Chapter 214: .Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and Wushu, Four Vessel Struggle (8th, ask for monthly pass for subscription!)

The secret mastery of the king's spear from the Xichu royal family is more powerful than the marshal Chang He learned.
Xiang Qianshan's shot that was almost a sneak attack, although a bit less open and upright domineering, was extremely insidious, quick and ruthless.
Taoist practitioners have resisted the closeness of martial artists.
And at this moment, Xiang Qianshan's shot had already reached the body of the Taoist clerker.
Under the powerful evil spirit of the eighth stage martial artist, the phantom real skills of the Taoist clerks could not even work.
The false illusion transformed by Yunyan was directly shattered by the impact of evil spirits, revealing the true body in the distance.
And what Xiang Qianshan's gunman pointed out was exactly where the Taoist Zhichen was.
Daoist holding the dust only had time to reluctantly use the phantom smoke to shift his position.
But Chang He, another opponent, is waiting here.
The big knife in his hand turned into a white light tens of meters long, and it slashed towards the Taoist Master with the momentum of cutting the mountain and the mountain.
In the seven-color illusion cloud of the Taoist Master, a whisk flew out, which was the heart whisk of one of the three magical instruments of Wangzheng Guan.
With a sweep of Wangxin, billowing clouds gathered, barely blocking Changhe's knife.
But Xiang Qianshan's Overlord's Spear had already been hit again at this time.
When the sneak attack failed, Xiang Qianshan was unaffected, and simply attacked directly.
And in this way, the power of the Overlord Spear can be more exerted.
With one shot, it seemed to be stronger than the one shot that had been charged and observed for a long time.
With the addition of domineering aura, Xiang Qianshan's shot seemed to be continuously increasing in power, with no end.
The Daoist Zhichen's Faxiang retracted his body, Wang Xin whisked the dust into his own hands, and then flicked forward.
Heavy clouds and mists seemed to condense into a solid at this moment, resisting Xiang Qianshan's shot.
The domineering spear, pierced through the clouds and mist, still arrived in front of the daoist.
Daoist holding the dust suddenly pinched the technique.
The cloud and mist that had just been pierced by the spear congealed, but at this time it turned into a thundercloud, and then thunderous, and the chain burst!
Xiang Qianshan's spear trembled slightly after being blown up by this unexpected explosion.
Unstoppable, the invincible domineering and aggressive momentum was immediately dispelled.
Daoist holding the dust took advantage of this opportunity to quickly display the phantom smoke, float and retreat, away from Xiang Qianshan.
"This Lei Fa... has a sort of Qingyun Taoist artistic conception in it!"
As a master of the Western Chu clan, Xiang Qianshan has some knowledge of the top masters and inheritance of the former neighboring country of the Eastern Tang Dynasty.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that the magic of Daoist Slayer had actually incorporated the thunder method of Qingyun Guan.
"I heard that the Qingyun View was destroyed by you, and it is not surprising that you have inherited the Qingyun View."
Xiang Qianshan looked at the Taoist Master: "I just didn't expect you to be able to integrate the mystery of Qingyun View inheritance into your own magic of Forgetting the Truth so quickly."
Daoist Zhichen could not answer his words.
Although he barely avoided Xiang Qianshan's attack, on the other side, Chang He's sword light swept up again.
The white light seemed to be a hurricane, steadily enclosing the Taoist priests, and then continuously compressed.
The Daoist holding the dust missed the opportunity and was personally suppressed by the martial arts powerhouse of the same realm, and then wanted to resolve it, the difficulty increased ten times, dozens of times.
Just as he was acting in danger, suddenly a terrifying thunder light flew from a distance, heavily bombarding Changhe's knife light.
A gap appeared between the mountain-like blade lights.
Daoist holding the dust should even use the magical magic smoke to get out of it.
Xiang Qianshan and Changhe both looked towards the sky on the other side.
There, a blue thundercloud was floating quietly.
The figure of a Taoist priest is looming in it.
Above his head, there is a jade ruyi floating.
"Thunder Yun Ruyi of Qingyunguan, this time the Taoism is also true for Qingyunguan's descendants."
Xiang Qianshan glanced at him: "Qingyunguan's progeny, a traitor? By the way, I heard that there is a man named Gu Hechuan who has betrayed Qingyunguan a long time ago."
In the thundercloud, Gu Hechuan really appeared.
His expression is solemn, and he has a faintly sacred expression.
After finally getting the thundercloud wishfulness he dreamed of, Gu Hechuan's whole mind seemed to be baptized and sublimated.
Since getting the thundercloud wish from Mr. Wuyun, Gu Hechuan has been devoted to warming up during this period of time.
Now he can not only control this magic weapon, but he even feels that his overall cultivation base has progressed.
After years of unraveling the knot, and adding the magical artifacts and Yuanying to warm up each other, Gu Hechuan felt that he could vaguely see the door of the eighth realm.
As long as he is given some more time, he will be sure to break through the peace of many years and cultivate the Fa.
However, before that, he first had to face the enemy at this moment with Daoist Clerk.
Gu Hechuan urged the thundercloud to wish, and set up the yin and yang thunder sea to cover the Taoist priest.
When Xiang Qianshan looked at the Taoist Advocate, he said to Chang He: "I deal with this, you deal with that."
Chang He nodded, and immediately took the initiative to face Gu Hechuan's yin and yang thunder sea.
Although his cultivation strength is not as good as Xiang Qianshan, he is ultimately a martial arts master in the eighth stage.
Under the condensed evil spirit, not afraid of the violent thunder caused by the method.
