Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

The so-called resentful and evil spirit is nothing but a piece of cake for the evil spirits and evil soldiers.

Yang Zhao was considering whether to completely eliminate the resentful and evil spirit on the battlefield in advance, or wait until the immortal god descended to the mortal world and then launch a surprise attack to expose him.

If we can resolve the evil spirit in advance, we can basically put an end to the current disaster within the Song Dynasty.

Except for Pang Ban, it would be difficult for all enemies on the battlefield to escape from the encirclement of the nine national guardian generals and thirty thousand evil soldiers.

But what if we wait until the immortals and gods descend to the mortal world and launch a surprise attack?

Maybe you can take this opportunity to attract the legendary artifact left by the ancient emperor, kill the immortals and gods, and get a huge reward.

However, this move also carries great risks.

Things like the Nine Provinces' Divine Artifact suppressing the gods and immortals are just rumors. Even Zhao Kuangyin in the past had never seen it with his own eyes, so no one knows whether it is true or not.

If we fail to attract the Nine Provinces’ divine weapon, it will be difficult to deal with the immortal gods in the lower world of Changshengtian.

Before, when I was in Shangyin Academy in the northern border.

Yang Zhao had also heard from Zhao Pu and Zhang Fuyao that the immortals in heaven were at least at the peak level of Martial Saint, and there were immortals everywhere on land, and there were also many higher-level beings.

If a big guy really comes to the lower world, the nine martial saint-level national guardians may not be enough to fight him.

Do you want to give it a try?

After Zhao Min and Taoist Baisun left, Yang Zhao came to the lake again at some point and looked at the bloody battlefield on the huge floating island.

Shi Shouxin, Li Jixun and other nine great generals, with 30,000 ghost soldiers, were as ferocious as chopping vegetables and melons.

Even with the support of Xu Longxiang, Xu Yanbing, King Jinlun, Mahaye and others, the army of more than 100,000 was still being killed and annexed.

Even the celestial warriors from Northern Liang, the Mongols, and the Sui Dynasty began to die in battle.

Watching these extremely cruel scenes.

Yang Zhao did not have the slightest mercy in his heart. The 200,000-strong army in Yanziwu had not been influenced and subdued by Xin Qiji for more than a year, and was still controlled by Feng Mei, Bi Sheng and others. This showed that they were rotten to the core.

Since they are enemies, Yang Zhao will not waver at all even if hundreds of thousands of troops are slaughtered.

What really made Yang Zhao hesitate was whether or not to make a big move.

"Yang kid, what are you still thinking about? What the hell are you afraid of?"

"Yeah, it's better to be reckless. Anyway, our brothers will not die."

"That's right, at most my current Dharma body will be destroyed, and I will go back to the underworld to endure for a while, collect incense and reunite."

"That's fine. There are hundreds of millions of people in the Song Dynasty, and we nine brothers are the only ones enjoying the incense. It's quite nice."

When Yang Zhao told the nine great national generals on the battlefield what was hidden in his heart, he quickly used the sound transmission and soul searching technique to inform them, and also formed a temporary small group.

And after hearing Yang Zhao's "God-killing Plan".

Shi Shouxin, Li Jixun and others all looked very excited and agreed very much.

This is an extremely rare occurrence, the true body of an immortal or god descending to the mortal world.

If we could really kill an immortal god here, God knows how much benefit we would get.

As for the disaster, it is only on the Taihu Lake, which is protected by the Yin soil formed by the Yinshi Dragon Court. At most, the entire Jiangnan National Temple will be destroyed and rebuilt here in the future.

"Then do it?"

"No need to say, let's do it!"

Yang Zhao was encouraged by Shi Shouxin, Li Jixun and other fearless immortal spirits, and his blood began to boil.

Soon, Yang Zhao discussed the plan with Shi Shouxin and Li Jixun.

Then Yang Zhao left the battlefield directly, crossed Taihu Lake, returned to Suzhou City, summoned Xin Qiji, Wang Jian and others, and ordered the entire Suzhou and even Jiangnan to be on high alert.

Afterwards, Yang Zhao used the sound transmission jade talisman to quickly inform Zhao Pu, Zhang Fuyao and other top bosses he knew about the immortals and gods descending to the mortal world, and waited quietly for the immortals and gods in Taihu Lake to descend to the mortal world.

A blood sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of people, even if it was a massacre, would take quite a while.

Yang Zhao was very patient. He stood on the top of Suzhou City and used the secret technique of Daluo Cave Observation to constantly look at the battlefield in the direction of Taihu Lake.

I saw that above the Taihu Lake, as time passed, an invisible bloody force began to condense.

The resentful and bloody cries of hundreds of thousands of people were guided by Pang Ban in some unknown way and turned into a misty area that was enough to cover the entire area around Taihu Lake, making it impossible to see through.

Even though Yang Zhao did not understand the art of blood sacrifice, looking at the blood evil field above Taihu Lake, he could already guess that the other party's blood sacrifice had probably reached the critical moment.

