Chapter 40: Killing the God and Demon Sword, Turning the Tide
Yan Long stood in front of the mountain gate of Longqi Temple, holding a broadsword in his right hand and sticking it on the stone steps, chiseling a hole in the stone steps. He was nearly two meters tall, wearing black armor and black pants, revealing his strong arms. His face was weathered, but there was still pride between his brows, and his long gray hair was casually scattered, like a lion.
He looks to be over sixty years old, but his physique is stronger than most young people.
The disciples of Longqi Temple stood in a row in front of the small bridge, ready for battle. They were not nervous, but rather excited.
We can see the Taoist priest take action again!
Soon, Jiang Changsheng arrived and the disciples quickly made way.
Jiang Changsheng stopped and looked at Yan Long. He had good Qi and was indeed a hidden master.
After the sword maniac died, no ordinary warrior dared to come up the mountain to challenge. Those who could come were either peerless masters or people who were about to die. It was obvious that Yan Long was both of them.
Yan Long was also looking at Jiang Changsheng and was secretly shocked. This Taoist priest was so young and looked like a half-grown child. Did he really suppress half of the martial arts world?
Yan Long suddenly saw Xu Tianji holding a broom, and couldn't help but sneer: "The leader of Guiyuan Divine Sect has fallen to the point of sweeping the floor for others."
Xu Tianji said disapprovingly: "Although I am sweeping the floor, I am still alive. You will die soon, and I am using this broom to collect your body."
The two men were at loggerheads, obviously with some old grudge.
Yan Long was too lazy to argue with him, so he looked back at Jiang Changsheng and said, "Master Changsheng, please attack me. Don't hold back. Let me see the true strength of the martial arts legend. It would be best if I die here."
Jiang Changsheng drew out the Taihang Sword and said with a smile, "I can satisfy you."
This man is too old. He won't be able to guard the mountain for a few years if he's left alive. Just kill him.
Yan Long's eyes focused, and he suddenly raised his sword and slashed. His speed was extremely fast, and every time he slashed, afterimages remained, as if dozens of swords were slashing at the same time. Countless sword auras swept towards Jiang Changsheng like a storm, with such momentum that all the disciples were moved.
The sword energy is so strong that it is visibly stronger than that of the sword maniac, and it makes people tremble with fear involuntarily.
Jiang Changsheng raised the Taihang Sword even faster, pointing the sword at Yan Long. With a flick of his wrist, the blade burst out with even more violent sword energy, crushing him with overwhelming force, instantly dispersing the violent knife energy.
"That is... How is it possible!"
Yan Long's eyes widened, filled with fear.
Boom boom
The loud noise from Longqi Mountain alarmed the people in the city. Countless people turned their heads to look and saw a spectacular scene on the top of the mountain. A visible air wave broke through the sea of clouds from the top of the mountain, stretching for thousands of feet, as if tearing the sky apart.
This spectacular scene was breathtaking. The Thirteen Thorns of Tianxu and the Buddha of Difficult Luck in the palace all fell on the eaves and looked at Longqi Temple with fear.
"That demon is getting stronger and stronger..."
Gui Liu muttered to himself, and others thought the same.
On the top of the mountain, in front of the gate of Longqi Temple.
The sword energy dissipated, and the wind and clouds were about to stop.
Everyone looked at Yan Long and took a breath of cold air.
Yan Long had turned into a bloody man, trembling all over. With a thud, he fell forward straight, blood splattered all over the ground, and his knife also fell to the ground with a clang.
Jiang Changsheng said expressionlessly: "Send Senior Kuang Dao Yanlong to the hero's tomb."
After saying this, he turned and left. All the disciples looked at him in awe, including Xu Tianji, Jiang Ziyu, Arakawa, Wang Chen and others.
In the distance, on the eaves, Hua Jianxin, dressed in white, lowered her head slightly, and a soft snort came from under her mask: "You really know how to show off."
There was laughter in her voice.
The disciples cheered, feeling proud of the Taoist's performance.
