This middle-aged man who is dressed like a Taoist and a Confucian is not a Confucian, is none other than Wang Xianren, the third-generation patriarch of Xuantian Shenglong Dao.

Since his father Wang Yangming was killed by the old demon of Montenegro, he was classified under the Xuantian Shenglong Dao Gate to learn to restrain the old demon of the Black Mountain.

Xuantian ascended to the dragon road from Zhang Sanfeng Xian, the second generation is his disciple Zhang Songxi in the orthodox years of Ming Yingzong, and the old demon of Montenegro fought a decisive battle in Tumu Fort, and was injured by the old demon of Montenegro with Vermilion Bird Gang angry Yuanshen, and was rescued by the Confucian master at that time, so he reluctantly retreated into Wudang Mountain to cultivate.

But the old demon of Montenegro is not trivial, Zhang Songxi was hit by the true fire of the stars, but he was always helpless, and was burned dry by the fire, so that the Yuan Shen was exhausted and could not be recovered. barely supported for a hundred years, until the Jiajing period, Wang Xianren's mantle was passed on, and finally his god was scattered.

Wang Xianren is the master, and his father died in the hands of the old demon of Montenegro in this generation, even if it is counted as the righteousness of the country and the people, they all have a common enmity with the old demon of Montenegro.

"I see the future with the power of the sky, but the future is ethereal, to the heavens, unpredictable, I only see flowers in the fog, where can it be real, but the demon is not removed, I have no peace in the tomorrow, for the sake of the world, even if I do not hesitate to kill my relatives. Mingde, Zhang Juzheng, Huang Daozhou, and Liu Zongzhou are about to fight a decisive battle with the old demon of Montenegro, and I will have to go to Hetuara sooner or later!" Wang Xianren stood straight with his hands in front of the red rì that was rising loudly, and the wind blew a crane white Confucian costume with a loud noise.

The whole person seems to melt into the wind, close your eyes, and never feel that there is such a person standing in front of you, which is faintly the realm of the unity of heaven and man in the Confucian way.

"The alien race outside the customs is looking at the tigers and delays, there is the heart of a tiger and a wolf, and they do not understand the law and benevolence, and people are like beasts, once they gain power, they will do the things of beasts!" This Confucian scholar with a folding fan is obviously the Mingde in Wang Xianren's mouth, and suddenly became stern, snapped the folding fan, pointed to the north, and drew a semicircle to the west in the distance, and the momentum of Confucianism pointing to the country was fully revealed.

"A hundred years ago, in the battle of Tumubao, the alien race actually captured me as the son of Emperor Yingzong of the Ming Dynasty, what a shame, but it is a pity that things have been separated for a hundred years, and now I am still the imperial court** , Most of them are greedy people, Jiān ministers are eunuchs, everywhere the people are not happy, the first emperor Zhengde Emperor favored the eunuch Liu Jin, persecuted loyal ministers, and then through Jiajing, the two dynasties of Longqing still did not improve, I had to abandon Confucianism from the senior brother and return to the Tao, and be alone, but now His Majesty Wanli reuses Zhang Juzheng to rectify the rule of officials, border defense, land, obviously has the heart to work hard, to be a generation of Ming Lord, and to reshock my great Ming Voice, it is when I wait to go down the mountain to assist the Ming Lord, what does the senior brother think?"

This Mingde is also a Confucian student, he also took Wang Yangming as a teacher back then, he was full of ambitions, broadcast benevolence and righteousness, and helped the world, but Zhengde, Jiajing, Longqing The emperor of the three dynasties was mediocre, favored the eunuchs, and had fun, even Wang Yangming himself could not be alone, and he was powerless in the government, so he had to be a miraculous power, and went away from the gate, challenged the old demon of Montenegro, and made the last effort for the Ming Dynasty, but after all, it was a failure.

"I naturally have a heart, but the struggle for power and profit above the court is not trivial, Zhang Juzheng has the intention to reform, but the measures are too drastic, do not see the benefits, see the harm, and the ministers of the court are mostly conservative, although Zhang Juzheng is very favored by the emperor, but the implementation of the policy, may not be smooth, I am afraid that there are many resistances. If I enter the court, I will inevitably disagree with Zhang Juzheng's political views, and he will not allow me, why bother to fight, the high temple is worried about its king, and the far away of the rivers and lakes is worried about its people, although you and I are in the rivers and lakes, but as long as you have a heart, you can also assist me in the Ming Dynasty. Now that you and I are both cultivators, how can we not see through it?"

