This middle-aged man, who is dressed like a Taoist but not a Taoist, and looks like a Confucian but not a Confucian, is Wang Xianren, the third generation founder of Xuantian Shenglong Tao. He seems to be only sixty years old, but in fact he is nearly ten years old.
After his father Wang Yangming was killed by the old demon of Heishan, he became a disciple of Xuantian Shenglong Dao and learned the magical power to restrain the old demon of Heishan. After a period of hard training, he cultivated the six sects of Xuantian Shenglong Dao. At the foot of Tianzhu Peak, Zhang Sanfeng was
The grass and reeds formed are even more refined, and they have fallen into the realm of heaven and man. Being able to return to the void in the dark, and vaguely see the past and the future, this kind of magical power is already an incredible realm.
Xuantian ascended the dragon path since Zhang Sanfeng, and the second generation is his disciple Zhang Songxi. During the Zhengtong period of Ming Yingzong, he had a decisive battle with the Black Mountain old demon in Tumubao. The Black Mountain demon used the Suzaku Gang evil fire energy to injure the soul.
With the help of the Confucian master, he reluctantly retreated to Wudang Mountain to cultivate.
But the magic power of the old Black Mountain demon is extraordinary. Zhang Songxi was hit by the real star fire, and he was helpless. His energy was burned dry by the fire, so that his soul was exhausted and could not be recovered. He barely managed to survive for a hundred years, until during the Jiajing period, Wang Xianren's mantle was passed down, and he finally took the form of a god.
Scattered.
Wang Xianren is a master, and his father died at the hands of the old Black Mountain demon of this generation. Regardless of his righteousness for the country and the people, he has a sworn hatred against the old Black Mountain demon.
"I use my supernatural power to see the future, but the future is illusory and illusory. It belongs to God and is unpredictable. I can only see flowers in the mist. I can't see it clearly. However, the evildoer will not be eliminated for a day, and I will not have peace for a day. For the sake of
All people in the world will not hesitate to kill their relatives. Mingde, Zhang Juzheng, Huang Daozhou, and Liu Zongzhou will have a decisive battle with the old monster of Montenegro, and I will go to Hetuala sooner or later!" Wang Xianren clasped his hands and faced Lang Lang
The high-sheng Hongyue stood up straight, and the wind blew the crane-white Confucian uniform with a rustling sound.
My whole body seemed to melt into the wind. If I closed my eyes, I would never feel that there was such a person standing in front of me. It was actually the realm of the unity of heaven and man in Confucianism.
"The aliens outside the customs are greedy, have the mentality of tigers and wolves, and do not understand etiquette, law, benevolence and justice. Humans are like animals. Once they gain power, they will do the things of animals!" The Confucian scholar holding the folding fan is obviously the Mingde in Wang Xianren's mouth, and he is suddenly stern.
He got up, clicked his folding fan, pointed to the north, and drew a semicircle toward the far west, fully displaying the momentum of a Confucian scholar pointing out the country.
"A hundred years ago, in the battle of Tumubao, foreigners actually captured me, Emperor Yingzong of the Ming Dynasty. What a shame. It's a pity that it happened a hundred years ago. Now, our Ming Dynasty is still the imperial court[*]. Most of them are greedy people. They annihilate the ministers and eunuchs are in power. Everywhere the people are living in dire straits.
, the former Emperor Zhengde favored the eunuch Liu Jin and persecuted loyal ministers. After the Jiajing and Longqing dynasties, there was still no improvement. We had no choice but to abandon Confucianism and return to our own lives, but now His Majesty Wanli is using Zhang Juzheng to rectify the officialdom, border defense, and land.
Obviously I am determined to work hard to be a generation of Ming Lord and restore my great Ming Dynasty's great reputation. It is when I come down from the mountain to assist Ming Lord, what do you think, senior brother?"
This Mingde was also a Confucian scholar. He also studied under Wang Yangming at that time. He was full of ambitions, preached benevolence and righteousness, and helped the world. However, the emperors of the Zhengde, Jiajing, and Longqing dynasties were mediocre, doting on eunuchs, and having fun. Even Wang Yangming himself could not live alone at that time.
, was powerless about the government, so he had to use his magical powers to travel far away from the border, challenge the old monster of Montenegro, and make a last effort for the Ming Dynasty, but in the end he failed in his efforts.
