He Zhizhang's clothes were flying, and his long beards were floating under his jaw. He did not hold the long sword weapon, but was like an orthodox Taoist disciple, holding a bronze spear head shaped like an ancient spear head, exuding awe-inspiring evil spirit.
The bronze marks on the head of the Ge are covered with rust, but they are extremely restrained and killing.
An Lushan treated the magic weapons of those monks and Taoists as toys. When he saw the bronze spear head, his face suddenly changed: "The treasure of the King of Shu, the golden spear for the ages!" He Zhizhang opened his hand and slashed out the bronze spear head, but saw that the spear head was filled with evil spirits and looked like iron blood, and stabbed An Lushan's heart.
This ancient spear head is a war spear made of bronze from the Shoushan Mountain, and it is also a powerful magic weapon.
Unexpectedly, although An Lushan was a little afraid of the bronze spear head, he had a way to deal with it. The sky spirit cave suddenly opened above his head, and the dark golden skull Tianling cover cracked a gap along the temple, and suddenly turned up, like an inverted golden bowl. Nine thumb-sized skulls were released inside the skull, rotating around the skull, and suddenly turned into a skull crown.
The nine thumb-sized skeletons met and locked the ancient soldiers.
He Zhizhang was slightly surprised, and Qian Chen next to him explained: "This is Yanshi's magic. It can refine magic weapons and magic weapons into your body organs, or refine your body organs into magic weapons. This demon seems to have no magic weapons, but in fact, he has refined all over his body into magic weapons. He Jian should not be underestimated!"
An Lushan laughed and said, "He Zhizhang, if you take the ancient spiritual treasure hidden in Yangming Cave, the Yuwang Monument in Yu's Cave and the broken water hook suppressed in Yujing, I will be afraid of it. The mere ancient warriors are just weapons used by the troops of King Yu's army back then."
"I want to kill me too?"
"There is no need for King Yu Lingbao to deal with you!"
He Zhizhang groaned and sighed in his heart. If this demonic disaster hadn't come, he would have caught him off.
He first went to Yangming Cave, the tenth cave of the Taoist sect, and borrowed one of the three spiritual treasures from the cave. Then he turned to deal with An Lushan, which was much easier.
Few people know that He Zhizhang is a disciple of Yangming Cave, the tenth cave of the Taoist sect.
Yangming Cave was once the collection of books by Emperor Tian. Dayu obtained the "Golden Simplified and Jade Book" by Emperor Tian, ​​and learned the way to control water. Master Ge Hong also refined alchemy here.
There are three treasures hidden in the cave, the Yu Cave God Stele, the Yujing God Hook, and the Emperor's Jade Book.
In the first year of Zhengsheng, the empress built a building in the name of Mingtang and heaven, and sacrificed dozens of magic figures of immortal gods, broke the seal of the Nine Nethers and proved the Taoist Yuanshen. Master Ye Fashan held a ritual in Yangming Cave to worship the heavens. At that time, the real dragon came down to the realm. Ye Fashan rode the dragon into Luoyang, fought with the empress, and finally reached an agreement to re-seal the Nine Nethers and re-seal the Nine Nethers.
The empress re-sealed the Jiuyou Rift, while the three Taoist masters were to stay in Luoyang, Chang'an to monitor and guard.
At this point, the empress was no longer able to stop, and she became the supreme emperor in the world with the body of the great demon.
At that time, He Zhizhang, who was practicing in Mingyang Cave Heaven, rushed to the imperial examination that year. As a secret son of the Taoist sect in the court, he entered the court as an official. Computer::/
At this time, although An Lushan's upper body was broken by Qian Chen, and the magic light was drooping from the skeleton crown above his head, An Lushan actually grew a layer of flesh under the blockade of the Ziyun Formation. An Lushan was dancing barefoot with his belly, and he was broken through the flesh with his arms behind him, each holding a white bone hammer and a black iron knife, both of which were the top magic weapons of the Demonic Taoism.
Qian Chen and Yan Shu joined forces with He Zhizhang to fight with him. The three of them fought close together. Ning Qingchen kept slashing the Ice Soul Divine Light from afar and slow An Lushan's movements, and he could only rely on the Ziyun Formation to fight An Lushan in a difficult way.
At the same time, Wu Daozi wrote like clouds and drew a mural of the thirty-foot divine bridge on the white wall in the building.
As soon as he swung his pen tip, the divine bridge broke out from the wall and fell at the feet of hundreds of thousands of officials and civilians in Huakai Xianghui Tower.
An Lushan had only half of his body, but under his right arm, two arms with knots and mucus grew from behind his back.
The black air rolling around the hideous demon was like a snake tide, biting the purple cloud formation.
Yan Shu only showed a slight flaw when he was breathing, and was knocked away by An Lushan again. This time, his chest finally collapsed and he fell to the ground to cough up blood. Seeing the Ziyun Formation, hundreds of thousands of officials and civilians in Chang'an looked at this scene in amazement.
