Crossing a ridge in the wind and snow, the scene in front of us suddenly changed. A large lake was surrounded by mountains, with vast water areas and green colors that lasted for days. Even Cheng Sanwu was shocked when he saw this scenery.
"There is no mistake, this is Tianchi."
Mr. Changqing walked in the snow, looked far away, and sighed: "Eight peaks form a town, and a lake is like jade. It is truly a majestic landscape with profound and vast atmosphere. It can be called the great cardinal of the Tianshan Mountains! I have never heard of such a majestic form in the past.
But I am short-sighted."
Su Wangting and Afu arrived later, and they were also amazed by the scenery of Tianchi.
"There is nothing more miraculous than this in the wonders of nature." Su Wangting sighed deeply, as if his martial arts cultivation that had been delayed for many years had improved at this moment.
Afu stared at a smoke-filled area on the shore of Tianchi Lake and asked, "Is this where the barrier is activated?"
Mr. Changqing did not hesitate, and sat down directly in the wind and snow. Seeing him concentrating for a moment, he then stood up and said: "This is the right place! I can sense that the barrier hub is located at the bottom of the lake, and it is constantly transforming the earth's energy for use!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Go down quickly and break the barrier, find out the false leader and cut him into pieces!" Cheng Sanwu shrugged his shoulders and neck, impatiently.
"Old Cheng, please don't worry." Su Wangting looked at Mr. Changqing and said, "I heard what Mr. Chang said on the way that there may be a black dragon entrenched in this Tianchi. Is this true?"
Mr. Changqing hesitated a little: "This is Master Zhou's guess. I can't be sure about the specific situation. But now it seems that there may not really be a black dragon here."
"Why did you say that?" Afu asked.
Mr. Changqing raised his hand and pointed at Tianchi: "In addition to relying on the earth's energy, the operation of the barrier also requires many ritual arrangements. Dragon species are refractory by nature and cannot tolerate others disturbing the nest."
"Can't the demon subdue the black dragon and force it to work for him?" Afu questioned.
Mr. Changqing slowly turned his face, and instead of ridiculing him like before, he calmly replied: "If that's really the case, I suggest you leave here right now."
Afu smiled and passed without saying anything more. But Su Wangting listened and asked seriously: "We ordinary people have never seen a real dragon. Do you think it takes a lot of magic power to subdue a black dragon?"
Mr. Changqing became serious: "More than a hundred years ago, a dragon was making trouble in the Pengze area, gathering demons and causing great harm, and no one could stop it. In the end, Mr. Hongya took action, throwing a staff to cut off the river flow, and howling loudly.
I ordered Feng Lei to fight fiercely with the dragon, and finally subdued it."
"Mr. Hong Ya?" Su Wangting was slightly surprised: "Could it be the Qingcheng Immortal Uncle who was canonized by the previous dynasty?"
"Exactly."
The Taoist sect has always regarded immortality and ascension as immortals as its sect, and has therefore been sought after by ancient and modern emperors. However, the affairs of immortals have always been mysterious and unpredictable, leaving aside the official history books, and the legends of strange immortals are often decorated and exaggerated, which inevitably makes them false and fictitious.
People in the world may have heard about gods, but rarely witnessed them, and they are inevitably mixed with additional information. Especially for people with a little wider knowledge, most of them are regarded as gods. Except for those who live in seclusion and practice, most of them are charlatans and magicians.
Use some magic tricks to deceive wealth.
But even so, there are still masters in the Taoist sect who have powerful magic and are regarded by the world as immortals. Mr. Hongya, the Qingcheng Xianbo, is one of them.
"Who is that?" Cheng Sanwu asked.
"Have you never heard of Qingcheng Immortal Uncle?" Mr. Changqing looked disdainful.
"Why should I have heard of it?" Cheng Sanwu didn't show any signs of weakness.
Su Wangting explained: "Mr. Hongya was a Taoist master more than a hundred years ago. The Taizu of this dynasty also issued an order to invite him to be promoted to an official position. Unfortunately, Mr. Hongya was unwilling to become an official in the dynasty, and he had always been
The divine dragon has seen its head but not its tail. Decades ago, there was a legend that he appeared in Jingchu, but the court could not find him, so he thought he had attained enlightenment and became an immortal."
"What are you pretending to be? Aren't you still acting like a charlatan? I'll probably fall over one day when I go out and die in a smelly ditch and no one will know." Cheng Sanwu said with a smile.
"It's so stupid!" Mr. Changqing couldn't stand hearing it anymore. The master who had been regarded as the most likely to attain immortality in the past two hundred years was so unworthy in Cheng Sanwu's mouth. It was really disgusting.
The big maroon horse following Cheng Sanwu neighed a few times and seemed quite happy.
"Even if the demon doesn't have a black dragon to help him, there are other demons under his command," Su Wangting reminded.
"One will kill one, two will kill a pair." Cheng Sanwu said without fear: "And the false leader is also made of flesh and blood, so he can still be hacked to death with a knife."
