Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

Chapter 285: Get ready for the final disaster

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"哐...!"

The violent sound of gold and iron clashing shook the whole world.

Qin Zhong, who was holding a war spear, was shaken several dozen feet before he stopped retreating.

Just when he was about to rush forward and continue fighting, he saw the master holding an iron gun and standing aside with a frown, but did not take the opportunity to catch up with him and beat him.

Fly over carefully.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Let's get here first today."

Throwing it away casually, the iron gun fell into Lu Pan's hand.

These days, when he has nothing to do, he competes with Qin Zhong to hone his combat skills.

With the help of the bronze mirror, Qin Zhong could only feel abused in front of him.

Fortunately, this apprentice is as wise as a fool, and he is diligent. With the help of the elixirs he provided, his cultivation has improved greatly.

After leaving Jiufeng Mountain, Ren Wuji appeared in front of him instantly.

"Did you feel it?"

nodded.

"Go out and have a look!"

Xu Junming urged Hu Tianshen to perform magic, and Ren Wuji urged Zhou Guangjing. The two of them soon arrived thousands of feet above Tianxingzhou.

Instantly I saw the black and red clouds rising straight into the sky from the north!

"What a strong evil spirit and energy of blood!"

Ren Wuji exclaimed.

Xu Junming's pupils shrank.

When Zhao Kuo led the Changping Forty-Five Ghost Army when it was born, although it was powerful, it was far less than half of what it is now.

"Thousand Three Great Tribulations!"

Xu Junming murmured to himself.

Suddenly, a white feathered crane flew from the south, fell into his palm and turned into a talisman.

After taking a look, his brows instantly wrinkled.

"What's the matter?" Ren Wuji asked.

"The Dragon Emperor Yingzheng was born, and the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Xuanzong gathered at the Great Wall in northern Shanxi to jointly control the Qin army."

"Is Ying Zheng so powerful?" Ren Wuji asked in surprise.

"If the entire cultivation world can unite, Dragon Emperor Ying Zheng's army will naturally be extraordinary."

"After this battle is over, the Thousand Three Great Tribulations will probably be over!"

Xu Junming nodded.

"You stay and guard the Fire Eye, I'm leaving."

"Be careful!"

"Know."

A ray of red light rose into the sky and quickly disappeared in the south.

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Come to the Qing Palace on Luofu Mountain.

All the cultivators of the Maoshan Southern Sect gathered here, including Xun Changying, who guarded the thousand-year-old red fruit in Changchun Valley.

Zhao Lie sat at the top with a majestic aura.

His eyes met Uncle Jiu's, and after saying hello, he sat down under him.

Zhao Lie's majestic gaze swept over everyone.

"Fellow disciples, Louguan Dao spreads the message to various factions. The Dragon Emperor Yingzheng destroyed the West Kunlun Yaochi faction. Now, in the Kubuqi Desert in the north of Gujiuyuan, he has summoned millions of Qin troops, which has become a serious danger."

"...Now there are four hundred and sixty-seven sects of Buddhism, Daoism, and Xuandao. They will fight against the Dragon Emperor at the Great Wall in northern Shanxi tomorrow. As the top sect in the world of spiritual practice, our Maoshan Southern Sect is bound to fight this battle."

Qian Dinglin, the 'Fire Taoist' sitting second to Zhao Lie's right hand, said.

"Dragon Emperor Yingzheng practices the 'Huangji Jingshi Shu' not only to unify the common people, but also to bring all Buddha, Devil, Tao, ghosts and gods into his palms to become the Supreme Emperor of Heaven."

"...This move goes against my Taoist ideal of being born in the world. If he succeeds, my Maoshan will definitely be destroyed."

Wu Yuanzhi, the ‘Master Mu’ who was in charge of the Law Enforcement Hall, nodded in agreement.

"Dragon Emperor Yingzheng is cruel and easy to kill. If we win this battle, Maoshan will survive. If we lose, Luofu Mountain's thousand-year legacy will be wiped out."

Zhao Lie looked at Xu Junming.

In the entire Maoshan, except for the "Drunk Taoist" Qiao Mulong, he has the highest cultivation level.

In particular, Uncle Jiu and Master Xu Junming came from the same family and had a close relationship. Moreover, Uncle Jiu’s wife, the concubine, is also Xun Changying’s direct disciple.