Wang Xianren still didn't look back, letting the wind blow his clothes, his eyes were in a trance like a cloud of smoke, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"It's still the senior brother who sees it thoroughly. Mingde hesitated, as if he wanted to refute, but after all, he didn't say anything, so he had to change the topic, "The three great masters of Confucianism challenge the old demon of Montenegro, what will the result be for the senior brother?"

"The old demon of Montenegro is the world, this battle is not optimistic!" Wang Xianren always kept his eyes on the north, "but if the general situation is chaotic today, sectarian disputes will also rise, although the Manchurian and Mongolian people outside the border have joined forces, but the Mongolian people are mostly Tibetan Buddhist lamas and monks, and they are full of old demons in Montenegro." The old demon of Montenegro is fierce and domineering, the two must be full of contradictions, and the masters of Tibetan Buddhism are like clouds, some of them are old monks and Dharma kings, cultivating the secret method of reincarnation, reincarnated many times, and the supernatural powers are vast, especially the leaders of the three sects of the Yellow Sect, the Black Sect, and the Red Sect, I am afraid that the magic power will not lose to me, and the old demon of Montenegro will not be able to please me, and the old demon of Montenegro will not please me, and this battle is fierce, I am afraid that it is beyond your imagination. ”

The top of Wudang Mountain is seen in the morning, the golden snake dances wildly, the glow is ten thousand, the head gradually rises, the clouds that cover the mountains are scattered, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, the weather is thousands, a great river and mountain, the two are pointing to the rivers and mountains, talking about the general trend of the world.

Suddenly, a terrible howl like a wolf came faintly from the sky, Wang Xianren's eyes changed, only to see the north from the sun, with the cry floating a dark cloud, as fast as a galloping horse, at first only the size of a palm, but instantly approached, expanded and spread, almost all over the sky, raging and angry, the sun was immediately covered by dark clouds, black pressure covered in the top of Wudang Mountain Tianzhu Peak thousands of meters in the sky.

The black clouds rolled, and it seemed to collapse at any moment, which was shocking.

Then, a piercing voice sounded, "Wang Xianren, you actually feel that you have used the technique of heavenly peeping to probe my Seven Killing Demon Palace, and violated my taboo, before the decisive battle, just take your Xuantian Ascending Dragon Dao to sacrifice to my Yuan Shen!"

In the black clouds, the unique voice of the old demon of Black Mountain came out, and then the rolling black clouds fell on more than one acre in size, and the flames on it flew and formed a huge throne.

Dressed in a black robe, silver hair, and two-foot-long nails, the old demon of the Black Mountain sat firmly on the throne of the black cloud flame condensation, as if smiling, with a finger of his hand, the black clouds in the world were like the Tianhe broken, rolling down, like a huge pitch-black cover, the huge Tianzhu Peak from top to bottom, from the root are covered with a firm, all sides are suddenly dark and dense, no light is seen, the heat is steaming, and the flowers and trees on the mountain are gradually withering.

The old demon of Montenegro condensed the three corpse primordial gods, one turned into three, spread out with one primordial god, transported the black evil qi, mobilized the true fire of the stars, and covered the entire Tianzhu Peak, one primordial god condensed into a throne, holding up his own body, and the other still existed in the body to support the body's actions.

Wang Xianren saw that the old demon of Montenegro was actually not far away, flying from Changbai Mountain in eastern Liaodong, it turned out that he was aware of his ability to peep into the sky, he knew that the old demon of Montenegro was domineering and strong, and he would destroy it when he said it, and he would never leave his hand, and he would cover the entire Tianzhu Peak with the Yuan Shen in one face, and he was mobilizing the true fire of the Yuan Shen, wanting to refine the entire Tianzhu Peak into magma even himself, and the means were strong, and he was indeed the first demon in the world.

"Black Mountain Old Demon, it's just that you are arrogant outside the customs, but you came to my Central Plains Wudang Mountain to spread wild!"

