The long sword swung and cut through the flesh, and there was a sound of blood and flesh being torn apart.
A skinny head with a long-eared monk's hat rose into the sky.
Lu Liangsheng, who was standing opposite, was stunned by this sudden change. The head flying in the air did not show any expression of pain.
“Oh no!”
The copper coin magic sword in his palm hummed and the scholar waved his sleeves: "Go!" The copper coin magic sword shot out and nailed the tumbling head. In an instant, he kicked his feet and his body turned into a residual shadow, like a fish swimming over a lotus leaf, and passed over the side of the headless corpse.
He grabbed Zuo Zhengyang and pulled him by the collar. The two of them stood in front and behind, several dozen steps apart. As Zuo Zhengyang retreated, he saw his head rolling down, avoiding the magic sword and landing steadily on his bare shoulders and neck.
He was still muttering through gritted teeth.
"Evildoer..."
The old monk with his back to the monk slowly raised his hand and twisted the broken part of his neck. There was a slight "click" sound, as if he was not affected by the previous blow to his neck. Then, he slowly blurred and disappeared on the spot.
Um?!
Seeing this scene, Lu Liangsheng threw Zuo Zhengyang to the woman's side, turned around and looked at the altar. The disappeared figure reappeared with golden robes fluttering, and Pu Du Ci Hang was also looking over here with his seal upright.
"Good, good, it seems that Master Lu is also sinking in the sea of suffering and cannot escape."
Lu Liangsheng didn't respond. He waved his sleeves and the copper coin swords scattered and flew towards him. The moment they landed in his palm, he pointed his other hand into the air and quickly wrote the seal character "Yang".
Even if a monster has achieved great success in cultivation, it is still a yin element.
The seal script of the word "Yang" was infused into the copper coins along with the magic power. Lu Liangsheng pushed out with one hand, and the copper coins in his palm turned golden. His palm extended out from his wide sleeves, and the magic power of the Qiankun righteous way, mixed with the power of the seal script and Confucianism, suddenly exploded and spread.
Pu Du Ci Hang also had no choice but to raise his palm to meet the attack.
boom!
Golden light exploded in mid-air as two different strands of magical power collided. Terrifying air waves shot out in all directions, leaving an obvious large circle in the air. The stone guardrails on both sides of the spacious stone steps had their capitals shaved off, sending stone chips flying.
The old monk was surrounded by a golden and peaceful aura, within which was the huge silhouette of an orchid dharma seal sitting cross-legged on a lotus.
"The Dharma Chariot from the West is here!"
The strong wind blew the ground, and Lu Liangsheng's clothes were rustling. The next moment, he rushed into the night sky and struck out towards the Dharma image on the stone steps with his palms. Copper coins turned golden and formed balls of light, which flew out madly from his palms.
Boom boom boom…
The sky was filled with golden balls of light pouring down on Pu Du Ci Hang. The copper coins exploded one after another when they touched the white rock bricks. The carvings with the four red characters "Pu Du Ci Hang" were all destroyed under the bombardment, leaving only the last two pieces intact.
Looking at the golden balls in the sky, the Taoist looked at his palms and smacked his lips. This was the Qianyang Palm that he taught Lu Liangsheng. He never thought that it could be used in this way...
The group of people who rescued Zuo Zhengyang were stunned. Min Yuerou stood there with her eyes wide open. The short knife in her hand fell to her feet with a "clack". This was a fight between cultivators, which was simply impossible for ordinary people like them to deal with. Just the magic power pouring down from the sky was enough to make even the top masters in the world find it difficult to withstand it, or even if they did, they would be seriously injured and difficult to cure.
'This is a person who practices Taoism...'
Almost everyone thinks of this indescribable emotion.
More than a dozen eyes were looking at that direction, and in the air, dense balls of light stopped. Most of the Qianyang Palm was immersed in the magic weapon, but not even a ripple was caused. Lu Liangsheng descended to the ground and waved his hand. The "Underworld Soul Burial" suspended in the air flew over.
Above the broken stone steps, the diffuse smoke and dust spread out, revealing the Dharma image of the Western Heaven Dharma Chariot. The orchid seal suddenly turned into a palm seal, stirring up wind and thunder.
In everyone's field of vision, a golden light suddenly appeared. They couldn't help but raise their hands to block it. However, the Lu Liangsheng they were facing was different. The scroll in front of him generated Yin energy and blocked it with force. The scroll was dented inwards, making a sound of "clang clang clang". The scholar crushed the ground and moved back a dozen feet.
"Mr. Lu, you still don't know?"
The auspicious light converged and the old monk appeared, bowing his head with a vertical seal, "Tonight the moon is full, and this master is not affected by any Taoist magic..."
Lu Liangsheng covered his abdomen and raised his head to look at him. The voice of Pu Du Ci Hang spread far away. On the road outside the forest, two figures, one tall and one short, were walking in front and behind.
At a certain moment, I seemed to hear a sound coming from the wind, and the short figure walking in front raised his toad face.
"The moon is so round tonight..."
The old monk behind him bowed his head and worshipped Buddha. The Toad Taoist closed his eyes. The densely packed bumps on his back emitted purple air, and evil spirit spread and rushed into the night sky.
