Since that's the case, let's rewrite it!
As he contemplated this thought, Yan Zhenqing wielded a powerful and vigorous stroke.
The grandeur of the Tang Dynasty should begin with its flourishing civil and military achievements and bear fruit with the prosperity of poetry by literati, thus demonstrating the might of the Tang Dynasty!
Immediately afterwards, a Tang character resembling a flying phoenix appeared and floated high in front of Lin Feng.
The power of the Holy Tang Dynasty is unmatched and unstoppable; the words of the Holy Tang Dynasty can suppress the world; the Holy Tang Dynasty's Xuanjia Army has conquered the heavens and earth, resisted countless alien races, and competed with that super dynasty for the world's supremacy!
"A great ruler governs the six directions, and fierce generals pacify the nine realms; this should be the Holy Tang Dynasty!"
Yan Zhenqing's words were powerful and resounding. Without even lifting a finger, the extraordinary phenomena he summoned completely overwhelmed the aura emanating from Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was shaken. How could Huang Chao have managed to invade the capital region with just a single word?
The Nine Demon Stars, hanging high, flickered for a few moments, avoiding the overwhelming momentum as the opponent's aura continued to press forward. However, the Tang character hanging high in front of them had already settled in the sky like a mountain, displaying the entire landscape of the Holy Tang Dynasty.
Just then, An Lushan's loud laughter woke Lin Feng: "Hahaha, Lord Yan, leave the arrest to me!"
I almost forgot, there was a ghost next to the other person.
Lin Feng paused for a moment, and An Lushan, whose hands were blazing with fire, suddenly appeared in front of him, his enormous belly protruding, and threw a punch.
boom!
Lin Feng's arm was shattered by the sudden force, and then a swirling white holy fire ignited behind him, rushing straight to the sea surface and burning out a vacuum zone that did not disappear for a long time.
Immediately afterwards, a fiery aura emanated from An Lushan's body, and the pig-faced belly-shaped tortoise at his waist, resembling a demon from the mortal world, roared in fury along with him.
"Fire Refines the Demonic Body!"
Another attack came, and Lin Feng's rapidly recovering palm condensed layers of demonic power. A demonic claw that distorted space covered his arm, and he unleashed a full-force blow at An Lushan's punch.
"boom!"
The raging demonic flames exploded along the coast, and layers of demonic power retreated to the water's surface.
Immediately afterwards, the demonic flames transformed into pure white holy fire and once again rushed into Lin Feng's presence.
"Heaven-Burning Sacred Flame!"
An Lushan sneered inwardly. With the Sacred Flame Burning Heaven Technique and the Demonic Body Sacred Flame, what did he have to fear from those who participated?
After the attack, An Lushan stared at the ever-exploding flames before him, raised his arm again, and at the same time, something quietly stirred within him, sending a message to some unknown place.
After doing all this, a black flame suddenly ignited on the two flames in An Lushan's hands, which pulled him back to reality.
call!
The black flames trembled, and a black claw grabbed his fist, extinguishing the still-burning holy fire and demonic flames.
"you?"
An Lushan was startled. A sense of crisis prompted him to quickly pull back his arm, gather all his strength, and unleash the most terrifying attack of his life.
"Hmm?" Yan Zhenqing, who was watching from behind, frowned. An Lushan's move seemed familiar to him, but considering that the other party, as an observer of a certain path, would inevitably learn those strange moves and techniques, he did not delve into it further.
Facing these moves head-on, Lin Feng deeply sensed the completely different will information contained within them.
The distinction between good and evil, the demonic flames and the sacred fire.
The distinction between thought and action: will, speech, and body.
This is a completely different theory of cultivation; it is neither the Way of Literature nor the Way of Martial Arts, much less the Spirit of Martial Arts.
But strangely enough, as Lin Feng grew curious about the secrets behind An Lushan, the black fire in his hand burned even more fiercely.
During the waiting period, he was not idle. Not only was Yu Yiyao's remains thrown into the black fire, but Zhu Na's sun and moon essence were also thrown in. In particular, the remaining true fire of the sun and moon all became a supplement to the black fire.
"The Silent Burning Fragment of Sacred Runes (\/)"
The Sun's True Fire increased the number of Rune Fragments, while Yu Yiyao's skeleton increased the number of Runes for corrupted life forms and the number of Horned Runes.
Burning An Lushan wouldn't be a problem.
call!
As the black flames spread, An Lushan quickly retreated, and Yan Zhenqing wrote the character "灭" (extinguish), intercepting all the black flames off the coast and halting Lin Feng's attack.
"Interesting." Lin Feng smiled and put away the black fire. "What are you cultivating? Why do I feel that it's a technique that doesn't belong to the Holy Tang Dynasty at all?"
When asked the question, An Lushan felt a pang of panic, but he had already prepared his answer: "The Holy Tang Dynasty has collected all the martial arts techniques in the world. Is there a problem with me selecting some suitable ones from them?"
"no problem."
Lin Feng quickly answered An Lushan's question, then said with some disappointment, "It's still a little short."
Difference?
Enraged, An Lushan raised his fist and attacked Lin Feng again.
Lin Feng immediately took precautions, blocking the opponent while transforming his body into a demonic form.
Boom boom boom!
Demonic bodies clashed with demonic bodies, and Lin Feng turned around and began to chase after An Lushan. Even though his martial arts were inferior to his opponent's, his blazing black flames showed no fear of him.
"Do you have any other trump cards up your sleeve?"
Seeing that the opponent had not used any power related to that moment just now, Lin Feng stopped his pursuit with some disinterest.
Hearing Lin Feng's calm voice, An Lushan felt a surge of anger, but there were certain things he dared not do. If Yan Zhenqing were not by his side, he would have unleashed his trump card without hesitation to kill Lin Feng.
At that moment, An Lushan smiled and said, "As expected of a participant, I am ashamed of my inferiority..."
As he laughed, Lin Feng's gaze was suddenly drawn to the light and shadow in the distance. He saw a group of believers dressed in fiery red robes rushing towards his location along the coastline.
"Zoroastrian followers"
Zoroastrianism?
Lin Feng's gaze swept over the group, and a demonic hand immediately rose from the burning black flames, reaching out to grab them.
After the Demon's Hand, Hongling thrust out a spear, and a tiger's head burst out from the spear shaft, biting into a believer under the cover of the Demon's Hand.
"The sacred fire shines brightly, illuminating the world. All filth retreats, and gods and men coexist." The dead believer transformed into a ball of flame, which quickly returned to its original form amidst the intense heat, and once again came to the front of the procession.
Shinto techniques?
Lin Feng frowned slightly. He was certain that the other party's will had been extinguished by the killing intent just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, his will had been restored, emitting the exact same fluctuations.
It seems that to kill them all, we must kill them all at once.
“Lord Yan, they are Zoroastrians. These scoundrels are impossible to eradicate. We must find a Zoroastrian envoy nearby.” An Lushan reminded him from the other side, “They worship a strange flame, regarding it as a medium between humans and gods. As long as their faith remains and the flame does not go out, they will not die.”
Yan Zhenqing, who was on the side, had already heard about it, and his gaze fell on the flames that surrounded the Zoroastrian sect with a hint of disdain.
How could such a foreign race be tolerated under the might of the Holy Tang Dynasty?
"Why don't we let them test this participant's strength first?" An Lushan asked tentatively, as if he were genuinely afraid of Lin Feng.
Yan Zhenqing's eyes flashed, and An Lushan, who had just asked the question, immediately felt a chill down his spine. If the participants were somewhat immune to the might of the Holy Tang Dynasty, for them, the difference in official rank was naked fear.
Especially for someone like Yan Zhenqing, who wrote down the laws, a single outburst of anger could trigger countless changes.
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