Mingde saw that the temperature around him was gradually rising, it was already very hot, some plants and trees were actually burning, and the entire Tianzhu Peak was dotted with sparks, so he hurriedly showed the folding fan in his hand, and actually suspended it above his head, only to see the folding fan painted on the "River Entering the Sea".

Dozens of crystal lines of water erupted from the folding fan, covering the body, Mingde Tianling rushed out a stream of rǔ white air, condensed chéngrén, the body clicked, shriveled down, but escaped from the Yuan Shen, floating above the head, this Yuan Shen hands a point, a stroke, suddenly cold rolling, one hundred and eight blue light like electricity, the slightest silk broke through the sky, like a spirit snake drilling into the sky, towards the surrounding black clouds.

Mingde used the Yuan Shen to unleash these three yīn killing demon knives, and the knife gang actually reached two or three hundred zhang away, and the Xuandao broke through the air and roared, faintly mixed with the sound of wind and thunder. The surrounding black clouds are the manifestation of the old demon Yuan Shen of the Black Mountain, and Mingde wants to break it with the three yīn killing demon knives, injuring the opponent's Yuan Shen, and using the Yuan Shen Imperial Knife, the power exceeds the limit.

As soon as the black clouds flipped over, one hundred and eight red lines of fire suddenly appeared, and the true fire of the stars of the Vermilion Bird Seven Nights touched the blue light of the Xuandao, and the sound of the Xuandao disappeared, and the fierce three-yīn killing demon knife was instantly extinguished.

"Even your teacher Zhang Songxi can't hurt me, let alone you?" The old demon of Montenegro laughed like a wolf, "If Zhang Sanfeng comes to show it, he will naturally be able to hurt my Yuan Shen, Wang Xianren! I heard that you are trying to refine your supernatural powers, and you are coming to kill me, now let me see how far you have cultivated!"

Mingde saw that the sword was useless, and then he knew that the old demon of Montenegro was more powerful than the rumored one, and the spirit changed, and he rose out of a sword with purple light, broke through the air, and stabbed at the body of the old demon of Montenegro on the throne.

Confucianism Haoran, into the temple to be the emperor's teacher, to educate the people of the world, for the eternal teacher, Mingde into the Confucianism, on the refining of this sword, is this ambition.

When the old demon of Montenegro saw the purple light flying, he smiled, and he didn't get up, and grabbed it with his left hand, and a cloud of black gas flew out of his hand, but it was the Xuan yīn black sha grab, and he grabbed the sword.

Mingde hurriedly performed the Wudang Ascending Dragon Sword Technique, the flying sword trembled, making the sound of the dragon, the purple light swayed, vertical and horizontal, flying vertically and horizontally in the black light, jumping up and down, piercing again and again, but always entangled by the black evil qi, although it was barely able to resist, not to be caught by the other party's sword, but it was powerless to attack.

Wang Xianren saw that the old demon of Montenegro was sitting high in the sky, with a fearless look, and knew that he was strong in method, and since his debut, he has almost dominated the world for more than 100 years, and no one is invincible, although his mana is not inferior to the three great masters of Confucianism, but he is not sure to beat the first demon in the world.

"Old demon of Montenegro, you and I will have a battle sooner or later, but not today. Wang Xianren's tone was light, without the slightest fluctuation, when it came to a master like him, they were all people with a firm mind like a rock, even if life and death were in front of him, he would not blink an eye. Two air currents, one green and one white, rushed out from the top of Wang Xianren's head, the green gas went downward, and the white gas went up, showing the shape of a turtle and snake.

The green qi instantly turned into a huge divine turtle creeping on the top of the mountain, and the turtle's back had a radius of half an acre, and thirteen huge back shells were green and black, although it was a condensation of jīng qi, but it was also vivid, it seemed to be a real thing, but it was Wang Xianren's manifestation of the original god.

Wang Xianren's body was shriveled, and he sat in the mouth of the turtle. There is another primordial spirit turned into a spiritual snake, as long as a thousand meters, as thick as a bucket, white and crystalline, with teeth and claws, floating up, coiling in front of the throne of the old demon of Montenegro, looking down in the air, fierce and powerful.

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