He looked back at the deep and dilapidated Taoist temple. Li Miaoyin had not returned yet, and Zhao Jiexuan had not woken up yet.

There are four great masters surrounding him, not to mention Li Changgeng who has never appeared.

Zhang Fan knows...

"We really have to fight to the death!" Zhang Fan murmured softly.

"Old Zhang, count me in if you fight hard."

At this moment, a hearty laugh came from far away.

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and when he looked up, he saw a young man flying towards him on a paraglider. Who else could it be but Fang Changle?

"Maoshan!?"

Yu Xuanji raised her eyebrows when she saw the person coming. Obviously, as the successor of Sanqing Mountain, she knew Fang Changle.

"Finally caught up!"

Fang Changle leaped forward and landed on Zhang Fan. The two held hands, as if they were meeting in victory.

"Why the hell don't you come later?" Zhang Fan laughed.

“Don’t be afraid of being late for a good meal!”

Suddenly, another round of shouts rang out, accompanied by the sound of ancient bells.

Everyone's spirit was greatly shaken, and in a trance they seemed to see a high mountain stretching out from east to west, as if it were a natural mountain.

"Laojun Mountain!?"

Yu Xuanji clenched her teeth tightly, her eyes fixed on a line.

Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang appeared in everyone's sight, holding an ancient bell.

"Old Qi has invited all the treasures from Laojun Mountain." Fang Changle whispered, "The plane is late, otherwise we would have arrived earlier."

"You know, this stuff is not accurate!"

"It's good to come, it's good to come!"

Zhang Fan looked at Fang Changle, Qi Delong, and Qi Dongqiang, and clenched his hands tightly.

After all, he is not alone on this road.

The road is long, but he is not alone.

"Are Maoshan and Laojunshan also getting involved in this mess?" Yu Xuanji asked in a deep voice.

"Xuan Ji, we are old acquaintances. Since you know that this is a muddy water, you should go back early and find someone to marry." Fang Changle said lightly.

"Four to three... no, five to three, the odds of winning are still on our side." Yu Xuanji sneered.

"I can take on three at once."

At this moment, a lazy voice was heard.

When everyone looked up, they saw a young girl sitting on a large bluestone not far away. She was wearing a Taoist robe that set off her petite body, and she was barefoot, swaying freely in the air.

"Xia Weisheng!?" Yu Xuanji was stunned.

She didn't expect that the senior sister from Zhenwu Mountain would come.

"Zhenwu Mountain!?" Xiang Tingshan's eyes were filled with strange light as he looked Xia Weisheng up and down.

He was born in Baixiang Mountain and was a descendant of the leader of the Hundred Thousand Mountains Demons. He had been hanging around outside for many years and naturally had heard of the name of Xia Weisheng from Zhenwu Mountain.

This person is the last disciple of that living immortal... the former last disciple!

The outside world has always said that Xia Weisheng is the tacit successor of Zhenwu Mountain, and the position of the head of Zhenwu Mountain will most likely be passed to her in the future.

Xiang Tingshan did not expect that the successor of Zhenwu Mountain would appear here.

In fact, not to mention him, even Zhang Fan was quite surprised when he saw Xia Weisheng.

"You even got Xia Weisheng here?" Fang Changle leaned close to Zhang Fan and whispered.

"I didn't ask her to come."

Zhang Fan shook his head, but he had a clue in his mind. It seemed that although he was nominally a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain and seemed to be left alone outside, in fact, the people in Zhenwu Mountain had always been paying attention to him.

"Is Zhenwu Mountain going to get involved too?" Yu Xuanji gritted her teeth and said, "Xia Weisheng, you need to know who is behind us."

Hearing this, Xia Weisheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and jumped down from the big bluestone.

"In front of the Zhenwu Gate, no matter what the side gates are."

After these words were spoken, Xiang Tingshan and Huang Sanlang looked at each other in surprise. The heir of Zhenwu Mountain was so arrogant.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Xia Weisheng stretched out his hand and pointed at Yu Xuanji, Xiang Tingshan, and Huang Sanlang.

"I want to fight three!"

"you……"

Yu Xuanji's face flushed red. As a descendant of one of the ten famous Taoist sects, Xia Weisheng's words clearly showed that he did not take her seriously.

"I never took you seriously in the first place."

Rumble…

Before he finished speaking, thunder surged around Xia Weisheng's body like a raging tide in a river or sea. The terrifying aura was earth-shaking, and he actually rushed directly towards the three people.

The eldest sister of Zhenwu Mountain continued to act as usual, without any taboos.

"Then let's use our numbers to bully the few."

Fang Changle, Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang looked at each other and stood in front of Zhang Huntian.

Facing the disciples of Bei Zhang, even though they are descendants of the two major Taoist sects and famous mountains, they dare not be arrogant.

What's more, Zhang Huntian himself said just now that the struggle for the orthodox doctrine is not a struggle of wills, and there is no such thing as using the majority to bully the minority.

"When there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey becomes the king. How many years has it been since Longhu Mountain was the best?"

Zhang Huntian chuckled coldly, and his cold gaze swept across Fang Changle, Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang like a sword.

Obviously, in his eyes, Longhu Mountain is superior to all Taoist sects in the world and is the true orthodox Xuanmen.

"I never thought that a disciple of Mount Longhu would have such narrow-minded thoughts." Fang Changle chuckled.

"Seeking the Dharma outside of the mind is a heterodox path," Qi Delong added.

"No matter what, the higher the Tao, the more respected it is!"

Zhang Huntian gave a light shout, and incense smoke floated around him. The shadow of the Great Sage Huntian rose again.

The two great Taoist masters responded as if they were facing a formidable enemy and risked their lives to fight back.

At this moment, Zhang Fan turned around abruptly, looked at the sky, earth, mountains and rivers, looked at the dark and empty valley, clenched his fists, gathered all his strength, and shouted loudly.

"Li Changgeng, it's time for you to come out."

"as you wish!"

The whispers were long and gentle, like a spring breeze blowing by, transforming the mountains and rivers. In the setting sun, a figure slowly approached. It was none other than the successor of Baihe Temple, Li Changgeng!

(End of this chapter)