…
Outside the altar, the sound of Pu Du Ci Hang continued on the stone steps.
"… People in this world are ignorant and unaware of this. The fact that Mr. Lu could come here tonight was within my expectation…"
Behind him, an old donkey with its bald tail swinging was chewing grass and walking slowly past. With a kick of its hind legs, Pu Du Ci Hang, who was still speaking, staggered and almost fell off the stone steps.
The monk's shoes cracked the ground, steadying his body. Pu Du Ci Hang turned around, and the old donkey spread its hooves and jumped away.
"Did Master Fa expect this?"
Lu Liangsheng used his magic power to suppress the discomfort from the attack he had just received. He reached out and grabbed the magic scroll floating in front of him and unfolded it.
In front, Pu Du Ci Hang stood in a rather embarrassed manner, with veins bulging on his forehead, beating in bursts.
"The moon is full tonight, but it seems that you still don't understand. I can only..."
The strong wind blowing around suddenly died down, and the branches that were swaying wildly gradually stopped. Pu Du Ci Hang, who was originally speaking, suddenly stopped talking and looked up at the night sky.
The cold moonlight grew gloomy, and clouds floated around the bright moon, changing shape in everyone's sight as if it were an illusion.
Gu~~Gua—
A toad's cry echoed between heaven and earth. The changing clouds convexed and sank in the east and west, forming the shape of a huge toad, which opened its huge mouth and took in half of the moon.
"Eating the Moon!!"
Pu Du Ci Hang below suddenly let out a shrill cry. On the opposite side, Lu Liangsheng unfolded the scroll in his hand. A mournful voice suddenly rang out. The air was vibrating. Faintly, hundreds of skeletons and evil spirits waving various musical instruments in their hands appeared and disappeared, rushing towards the old monk and colliding with him in an instant.
hiss…
As if feeling a tearing pain, Pu Du Ci Hang's whole body made a hissing sound and green smoke rose up. Suddenly he raised his head and looked at the moon covered by dark clouds, which was twisting and swaying wildly.
"The demon toad eats the moon and destroys my alchemy cauldron's profound energy—"
"Uh uh ah..."
The group of people squatting and watching from afar saw the Dharma Master shaking and twisting all over, and with a loud bang, he exploded into pieces right in front of their sight, leaving only a pair of monk shoes remaining in place.
The spacious stone steps were instantly blown to pieces.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what had happened for a moment. They thought that they were hit by Lu Liangsheng and became like this.
"Dead?" "Only a pair of shoes is left, so he must be dead."
"Huh... this evil monk is so scary."
However, at this moment, Lu Liangsheng put away the scroll and stared at the ground. The old donkey ran to him and pulled his wide sleeves, neighing a few times, and a strong demonic aura was faintly condensed underground.
"The true form is revealed..."
The next second, he shouted to the crowd over there: "Get out of here, go!"
Min Yuerou and the Taoist priest stood up from the ground and felt a vibration under their feet. For unknown reasons, the guards lost their balance and fell to the ground with a bang.
"What's going on?" "The earth dragon turned over?!"
"Master Lu told us to run!" "Let's go!"
The altar in the distance began to shake in everyone's sight, and collapsed with a few loud bangs. The ground sank, and cracks spread rapidly towards them. Someone carried Zuo Zhengyang, the Taoist priest, and Min Yuerou on his back and turned around to run towards the woods.
In a breath or two, Lu Liangsheng jumped onto the donkey's back, stepped on the ground, rushed to a nearby big tree, and stood on the treetop. Hong Lian floated out from the bookshelf.
"Sir, something seems to be coming out from underground!"
"Yes, it is Pudu Cihang's true body."
Lu Liangsheng held on to the tree trunk with one hand, his body was shaking. As he watched, the altar collapsed with a loud bang, the ground cracked inch by inch, turned over, and splashed in all directions.
The evil spirit rose into the sky.
…
At this time, in the capital city of Tianzhi, the city gates were opened, and strings of torches were in people's hands. As war horses galloped along the winding roads, a general wearing armor and a long sword on his waist suddenly pulled the reins.
The galloping war horses neighed anxiously. On horseback, Xiao Moke turned his head and looked at the old man who was comforting the war horses.
"Master Min, what's going on?!"
The old man was Min Changwen, who came to the city to seek reinforcements. He stopped his horse and looked in the direction ten miles away.
"I don't know..."
However, the horses under the surrounding cavalry became increasingly restless, paddling their hooves agitatedly and neighing in panic.
In the city.
Chen Shubao stumbled and climbed up to the highest attic in the palace. At the end of the darkness in the distance, a mysterious light was breaking through the ground.
"What is that?!"
The next moment, in the emperor's eyes, a huge black shadow rushed into the sky and bathed in the moonlight.
Outside the capital, at the head of the dilapidated City God Temple, there was a clay sculpture of a strong figure wearing a silk scarf and a long robe. It was shining with golden light and shook for a moment. The words "City God Yu" appeared on the spirit plaque.
"Hurry and help this governor to capture the monster!"
In the distance, or even further away, the huge demonic aura alarmed a group of cultivators.