"Of course I have good intentions, but the struggle for power in the court is no small matter. Zhang Juzheng wanted to reform, but the measures he took were too drastic. He did not see the benefits before seeing the harm. Moreover, most of the ministers in the court were conservative. Although Zhang Juzheng was very popular with the emperor
I am favored, but the implementation of the policy may not be smooth, and I am afraid there will be many obstacles. If I enter the court, I will definitely disagree with Zhang Juzheng's political views, and he will not tolerate me. Why bother to fight internally?
When the rivers and lakes are far away, we worry about the people. Although you and I are in the rivers and lakes, as long as we have the will, we can still assist me in the great Ming Dynasty. Now you and I are practitioners, how can we still not see through it?"
Wang Xianren still didn't look back, letting the strong wind blow his clothes, his eyes were as dazed as smoke, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Senior brother has seen through it all." Mingde hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to refute, but in the end he didn't say it, so he had to change the topic, "The three great masters of the Confucian sect challenge the old demon of Black Mountain, what will the result be, senior brother?"
"The old monster from Montenegro has incredible skills. This battle is not optimistic!" Wang Xianren kept his eyes on the north. "But now the world is in chaos, and sectarian disputes have also arisen. Although the Manchus and Mongols outside the pass have joined forces, most of the Mongols believe in Tibetan traditions.
The Buddhist lama monks are all respected by the Black Mountain Old Demon. The Montenegro Old Demon is fierce and domineering, and there must be many contradictions between the two. Moreover, there are many masters of Tibetan Buddhism. Some of them are old monks, Dharma Kings, who have practiced the secret method of reincarnation, reincarnated many times, and have great supernatural powers, especially the Yellow Sect.
, the leader of the lamas of the three sects of the Black Sect and the Red Sect, I am afraid that my magical power will not be inferior to mine. The old demon from Black Mountain has made many enemies, and he may not be able to please me. The fierceness of this battle is beyond our imagination."
Early in the morning, I watched the sun rise from the top of Wudang Mountain. Golden snakes were dancing wildly, and there were thousands of rays of light. The sun gradually rose higher, and the clouds covering the mountains dispersed. Looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, there were thousands of scenes, a great river and mountains. The two of them were pointing out the mountains and rivers, and talking about the general trend of the world.
Suddenly, a scream like a wolf's howl came faintly from the horizon. Wang Xianren's eyes changed. He saw a dark cloud coming from the north under the sun. It was as fast as a galloping horse. It was only the size of a palm at first, but it was approaching in an instant.
, expanded and spread, almost all over the sky, rolling furiously, the sun was immediately covered by dark clouds, covering the top of Tianzhu Peak in Wudang Mountain thousands of meters high in darkness.
The black clouds were billowing, as if they were about to collapse at any time, which was shocking.
Then, a piercing voice sounded, "Wang Xianren, you actually used your celestial voyeurism to explore my Seven Killing Demon Palace and violated my taboo. Before the decisive battle, you used your Xuantian Shenglong Dao to offer sacrifices to my soul!"
Among the black clouds, the unique voice of the Black Mountain Demon came out, and then the billowing black clouds fell down into a piece as big as an acre, with flames flying above it, forming a huge throne.
Wearing a black robe, silver hair, and nails two feet long, the old Black Mountain demon sat firmly on the throne where the black clouds and flames condensed. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He pointed with his hand, and the black clouds in the world were like the break of the Milky Way, rolling down like a huge
A dark cover covered the huge Tianzhu Peak from top to bottom, and from the roots up. Suddenly, the surroundings were dark and dense, with no light visible. The heat was steaming, and the flowers, plants and trees on the mountain gradually withered.
The old demon of Black Mountain condensed the souls of the three corpses, turned one into three, spread it out with one soul, carried the black evil energy, mobilized the true fire of the stars, and covered the entire Tianzhu Peak. One soul condensed into a throne to hold himself up.
The physical body, the other one still exists in the body to support physical actions.
Wang Xianren saw that the old demon from Heishan had traveled thousands of miles from Changbai Mountain in Liaodong. It turned out that he had noticed that he was using his supernatural powers. He knew that the old demon from Heishan was domineering and powerful.
Covering the entire Tianzhu Peak, and mobilizing the true fire of the soul, he wants to refine the entire Tianzhu Peak and himself into magma. His method is so powerful that he is indeed the best demon in the world.
