Li Daoxuan finally understood why every generation of masters in Longhu Mountain were Celestial Masters, but only the founder, Zhang Daoling, became one of the four major Celestial Masters recognized by the Taoist sect.
To be respected as a Heavenly Master by the people of the world, in addition to profound cultivation and amazing supernatural powers, the most important thing is to have a saint's heart that helps the world and sacrifices one's life for righteousness.
For example, Zhang Daoling could ascend to immortality a long time ago, but he is willing to stay in the human world and kill the six demon kings and eight ghost commanders.
When he finally ascended, he left behind his three-five evil-killing male and female swords. The male sword was used as the magic sword inherited by the heavenly master, and the female sword was kept in the Jiegui Well to frighten the demons in the world.
He is so despicable that he spends his whole life subduing demons and demons, and does not even sell Guanyin's face.
Li Daoxuan glanced at Xu Qingxuan for the last time. He finally understood what the other party had done. For Xu Qingxuan, the words "descendant of the Heavenly Master" were more important than life.
In this world, there are masters of the Yangshen who don't have anything to do with themselves, and there are also swordsmen like Xu Qingxuan who are proud and unyielding and not afraid of life and death.
Li Daoxuan sighed softly in his heart, then picked up his master and swam upwards.
He admired Xu Jianxian, but after all he couldn't reach the point where Xu Jianxian would sacrifice his life for righteousness.
Countless black hairs poured into the water, entangled around Li Daoxuan's waist, and pulled him and Zhang Qianyang to the shore.
The two returned to the bridge.
Chen Ziyu took back her black hair and looked at the pair of master and apprentice who were a little distracted, with a little doubt in her eyes.
The next moment, the bottom of the Xihe River was rolled up by sword energy, and the figures of a dragon and a man were faintly visible.
The river was turbulent, as if there were giant beasts fighting underwater.
Vaguely, the roar of the dragon and the loud sound of the sword can be heard.
boom!
A sword energy soared into the sky, cutting Xihe in half, revealing the figure of Xu Qingxuan. He was surrounded by a long river of sword energy, and his white eyebrows were dripping with blood. His whole body seemed to be a divine sword that had been subjected to countless blows and was finally unsheathed. Blooming with a stunning edge!
Li Daoxuan's Chixia Sword kept trembling in the box, as if responding to the sword fairy's call.
But that terrifying dragon was covered in bruises and sword marks, as if it was being beaten by Xu Qingxuan.
Li Daoxuan's eyes showed a joyful look and said: "Master, Xu Jianxian seems to be winning!"
Zhang Qianyang was not very excited, but his eyes were full of emotion.
"Seeking benevolence will lead to benevolence, sword madman, finally took that step."
"Master, which step?"
"Yang Shen."
Zhang Qianyang looked at his old friend, looking at his purple robe that was gradually stained red by blood, with a trace of vicissitudes in his eyes.
It seemed like he was reminded of the days when he was full of energy and slayed demons together.
At this moment, Zhang Qianyang was both happy and sad for him.
Xu Qingxuan was as fierce as fire and hated evil as much as he hated evil. In order to kill demons, he would force out blood and essence at every turn, and he would be injured frequently, even to the point of damaging his foundation.
Otherwise, with his amazing swordsmanship qualifications, why did he waste decades to become just a half-step Yang Shen?
Today, he tried his best, like a sword that has no regrets when it is unsheathed. With a strong energy, he finally cut off the shackles of the Yang God and got a glimpse of the path of the sword immortal.
But it is here that it becomes successful, and here it is destroyed.
Heard the Tao in the morning and died in the evening.
Sure enough, after an unknown amount of time, the water of the West River that had been cut open by the sword energy closed up again. The sound of the sword under the water became darker and darker, and the sound of the dragon's roar became louder and louder.
A piece of blood-stained purple cloth floated up. The blood was as red as pills and did not fade after being washed by the river.
The Chixia Sword in Li Daoxuan's box let out a mournful cry, as if mourning the passing of a swordsman.
…
On a hill, the disciples of Wanshou Palace were waiting anxiously. Suddenly, the magic swords in their hands whined and trembled in unison.
