214. Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and martial arts, the battle of the four veins (the 8th month)
The secret secret skill of the Western Chu royal family is the Overlord Spear, which is even more powerful than what Marshal Chang He has learned.
Xiang Qianshan's almost sneak attack shot, although it lacked a bit of upright and domineering, was extremely vicious, fast and cruel.
Taoist practitioners inherently resist the close approach of warriors.
At this moment, Xiang Qianshan's shot had already reached Taoist Zhichen's body.
Under the powerful evil aura of the eighth level warrior, Taoist Zhichen's illusion technique cannot even work.
The false illusion formed by the clouds and smoke was directly shattered by the impact of the evil spirit, revealing the true body in the distance.
And the point pointed by Xiang Qianshan's spear was exactly where Taoist Zhichen's true body was.
Taoist Zhichen could only barely use the Phantom Smoke to move his position.
But another opponent, Chang He, is waiting here.
The broadsword in his hand turned into a white light that was tens of meters long, and struck at the Taoist Zhichen with the force of cutting off mountains.
Among the seven-colored phantom clouds of Taoist Zhichen, a fly whisk flew out, which was exactly the Wangxin whisk, one of the three magical tools of his Forgetfulness of Truth.
With a flick of the dust in his heart, billowing clouds and smoke gathered, barely blocking Chang He's sword.
But Xiang Qianshan's Overlord Spear had already struck again at this time.
The sneak attack failed, but Xiang Qianshan was not affected at all and simply attacked head-on.
Only in this way can the power of the Overlord Spear be more fully unleashed.
This one shot actually seemed to be stronger than the sneak attack that I had been accumulating and observing for a long time.
With the addition of domineering momentum, the power of Xiang Qianshan's spear seems to be constantly growing upwards, with no end in sight.
The Taoist Master Zhichen withdrew his physical body, looked at the whisk in his hand, and then swung it forward.
The heavy clouds and mist seemed to have condensed into a solid body at this moment, resisting Xiang Qianshan's shot.
The domineering spear pierced through the heavy clouds and mist, and still arrived in front of Taoist Zhichen.
Taoist Zhichen suddenly pinched the magic formula.
The clouds and mist that had just been pierced by the spear had condensed but not dispersed. At this time, they turned into thunder clouds, then rolled with thunder and exploded in a series!
Xiang Qianshan's spear couldn't help but tremble slightly due to this unexpected explosion.
The invincible and invincible domineering momentum was immediately eliminated.
Taoist Zhichen took advantage of this opportunity and quickly used the magic smoke to transform, drifting back and away from Xiang Qianshan.
"This thunder method...has some Taoist artistic conception of Qingyun Temple in it!"
As a master of the Western Chu clan, Xiang Qianshan had some knowledge of the top masters and inheritance of the former neighboring Eastern Tang Dynasty.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that the thunder method of Qingyun Temple was actually integrated into Taoist Zhichen's spell.
"I heard that Qingyun Temple was destroyed by you. It's not surprising that you got the inheritance of Qingyun Temple."
Xiang Qianshan looked at Taoist Zhichen: "I just didn't expect that you would be able to integrate the secrets inherited from Qingyun Temple into your own magic of Wangzhen Temple so quickly."
Taoist Zhichen didn't bother to answer his question.
Although he barely avoided Xiang Qianshan's attack, Chang He's sword light from the other side immediately swept up again.
The white light was like a hurricane, firmly surrounding Taoist Zhichen, and then continued to compress.
Taoist Zhichen lost the opportunity and was suppressed by martial arts experts of the same level. If he tried to resolve it again, the difficulty would be ten times or dozens of times higher.
Just when he was acting in danger, suddenly an extremely terrifying thunder light flew from the distance and hit Chang He's sword light heavily.
A gap appeared between the mountains of sword light.
Taoist Zhichen should use the magic of phantom smoke to escape from it.
Xiang Qianshan and Chang He both looked at the sky on the other side.
