I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

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The Overlord Spear, a secret technique handed down by the royal family of Western Chu, is even more powerful than that learned by Marshal Chang He.

Although Xiang Qianshan's shot, which was almost a sneak attack, lacked a bit of open and domineering arrogance, it was extremely vicious, fast and ruthless.

Taoist practitioners resist the close approach of warriors.

At this moment, Xiang Qianshan's spear had already reached Taoist Zhichen's body.

Under the powerful evil aura of the eighth-level warriors, Taoist Zhichen's Illusory Truth couldn't even work.

The false illusion transformed by Yunyan was directly shattered by the impact of the evil spirit, revealing the real body in the distance.

And Xiang Qianshan's gun pointed at the real body of Daoist Zhichen.

Taoist Zhichen only had time to use phantom mist to shift his shape.

But another opponent, Chang He, is waiting here.

The broadsword in his hand turned into a white light tens of meters long, and with the momentum of cutting mountains and mountains, he slashed at Taoist Zhichen.

In Taoist Zhichen's colorful phantom clouds, a dust whisk flies out, which is Wangxin whisk, one of the three magic weapons of his Wangzhenguan.

With a swipe of Wang Xin's dust whisk, billowing clouds and smoke gathered, barely blocking Chang He's knife.

But Xiang Qianshan's Overlord Spear had already reached it again.

The sneak attack failed, Xiang Qianshan was not affected at all, and simply attacked head-on.

And in this way, the power of the Overlord Spear can be brought into full play.

With one shot, it seemed to be stronger than the sneak attack that had been observed for a long time before.

With the addition of domineering momentum, the power of Xiang Qianshan's spear seems to be increasing continuously, and there is no end to it.

Taoist Zhichen retracted his physical body, Wang Xin put the dust in his hand, and then swung it forward.

The heavy clouds and mist seemed to condense into a solid at this moment, resisting Xiang Qianshan's shot.

The domineering spear pierced through the thick clouds and still reached Taoist Zhichen.

Taoist Zhichen suddenly pinched the magic formula.

The cloud and mist that was pierced by the spear just now condensed but did not disperse, but turned into a thundercloud at this moment, and then rolled into thunder, bursting in a row!

Xiang Qianshan's spear couldn't help trembling slightly after being blown up unexpectedly.

The invincible and invincible domineering momentum was immediately dispelled.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Taoist Zhichen quickly cast phantom mist, drifted away and retreated, away from Xiang Qianshan.

"This thunder method... has a bit of the Taoist artistic conception of Qingyun Temple in it!"

Xiang Qianshan, as a master of the Western Chu clan, has more or less knowledge of the top masters and inheritance of the neighboring Eastern Tang Dynasty in the past.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that the thunder method of Qingyun Temple was actually integrated into the spell of Taoist Zhichen.

"I heard that the Qingyun Temple was destroyed by you. It is not surprising that you have inherited the Qingyun Temple."

Xiang Qianshan stared at Taoist Zhichen: "It's just that I didn't expect that you would be able to integrate the mysteries inherited from Qingyun Temple into your own magic of Wangzhen Temple so soon."

Taoist Zhichen didn't bother to answer his words.

Although he barely avoided Xiang Qianshan's attack, on the other side, Chang He's saber light swept up again immediately.

The white light was like a hurricane, firmly surrounding Taoist Zhichen, and then continuously compressing it.

Taoist Zhichen lost the opportunity and was suppressed by a martial arts expert of the same realm. If he tried to resolve it again, the difficulty would increase tenfold or dozens of times.

Just when he was acting dangerously, suddenly a terrifying thunder light flew from a distance, and bombarded Chang He's saber light heavily.

A gap appeared between the mountain-like sword lights.

Taoist Zhichen should use the magic of phantom smoke to get out of it.

Xiang Qianshan and Changhe both looked at the sky on the other side.

There, there was a cyan thundercloud floating quietly.

