Zhang Jiuxiao raised his hand and placed it on the old Heavenly Master's neck. He took a deep breath and prepared to chop it off.
But the instigating muscles trembled slightly, and the old Heavenly Master's skin was cut open, revealing the bright red blood, but it stopped again, and another inch deeper would have killed the old Heavenly Master.
"Zhang Jiuxiao, why don't you take action? Are you soft-hearted?"
Pan Dan asked loudly.
Zhang Jiuxiao ignored him, but opened his eyes and looked carefully at the father he once admired most.
"you're old."
His eyes were very complicated, and finally he closed his eyes and said calmly: "I will send you to see your mother."
After saying that, he will continue to chop off with his hand knife.
But at this moment, a sonorous sword sound sounded, and the sword energy, which was as strong as the sun, was like a waterfall falling from the sky, piercing the roof of the Demon-Conquering Hall and slashing towards Zhang Jiuxiao.
Zhila!
Brilliant lightning flashed, and a figure retreated, smashing into the wall. The falling stones were shattered by the lightning surrounding him, making a crisp crackling sound.
Zhang Jiuxiao was repulsed for the first time, and a few strands of hair fell down and turned into powder.
A sword mark appeared on his arm, and blood stains oozed out, but it was evaporated into mist by the thunder.
A shining golden divine sword fell in front of the old Heavenly Master's bed. There were complicated and profound runes on it. They were drawn by the gods and carried some ancient and powerful power.
Three or five evil-killing male and female swords!
This sword is a majestic sword, symbolizing the strongest and most yang power in the world. As soon as it is taken out of the sheath, it is like the sun rising high, and the hot sword energy is like the blazing sun, shining in all directions.
At that time, Zhang Daoling, the Dragon and Tiger Master, defeated the six demon kings and the eight ghost commanders with his male and female swords, and restored purity to the world.
Zhang Qianyang fell down and glared at Zhang Jiuxiao.
"Senior Brother, you really want to kill Master!"
Zhang Jiuxiao raised his eyes, and the bright lightning almost condensed into substance, turning his pupils into a blue-purple color, like a god or demon.
“What’s the use of keeping an unfair person?”
There was a trace of sadness in Zhang Qianyang's eyes, and he said: "Senior Brother, is the position of Heavenly Master really that important?"
A trace of anger flashed in Zhang Jiuxiao's eyes, and he said: "In the whole world, you are the least qualified to say this!"
"In order to become a Heavenly Master, I practiced hard day and night. In order to master the thunder method, I was almost chopped into flying ash, but no matter how much pain I had, I gritted my teeth and pushed through. But what about you?"
Zhang Jiuxiao's voice was full of ridicule.
"You spend three days fishing and two days posting nets. You spend all day studying idle books with a loser like Wu Dabao. You indulge in male-female love with your junior sister. You waste your talents in vain!"
"You rarely take care of the affairs in the mountain. You always like to travel down the mountain and be happy. Why are you the most ruthless person in Longhu Mountain? To put it bluntly, don't you just cause trouble for Longhu Mountain everywhere? If Master hadn't secretly protected you, do you really think you are Can you conquer the world?"
After a pause, Zhang Jiuxiao's voice was like thunder, and the gravel on the ground was shaking continuously.
"But even so, he still wants to make you a heavenly master and give you the best. Why?"
At this moment, Zhang Jiuxiao's long hair was dancing wildly, and his eyes were burning with anger.
He gave up too much in order to become a heavenly master, while Zhang Qianyang was relaxed and happy, but in the end, the hard-working eldest son was not valued, and the playful and hedonistic younger son enjoyed everything. How could this make him Not angry?
It is precisely because of this that Zhang Jiuxiao sacrificed his body and cooperated with the evil cultivator.
If others don't give him what he wants, he will take it himself.
There was a trace of sadness in Zhang Qianyang's eyes.
"Elder brother, do you still remember that time when master used spiritual peaches to test us?"