There, there was a blue thundercloud floating quietly.
The figure of a Taoist priest is looming among them.
Above his head, there was a piece of Jade Ruyi floating.
"Leiyun Ruyi of Qingyun Temple, this Taoist teaching is also a direct descendant of Qingyun Temple."
Xiang Qianshan took a look: "Is there a traitor among the direct descendants of Qingyun Temple? By the way, I heard that there is a man named Gu Hechuan who has betrayed Qingyun Temple a long time ago."
Sure enough, Gu Hechuan's figure appeared in the thunder clouds.
His expression was solemn, and there was a hint of sacredness in his expression.
Finally getting what he dreamed of, Gu Hechuan's whole mind seemed to be baptized and sublimated by it.
Ever since Mr. Wuyun gave him Leiyun Ruyi, Gu Hechuan has been concentrating on caring for him.
Now he is not only able to control this magical weapon, but he even feels that his overall cultivation has improved.
After many years of untying the knot in his mind, and with the magical weapon and the Nascent Soul nourishing each other, Gu Hechuan felt that he could vaguely see the gate to the eighth realm of Dharma.
As long as he is given some more time, he will be sure to break through the calmness he has experienced for many years and achieve the Dharma.
However, before that, he first had to face the enemy at this moment with Taoist Zhichen.
Gu Hechuan mobilized the thunder clouds and set up a sea of yin and yang thunder to protect the Taoist Zhichen.
While looking at Taoist Zhichen, Xiang Qianshan said to Chang He, "I'll deal with this, you deal with that."
Chang He nodded and immediately took the initiative to face Gu Hechuan's Yin Yang Lei Hai.
Although his cultivation strength is not as good as Xiang Qianshan, he is still a martial arts master in the eighth level.
Under the condensation of evil spirit, he is not afraid of the violent thunder transformed by the opponent's spell.
Gu Hechuan had Thunder Cloud Ruyi in hand, but he was not afraid of Chang He.
But in this case, he would not be able to take care of Taoist Zhichen.
Taoist Zhichen faced Xiang Qianshan alone. Even though he had a whisk in his hand, he still had no advantage.
The opponent's Overlord Spear is too fierce and overbearing.
If he hadn't already figured out the Taoist teachings of Qingyun Temple and made some new breakthroughs, facing Xiang Qianshan now, he might have had no choice but to run away.
But now, he can only try his best to deal with Xiang Qianshan.
In the distance, a shrill scream suddenly sounded, like an ape's cry.
However, it was not a demon monkey or a master of magic who practiced the magic ape transformation.
Instead, the sound of swords clanging.
Liang Shi, the elder of Ape Fairy Mountain, has a sword in his hand at this moment. Every time he draws his sword, there is a shrill sword cry, one after another, and they are connected together, like ape cries one after another.
With his seventh-level martial arts cultivation and concentrated murderous aura, every sword strike seemed to bring mountains of corpses and seas of blood, killing all living beings.
Under his continuous and increasingly fierce attacks, his opponent gradually became unable to hold on any longer.
Zhao Zhan, a great scholar who was in the seventh realm with Liang Shi, was already injured because he had been besieged before. He was gradually unable to withstand Liang Shi's increasingly faster and more fierce swords.
The copybook he reluctantly wrote has been torn apart by Liang Shi's Immortal Ape Sword.
At this moment, Liang Shigeng was already close to him, one sword strike faster than the other, forcing him to barely finish writing the book.
In desperation, Zhao Zhan could only resist the opponent's series of offensives with more words and tongue.
However, Liang Shi's sword kept making sharp whistling noises, which kept interfering with Zhao Zhan's performance.
Fortunately, the classic principles passed down by the Zhao family were "impeccable". When writing and speaking, they were extremely smooth and difficult to find fault with, so they were not disturbed by Liang Shi.
Coupled with the blessing of the magical power of studying things to gain knowledge and penetrating into the body, Zhao Zhan was able to support him without courtesy even when he was in sorrow, and would not die under the opponent's sharp sword.