The figure of a Taoist priest is looming in it.

Above his head, there is a jade ruyi floating.

"Leiyun Ruyi of Qingyunguan, the Taoism this time is also the direct inheritance of Qingyunguan."

Xiang Qianshan glanced at it: "Qingyun Guan's successor, is there a traitor? By the way, I heard that there is a person named Gu Hechuan who betrayed Qingyun Guan a long time ago."

Sure enough, Gu Hechuan's figure appeared in the thunder cloud.

He had a solemn expression, but there was a faint hint of sacredness.

Finally got the Leiyun Ruyi he had dreamed of, Gu Hechuan's whole mind seemed to be baptized and sublimated by it.

Since Mr. Wu Yun bestowed Leiyun Ruyi, Gu Hechuan has been concentrating on nurturing him during this period of time.

Now he can not only control this magic weapon, but even feel that his overall cultivation has improved.

After many years of unraveling the heart knot, coupled with the mutual nurturing of the magic weapon and the Nascent Soul, Gu Hechuan felt that he could already vaguely see the gate of the eighth realm.

As long as he is given some more time, he is sure to break through the years of tranquility and cultivate the Dharma.

However, before that, he must first face the enemy at this moment together with Daoist Zhichen.

Gu Hechuan urged Leiyun Ruyi to spread a sea of ​​yin and yang thunder to protect Taoist Zhichen.

Xiang Qianshan looked at Taoist Zhichen and said to Chang He, "I'll deal with this, you deal with that."

Chang He nodded, and immediately took the initiative to meet Gu Hechuan's yin and yang thunder sea.

Although his strength is not as good as that of Xiang Qianshan, he is still a martial arts master in the eighth realm.

Under the condensed evil spirit, he is not afraid of the violent thunder transformed by the opponent's spell.

Gu Hechuan has Leiyun Ruyi in his hand, but he is not afraid of Changhe.

But in this way, he couldn't take care of Taoist Zhichen.

But Taoist Zhichen faced Xiang Qianshan alone, even with Wangxin Fuchen in his hand, he did not have the advantage.

The opponent's Overlord Spear is too fierce and domineering.

If he hadn't figured out the way of Qingyun Taoism and made some new breakthroughs, facing Xiang Qianshan now, he might have no choice but to run away.

But now, he can only try his best to deal with Xiang Qianshan.

In the distance, suddenly there was a shrill scream, like the cry of an ape.

However, that is not a monster monkey or a master of the magic way who practiced the transformation of the magic ape.

Instead, the sound of the sword.

Liang Shi, the elder of Yuanxian Mountain, has a sword in his hand at this moment, and every time he draws out the sword, there will be a mournful sword cry, one sound after another, connected together, like the cry of an ape one after another.

With his martial arts cultivation at the seventh level, under the condensed murderous aura, every sword strike seemed to bring a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood to slaughter the common people.

Under his continuous and increasingly fierce attacks, his opponent gradually couldn't hold on.

The great Confucian Zhao Zhan, who was in the seventh realm with Liang Shi, was already injured because he was besieged earlier, and gradually couldn't stand Liang Shi's faster and fiercer sword.

The copybook he barely wrote has been destroyed by Liang Shi's Immortal Ape Sword.

At this moment, Liang Shigeng was already close to him, and a sword was faster than a sword, making it almost impossible for him to write a book.

In desperation, Zhao Zhan could only resist the opponent's serial offensive with more eloquence and spring thunder.

But Liang Shijian screamed repeatedly, constantly interfering with Zhao Zhan's performance.

Fortunately, the classic principles passed down by the Zhao family are "impeccable", so that he can write with pen and write, and his words are very mellow, so it is difficult to find mistakes, so that he will not be disturbed by Liang Shi.

Coupled with the supernatural blessing of investigating things to know and penetrating into the inside, Zhao Zhan can still support without courtesy even when he is sad, so that he will not die under the opponent's sharp sword.