At this moment, the void above Suzhou City shattered.

I saw a figure wearing golden armor and stained with blood staggering out, breathing heavily as if he was drunk.

"Yang Zhao, you little bastard, you make a big scene every day, right?"

The person who came was Zhao Defang from the battlefield in the northern border. After receiving the notification from Zhao Pu, he broke through the void one after another, forced his way across tens of thousands of miles, and came to the south of the Yangtze River.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the arrival of Zhao Defang, the voids in the sky, like mirrors, shattered one after another.

Huang Shang, Wei Qingqingqing, Ling Donglai and a group of people came one after another.

One of the dark-skinned men who looked like an old farmer grinned and said, "Boy, your plan to kill the gods is great. I admire you."

Chapter 290 The top leaders of the Song Dynasty have arrived

In the Song Dynasty, there were only four great martial saints, Zhao Defang, Huang Shang, Wei Qingqingqing, and Ling Donglai, who suppressed the dynasty.

But in fact, there are many martial saints, both in the imperial dynasty and among the common people.

Yang Zhao wanted to do something big, but he had no intention of risking his own life.

After passing this news to Zhao Pu and Zhang Fuyao.

Yang Zhao believed that with the connections of Zhao Pu and Zhang Fuyao, they would be able to mobilize a large number of experts to come and look after the area around Taihu Lake.

But the number and quality of this wave of people still shocked Yang Zhao.

Not to mention Zhao Defang, Huang Shang and Wei Qingqingqing, Yang Zhao was very familiar with them and had dealt with them before.

As for the Supreme Master Ling Donglai, it was the first time he met him.

Yang Zhao could sense in Ling Donglai a feeling that he was in no way inferior to those ceiling-level bosses like Zhao Pu and Zhang Fuyao.

This is a person who has truly reached a very high level in martial arts.

The dark-skinned man who looked like an old farmer was Wang Xianzhi, the top warrior in Zhenwu City of the Song Dynasty who had suppressed the Tianmen crack for decades.

Wang Xianzhi gives people a feeling that is somewhat similar to Ling Donglai, but he is more down-to-earth.

In addition, Yang Zhao could also clearly perceive that there were at least more than ten unparalleled martial arts auras in the entire Suzhou city and around Taihu Lake.

Damn, what a bunch of old bastards.

Feeling the atmosphere that seemed to have frozen throughout Jiangnan, Yang Zhao felt for the first time that the noise he made seemed a little too loud.

From now on, if anyone tells me that there are only a handful of martial saints in the world, I will slap him to death.

Just when Zhao Defang was leading Yang Zhao to greet Ling Donglai and Wang Xianzhi.

Once again a crack appeared in the sky.

On the other side of the crack, the magnificent scenery of the Yangtze River was revealed. On the surface of the river at this time, Dugu Qiubai, who had disappeared for a long time, was seen. He was emitting an extremely powerful and sharp sword light all over his body. He crossed the river like a god from heaven, rolling up the endless river water to turn it into tangible sword energy, and bombarded a strange ship wildly.

"Uncle?"

Across the crack in the void, Yang Zhao couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when he saw the god-like and devil-like Dugu Qiubai.

Dugu Qiubai seemed to have heard Yang Zhao's voice as well, and glanced over through the crack in the void.

Immediately afterwards, Dugu Qiubai let out a long roar, and a sharp sword light shot up into the sky from between his brows, and fiercely swept over the Yangtze River. A cloud of blood mist scattered in the void, and an earth-shaking scream was heard. Then a phantom of a god suddenly appeared and swept away the strange ship on the Yangtze River.

Dugu Qiubai did not chase after them, but pointed his finger, tearing the crack in the void to a distance of about a hundred meters. He waved his sleeves and appeared on the top of Suzhou city wall, carrying Huang Rong, Yan Fei, Wang Yuyan and others.

"Brother Zhao (husband)..."

Huang Rong, Yan Fei, Wang Yuyan and others quickly pounced towards Yang Zhao after landing.

After comforting the girls, Yang Zhao looked at Dugu Qiubai with a frown and said, "Uncle, who was that person on the Yangtze River before? Where is the Xichi in Yihua Palace?"

Dugu Qiubai also exchanged greetings with Zhao Defang and the others at this time. He raised his sword-like eyebrows and said, "You brat, you still have the nerve to say that. I don't know what you have done. How come even the old bull nose of Longhu Mountain and the servant of Zhenwu God have been provoked by you?"

"That woman from Yihua Palace is quite powerful. She was ambushed by the servant of Zhenwu God and is now furious. I think she has already chased us to Beiliang. Don't worry, with that woman's strength, nothing will go wrong."

Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment and said, "Longhu Mountain? Zhenwu Divine Servant?"