"Wait until you can get close to him before you talk nonsense." Mr. Changqing sneered.
"To deal with magicians, we don't necessarily have to fight close to each other." Qi Zhiyi arrived at this time and said with a smile: "Before departure this time, Taoist Master Shang led a group of disciples to add spells to bows and arrows. We have used these many times in the past.
Magic arrows are used to deal with troublesome sorcerers and demons, and are specialized in breaking protective spells."
Cheng Sanwu said worriedly: "I have tried those magic arrows, but I'm afraid they may not be able to hurt the false leader."
Qi Zhiyi punched him directly in the chest: "So I still have to rely on you. Directly activate the powerful Gang Qi to break the opponent's protective spell in one fell swoop."
Cheng Sanwu just nodded heavily when he heard this and didn't say much else.
"Compared with the protective spells, I'm more worried about this barrier." Mr. Changqing looked at Tianchi: "The demon can activate such a vast barrier. I'm afraid it can not only suppress the pagan spells, but it may also be harmful to himself.
More help.”
Mr. Changqing is agitated. His cultivation level is not enough to break this barrier with magic. Even if he comes to Tianchi, it will be useless.
"Killing the enemy and breaking the formation is usually the same thing." Qi Zhiyi looked to the northwest and smiled: "Look, the person who broke the formation for us is here."
Everyone turned their attention and saw a monk wearing gray, green and short brown clothes walking along the snow-covered ridge.
This monk is tall, with his hands clasped together, walking barefoot, with his trousers pulled up to his knees. Even in the windy, frosty and cold mountains, he still looks like a farmer working in the fields, completely unlike those who have been worshiped for a long time and are greedy for pleasure.
Fake monk.
Moreover, this barefoot monk's body movements were extremely fast, his steps were neither fast nor slow, his eyebrows lowered and his head lowered, as if he was silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, but he was in front of everyone in the blink of an eye, which was obviously not an ordinary light skill.
"Meet General Qi."
The barefoot monk took the initiative to come forward to pay his respects. Even though his tone was deliberately gentle, it was still hard to conceal his strong and powerful tone. Moreover, his angry face and knotted muscles were just like the statue of the King of Heaven in a Buddhist temple, which made people doubt his intentions.
A massacre will begin in a moment.
Qi Zhiyi nodded slightly and said, "I haven't asked the master for his name yet."
"Young monk Yanding, I am here under the order of the abbot." The barefoot monk bowed slightly.
Qi Zhiyi asked again: "Master Shanzhi has also come to the vicinity of Tianchi?"
Yanding stretched out his hand to indicate a hilltop with less snow and gentle terrain in the northwest: "The master has arrived there. According to the previous arrangement, we will send disciples to chant sutras and chant mantras around Tianchi to shake the barriers of heretics."
"Okay!" Qi Zhiyi gave a high-five and said with high fighting spirit: "Everyone, be prepared and work together to defeat the evil spirits!"
…
Qi Dadu was riding on horseback, his eyes bright and silent. He looked at the camp in the distance with the sound of killing and the flames soaring into the sky. The huge sand-lurking dragon was now a corpse.
A large section of the village wall was broken, and seven or eight iron spears pierced the carapace and penetrated deeply into the body. The demon blood pooled into a stream, dyeing the river beach below scarlet red.
"Report to the Protector! The enemy stronghold has been captured, and the remaining enemy troops have fled into the nearby mountains and forests!" A school captain came on horseback and quickly reported the battle situation. He also held an eagle-winged bronze staff in his hand and hurriedly offered it:
"In my humble duty, I captured this object from the enemy's hands. Please protect me and take a look at it!"
The Great Protector of Qi did not take the initiative to reach out, but the stout Taoist Master Shang on the side took it. He looked at it for a moment and then said: "Judging from the shape, it should be a Zoroastrian magic weapon. Moreover, this object is extraordinary and cannot be...
It is within the control of ordinary religious people.”
"Who did you seize it from?" Qi Daduhu asked.
The captain replied: "They are several tribal leaders. They are not very capable. When our army invaded the stronghold, they were still fighting for this thing."
"Strive for it?" Qi Daduhu waved his hand and said: "I have sent an order to find a Hu Shang named Kang Fudi. If you can, capture him. If he resists stubbornly, he will be killed without mercy."
"Yes!" The captain immediately rode away.
A Sima who joined the army next to him was puzzled: "Dadu Protector, Kang Fudi secretly sent a letter before, saying that he was sincere and planned to cooperate with both inside and outside. But why hasn't he taken action yet?"
"Didn't you see? The enemy camp itself was in chaos first." Qi Dadu Protector looked at the eagle-winged bronze staff: "Originally, I didn't really expect Kang Futi, but now it seems that either the Dong Chuang incident happened, or he took the lead in internal strife.
.”
"They are just a group of old, weak and remnant soldiers. When faced with the attack led by the Imperial Protectorate, it is not surprising that they would have this result." said Sima, who joined the army.