But his old injuries and new injuries broke out together, and it became more and more difficult to support him, and he was already in danger.

However, Daoist Zhichen and Gu Hechuan were also under the pressure of their respective opponents at the moment, unable to help Zhao Zhan.

Liang Shi suddenly let out a startling roar.

The combination of the warrior's fiery blood and murderous aura is earth-shattering.

Zhao Zhan was so shocked that his whole body was churning with qi and blood, and the wound couldn't be controlled, and he burst into blood immediately.

The words he wanted to write on the pen stopped immediately, leaving only a huge ink dot.

Zhao Zhan didn't show his magical powers, so Liang Shi's Immortal Ape Sword pierced his chest.

Just when Zhao Zhan had no choice but to close his eyes and wait for death, suddenly a hand stretched out from the side.

With a flick of the palm of the hand, the blade swung far away, unable to stab Zhao Zhan again.

Liang Shi, the elder of Yuanxian Mountain, was shocked all over, and he could hardly hold the long sword in his hand, and he was about to let go.

He flew out in the direction of the sword in his hand, and only then managed to dispel the huge force so that the sword would not be thrown away by the opponent.

Liang Shi turned his head to look and couldn't help being surprised.

The person who came to Zhao Zhan's side and saved his life turned out to be a young monk who looked only in his teens.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The young monk was Huiming.

He suddenly appeared, which shocked Xiang Qianshan and Chang He.

"Master is helping Chang'an?" Xiang Qianshan asked.

Huiming clasped his palms together: "Don't dare to be a benefactor, the poor monk just hopes that the army will withdraw from the land under the rule of Chang'an, where the war has passed, it is inevitable that people will die."

Xiang Qianshan said coldly: "You have to know that it was Chang'an who provoked the incident first and offended me first!"

Monk Huiming said: "The poor monk hopes that there will be fewer killings in the world, and he also knows that the karma of hatred is difficult to break through. If the benefactor is determined to repay the wrong, please let the rivers and lakes deal with the rivers and lakes, and don't involve ordinary people."

Xiang Qianshan asked coldly, "Why do you meddle in this business?"

Huiming put down his hands: "If there is a sin, the poor monk is willing to try to bear it."

Xiang Qianshan sneered: "Okay!"

After all, it was a fierce shot, which pierced the chest of little monk Huiming!

Huiming didn't dodge or dodge, he stood where he was, and let the opponent stab him.

There is a golden light flashing around him, condensing into the majestic Mount Sumeru.

But how overbearing is the Xichu Overlord Spear?

With a sharp spear point, a deep hole was smashed on Mount Sumeru on the spot.

The spear pierced deeply into the mountain.

Cracks spread from the point of the gun to the surrounding area.

The entire Mount Sumeru seemed to be collapsing and shattering.

Monk Huiming still stood in place.

He clasped his palms together and chanted scriptures silently.

Inside Mount Sumeru, you can see lotus flowers blooming one by one.

The lotus is everywhere, filling the cracks on Mount Meru.

Xiang Qianshan sneered again and again, constantly urging his strength.

The condensed evil spirit penetrated into Mount Sumeru.

One after another, the lotus flowers withered due to evil spirits.

Without the repair of the lotus, Mount Sumeru is full of cracks again, and it is about to break.

Xiang Qianshan was about to go straight to Huanglong and stab the pedantic little monk to death with a single shot, so as not to give the other party a chance to repent and resist.

But the Sumeru Gold Mountain in front of him suddenly disintegrated by itself.

But the golden mountain was shattered, and Xiang Qianshan's Overlord Spear's momentum slowed down instead.

The resistance ahead is increasing.

The advance of the spearhead became slower and slower, until finally it came to a complete stop, unsustainable.

Xiang Qianshan, who was born in the royal family of Western Chu and has extensive experience, flashed a thought in his mind:

The eighth realm of Buddhism,

impermanence.