Chapter 301: Dragon-Tiger Civil War, the Truth of the Dream
Zhang Jiuxiao raised his hand and placed it on the old Taoist's neck. He took a deep breath and prepared to chop him off.
But the agitated muscles trembled slightly, cutting the old master's skin, revealing bright red blood, but then it stopped. If it was an inch deeper, it would have taken the old master's life.
"Zhang Jiuxiao, why don't you do it? Are you soft-hearted?"
Pan Dan asked loudly.
Zhang Jiuxiao ignored him and opened his eyes, carefully looking at the father he once admired the most.
“You’re old.”
His eyes were very complicated, and finally he closed his eyes and said lightly: "I'll take you to see mother."
After saying this, he was about to continue chopping with his knife.
But at this moment, a clanging sword sounded, and the extremely strong and masculine sword energy was like a waterfall falling from the sky, piercing through the roof of the Demon Subduing Hall and slashing towards Zhang Jiuxiao.
Sizzle!
A brilliant flash of lightning appeared, and a figure retreated backwards, smashing the wall. The falling rocks were shattered by the lightning lingering around him, making crackling sounds.
Zhang Jiuxiao was defeated for the first time, and a few strands of his hair fell off and turned into powder.
A sword mark appeared on his arm, oozing out a little blood, but was evaporated into water mist by the thunder.
A divine sword shining with golden light fell in front of the old Taoist's bed. On it flowed complicated and profound runes. They were drawn by gods and carried some ancient and powerful power.
Three or five swords to slash evil male and female!
This sword is a masculine sword, symbolizing the most powerful and masculine force in the world. As soon as it is unsheathed, it is like the rising sun, and the hot sword energy is like the blazing sunlight, shining in all directions.
Back then, Zhang Daoling, the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master, wielded the male and female swords and defeated the six demon kings and eight ghost generals, restoring peace to the world.
Zhang Qianyang floated down and glared at Zhang Jiuxiao.
"Big Brother, you really want to kill Master!"
Zhang Jiuxiao raised his eyes, and the brilliant lightning almost solidified into substance, turning his pupils into a purple-blue color, like a god or demon.
"What's the point of keeping an unfair person?"
Zhang Qianyang's eyes showed a hint of sadness, and he said, "Big Brother, is the position of Heavenly Master really that important?"
Zhang Jiuxiao's eyes flashed with anger, and he said, "You are the least qualified to say this in the whole world!"
"In order to become a Heavenly Master, I practiced hard day and night. In order to master the Thunder Method, I was almost struck to ashes. But no matter how much pain I endured, I gritted my teeth and endured it. But what about you?"
Zhang Jiuxiao's voice was full of sarcasm.
"You fish for three days and rest for two days. You spend all day studying idle books , and indulge in love with your junior sister. You have wasted your talent in vain!"
"You rarely take care of the affairs of the mountain. You always like to go down the mountain to travel and have fun. What do you call the most ruthless person in Longhu Mountain? To put it bluntly, you just cause trouble for Longhu Mountain everywhere. If it weren't for Master's secret protection, do you really think you can dominate 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 danced wildly and his eyes burned with rage.
He gave up so much in order to become a Heavenly Master, while Zhang Qianyang was relaxed and grateful, living a happy life. However, in the end, it was the diligent and hardworking eldest son who was not valued, while the playful and pleasure-seeking youngest son enjoyed everything. How could he not be angry?
It is precisely because of this that Zhang Jiuxiao would humble himself and cooperate with the demons and evil cultivators.
If someone doesn't give him what he wants, he'll take it himself.
There was a hint of sadness in Zhang Qianyang's eyes.
"Big Brother, do you still remember that time when Master used the spiritual peach to test us?"
Zhang Jiuxiao said coldly: "Remember, I gave you everything, but you are still not satisfied and want to take more from me!"
"Big Brother, you gave me your spiritual peach. Afterwards, Master asked me alone that he wanted to pass the position of Heavenly Master to you and asked me what I thought."
Zhang Jiuxiao was slightly startled.
Zhang Qianyang sighed, "I said I already have the peach, as for the Heavenly Master, that originally belonged to my brother."
"Big Brother, actually, Master originally chose you as the successor, but you changed later on, and Master became more and more 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.
"Big Brother, there is one more thing. Did you secretly instigate Taizhen to steal the Zhengyi Mengwei Talisman?"
Zhang Jiuxiao came back to his senses. He sneered and said, "Yes, but if she really has no greed in her heart, she won't be fooled even if I add fuel to the fire. Everything is just her own fault."
"It's a pity that Master still softened his heart, otherwise that sword would be enough to take your life!"
Zhang Qianyang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the emotions for his brother in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only murderous intent.
clang!
The Sanwuzhanxie male and female swords flew out from the ground and landed in his hands.
"Big Brother, today, let's fight a life or death battle."
When Zhang Jiuxiao saw that the Sanwu Zhanxie Male and Female Swords were willing to be controlled by Zhang Qianyang, his jealousy grew even stronger. This meant that even this magic sword passed down by the ancestor chose Zhang Qianyang instead of him.
"Okay, let's fight to the death!"
Zhang Jiuxiao was surrounded by lightning, and with a roar, he crushed the ground and rushed towards Zhang Qianyang.
Zhang Qianyang showed no fear. While he was talking, he had already set up a Tiangang Demon Subduing Array. Now the Tiangang Qi was suspended in the air, transforming into a giant sword about ten feet long, and slashed towards Zhang Jiuxiao.
At the same time, he held the Sanwu Zhanxie Male and Female Sword, stepped on the Earth-Shrinking Divine Movement, his hair flying, and separated into dozens of incarnations, all holding magic swords, rushing towards Zhang Jiuxiao.
The only two direct descendants of the Heavenly Master in Mount Longhu fought a desperate duel on a moonlit night in this ancestral home of Taoism.
…
In a dream.
The old Taoist stared at his sleeping wife for a long time without saying anything.
Li Daoxuan followed beside him and was about to say something, but the old Taoist priest made a gesture to silence him.
The old Taoist priest pulled him out of the room, and through the crack in the door, he looked deeply at his wife again.
"She likes sleeping more and more."
The old Taoist priest suddenly said.
Li Daoxuan was stunned, not knowing what he meant.
“Daoxuan, you said before that everything here is fake, but that’s not true.”
The old Taoist priest looked at his wife's room, and through the window paper, he seemed to see the sleeping figure.
"Jiuxiao is fake, Qianyang is fake, Dabao, Ningyan and the others are also fake, but she is real."
A smile appeared on the old Taoist's face.
Li Daoxuan was stunned and felt a little anxious. What was going on? Didn’t his previous method of provoking the person work?
The old Taoist priest seemed to see what he was thinking and said with a smile, "I am not old and blind. I know very well whether it is true or false. No matter how powerful Moruo is, he cannot make me sink willingly with just an illusion."
Li Daoxuan's pupils narrowed as he suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Master, could it be that..."
The old Taoist nodded and sighed, "You guessed right. Moro found Feng Yun's true spirit from somewhere and used it as the foundation to create this dream. This world is fake to me, but it is real to Feng Yun."
"If I leave, this world will collapse, and Feng Yun's true spirit will completely disappear."
