Longhu Mountain, a lakeside.

The old master wears a straw hat and fishes with a straight hook, and the fishing basket is empty, obviously the result of learning from Jiang Taigong to fish is not ideal.

But he was not in a hurry at all, and was still fishing quietly, his snow-white beard gently fluttering in the wind.

Since Zhang Qianyang succeeded as the eighth generation of Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, the old Heavenly Master has gradually unloaded all affairs, playing chess and fishing every day, or planting flowers in front of his wife's grave.

Occasionally, when the interest comes up, I will also teach the junior disciples, but unfortunately, among the ten generations of disciples, there are not too good seedlings.

Having taught apprentices like Li Daoxuan and Taizhen, and looking at these apprentices who had to learn even a talisman for several months, the Heavenly Master only felt that his head was big.

"In addition to Taichong Taizhen among the nine generations of disciples, there is also Taiwei, but among the ten generations of disciples, there are almost no malleable talents, alas, could it be that my Dragon Tiger Mountain is too lucky, and the anode produces yin?"

The old heavenly master thought in his heart, he heard that Taichong had accepted a disciple in Chang'an, who was the eldest daughter of the emperor of the dynasty, Princess Changle, and he didn't know what his qualifications were?

The other is the child in Ning Yan's belly, as the only seedling of Zhang Tianshi's lineage, the Heavenly Master has high hopes for it.

He has even thought of the cultivation plan for teaching his grandson, in addition to himself and Qianyang, Li Daoxuan's kid must also teach some real skills, as a senior brother, and a great monk of the Yang God Realm, he can't help but take care of his little junior brother.

If the grandson can learn half of the skills in the future, it will be enough to support the façade of Longhu Mountain.

The line sank.

I saw that under the surface of the water, a big golden carp was cautiously approaching the hook, as if curious, and wanted to test it.

The old heavenly master moved his eyes and smiled slightly, and finally a fish was willing to take the bait.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Old man!"

The qi of Tiangang condensed, turned into a figure, wearing the clothes of the Tianxian Cave, painted with Yuluo Xiaotai, the sun, the moon and the stars, the gossip, the pagoda, the dragon and the phoenix, the crane and other patterns, wearing the crown of the Heavenly Master, hanging the Yang Pingzhi Gong seal on the waist, the face is clear, and there is no lack of Heavenly Master prestige among the chic.

The eighth generation of Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Qianyang!

"Fu Fengjiao, you are sick, the fish are scared away by you!"

The old master was angry, and the big carp that was about to be hooked was scared away by this unfilial son, he pulled out the fishing rod with a calm face, and if there was no reasonable explanation today, he had to pump it a few times!

The corners of Zhang Qianyang's mouth twitched, he didn't know how many times he had been pumped since he was a child, how he didn't know the old man's thoughts, and hurriedly raised the letter in his hand and shouted: "Dao Xuan wrote a letter to us!" ”

The Heavenly Master's eyes flashed with joy, but he snorted coldly: "That stinky boy, who has been out for so long, can be regarded as knowing that he has come back from writing a letter." ”

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the letter paper automatically floated to his hand.

At first, the Celestial Master's expression was relatively casual, but it gradually became serious, and finally the invisible air flow surged, blowing the surrounding grass and trees into a rattle, and the fallen leaves fluttered, surrounding the two like a tornado.

Crash!

The straw hat on the Celestial Master's head turned to powder, his silver hair danced wildly, and his deep eyes contained an astonishing killing intent.

Bang!

The sky is thundering, the sun is purple and lightning, and the mountains are sonic booming!

Nourish the heart and close the mountain for 60 years.

Since the death of his wife, he has never had such a surging murderous intent, it is really earth-shattering, and the ghosts and gods are afraid!

Zhang Qianyang was not surprised by this, in fact, he was eager to immediately pull out the Taiyi Lei Mu Sword and run to Luoyang to avenge his mother.

"Old man, Moro occupies Sanle's body, if he is allowed to come into the world, I am afraid it will be a catastrophe!"

"Sanle sealed the demon with his body, and finally had the opportunity to kill Moro, we must not miss it!"

Zhang Qianyang said a little excitedly.

The Heavenly Master glanced at him, restrained his momentum and killing intent, and the fluttering gossip robe gradually calmed down.

"It's not us, it's me."

Zhang Qianyang was stunned for a moment, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by the Heavenly Master.

"In Longhu Mountain, there must always be one who sits in town, and Ning Yan is still pregnant, at this time, as a husband, you should not go into danger."