Wu Qiubai felt the sadness coming from Qingxia Sword, and seemed to understand something in his heart.
Two lines of tears flowed out of his eyes at some point, and they were wiped away calmly.
He had already expected this result, but he was caught off guard.
In a daze, he remembered that when he was a little Taoist boy, he once asked his master, where was his master?
The master took him to a simple tomb and said that his master was inside.
At the same time, his uncles and uncles are also buried here.
Master touched his head and said with a smile: "One day, Master will also go here. By then, you must grow up quickly and support this family."
…
Li Daoxuan looked at the blood-stained purple cloth. For some reason, an unknown hot blood boiled in his heart and went straight to the center of his eyebrows.
He felt that the Heavenly Eye between his eyebrows was getting hotter and hotter, as if something was about to burst out.
"Erlang Zhenjun's method of opening the eyes of the sky" is divided into three levels. The first level is to break the illusion, which can break the illusion of illusion. The second level is golden light, which can emit golden light to subjugate demons. The third level is the cave sky, which can peer into the long river of time and space. , gain insight into the secrets of heaven.
Li Daoxuan has often practiced this magical power since he opened his heavenly eye. However, the bloodline magical power is different from other magical powers, and the progress is extremely slow.
Therefore, he was still far away from the second level of golden light, but for some unknown reason, perhaps under the influence of Xu Qingxuan, his heart was filled with passion, and his celestial vision began to improve by leaps and bounds.
He understood that perhaps the cultivation of clairvoyance does not rely on hard work accumulated over time, but on the violent impact of emotions?
The center of his eyebrows became hotter and hotter, and his heavenly eyes opened automatically, glowing with light, and wisps of golden light were quietly brewing.
Li Daoxuan let out a cry of pain. He knelt on the ground and covered his eyebrows with his hands, wishing to dig out the eye.
Breaking through the magical power of blood is not that simple, but requires extraordinary torture and pain. The then Erlang True Lord Yang Jian also experienced this process.
"Disciple, what's wrong with you?"
"Li Daoxuan!"
The voices of Master and Sister Yu sounded at the same time, but Li Daoxuan could no longer think. All his energy was used to fight against the pain.
At this moment, the scarred dragon rushed out of the water again, opened its bloody mouth, and bit Li Daoxuan.
It was seriously injured and must recover its strength, otherwise even if it enters the Ganjiang River, it will have no chance of transforming into a dragon.
However, it sensed the vitality of the walking dragon this time, which was the young Taoist priest on the shore. There was some amazing power contained in that Taoist priest's body. If it could be swallowed, it would be able to replenish its vitality.
Roar!
Seeing that the dragon was about to swallow Li Daoxuan, Zhang Qianyang's eyes showed a hint of determination. He took out the Yang Ping Zhidu Gong Seal and prepared to fight to the death.
No matter what, I can't let my apprentice stay here!
But at this moment, countless green threads surged and entangled the dragon.
The dragon trembled violently, its sharp scales cut off Chen Ziyu's green hair, and continued to bite Li Daoxuan.
Zhang Qianyang made a hand and chanted a mantra, his eyes flashed with lightning again, and he continued to cause thunder at the risk of death.
But a figure was one step faster than him.
Chen Ziyu held the jasper hairpin in her hand and rushed towards the dragon without hesitation. Her green hair was like a waterfall, her red skirt was like fire, and her eyes were as firm as autumn water.
She looked back at Li Daoxuan with a trace of nostalgia and regret.
With a roar, the bright red fiery figure was swallowed by the dragon, and a broken hosta fell from the air.
Looking at this scene, Li Daoxuan felt as if a volcano exploded in his heart, and then was released from the eye between his eyebrows.
A bright golden light shot out from his eyes, straight into Dou Mansion, shining on Xiaohan!
Roar!
The dragon let out a roar of pain, and its hard scales were directly penetrated by the golden light, revealing a deep wound. The hot dragon blood was evaporated by the golden light and turned black.
(Sister Yu is not dead, Sister Yu is not dead, Sister Yu is not dead, tell me important things three times, lest you scold me, and save your life.)
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