Zhang Jiuxiao said coldly: "Remember, I gave you everything, but you were still not satisfied and wanted to take more from me!"
"Elder brother, you gave me your spiritual peach. Afterwards, Master asked me alone, saying that he wanted to pass on the title of Heavenly Master to you and asked me what I thought."
Zhang Jiuxiao was slightly startled.
Zhang Qianyang sighed: "I said I already have a peach. As for the Heavenly Master, it belongs to my brother."
"Senior Brother, in fact, the heir chosen by Master at the beginning was you, but you changed later on, making Master less and less afraid to pass on the throne to you."
Zhang Jiuxiao was silent for a moment.
After a pause, Zhang Qianyang's eyes suddenly became sharp and he looked directly into Zhang Jiuxiao's eyes.
"Elder brother, there is one more thing. The reason why Tai Zhen went to steal "The Powerful Talisman of the Zhengyi Alliance" back then was that you were secretly bewitching him?"
Zhang Jiuxiao came back to his senses. He sneered and said, "Yes, but if she is really not greedy, even if I add fuel to the fire, she will not be fooled. She will only bring the blame for everything."
"It's a pity that Master is still soft-hearted, otherwise that sword would be enough to kill you!"
Zhang Qianyang closed his eyes. When he opened them again, all the emotion towards his brother had been removed from his eyes, leaving only murderous intent.
Clang!
The three-five evil-killing male and female swords flew out from the ground and landed in his hand.
"Elder brother, today we will decide between life and death."
When Zhang Jiuxiao saw that the Three Five Evil-Slaying Male and Female Sword was willing to be driven by Zhang Qianyang, the jealousy in his heart became even stronger. This meant that even this divine sword passed down by the ancestor had chosen Zhang Qianyang instead of him.
"Okay, let's decide whether to live or die!"
Zhang Jiuxiao's whole body was filled with thunder and lightning, accompanied by a roaring sound, crushing the ground and rushing towards Zhang Qianyang.
Zhang Qianyang showed no fear. While he was speaking just now, he had already arranged a Tiangang Demon Subduing Formation. Now the Tiangang Qi was hanging in the air, turning into a giant sword about ten feet long, and slashing towards Zhang Jiuxiao. .
At the same time, he held the Three Five Evil-Slaying Male and Female Swords, stepped on the ground and walked in a magical way, with his hair flying, and divided into dozens of incarnations, all holding divine swords, and rushed towards Zhang Jiuxiao.
The only direct bloodline of the Heavenly Master in Longhu Mountain, in this Taoist ancestral court, under the moonlit night, launched a life-and-death duel.
…
In a dream.
The old master stared at his sleeping wife and said nothing for a long time.
Li Daoxuan followed him. Just as he was about to say something, the old master made a silent gesture.
The Heavenly Master pulled him out of the room, and once again took a deep look at his wife through the crack in the door.
"She likes sleeping more and more."
The Heavenly Master said suddenly.
Li Daoxuan was startled, not knowing what he meant.
"Daoxuan, you said before that everything here is fake, which is actually not true."
The old master looked at his wife's room, and through the window paper, he seemed to be able to see the sleeping figure.
"Jiuxiao is fake, Qianyang is fake, Dabao and Ningyan are also fake, but she is real."
A smile appeared on the face of the old master.
Li Daoxuan was startled and felt a little anxious. What was going on? Did his previous method of stimulating generals not work?
The old master seemed to have seen what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Your master, I am not dim-sighted, it is true or false. I know very well that no matter how powerful Moro is, he cannot make me sink willingly with just an illusion. .”
Li Daoxuan's pupils condensed, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Master, could it be that..."
The old Heavenly Master nodded and sighed: "You guessed it right. I don't know where Moro found Feng Yun's true spirit, and used it as a foundation to shape this dream. This world is fake to me, but to Feng Yun As far as the clouds are concerned, it’s true.”
"If I leave, this world will collapse, and Fengyun's true spirit will completely disappear."
(End of chapter)
