Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　The last time Ying Yu killed Murong Bo, although the four famous arresters did not show up to meet him, they had a tacit understanding with each other.

　　What's more, with the intelligence capabilities of Six Gates, how could Ying Yu also come to Wudang Mountain?

　　The five masters headed by Zhuge Zhengga stared at Ying Yu, and Tie Shou's palm fell on the glove tied around his waist.

　　Boom!

　　Although it was the first time they met, Qin State had no grievances or enmity with Song Dynasty in the past, but as long as Ying Yu was captured, Qin State could be annexed without bloodshed.

　　Without any need for extra words, Zhuge Zhengwu, Ruthless, Iron Hand, Chasing Life, and Cold-blooded reached a tacit understanding. They gathered together with the skills from Zaimen to stir up the situation and make the sky that was originally blue and clear to be covered with dark clouds.

　　A huge mountain-shaped Qi Jin condensed and formed, carrying the power of thunder and lightning, and launched a crushing attack on Ying Yu.

　　"Since I dare to come, I am not afraid that others will take action against me!"

　　The five people from the six doors attacked him, and Ying Yu could even think of what they were thinking with his toes.

　　Immediately, with the cultivation of the realm of the great master, the supreme Daluotian divine art was operated.

　　Supreme Daluotian, the spirit of the black dragon!

　　Hey!

　　With no sword in his hand, Ying Yu made moves at will, and a black dragon with a length of [-] feet condensed and formed behind him.

　　A dragon roar resounded thousands of miles around Wudang Mountain, like a real dragon descending into the world, carrying the supreme power.

　　The Qi of the Black Dragon, gathered from the two great forces of Feng Shui, meets the Qi of the Yamagata of Zhuge Zheng and others.

　　"Hehehe."

　　At some point, Xiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang, came to the vicinity and looked at the black dragon in the sky with its fangs and claws. Xiao Feng couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

　　The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms can play a dragon-shaped Qi Jin, which means that the opponent is regarded as a poisonous dragon.

　　But Xiao Feng is sure that his eighteen palms of subduing dragons are facing this black dragon, and who will subdue who?

　　Ying Yu's move was quick and fast, approaching Mo Ya, who served as his guard, and Bai Feng and the two did not have time to make a move.

　　Yamagata's Qi Jin and Heilong Qi's qi collided head-to-head. Thousands of miles around, he was shocked to hear the thunder burst. The towering Wudang Mountain trembled, and the immortal trees for thousands of years trembled.

　　The light and rain formed by the aftermath of the battle between the six great masters fell from the sky, which was equivalent to a blow from a master of heaven and man, which had to be suffered by Wudang Mountain.

　　"stop!"

　　Zi Zhang Sanfeng was neither deaf nor blind, so he naturally sensed the conflict between Ying Yu and Zhuge Zheng and his party.

　　This Taoist Niu Er, recognized by countless people as a living immortal, with a calm expression on his face and a clear drink spread all over Wudang Mountain.

　　hum!

　　Before he finished speaking, a huge Tai Chi pattern rose from the Zixiao Palace, and in an instant it became a thousand feet in size, covering the entire Wudang Mountain.

　　A little bit of light rain fell on the Tai Chi pattern held up by Zhang Sanfeng, like a mud cow entering the sea.  …

　　The dark clouds that covered the sky, in Zhang Sanfeng's clear drink, disappeared, and the rising sun reappeared.

　　"The ancestor's magic is unparalleled, and the world is invincible!"

　　"Master's magic!"

　　"The three flowers of the patriarch gather on the top, the five energies are rising, and the ascension is imminent!"

　　……

　　Everything happened so fast that people who didn't know what to do would probably think that all these changes were just a peculiar astronomical phenomenon.

　　If it weren't for the thousand-zhang Taiji map covering the top of Wudang Mountain slowly dissipating, I am afraid Wudang disciples would not believe it, this is really Zhang Sanfeng's handwriting.

　　A moment later, the Wudang Mountains stretched for hundreds of miles, thousands of ravines, and undulating mountains up and down the Wudang Mountains, and the cheers from Wudang disciples resounded.

　　After witnessing Zhang Sanfeng's divine power, the Wudang disciples who had been uneasy because of the arrival of heroes from all walks of life, dissipated the haze in their hearts, and replaced them with infinite confidence.

　　Even if a real immortal descends to the world, they still believe that this patriarch can turn the tide.

　　Wudang Town, an inn.

　　"Amitabha!"

　　The entire inn has been wrapped up by a group of monks, and these monks have also seen such a big movement on Wudang Mountain.

　　In an upper room, Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci, together with the elders: Kong Wen, Kongzhi, Kongxing, Dabei and others were there.

　　Xuanci glanced outside, put her palms together, and recited the Buddha's name:

　　"Zhang Zhenzhen's martial arts are unparalleled in the world, but unfortunately, I don't know the truth of my Buddha!"

　　There was a hint of regret in the words.

　　Wudang Zhang Sanfeng was once a disciple of Shaolin layman, and later left Shaolin Temple for some reason and founded Wudang School in Wudang Mountain.

　　Although Shaolin accused Zhang Sanfeng of being a traitor for many years, many people regretted Zhang Sanfeng's departure.

　　If he stayed in Shaolin Temple, Shaolin's momentum would be ten times stronger than today!

　　"Senior brother, the boat is done, it's too late to regret it." Zen Master Dabei knew why Xuanci regretted, and said with relief, "Three days later, I will wait until I go up the mountain and have a fight with him."

　　"That's a great word!"

　　The words of Zen Master Dabei have been recognized by the monks, such as emptiness, Xuancheng and others, and they are even more eager to set up their hands, wanting to defeat the prestige of Wudang and prove the power of Shaolin!

　　"Amitabha!"

　　Seeing that the group of monks were angry, an old monk with a beard in the corner silently recited the Buddha's name.

　　A Buddha's horn made the monks shut up. .

Chapter 166

　　The battle between Ying Yu and Zhuge Zheng and his party was stopped by Zhang Sanfeng.Mo Ya and Bai Feng never imagined that someone would dare to attack their Majesty.

　　The dust settled, and they took a step forward in no particular order, blocking in front of Ying Yu, excited and murderous.

　　Mo Ya and Bai Feng were born as killers, and it is estimated that they themselves can't count how many people they killed.

　　The murderous aura leaked out and acted on Zhuge Zhengwu and his party. Rao was Zhuge Zhengwu and the four famous arresters, who were all first-class masters, and was also surprised.

　　I have counted Zhuge Zheng all my life, even if the murderous aura of Yan's madmen who fought alone in the past was inferior to that of Mo Ya and Bai Feng.

　　As for the four famous arrests headed by Ruthless, it was even more unbearable.

　　In the past, the Four Great Famous people captured the rivers and lakes, and I don't know how many wicked people were caught, but compared with these two people, they all became pure and harmless little sheep.

　　Pieces of green leaves fell from the branches, and it was clearly early summer, but the green leaves that should have been the most vibrant, withered into dead leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if spanning the four seasons.

　　"Mo Ya, Bai Feng, come back!"

　　Ying Yu carried his hands on his back, his magic was restrained, and he shouted clearly.

　　"Yes, Your Majesty!"

　　Mo Ya, Bai Feng got Ying Yu's order and retreated behind him, but his eyes were not separated from Zhuge Zheng and me.

　　"Marquis Zhuge, do you still want to fight? If you want to fight, it's better to go down to Wudang Mountain. I will accompany you to fight!"

　　"No need!" Zhuge Zheng's old cheeks showed a bit of bitterness, "With His Majesty Qin's martial arts, he is indeed qualified to come and go freely in the Song Dynasty, and this old man does not want to humiliate himself. For the rudeness just now, this old man will naturally blame Zhang Zhenren. apologize!"

　　"is it?"

　　"Ha ha!"

　　After some verbal confrontation, Ying Yu and Zhuge Zheng I looked at each other and smiled, the smile was extremely sincere, and matched with their descriptions, it was like a one-on-one meeting.

　　"Pindao has seen Marquis Zhuge and His Majesty the Emperor Qin' ~."

　　Ying Yu and his party, along with Zhuge Zheng and me, went to the Zixiao Palace together.

　　Arriving in front of the gate of Zixiao Palace, a crane with a childish face, an extraordinary old Taoist with dozens of Taoist priests with profound internal skills, was already waiting.

　　Looking at his eyes, in those eyes, the Tai Chi diagram of the yin and yang fishes appeared.

　　Obviously standing in front, but Zhuge Zhengwu, Mo Ya, Bai Feng and other masters can't lock the other party's qi at all. He seems to be integrated into everything in the world, leaving only a phantom.

　　The head of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng!

　　"I don't dare, I don't dare." Zhuge Zheng I repeatedly rejected, bowed and saluted, "Zhang Zhenren, the junior has just been Meng Lang, please forgive me."

　　"The Lord of God's words are serious." Zhang Sanfeng reached out and lifted Zhuge Zheng to me, "It's just a small matter."

　　Having said that, Zhang Sanfeng did not forget to look at Ying Yu.

　　"Zhang Zhenren, I've admired it for a long time."

　　Ying Yu hugged Zhang Sanfeng and said sincerely.

　　Crazy boy!

　　The Wudang masters behind Zhang Sanfeng were suddenly displeased when they saw Ying Yu being so supportive.

　　"Your Majesty is very kind." Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly at Ying Yu, his eyes touched, Zhang Sanfeng had been practicing hard for a hundred years, and his pure and mellow internal strength had opened up the world to Ying Yu. Less than half the price.

　　What a powerful martial arts, what a terrible person!

　　…………

　　At night, Wudang Mountain.

　　Ying Yu and his party went to Wudang Mountain, and the gifts they brought with them were to be presented on the birthday banquet day.

　　Song Yuanqiao, who was in charge of Wudang's customary affairs on behalf of Zhang Sanfeng, arranged for Ying Yu, Li Qingluo and others to stay in a Taoist temple near Zixiao Palace.

　　In the dark night, the buildings built by the Taoist monks in Wudang relying on the mountains, as well as the lush green forests all over the mountains, under the thin night haze, seemed to hide countless monsters and ghosts, which scared the faint-hearted half to death.

　　In the yard of the Taoist temple, Ying Yu, dressed in black, with a handsome face as conspicuous as a bright pearl in the night, stood upright in the yard without falling asleep.

　　In the house behind him, there were occasional dreams, and Li Qingluo, who had reunited after a long absence, took her daughter to sleep with her, talking from time to time.

　　"Ugh!"

　　Ying Yu raised her head to look at the sky, the stars were in the Big Dipper, and the stars in the sky were like finely broken gems, creating a quiet and distant place.