Returning to his room, Jiang Changsheng saw a line of words:
[In the 40th year of Kaiyuan, the mad sword Yanlong came to enter the hero's tomb. You successfully survived his challenge and survived a killing spree, and obtained the survival reward - martial arts 'Demon Sword of Killing God']
Martial arts?
It's a little bit inferior, but it's good to have one more skill. It can be passed on to Longqi Temple, and it can also provide an extra means of concealment when facing an invincible strong enemy in the future.
Jiang Changsheng began to inherit the Demonic Sword of the God of Killing.
The Demonic Sword of the Killing God, the sword technique is just as its name, the sword technique of the Killing God, the sword technique of the devil, extremely domineering, the sword energy will be continuously strengthened through killing, and even burn the blood and qi to promote the sword energy. This is an extreme martial art, which can easily shorten one's life, but it may be able to fight a way out in desperate situations.
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The mad blade was broken in Longqi Temple and buried in the hero's tomb. The news spread quickly throughout the Dajing martial arts world. The image of Taoist Changsheng changed again in the minds of the martial artists, and they thought of his tribulation.
Not human!
The name of the Immortal Master of Longevity gradually began to spread. It was caused by people who believed in Jiang Changsheng. Later, it was recognized by more and more people. Only when warriors acknowledged that Jiang Changsheng was the Immortal Master could they get a little comfort.
It seemed that no matter how strong a master was, he would be vulnerable in front of Jiang Changsheng. He was too powerful, so powerful that other masters were overshadowed.
About a month after Kuang Dao's death, Wanli returned with his disciples, bringing with him a group of new disciples, more than fifty people, all of whom were displaced orphans.
"Master, your spell is too long. I was almost chopped to death when I was reciting it before, but I found that I could perform it as soon as the true energy entered my body. Are you kidding me?"
Wanli sat in front of Jiang Changsheng and said resentfully. The others in the courtyard couldn't help laughing. Xu Tianji laughed even louder, mocking Wanli for being honest.
Jiang Changsheng said: "If you are sincere, your wish will come true. If it is an emergency, you don't have to do this. You can decide for yourself."
Wanli was just complaining. The talisman paper was really useful. He said excitedly, "Many sects want to buy talisman paper from us. Taoist priest, this can develop into a big business."
Jiang Changsheng shook his head and said, "Isn't the money from the incense offerings enough for you to earn? Where can I get so much talisman paper? I also need to practice."
This is the truth. The talisman paper printed with spells consumes spiritual energy. If it is supplied in large quantities, how can he practice?
Wanli scratched his head and said no more. He then started bragging to Jiang Ziyu and Arakawa about his experience of wandering the world in the past two years, which made the two teenagers very envious. However, the good times did not last long, as Xu Tianji jumped out in the middle to show off. His story was even more exciting, which made the two teenagers even more curious.
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Spring goes and summer comes, it is the beginning of July.
Bad news came from the northern border of Dajing. King Qin Jiang Yu and his elite troops were besieged by an army of 400,000. The two great masters of Gu Khan joined forces and killed 22 generals in a row. King Qin broke out of the siege under the escort of Zong Tianwu, but 70% to 80% of the army were killed or wounded, and nearly 100,000 soldiers turned into bones and blood flowed like a river.
This army was the elite force of the King of Qin and had been invincible before. Such a tragic defeat made the civil and military officials and the people of Dajing panic-stricken.
"Waste! Waste!"
In the Golden Palace, Jiang Yu roared, shaking with anger.
A general couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, the King of Qin has made many contributions after all. How can there be an undefeated army?"
Jiang Yu glared at him and said, "If the King of Qin was not greedy for merit, how could he be like this?"
He cursed loudly, making the general feel ashamed and angry.
Jiang Yuan sat on the dragon throne with a blank expression on his face and did not interrupt.
Now, Jiang Yu is suspected of abusing his power. He does not consult Jiang Yuan on many matters and gives orders directly. This sign started when Jiang Yu re-appointed the queen and made his illegitimate son the eldest legitimate wife.
Jiang Yu calmed down and snorted, "Guhan has three great masters who are so self-righteous. This prince will invite four masters who are not inferior to the masters to go and destroy Guhan's three great masters. Let's see if they dare to be so arrogant. Pass the order down. This prince will lead the army in person!"