Just when Yang Zhao was puzzled, Zhao Defang said, "It was the backup plan left by the prince of Beiliang in the human world. Now that the Song Dynasty and Beiliang have gone to war, the prince of Beiliang has recovered his memories of his past life and has taken over all the forces of Beiliang. Wudang in the Song Dynasty and Longhu Mountain in the Song Dynasty are closely related to the former Zhenwu Emperor."

Yang Zhao frowned even more and said, "Grandmaster Yue, is the Prince of Beiliang really the reincarnation of the legendary Zhenwu Emperor?"

Hearing Yang Zhao's question, Zhao Defang was speechless and a little unclear.

Fortunately, Wang Xianzhi snorted coldly and said, "The Great Zhenwu Emperor is nothing but a bunch of cowards who inherited some relics from the outer space since ancient times. They are just flattering themselves. If there really is a Great Zhenwu Emperor, these bastards would be the first to be ashes."

Ling Donglai was quite elegant and joined in, saying, "It's just that Wudang and Longhu Mountain in the Song Dynasty are useless. I have had several conversations with Zhang Zhenren, the founder of Wudang Temple at the junction of Yuan Dynasty and Ming Dynasty. Zhang Zhenren once asserted that the real mythical Zhenwu Emperor has long been extinct. It's better not to mention the immortal gods in the sky now!"

These are a group of real big guys.

When talking about the gods in heaven, everyone present had a look of disdain. As they talked, they left Yang Zhao aside and started communicating with each other.

Yang Zhao was also helpless about this.

Although Yang Zhao is a unique and charming person among the younger generation, after all, he has practiced for too short a time and lacks the foundation, so it is difficult for him to interrupt the martial arts exchanges among these top bosses.

Even Zhao Defang, Huang Shang, and Wei Qingqingqing could only be considered as making up the numbers.

There is still a big difference between a Martial Saint and a Martial Saint.

Yang Zhao could see that people like Wang Xianzhi and Ling Donglai were of the same level. They were extremely talented and had a solid foundation, and they could no longer be restricted by their realm.

Dugu Qiubai and Huang Shang are at a slightly lower level. Although they lack background and experience, they are extremely gifted and brilliant, and can barely keep up with the pace of the top bosses.

As for Zhao Defang and Wei Qingqingqing, they were just there to make up the numbers.

While a group of big guys were exchanging ideas on martial arts, the battle on Taihu Lake had come to an end.

Soon, endless blood and resentment condensed into a huge blood rune in the void.

The blood-colored rune flashed lightly, and it seemed to drag the entire Taihu battlefield into another independent void, blocking all perception from the outside world.

No matter whether it was Yang Zhao's spiritual power or the spiritual perception of Wang Xianzhi and others, once they were slightly touched, they would be corroded by the endless blood, evil and resentment on the Taihu battlefield, and would be impossible to penetrate.

At the same time, in the sky above the Taihu battlefield.

As more and more bloody and resentful energy gathered, a bronze gate that seemed to be hidden in the light of the void suddenly appeared in the sky.

Before the bronze gate was opened, boundless divine music and music were already spreading, bewitching people.

Chapter 291: Heaven's Gate Opens, Immortals and Gods Descend to the Earth

The gate of heaven appeared, and divine music, celestial music, and golden lotus of auspicious clouds bloomed in the void, which was wonderful and fascinating.

Ordinary people only need to take one look at that grand and majestic scene, and it will be embedded directly in their hearts and minds like an imprint on their souls, and they will become devout believers from then on.

However, in Yang Zhao's opinion, this scene was extremely disgusting.

In the so-called divine music and celestial dance, and the auspicious golden lotus, there seemed to be endless thoughts of all living beings, including greed, jealousy, arrogance, laziness, rage, lust, resentment, viciousness and so on.

This is a kind of martial arts secret technique, similar to the Mingshen Martial Classic - Sacred Chapter, which emphasizes the power of faith.

It’s just that in that infinite faith, positive thoughts about beauty, happiness, joy, etc. were taken out, and the remaining negative thoughts were recycled and disguised as a grand scene.

Beneath the gorgeous appearance lies endless filth that makes people sick.

Rough, not a single bit is wasted.

Just as Yang Zhao was sighing with emotion, big guys like Wang Xianzhi, Ling Donglai and others all snorted coldly. They had the true meaning of supreme martial arts, which was like a solid wall, isolating all the sounds, emotions, mental ripples, etc. in the sky.

"I really want to rush into that gate and kill all those bastards."

"I wish I could be born in ancient times, to kill all the evildoers."

The two top bosses, Wang Xianzhi and Ling Donglai, had murderous intent condensed on their bodies, shining like immortal light. Even if it was only a flash, it made the sky of Suzhou city full of cracks like a mirror spider web.

"Brother Wang, Brother Ling, please calm down a bit and think more about the millions of people in our Song Dynasty."

Zhao Defang was obviously not that brave. Seeing that the two top bosses were about to lose their temper, he quickly stepped forward and tried to comfort them.

Wang Xianzhi glanced at Zhao Defang, snorted coldly, and said no more.