"You come to clean up the battlefield and chase the remnants. I will lead the troops directly to Tianchi." After saying this, the Great Protector of Qi raised an iron spear that was stuck upside down on the ground and was more than ten feet long. Hundreds of cavalry followed closely behind.
He rode away in the dust.
"Daduhu must be careful." Sima, who joined the army, watched with his hands crossed. Then he looked at the body of the dragon lurking in the sand and couldn't help but sigh: "You are indeed a Daduhu. The iron spear thrown by his bare hands can easily penetrate the demon's body."
Hard carapace.”
"First the cinnabar is refined into silver by fire, then the iron is refined and mixed with hooks, and the air of the northwest dry sky is used to bless it for seventy-seven forty-nine times. Of course, this hundred-refined magic gun can severely injure demons." Taoist Shang wrote a spell on a sheet.
He wrapped the eagle-wing bronze staff in white cloth, and then said: "Remember to ask people to take back those iron spears. I don't want to bother to cast them anymore."
"What are you going to do, Master Shang?" Seeing that the other party was in a hurry, Sima, who joined the army, asked quickly.
"The Great Protector is rushing to Tianchi, how can I sit back and watch? The monster doesn't know what other methods he has, so I will rush to help." Shang Daochang carried a broad-edged heavy sword on his back, tied up his sleeves, and his dark and fat figure
His appearance is more like a green forest hero walking in the world than a Taoist scholar.
Before Sima could say anything more, Taoist Shang got on his horse and galloped away as well.
…
"Throwing a gun with your bare hands and directly nailing the sand-lurking dragon to death is really terrifying."
An Quti rubbed his temples and waved his hand to remove the image in the mirror: "Kang Fudi, seeing that the situation was not good, immediately sent someone to contact Qi Jingyang secretly to seek a way out. As expected, none of these profiteers can be trusted."
Although he was in the Tianchi Shrine, Anquti could still grasp the external situation. While Kang Fudi contacted the Protectorate, he provoked Shi Tuojie to deal with Guo Lizhen, causing the troops originally arranged at the foot of the mountain to be defeated in an instant, and was led by Qi Jingyang
People were killed to pieces.
Seeing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, An Quti quickly cast a spell to summon the dragon hiding in the sand and forced it to appear again, hoping to hold it back for a while.
However, the result was a huge disappointment. The Sand Dragon was still killed on the spot by the Qi Protector by throwing a spear and a gun. There was no trickery at all, and it was all based on real and tyrannical force.
"The inner energy is condensed into Gang Qi. The Central Plains is not only about magic, but also the martial arts inheritance is as deep as the abyss." An Quti stood up, moved his somewhat stiff waist and shoulders, and then assumed various strange and twisted postures on the ground.
, I can’t wait to twist my body and limbs into a ball.
"Alas, I haven't practiced for many years and it has been wasted." An Qu raised his head and sighed: "Tianzhu's three chakras and seven chakras, the mysteries of yoga are also profound and exquisite, but again, this kind of method often requires a lifetime of practice and study.
, by the time I started studying, it was no longer suitable.”
Anquti's knowledge is mixed, which naturally has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that he has endless ways to challenge the enemy. Although he admits that Qi Dadu's military skills are extraordinary, he still has ways to deal with them.
As for the disadvantages, An Quti recalled a certain master he met while traveling in the Central Plains. He pointed out to his face that "the foundation is not pure, and the achievements in the future will be limited and it will be difficult to make further progress."
An Quti was not convinced at first, but after coming into contact with the Taoist Immortal Dharma and practicing for several years with very little evidence, he had to admit the result.
"You bit off more than you could chew, and now you regret it?" An Quti laughed at himself with a wry smile.
Having said that, Anquti was still extremely confident in his plan. He looked up and saw that the star tracker was hanging in the center of the dome of the Mirror Palace, slowly rotating. The initially dazzling flames now calmed down and continued to accumulate.
Gathering the power of the stars, make the final preparations for the transformation ceremony.
"Huh? It's finally here."
Sensing the slight movement outside the palace, An Quti put his hands behind his head and murmured in the language of his hometown: "Perhaps this is a test given to me by fate? It is impossible to escape judgment by hiding in the shadows.
Take it. I wonder if my soul is lighter or heavier than the feather when it is put on the scale?"
But this thought was instantly destroyed by An Quti himself. He held his head high, looked up at the star path, and said in Chinese: "Humph! What a fool thinks! Life and death are never determined by fate. The road ahead is already determined.
Ming, anyone who stands in my way... will die!"
With his mind set, Anquti stepped forward with great enthusiasm. He walked straight to the door of the shrine. The stone door seemed to feel the strong oppression, and it groaned in pain and suddenly opened to both sides.
A strong wind blows in the face, sweeping away the smoke and dust, but I see a person, leaning on a knife, standing alone, majestic like a high hill, as powerful as a high mountain, it is Cheng Sanwu.
"You finally came out." Cheng Sanwu took the initiative to speak: "Are you going to kill yourself, or will we take your life?"