When these words were spoken, all the civil and military officials looked at each other in bewilderment, but no one tried to stop them. It didn't matter even if Jiang Yu died, as there were enough princes anyway.
the other side.
Inside the Longqi Temple, Jiang Changsheng was lying on the white dragon. The white dragon's snake body was now much wider than his shoulders and could be used as a bed. He used the Qilin whisk to cover his eyes, as if he was taking a nap, but in fact he was checking the incense value.
The incense value has increased sharply recently and has exceeded seven hundred.
He figured out that when Dajing was in danger, the number of incense sticks increased rapidly and mortals could only pray to the gods for protection. When Dajing was safe, mortals were busy making money and surviving. Life was hopeful and they would not believe in gods or the way of heaven.
Of course, the most important reason is that information is transmitted too slowly. Those who can come to Longqi Temple to burn incense are not ordinary people. If ordinary people want to understand his magic, they have to rely on Longqi Temple disciples to travel around the world and preach for him.
There is one thing he cannot figure out for the time being. If someone offers him a sacrifice, even if it is just a little incense value, will this person's incense value appear again after it has been consumed like before during the tribulation? Perhaps those people before may be among the more than 700 incense points, but the survival system has not given any explanation, so he can only accept it passively.
No matter what, the incense value is just the icing on the cake and can never be his core reliance. He still has to focus on cultivation.
After breaking through the sixth level, he did not stop practicing. According to the rules, the next breakthrough would probably be decades later, and this was still the speed of daily practice. If he slacked off every now and then, it would probably take hundreds of years.
"What, you want to join the army, nonsense, you are only eleven years old, are you crazy?"
Wang Chen's voice came from the side. It turned out that Jiang Ziyu wanted to join the army when he learned that King Qin was defeated. However, he now respected Jiang Changsheng the most, so he had to consult Jiang Changsheng for all his ideas.
Jiang Ziyu stiffened his neck and said, "Although I am young, my martial arts skills are beyond the reach of ordinary soldiers. Besides, Ping An can follow me. Didn't Uncle Tianji say that Ping An can already tear apart top masters with his bare hands?"
Xu Tianji shouted quickly: "I was exaggerating. If a top master stood there and let him hit him, he would not be able to withstand it. But a top master would definitely dodge."
Jiang Ziyu glared at him, very dissatisfied. Xu Tianji glared back provocatively. He was a great leader.
"Just wait for me. One day, I will make Guiyuan Sect surrender to me and let you join the army to fight." Jiang Ziyu shouted.
Xu Tianji scratched his ear and said, "My little King of Wei, unless you become the emperor, even if your father wants to make you the crown prince, you will have to wait for many years before you can take the throne. By then, I might have already been buried in the hero's tomb."
The fame of the Hero's Tomb has spread, and many martial arts masters come to visit it under the pretext of burning incense. The two tombstones of Sword Maniac and Mad Knife are enough to fascinate people in the martial arts world. Xu Tianji plans to be buried here in the future to maintain his reputation as a martial arts overlord.
"Okay, Ziyu, don't worry, I will teach you something now."
Jiang Changsheng's voice floated over, and Jiang Ziyu immediately ran over and listened carefully.
"If you want to achieve your ambitions, when you show up is crucial."
Jiang Changsheng said slowly, "When the edifice is about to collapse, you can turn the tide. That is when you have made the greatest achievements and when you are closest to the throne. If you join the army now, you will most likely die. Even if you make achievements, they will be small. Wait a few more years, and then you and Ping An both have unparalleled courage, and then you can attract more generals."
Jiang Ziyu frowned. He understood the truth, but he was afraid that he could not wait any longer.
“What if Dajing is defeated in the next few years?”
"What if we lose? The Thirteen States are so vast that it will take more than a few years for a country to be destroyed."
"What if the ancient Khan reaches the capital and kills at the feet of the emperor?"
"Then I will teach you how to truly turn the tide."
Jiang Ziyu was shocked by Jiang Changsheng's calm words. What kind of powerful strength could allow one to say such confident words that he couldn't refute?