However, his old injuries and new injuries all appeared together, making it increasingly difficult to support him, and he was already in danger.
However, Taoist Zhichen and Gu Hechuan were currently at a disadvantage by their respective opponents and were unable to help Zhao Zhan.
Liang Shi suddenly let out a shocking roar.
The combination of the warrior's fiery energy and blood and murderous aura is earth-shattering.
Zhao Zhan was shocked to the point where blood and energy were boiling all over his body. The wound couldn't be controlled and it immediately burst open and spurted blood.
The words he was about to put on the pen immediately stopped, leaving only a huge ink dot.
Zhao Zhan didn't show his magical power, so Liang Shi's Immortal Ape Sword pierced his chest straight with the sword.
Just when Zhao Zhan had no choice but to close his eyes and wait for death, suddenly a hand stretched out from beside him.
With a flick of his palm, the sword blade suddenly swung far away and could no longer stab Zhao Zhan.
Liang Shi, the elder of Yuanxian Mountain, was shaken all over. He could hardly hold the sword in his hand and was about to let go.
His whole body flew out in the direction of the sword in his hand, and then he managed to use up the huge force to avoid being bounced away by the opponent's sword.
Liang Shi turned around and looked around, and couldn't help being surprised.
Then he saw that the person who came to Zhao Zhan and saved his life turned out to be a young monk who looked to be in his teens.
"My Buddha is compassionate."
The young monk is Huiming.
He suddenly appeared, and Xiang Qianshan and Chang He were shocked.
"Master, are you helping Chang'an?" Xiang Qianshan asked.
Huiming clasped his palms together and said: "I don't dare to be a benefactor and make false praises. The poor monk just hopes that the army will withdraw from the land under Chang'an. If the war is over, life will inevitably be ruined."
Xiang Qianshan said coldly: "You have to know that it was Chang'an who stirred up trouble first and offended me first!"
Monk Huiming said: "The poor monk hopes that there will be less killings in the world, and he also knows that the karma of hatred is difficult to break. If the benefactor is determined to retaliate, please go to the rivers and lakes and don't involve ordinary people."
Xiang Qianshan asked coldly: "Why are you meddling in this business?"
Huiming put down his hands: "If you have any karma, I am willing to try to bear it."
Xiang Qianshan sneered: "Okay!"
After that, he shot a fierce shot straight into the chest of little monk Huiming!
Huiming did not dodge or evade, but stood still and allowed the opponent to stab him with a spear.
Golden light flashed around him, condensing into the towering Sumeru Mountain.
But how domineering is the Overlord Spear of Western Chu?
The sharp spear point dug a deep hole in Mount Xumi on the spot.
The tip of the gun penetrated deeply into the mountain.
Cracks spread from the tip of the gun to the surrounding areas.
The entire Mount Sumeru seemed to collapse into pieces.
Monk Huiming still stood where he was.
He clasped his palms together and chanted sutras silently.
Inside Mount Sumeru, you can see lotuses blooming one after another.
Lotus flowers are everywhere, filling the gaps in Mount Meru.
Xiang Qianshan sneered again and again and kept stimulating his strength.
The condensed evil spirit penetrated into Mount Sumeru.
Lotus flowers one after another withered due to evil spirits.
Without the repair of the lotus, Mount Sumeru is full of cracks again and is about to be broken at the sight of it.
Xiang Qianshan was about to attack Huanglong in one fell swoop and stab the obstructive and pedantic young monk to death without giving him a chance to repent and resist.
But the Sumeru Gold Mountain in front of him suddenly disintegrated and shattered.
But the golden mountain was shattered, and the forward momentum of Xiang Qianshan's Overlord Spear slowed down instead.
The resistance ahead is getting bigger.
The advance of the gun tip became slower and slower, until it finally stopped completely and could no longer continue.
Xiang Qianshan, who was born in the Western Chu royal family and has extensive knowledge, had a thought in his mind: