"I know you, it was you who recognized Liu Sheng Piao Xu's swordsmanship..." Jiumozhi frowned and said. He had heard Shangguan Haitang mention this matter before in Jingyue Temple. The Wuliang Patriarch recognized Liu Sheng Piao Xu's swordsmanship and said it, which caused Su Changqing to be hunted down. Zhu Wushi's original choice was to kill Su Changqing instead of letting his forces kill each other. Su Changqing was pushed to the forefront, and Gui Hai Yidao was picked out. This incident was the reason why Shangguan Haitang and Jiang Xingxing all needed to flee. Although no one expected the final result, this stinky Taoist priest was obviously the culprit. Wuliang Patriarch was startled, his eyes widened as he said: "You are a monk, how can you frame someone?" "I am just telling the truth, and if I didn't tell you, you, Jiumozhi, would have been killed by Su Changqing." "Wulian Tianzun, Jiumozhi, you still have to thank me." Wuliang Patriarch said calmly.
Jiumozhi was furious when he heard this. This made sense at first, but it was actually bullshit. What kind of thank you! Because he intercepted Cheng Shifei, Jiang Xingxing and others, he was almost beaten to death by Cheng Shifei's Vajra Indestructible Divine Art. Later, because he hid in the mountains, he fell into Yunlong Lake and almost drowned, and his stomach became pregnant for ten months. Fortunately, not many people saw it, otherwise his goal of becoming famous would have been completely ruined. Just like this, I still have to thank you? "I have heard of Wudang Wuliang for a long time. I rode a bull into Wudang when I was young and became friends with Zhang Sanfeng. Let's test you today. How much weight do you have?" Jiu Mozhi took a deep breath, lowered his eyebrows, and put his hands together. The real test is in the hands! The Wuliang Patriarch smiled softly when he heard the words, and suddenly turned his head and looked at Su Changqing in the distance and said. "Marquis Changqing, I made a mistake yesterday and hurt you. Today I will give you a chance." Su Changqing's eyes condensed slightly and he bowed slightly. "The human race established the race with martial arts, opened up the universe, swept through the wasteland, and established the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Xuanyuan, Fuxi, and Suiren, one by one, emperors and emperors." He stared at Su Changqing, his voice was flat, low and deep. "This world is a fusion of the nine heavens and ten earths. The human race is declining, and the way of heaven is collapsing. If you don't fight or grab, you will have no chance of survival!" "Eight extreme fists, Tongbi fist, Wubu fist, Taizu long fist, are all ordinary fists, without sword light, without knife energy. When the body is strong enough, it can shake the mountain with one punch!" "Look, that mountain." Wuliang Patriarch said softly. He looked into the distance, his eyes met and fell on a towering peak. What mountain is that?
It is not the Seven Mountains of Yunlong, nor Wudang, Ziwei, but Zhenwu Mountain where Su Changqing once got Xuantian Zhenqi. This mountain was once occupied by Jiang Tianfeng, who established Tianfeng Village. One hundred and twenty-three bandits all died at the hands of Su Changqing. Wuliang Patriarch clenched his fist, his eyes calm, the Xuantian Zhenqi in his hand met, purple clouds covered, condensed on the fist. This punch was like a soaring cloud, crossing the hundred-mile Yunlong Lake, with a piercing sonic boom that swept across the wilderness. The huge Zhenwu Mountain seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and terrifying huge cracks splashed on the mountain, and the mountain soon broke into pieces. The power of a punch made the entire hundred-meter mountain explode with a loud bang. It was really unparalleled and invincible. This scene was really shocking. Even Jiumozhi stared at the distant mountain with his eyes wide open, his mind trembling, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. With his eyesight, it was extremely difficult to see two hundred miles, and the opponent's simple punch was so terrifying. "Are you the Great Emperor Zhenwu?" He said in horror. "No, no, I am Wuliang." Wuliang Patriarch smiled lightly and turned away. "Marquis Changqing, one day, you can go to Wudang. We'll meet on the top of the mountain. I'll give you another chance." The Wuliang Patriarch jumped up and walked away on the water, leaving no trace. His green robe was peerless, his black and green sword was dazzling, and his figure was amazing. Jiumozhi took a deep breath and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. Su Changqing's eyes were slightly fixed, staring at the other party's green robe back. This was indeed the first time he saw the Wuliang Patriarch, and he had never seen the other party's panel. The next moment, a panel appeared in front of Su Changqing. [Name]: Wuliang Patriarch (the sixth incarnation of Zhenwu) [Realm]: Martial Arts Immortal (has fallen to Martial Saint) [Fate]: Chinese Sword Ancestor (Gold) [Life Script]: "Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Patriarch" Zhenwu wiped out all the demons in the world throughout his life, fought bloody battles for the human race, and shed his last drop of blood. He was divided into 7749 incarnations in various realms to destroy all demons. The sixth incarnation, Wuliang Patriarch, entered this world. There was a great fluctuation in the upper world, and Zhenwu Emperor felt powerless to fight again. His blood splattered in the sky, and his true self was shattered, leaving the last spark of fire for the human race. He opened up the Zhenwu Realm, taught all the martial arts, and took back Wuliang Patriarch and other 49 incarnations. Wuliang and Su Changqing are good friends. You can know a person's face but not his heart. On Wuliang's way back to the Zhenwu Realm, Su Changqing set up a wine to send him off, poisoned the wine, and joined forces with Pudu Cihang, Zhu Wushi, Cao Zhengchun... to kill him. He killed the Wuliang Patriarch, borrowed Xuantian Qi, changed his appearance, impersonated, and entered the Zhenwu Realm to take power...
He made a plan and took advantage of the decline of the Zhenwu incarnation's blood and qi, and then killed the other 48 incarnations who came, and finally became the master of the Zhenwu Realm. He called himself the Changqing Wuliang Great Heavenly Venerable, enjoyed a lifespan of ten thousand years, and ruled for 1,680 years before dying in a strange fluctuation... The word Wuliang disappeared from then on... [Recent Turning Point]: He originally wanted to come to the Grand Court to destroy the demons and kill Pudu Cihang, but suddenly found that the other party had become a monster. In Wudang Mountain, he taught Su Changqing again the true use of Xuantian Zhenqi... ....................... Looking at the script, Su Changqing was silent and stood there. Is he that bad? Poisoned the wine and attacked and killed the Wuliang Patriarch who rushed to the lower world to destroy the demons. Every time the script is explored, it is very unexpected... It is unexpected. It seems that in the default of the script, he is so bad, so bad to the extreme. "I thought about borrowing Ji Xingyue to break the void before." Su Changqing frowned slightly and thought in his heart. He has three ways to go. The first one is still Ji Xingyue, using his physical body to resist the pressure of breaking the void, but he needs to be careful enough. He has three Tianxiang cardamoms, which is his secret trick, equivalent to two lives, fighting for a lifetime. The second is to follow the Wuliang Patriarch and step into the Zhenwu Realm. Because the Wuliang Patriarch's body fell and could not be replenished, he is now only a martial saint. Before, he was a martial arts immortal. In this way, he can be on equal terms with Zhang Sanfeng and be honored as the Patriarch by the Seven Heroes of Wudang. He came here to kill Pudu Cihang, but the other party would definitely fight to the death and show the true body of the Thousand-legged Centipede, and countless people around would die. If Ji Yunwen died, Da Shang would probably be in chaos. So he gave up. "This trip is really worthwhile. Go to Ziwei Mountain first, then go to Wudang Mountain, and great things will be accomplished." Su Changqing decided on the future, looking at the shattered and collapsed Zhenwu Mountain in the distance, his heart was inevitably fluctuating. This punch made him see his direction. What is martial arts? What is immortal? One punch to open, one knife to kill, gather thousands of moves, melt together, and hit one's strongest blow, that is the real martial arts! No matter how many tricks you have, the invincibility under the starry sky is enough to suppress everything! The Nine Heavens Demon Master is worthy of his reputation. I wonder what his sword is like?
"This punch is really terrifying, but the simple Taizu Longquan has such a divine power." Jiumozhi stared at the distant Zhenwu Mountain and exclaimed. Su Changqing and Zhu Wushi may be able to break the top of the mountain, but they can never do this, not to mention breaking the mountain with one punch from 200 miles away. "This Wuliang Master really doesn't know how to restrain himself. He broke the Zhenwu Mountain into pieces with one punch, but he doesn't know that sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants..." Jiumozhi sighed softly. You can be as strong as you want, but if I curse you behind your back, can you still know it? "What's wrong with fighting with his own things?" Su Changqing laughed loudly. Jiumozhi was startled, but saw that Su Changqing had already mounted a red bay horse. He whipped the horse, and the horse's head looked up to the sky and neighed. A tuft of red hair on top was as red as blood, swaying in the wind. He wore two swords, the Frost and Snow Burial Swords, and rode a red horse in front of the vast Yunlong Lake. His blood and energy were vast, and he looked down on the world. He was dressed in white clothes that were whiter than snow, with black hair like a waterfall and a handsome face like jade. He was extraordinary and detached from the world, and it was hard to describe. He was a martial saint in the world, and he was not bad when he saw the gods. He was the Marquis of Changqing. The most loyal and righteous man in the world, Su Changqing, was unique in the ages. "It's a pity that I have become a monk. I am almost forty years old... It's hard to have this kind of atmosphere again." Jiumozhi looked at this scene and couldn't help but tremble with shock. A pair of big ears hung down to his shoulders and trembled slightly. He was moved and got on the horse and whipped the whip to set off. No matter how talented Su Changqing was, he was not as lucky as Jiumozhi. Because there was no one in the world who had ears as big as his. He was born to eat Buddhism. .................. ............