"Old demon from Black Mountain, it's okay for you to be arrogant outside the customs, but you come to Wudang Mountain in the Central Plains to run wild!"
Mingde saw that the surrounding temperature was gradually rising, and it was already unbearably hot. Some vegetation actually burned, and the entire Tianzhu Peak was dotted with sparks. He quickly unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and it actually floated above his head. He saw "" drawn on the folding fan.
Picture of Rivers Entering the Sea".
Phew! Dozens of crystal water lines spurted out from the folding fan, covering the body. Mingde Tianling rushed out a stream of milky white air, condensed Chengren, the body made a crackling sound, shriveled up, but escaped from the soul and floated
Above the head, the Yuan Shen's hands moved forward, and suddenly a cold wave rolled in. One hundred and eight rays of blue light were like lightning, piercing through the air like a spiritual snake piercing the sky, and slashing towards the surrounding black clouds.
Mingde used his soul to display the Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword, and the blade actually reached two to three hundred feet away. The mysterious sword roared through the air, mixed with the faint sound of wind and thunder. The surrounding black clouds were the manifestation of the old demon soul of Black Mountain,
Mingde wanted to use the Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword to break through it with a single slash, injuring the opponent's soul. However, using his soul to control the sword, its power exceeded its limit.
The black cloud turned over and suddenly shot out one hundred and eight red lines of fire. The star true fire of Suzaku Qisu and the green light of the Xuan Dao touched. The sound of the Xuan Dao disappeared, and with such a fierce strike of the Sanyin Demon Killing Dao, it was instantly wiped out.
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"Even your master Zhang Songxi can't hurt me, let alone you?" The old Black Mountain demon laughed like a wolf and howled, "If Zhang Sanfeng comes to use it, it will naturally hurt my soul, Wang Xianren! I heard that you are practicing hard to practice your magical powers, so you are going to kill me.
, now let me see how far your cultivation has reached!"
Mingde saw that the Xuan Dao was useless, and then he realized that the old Black Mountain Demon was more powerful than the rumors. His soul changed, and he raised a majestic sword with purple light, cut through the air with electricity, and stabbed the body of the old Black Mountain Demon on the throne.
This is the "Purple Qi Imperial Master Sword" developed by Mingde with great righteousness.
As soon as a Confucian scholar enters a Confucian school, he will become an emperor's teacher, educate the people of the world, and be a teacher for all generations. As soon as he enters a Confucian school, he will refine this sword. This is exactly his ambition.
Seeing the purple light flying towards him, the old Black Mountain demon smiled and did not get up. He grabbed it with his left hand and a ball of black energy flew out of his hand. However, he used Xuanyin Heisha Grasping to grab the sword.
Mingde quickly performed the Wudang Shenglong Sword Technique. The flying sword trembled and made the sound of dragons. Purple light swayed, thousands of lines flew vertically and horizontally in the black light, jumped up and down, and pierced again and again, but they were always entangled by the black evil energy. Although they barely managed
He can resist and prevent his opponent from grabbing his sword, but he is unable to attack.
Wang Xianren saw the old Black Mountain demon sitting high in the sky, looking confident, and knew that the opponent's magic power was very powerful. He had dominated the world for more than a hundred years since his debut, and was unbeatable. Although his own magic power was not inferior to the three great masters of Confucianism, he had to
I don't even have the slightest chance of defeating the number one demon in the world.
"Old Monster of Black Mountain! Sooner or later, you and I will have a battle, but not today." Wang Xianren's tone was calm and without any fluctuation. For masters like him, they are all people with a mind as firm as a rock. Even if life and death are in front of them, they will not blink an eye.
.Two air streams, one green and one white, rushed out from Wang Xianren's head, with the green air going downwards and the white air upwards, forming a turtle-snake shape.
The green energy instantly turned into a huge divine turtle crawling on the top of the mountain. The turtle's back covered half an acre in radius. The thirteen huge back shells were green and black in color. Although it was the condensed energy, it was still vivid. It seemed real, but it was Wang Xianrenyuan.
God manifests.
Wang Xianren's physical body shriveled up and he sat in the mouth of the divine turtle. Another soul transformed into a spiritual snake, which was a thousand meters long and as thick as a bucket. It was white and crystal clear. It spread its teeth and claws. It floated up and coiled in front of the old Black Mountain demon's throne, looking down from the sky.