The three are close to each other and their attitudes must be considered.

"I have no objection to the decision made by the headmaster and all my uncles. However, my uncle's Dantian was broken by Wen Ruyi last time. Although he has maintained his cultivation in the Realm of Peeping, he has not recovered yet."

After a pause, Xu Junming spoke calmly but resolutely.

"So this time I hope to let him stay in the sect!"

"Jun Ming, you...!"

Uncle Jiu was moved in his heart, and he didn't want to take advantage of this, but looking at his nephew's unquestionable expression, he couldn't say anything.

"I agree with Senior Nephew Lin's decision!" Xun Changying said.

"Let Mr. Lin stay. Our Maoshan Nan Sect must have a person from the True Realm who can stay and take charge of the overall situation."

The 'Drunk Taoist' Qiao Mulong, who had never spoken, opened his sleepy eyes.

As the person with the highest seniority and highest cultivation level in Maoshan Nanzong, his words hold the most weight.

"And Zheng Nizi, you stay too!"

Zheng Qiong was anxious.

"Uncle Master, I am not injured."

"I know. But the inheritance of our Maoshan Nanzong cannot be broken."

Qiao Mulong waved his hand, a trace of solemnity showing on his old face.

"Dragon Emperor Ying Zheng was a powerful person who reached the level of 'immortal' two thousand years ago. If it weren't for the female immortal Ziyuan sent by the Jade Emperor of Heaven to the lower realm, there would have been no Taoist sect in this realm."

"...Now that the Dragon Emperor has made a comeback, even though the law of heaven is at an end, his strength will definitely be unimaginably high. Otherwise, with the proud nature of the old guy Lou Guan Dao Xuanyu, he would definitely not be asking for help from all over the world so quickly."

"...So, when we go to northern Shanxi this time, not only you are going, but I am going too."

"Master-uncle...!"

He waved his hand to interrupt Zhao Lie.

"In our Maoshan Nanzong, at critical moments, there has never been an example of the old guy hiding behind and letting the younger people take the lead. Back then, Patriarch Zhiyuan sacrificed his life to kill the evil dragon in the South China Sea; Patriarch Zongyuan risked his life to annihilate the evil dragon in the South Xinjiang. teach."

"...the ancestors of all generations have strictly abided by the religious rules, sacrificed their lives for the righteous way, and for Maoshan. Now that we have reached the old way, we naturally cannot retreat. Otherwise, we will go underground, how will we face the ancestors of Maoshan!"

Seeing the character displayed by this normally unknown senior Patriarch who was guarding the Patriarch Hall, everyone present could not help but think of the glorious deeds of Maoshan's ancestors in slaying demons and slaying demons throughout the ages in the sect's classics.

A heat surged in my heart.

"We are willing to follow my uncle, maintain the peace of the righteous way, protect the people of the world, kill the Dragon Emperor, and not fall into the prestige of our Maoshan ancestors."

Wu Yuanzhi, who had a cold face and a warm heart, stood up first and said.

"What Senior Brother Wu said is true. We are willing to follow the legacy of Maoshan's ancestors, annihilate the Dragon Emperor, and protect the people of the world."

Qiao Mulong nodded happily.

"It's good that you can abide by Maoshan's injunctions and think of the common people. However, my Maoshan heritage cannot be lost. So Lin Xiaozi and Zheng Nizi remain in the Maoshan General Altar."

"I will obey my uncle's order!"

"Don't think that nothing will happen if you stay. The responsibility of guarding the Luofu Mountain Altar rests entirely on your shoulders. In addition, if we fail to come back, you will be responsible for passing on Maoshan." Qiao Mulong said in a deep voice.

"Master and all my fellow sects will definitely be able to win the battle," Zheng Qiong said.

Qiao Mulong laughed.

"Think about defeat before you win. Okay, Master, I'll leave this to you. I have to go back and deal with some trivial matters. I'll see you in the Shangqing Hall tomorrow morning."

After saying that, the figure gradually blurred and disappeared.

Zhao Lie looked serious.

"Everyone, you must have heard what my uncle said. There is still one day left, so you can each go back and deal with the matters at hand. Tomorrow at midnight, we will gather here to build the Great Wall of Northern Shanxi."

"I will obey the master's orders!"