Zhang Qianyang said angrily: "Old man, Dao Xuan is already in the Yang God Realm, plus you and me and Tsing Yi Niangniang, no matter how powerful Moro is, what danger can there be?" ”

The Celestial Master looked at him coldly and said, "You haven't fought Moro head-on, so you don't know how terrible he is. ”

Recalling what happened in the dream, he let out a long sigh and said, "Moro is the most terrible enemy I have ever seen, not to mention that he has also obtained the body of Maitreya Buddha, and if he is gone, he will either be destroyed or we will be martyred." ”

After a pause, he said word by word: "Dragon and Tiger Mountain, you can't do without a Heavenly Master." ”

Zhang Qianyang hurriedly said: "Dao Xuan is my apprentice, he has something, how can I, as a master, stand by and watch?" If it weren't for Dao Xuan, I, Zhang Qianyang, wouldn't know which coffin to wait for death in now! ”

"Fu Fengjiao, don't forget your identity."

The Heavenly Master glanced at him deeply and stepped forward to help him straighten the Heavenly Master's crown.

"You are not only Taichong's master, but also the Heavenly Master of thousands of disciples of Longhu Mountain, Luoyang's affairs, it is enough to have me."

After that, he stretched out his hand, only to hear a sword roar in the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, a sword light pierced through the clouds and broke through the sky, accompanied by the sound of the dragon chanting and tiger roaring, piercing the sky and clouds, and came to the hands of the old heavenly master.

The sword shape is like a raw copper, the hilt is a five-section chain, the scabbard is faintly engraved with secret runes and the sun, moon and stars, the sword weighs eighty-one taels, symbolizing the eighty-one transformation of Taishang Laojun.

Three-five slash evil male and female swords!

Holding the Daomen Divine Sword, the Old Heavenly Master patted his son's shoulder, revealing a hint of a smile.

"Don't worry, your father is just old, not dead."

Zhang Qianyang looked at his father's confident, heroic and high-spirited back, and his eyes were slightly red.

The father who single-handedly suppressed the monks in the world and was known as the first person in the Dao Sect seems to have returned after decades of silence.

……

The old heavenly master walked down the mountain, one hundred and twenty-four years old, but he went down the mountain like walking on the ground, like a crane in the air, floating out of the dust.

But he didn't walk long before he stopped.

Because a group of people wearing black cloaks and grimace masks appeared in front of them, with a strange aura.

"One, two, three, four...... Ten. ”

The Heavenly Master smiled slightly and said, "You are from the Moro Sect, and there are only ten of them, so you can't help but look down on the old Dao too much." ”

One of them stepped forward, his voice hoarse.

"The sect leader has already thought that Li Daoxuan will move the soldiers, and we are the ten rakshasas under the sect leader's seat, all of them are Yin God late stage cultivation, after the army solves Dafa, it is the ten Yang gods, even if you are Zhang Zhiyan, you don't want to leave alive!"

"Heavenly Master, you are also old, it is better to go back to your Dragon and Tiger Mountain and enjoy your old age in peace!"

"Hehe, everyone was afraid of you a few decades ago, but now it's no longer your age, the future is destined to be our sect leader's, our Moro sect!"

They are all fanatical believers in Moro, they are not afraid of death, if Zhang Zhiyan really dares to break through, they will not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to perform the Dafa of military liberation, and temporarily improve their cultivation to the early stage of the Yang God.

The top ten yang gods, as long as Zhang Zhiyan has not yet crossed the catastrophe and become immortals, they have the confidence to die with him!

The old heavenly master was silent, but pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, his silver hair fluttering, and the long wind around him suddenly rose, blowing his gossip robe to the sound of hunting.

"Be careful, that's the treasure of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, three or five slashing evil male and female swords!"

"Quickly use troops to solve Dafa!"

The bodies of the ten black-robed people all burst with blood-red light, and then their aura continued to rise, and at the cost of their lives, they forcibly rushed into the Yang God Realm.

The breath between them was faintly connected, and the blood-colored light gathered together and soared into the sky, and the birds passing by only touched a little, and turned into white bones in an instant.

Ten Yang Gods, this is a terrifying force that is enough to slaughter the city and destroy the country!

The Heavenly Master shook his head and said, "Okay, let's move your muscles and bones before going to Luoyang." ”

Sou!

The golden light flashed, and the world was extremely fast, like a golden lightning splitting into the endless blood, like a wild dragon crossing the sea, and the roc chasing the sun.

Tiangang's great supernatural power - the golden light of the earth!

Before the Ten Rakshasas could not react at all, the scabbard had already swung down and smashed into the head of one of them.

Bang!

A grimace-masked head flew out like a cannonball, shattering trees before crashing into a hill with a thud, half of which collapsed.

More than a dozen towering trees collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The old heavenly master shook off the blood stains on the scabbard, stared at the headless corpse that fell to the ground and trembled, and said lightly: "Why do you need to draw your sword to kill you?" ”

The other nine looked at each other, and they could all see the horror in each other's eyes.

One...... Kill a Yang God with one move?

Although they became Yang Gods with the help of the Dafa of Military Liberation, they were also Yang Gods!

The Celestial Master looked at them, his calm gaze for some reason made them feel a chill in their hearts, and even gave birth to an urge to run away.

"Let's get on it!"

The other nine people rushed towards the Heavenly Master together, constantly sealing in their hands, preparing to cast the secret method.