Yan Shu vomited blood and waved his hand, "Go away! Chang'an is almost gone, why are you watching the fun?"
Among the crowd, the female family screamed. The guards of Xingqing Palace and the monks from the sixteen guards of Chang'an finally arrived. The screams at Qianqiu Banquet and the noise soared into the sky. The crowd stepped on the divine bridge and fled to Xingqing Palace.
All the ministers and officials, except those with cultivation, fled in panic.
Emperor Xuan's face turned pale and looked at the group of Taoist demons fighting fiercely at his birthday party.
Thousands of military monks surrounded the Ziyun formation. At this time, all officials who were proficient in music also picked up musical instruments and joined the Nishang Feather-Yellow Condor Heroes.
An Lushan spread his three arms, and the magic power was overwhelming. A loud noise that shocked the earth... The purple cloud formation began to vaguely cannot bear it. The purple cloud showed signs of collapse. Li Guinian led the formation. Under the continuous impact of the demonic energy, his face was pale. His hands playing the pipa were already oozing blood. The magic power of the disciples in the Liyuan Garden began to dry up.
Lei Haiqing cried and said, "Taibai...we can't hold on!"
At this time, a group of men and women, all Taoist priests dressed in Taoist robes, flocked to them.
They rushed into Huayou Xianghui Tower along the divine bridge drawn by Wu Daozi. The old Taoist priest who was half dead on the ground saw them, and shouted and cursed: "You little calf noses are finally here!"
"You almost killed your master!"
A middle-aged Taoist priest cried out: "The ancestor, disciples and others cannot enter the Xingqing Palace. They were trapped outside for a long time. Only when they saw this divine bridge crossing the palace ban were able to rush in!"
"Don't talk about these!" The old Taoist priest pointed to the Ziyun Formation in the hall: "Go and support!"
Hundreds of Taoist priests, carrying magical instruments to play Taoist music, joined the song of the colorful clothes. In a short while, hundreds of bald monks with scars, as well as the musicians raised by the monks, the flying goddesses, drove the peacock lamps and flew in along the divine bridge.
Master Huiguo from Qinglong Temple hurriedly said, "Enter the formation quickly and play with the disciples of the Liyuan!"
Qian Chen was sent a message from Fei Fu: "Master, wait! I have a method that may be able to remove this demon, but I still need the help of Buddhism..."
At this time, in the Liyuan Jiaofang, the female musicians who did not believe in Taoism, led by He Huaizhi, went straight from Furong Garden to Xingqing Palace. The female prostitutes in Hu Yulou, Pingkangfang also carried their beloved pipa and Yaoqin, sailed up from Qujiang on a pleasure boat and poured into Huayouxianghui Tower.
The forces of the Taoist sect in Chang'an were launched in a lot, and although the potential forces of the Buddhist sect were launched a little late, they were also coming in a steady stream.
The curved formation of the colorful skirt and feathered clothes suddenly surged into so many monks. Although the melody was a little messy, the purple clouds surging and the golden flowers fell, and the power of the entire formation suddenly increased by 30%.
At this moment, even Mei Fei beside Emperor Xuan pulled the long skirt and flew into the colorful dance array. Before she left, she glanced at Emperor Xuan. Emperor Xuan's eyelids twitched, and finally remained silent and acquiesced to her actions.
With the lead of Concubine Mei, the palace maids around Emperor Xuan kept disappearing quietly, and changed their clothes and joined the Ziyun Formation. Several eunuchs even secretly recited the Buddha's name and passed on their magical powers and chanted their minds.
Zhang Xu's large pen is like a rafter, writing wildly in cursive. He swung his pen, and the ink ink flowed in the air, and a line of ink traces stained with purple clouds and wrote towards An Lushan. Zhang Xu held the pen and stepped on the ink traces, borrowed ink and flew away, jumping like flying, and ink marks flew out, hitting An Lushan with vigorous pen power.
Wu Daozi exclaimed: "This is Shangguan Wan'er's old skill Zhangcao Henglin during the Empress's reign. Zhang Xu! Zhang Xu! When I learned calligraphy from you, you still hid it!"
Zhang Xu's brushstrokes were constantly and in a continuous and full of atmosphere. He actually trapped An Lushan slightly in the pen formation and gave Qian Chen, He Zhizhang and others a chance to breathe. Qian Chen was enduring the severe pain in his arms and tied his hands to both sides of his body, and felt someone coming to him.
He looked up slightly, but saw Wang Wei pulling out the long sword from his waist. A ray of Buddha's light on the sword was weak, but clear and bright.
"I can also trigger the conflict between the Buddha's power in the Buddha's bones and the demon body. I can also fight for the opportunity of three breaths for you!" Wang Weiqi's sword, and the sword light shook and drew a swastika. The character contained infinite light, Vimalakirti's pure wisdom, pure mind, pure land, all things and shapes came from the heart. The sword realm of poetry became a pure land that appeared in good and pure, covering An Lushan's filthy demon body.
Chapter completed!