Gu Hechuan had thunderclouds in his hands, but he was not afraid of Changhe.
But in this way, he couldn't take care of the Taoist clinging side.
But the Taoist Zhichen faced Xiang Qianshan alone, even if Wang Xin was in his hands, he did not have the advantage.
The opponent's Overlord's gun is too fierce and domineering.
If it weren't for the fact that he had already figured out Qingyun Taoism, he had some new breakthroughs, and facing Xiang Qianshan, he would only have to escape.
And now, he can only try to deal with Xiang Qianshan.
In the distance, a screaming scream suddenly sounded like an ape.
However, that was not a demon monkey or a master of the magic way who practiced the transformation of the demon ape.
Instead, the sound of swords.
Liang Shi, the elder of Yuanxianshan, has a sword in his hand at this moment, and every time the sword is taken out, there will be a stern sound of the sword.
His martial arts cultivation in the seventh stage, under the condensed murderous aura, every sword seemed to bring a sea of ​​blood and blood, and slaughter the common people.
Under his continuous and increasingly fierce attacks, his opponents gradually couldn't support it.
The great scholar Zhao Zhan, who was in the seventh realm with Liang Shi, was already injured at this moment because he was besieged before, and gradually couldn't resist Liang Shi's faster and more fierce swordsman.
The copybook he reluctantly wrote has been broken by Liang Shi's fairy sword.
At this moment, Liang Shi was even closer to him, a sword was faster than a sword, and he was almost unable to write a book.
In desperation, Zhao Zhan could only resist the opponent's serial offensive with more exports and spring thunder.
However, Liang Shijian's screams repeatedly interfered with Zhao Zhan's performance.
Fortunately, the classic principles inherited by the Zhao family are "impeccable", which calls oneself to write and export into chapters. They are all extremely round and hard to pick wrong, so that they will not be disturbed by Liang Shi.
Coupled with the blessing of supernatural powers to learn from things and whip into the room, Zhao Zhan can still be free of gifts and support even when he is sad, and will not die under the opponent's quick sword.
However, his old injuries and new injuries occurred together, and he became more and more difficult to support, and he was already in danger.
However, Daoist Zhichen and Gu Hechuan are also under the weight of their opponents, unable to assist Zhao Zhan.
Liang Shi suddenly roared.
The combination of the fiery qi and blood of the warrior and the murderous aura is earth-shaking.
Zhao Zhan was shocked and his whole body was churning with blood, his wounds could not be controlled, and he burst into blood spurting immediately.
The text he was about to fall on the pen immediately stopped, leaving only a huge ink dot.
Zhao Zhan's magical powers were not evident, and Liang Shi's fairy sword pierced his chest with a sword.
Just as Zhao Zhan had no choice but to close his eyes and wait for death, suddenly a palm stretched out next to him.
With a flick of the palm of his hand, the blade shook far away, and he could no longer stab Zhao Zhan.
The elder Liang Shi of Yuanxianshan shook his whole body, and he almost couldn't 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 did he forcefully strengthen Jie Ju Li, so that the sword would not be flicked by the opponent.
Liang Shi turned his head to look, and was startled.
I saw that the person who came to Zhao Zhan's side and saved his life turned out to be a young monk who seemed to be only a teenager.
"My Buddha is merciful."
The young monk is Huiming.
He suddenly appeared, named Xiang Qianshan and Changhe, both shocked.
"Master is helping Changan?" Xiang Qianshan asked.
Huiming folded his palms together: "Don't dare to be the benefactor. The poor monk just hopes that the army will withdraw from the land under the rule of Chang'an.
Xiang Qianshan said coldly: "You know, Chang'an was the first to start the incident, and I was the first to commit the crime!"
Monk Huiming said: "Poor monks hope that killings are rare in the world, and they also know that hatred karma is difficult to solve. If the beneficiary decides to repay the grievances, please do not involve the ordinary people."
Xiang Qianshan asked coldly: "Why do you care about this nosy?"
Huiming put down his hands: "If there is a sin karma, the poor monk is willing to try to bear it."
Xiang Qianshan sneered: "Okay!"
After all, it was a fierce shot that pierced Little Monk Huiming in the chest!
Huiming didn't evade, standing still, letting the opponent stabbing him.
There was golden light flashing all over him, condensing into a majestic Mount Sumi.
But how overbearing is the Xichu Overlord's gun?
With a fierce gunman, a pit was created on Mount Xumi on the spot.
The gunman pierced deeply into the mountain.
The cracks spread from the gunpoint to the surroundings.
The entire Xumi Mountain seems to collapse and shatter.
Monk Huiming still stands still.
He put his palms together, chanting silently.
Inside Xumi Mountain, one by one lotus blossoms can be seen.
The lotus is everywhere, filling up the cracks on Mount Xumi.
Xiang Qianshan sneered again and again, constantly urging his strength.
The condensed evil spirit penetrated into Mount Xumi.
One lotus after another, but withered due to evil spirits.
Lost the lotus flower repair, Xumi Mountain re-dissatisfied with the cracks, it will be broken at sight.
Xiang Qianshan was about to hit Huanglong in one fell swoop, stabbing the little monk who was in the way and pedantic, and not giving the opponent a chance to resist.
But the Xumi Jinshan in front of him suddenly collapsed on its own.
But the Jinshan was broken, and the momentum of Xiang Qianshan's Overlord Spear slowed down instead.
The resistance ahead is getting bigger.
The gunman moved more and more slowly until it finally stopped completely.
A thought came to Xiang Qianshan, who was born in the royal family of Western Chu.
The eighth realm of Buddhism,
Impermanence.