After leaving the Shangqing Hall, Uncle Jiu pulled Xu Junming, and the two flew towards Muwuju. Xun Changying quickly followed behind.

After nodding to the two of them, he flew straight towards Muwuju, obviously saying goodbye to his apprentice and aunt.

"Dad, Master!"

Lin Zhengying, who had just celebrated her fifth birthday, trotted over.

"Where's your mother?"

Uncle Jiu picked up his son.

"Mother and Master Xun are talking inside." The little guy pouted and said with dissatisfaction on his face, "Mother doesn't want me to listen."

Listening to the faint sobbing coming from inside, Xu Junming said.

"Uncle, you'd better go to my place!"

Uncle Jiu nodded.

The annihilation of the Dragon Emperor this time will definitely be the most brutal battle since the beginning of the Thousand Three Great Tribulations. Whether he can survive is unknown. Some things must be explained clearly in advance.

Obviously, Xun Changying was explaining the funeral arrangements to his apprentice.

Came to Xu Junming’s own ‘Chongshan Residence’.

Uncle Jiu held his son, and Xu Junming sat next to him.

The two looked at the leafy pomegranate tree in the courtyard, and they both knew each other's character.

He didn't say anything more about the catastrophe, let alone persuade the other party to change his mind.

After a long time, Uncle Jiu sighed.

"I remember that I was still in Jiuquan Town when I first met you. So many years have passed in a flash."

"Back then, my uncle personally protected me when I entered Taoism." Xu Junming nodded.

"When you entered Taoism, you absorbed so much spiritual energy that any other person would have been bursting. But you were the only one who got through it safely. You have shown extraordinary performance since then, and now it is normal to have a high level of cultivation."

After a pause, he looked at his nephew's profile.

"Do you still want to talk to your master?"

"No. Let's wait until the catastrophe is over before telling you."

Xu Junming smiled lightly and said confidently.

"Uncle, don't worry about me."

Even if he unfortunately dies in battle during the catastrophe, there is still Ren Wuji as a retreat.

Uncle Jiu nodded.

"Uncle, I believe you!"

Judging from his expression, he was just saying this in a comforting way.

Xu Junming didn't say much. It wasn't that he didn't believe Uncle Jiu, but the fewer people knew about Uncle Jiu's trump card, the better.

The two chatted for a long time, mostly talking about interesting things they had gotten along with in the past.

We had dumplings at Uncle Jiu’s house in the evening.

The next day, go to the Shangqing Hall.

In addition to the six truth-seeing monks who are preparing to set off, there are also forty-seven innate monks.

Needless to say, there is no need to say more about getting a glimpse of the true state.

In the innate stage, there are mostly those monks of the ‘Zun’ generation and ‘Ke’ generation who have no hope of breaking through to the Realm of Seeing the Reality. If they make meritorious deeds and are reincarnated in the future, the sect will guide them to start again.

Not many disciples of the Young Zhuang Sect participated in the war.

Except for Liu Changqing and Qiao Feixue, who were strong disciples and had the ability to protect themselves, most of them were retained.

Young disciples are the foundation of Maoshan. Once there are too many casualties and there is a lack of support, the inheritance of Maoshan will be endangered.

"Reporting to the leader, all the disciples participating in the battle are here!"

A white-haired disciple with perfect innateness came over and said.

Zhao Lie nodded.

"Junior Sister Zheng, Junior Nephew Lin, Maoshan will be left to you!"

Zheng Qiong and Uncle Jiu nodded solemnly.

"Please rest assured, Master, we will defend Luofu Mountain to the death."

After nodding with a smile, Zhao Lie turned his eyes.

"Everyone, let's each take some of our disciples and set off."

After saying that, he waved the sapphire staff in his hand, grabbed the eight disciples, and then flew straight up and flew towards the north.

Qiao Mulong, Xu Junming, Wu Yuanzhi and others each pinched some of their disciples and chased after them.

In an instant, the previously bustling Shangqing Hall suddenly became empty and silent.

"Senior Nephew Lin, during this period, you and I will stay at the Shangqing Hall, right?"

Uncle Jiu nodded.

The Shangqing Hall is the foundation of Maoshan's "Five Elements Formation". If there is an invasion from a foreign enemy, the formation must be run here as soon as possible to protect the sect.

In the past, this was Zhao Lie's responsibility, but now it falls on them.