The Celestial Master's expression remained unchanged, and he no longer used any great magical powers of the golden light, just walked towards them step by step, like an ordinary old man.

Several spells came to the old master, or blood mist, or black mang, or a ghost, or a resentful spirit.

The Heavenly Master didn't resist, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

Roar!

The wind rose and the sea of clouds surged.

The Heavenly Master's body suddenly gave birth to a dragon and tiger phantom, roaring arrogantly, and those spells failed together at its three feet, and were scattered by the dragon's roar and turned into invisible.

The Celestial Master had already come to their side.

The scabbard rises again, like a landslide, and smashes down on the head!

Bang!

Blood and brains splattered, and the black-robed man's brain collapsed directly.

Tread, tread, tread, tread......

The pace of the Heavenly Master is quite slow, just like an old farmer in the field, but there is a certain wonderful Tao rhyme, which is faintly in line with a certain mysterious Yili.

Step on the gossip, step on the gang.

Those black-robed people wanted to distance themselves, but they were surprised to find that no matter how much they dodged, they would 'mistakenly' return to the Heavenly Master's side and take the initiative to hit their heads into the terrifying scabbard.

As if voluntarily dying......

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang......

A dull crashing sound sounded, and every time the sound sounded, it meant that a rakshasa in the early stage of the Yang God had lost his head.

In just three breaths, there were nine more bloody corpses on the ground.

The Celestial Master came to the last man, and with a tap of his fingers, he was about to fall in front of his head.

"Don't kill me, I was wrong!!"

The man had already been frightened into his Dao heart, his eyes were full of horror, his body was constantly trembling, and he actually chose to surrender.

The Celestial Master's fingers paused slightly.

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and he said, "I was wrong...... I am willing to turn from darkness to light...... Don't kill—"

The Celestial Master flicked lightly, and his fingertips fell on the center of his eyebrows.

Bang!

The back of his skull suddenly exploded, and blood and brains rushed out, flying more than a dozen feet away.

Poof!

His body limped and fell, a hint of doubt in his fading pupils.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, that is the dogma of the monk, the old way only talks about killing demons and eliminating demons, and doing the right thing for heaven."

The old heavenly master stood in a pool of blood, standing with his sword raised, his gossip robe clean and plain, not stained with blood, and fluttering slightly in the wind full of blood.

He glanced sideways at the southeast, then waved his hand, and continued to walk in the direction of Luoyang, obviously looking unhappy, but it seemed to shrink into inches, and disappeared in a few breaths.

Only the wreckage of this place remains.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I'm afraid no one would have believed that these miserable corpses would be the high-ranking and invincible Yang God Monks.

In the woods to the southeast.

Zhang Qianyang exhaled lightly and put away the Taiyi Lei Wood Sword in his hand.

As a monk in the middle stage of the Yang God, the battle fluctuations here naturally can't hide from him, he just arrived here, and was about to help, but in the blink of an eye, the so-called ten rakshasas were all dead.

The ten yang gods are just one person.

The old man is really immortal, and his demeanor has not diminished back then!

"Don't worry, your father is just old, not dead."

The old man's words sounded in his mind again, which made Zhang Qianyang have infinite yearning and great confidence.

He smiled slightly, relieved.

Let the people of the world see the edge of the Heavenly Master Divine Sword again......

……

Luoyang City, White Horse Temple.

This place has been surrounded by heavy troops, and no one is allowed to approach, not even the Luoyang Thorn History.

There is a very strange house in the temple, which is tightly wound with ink fountains stained with black dog blood, in addition, it is also covered with Taoist talismans to drive away ghosts and suppress demons, and the eaves are hung with three clear bells, and occasionally the wind blows, but it does not make any sound.

The 'Buddha Mother' was imprisoned in the room, her belly was getting bigger and bigger, the power of the demon fetus was getting stronger and stronger, and the strange demonic energy even affected the people outside through the room.

As a last resort, Li Daoxuan temporarily suppressed it with ink fountain lines and talismans.

He himself was sitting cross-legged outside the courtyard, meditating and cultivating.

The 12,000 acupuncture points around the body are all glowing, connecting the essence of the great sun in the sky, refining it into the most refined and pure mana, and improving the Tao.

Looking from a distance, Li Daoxuan's figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light, and even his hair seemed to have turned golden.

In addition, the little flower god held his little honey jar, silently calculated the time, and every half an hour, he had to feed his father a drop of nectar.

With the assistance of the "Huangting Ancient Scripture" and the Little Flower God, Li Daoxuan's cultivation was advancing bravely and diligently, almost more than ten times that of other Yang God cultivators.

Although there is still some distance from the middle stage of the Yang God, he is already ahead of many early Yang God cultivators.

The decisive battle is imminent, and his philosophy is very simple, that is, to improve his cultivation as much as possible!

This time, Moro will be killed!

The Heavenly Master has come down the mountain, robbery, quickly hand over all the tickets in your hands~

In addition, under the tribute to one person, it is a great national comic.

(End of chapter)