"Master, how are you?"
Li Daoxuan came to the master's side immediately and handed over the little flower god's honey pot.
The old Heavenly Master shook his head and said: "Master is too old. Even if he has mastered the ninth level of the Five Thunder Techniques, he cannot make up for his short lifespan. This sword may have shortened his lifespan by ten years. "
"Stop wasting your treasures—"
Li Daoxuan didn't say anything, and just forced him to force him. At this moment, the old master was exhausted and was unable to resist.
Gudu, Gudu, Gudu...
The little flower god's hands secretly grasped Li Daoxuan's hair at some point, staring closely at the honey pot that was about to bottom out.
Ever since the old Heavenly Master took the first sip, his eyes were shocked. Infinite brilliance bloomed in his body, nourishing his decaying body and making every silver hair flow with luster.
Spring comes to dead trees, and old trees sprout.
The Heavenly Master only felt that his body, which was originally a little unstable even when standing, was nourished by this magical nectar and bloomed with vitality again, and its strength gradually recovered.
After a few breaths, all the nectar was drunk by the Heavenly Master.
These nectars contained majestic spiritual energy, and even Li Daoxuan had to take them in drops, but the old master drank so much in one breath, but he didn't seem to be able to hold on.
His old body was swallowing and digesting these majestic spiritual energy like a bottomless pit, and he soon became energetic.
The little flower goddess hugged her empty honey jar, feeling aggrieved and pitiful. The nectar she had worked so hard to collect for so long was just gone...
The old master slowly opened his eyes and took a deep look at the elf in Li Daoxuan's hair.
"Taichong, I just felt a hint of Shinto law from the nectar. Could it be that she is..."
Li Daoxuan nodded.
"I see."
The Heavenly Master showed a pleased smile.
"Your boy's luck is so profound that he is favored by the Flower God. I heard that the Flower God's bloodline is extremely rare. As one's cultivation improves, one's stature and beauty will also increase. The Flower God back then was the most beautiful person in the three realms. Can be compared with Fairy Chang'e."
After that, he patted Li Daoxuan on the shoulder and said: "Treat her well. With the Flower God here, you will have an extra life."
The little flower girl who was still in tears just now was a little lost after this fierce compliment. She blinked her eyes, hugged Li Daoxuan's hair, and vowed: "As long as I am here, no one can hurt daddy!"
Her eyes were bright and firm.
Collect nectar! Get more nectar!
As long as you can't pick it to death, pick it to death!
She doesn’t want to be a flower god, she wants to be daddy’s flower-picking god!
Li Daoxuan shook his head and laughed. He was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed. The old master was also slightly shocked and turned to look at Moro's body.
Flesh-colored threads appeared on the headless body, intertwining the eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose. In just a few breaths, another head was born.
There was a trace of fear in Moro's eyes. He stared at the Heavenly Master and said, "Zhang Zhiyan, I really underestimate you."
With a mortal body, he was still a mortal who was about to die of old age when his demonic Buddha body was cut off. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Moro would never have believed it.
Fortunately, the body of a god is immortal. Even if his head is cut off, he can still grow another one, but it will cost more than regenerating a severed limb.
The old Heavenly Master showed no fear on his face, held his sword in front of him, and said calmly: "It's really hard to kill. I just don't know how many more times you can grow back?"
Zhila!
The thunder light reappeared and continued to swim like a dragon and snake, making Master Tian's hair flutter and his robes hunting.
Seeing this scene, Moro subconsciously took a step back and had the urge to escape.
Then he felt ashamed and angry. He was actually a little afraid of this old man who was about to die?
It has to be said that the sword struck by the old Heavenly Master just now was really terrifying. The owl's head was cut off and his mortal body contained the power of the five thunders. The momentum that exploded in that moment even reminded Moro of the Nine Heavenly Thunders in Heaven. Emperor Zu!
After a while, Moro finally felt relieved when he saw that the old master was only surrounded by lightning, but did not summon the five thunders like before.
"Zhang Zhiyan, I'm afraid you won't be able to use that sword strike a second time!"
The old Heavenly Master did not speak, but looked at Moro quietly and said calmly: "You can try it."
Moro sighed softly, looking at him with a hint of respect in his eyes, and said: "Zhang Zhiyan, it is not me who will defeat you, but the years. If you don't become an immortal, you will always be an ant."
If Zhang Zhiyan is still at his peak and can maintain his previous state for a long time, then it's hard to say whether he will win or lose. Maybe he can really realize the myth of mortals slaying immortals.
Li Daoxuan was secretly worried. He knew that if he continued to fight, his master would definitely run out of fuel.
The nectar has been drunk, and even the exhausted little flower god will not be able to collect it in a short time.
"Master, let's go together!"
Li Dao
"Haha, in Longhu Mountain, how can we let the juniors stand in front of us?"
The old Heavenly Master stood in front of Li Daoxuan, his white hair fluttering and his voice domineering.
Whoosh!
The golden light reappeared on the ground, but the old master still took the initiative to attack. The bright sword light almost lit up the night sky, and he supported his old body to fight with Moro again.
clang! clang! clang! clang……
The sound of metal and stone is like a violent storm, and the sword energy is as cold as the moon shining on a cold river. In the shadow of the sword in the sky, there is also a bright thunder light, flashing vertically and horizontally, domineering and fierce.
Boom!
The old Heavenly Master held a sword in one hand and made a thunder seal with the other. From time to time he summoned purple divine thunder to hit Moro's body, leaving traces of scorched black marks.
This is the divine thunder among the five thunders. It is mainly responsible for killing, specializing in killing evil gods such as wild temple prostitutes, mountain boss Wutong and other evil gods!
For a time, the old master fought Moro to a draw again, and even had a slight upper hand, leaving scars one after another on the opponent's body.
At the same time, relying on the great magical power of the golden light that penetrates the earth, the old master can always avoid Moro's attack at the critical moment.
The situation seemed favorable, but the worry in Li Daoxuan's eyes became more intense.
He opened his eyebrows to see clearly the movements of the Heavenly Master. He found that the master could no longer hold back his anger. During the battle, wisps of white mist poured out from his pores. Looking from a distance, It's like soaring clouds and mist, with fairy spirit floating in the sky.
But Li Daoxuan knew that this was because the temperature in the master's body was too high and the pores could no longer close his breath. If things continued like this, his physical strength would quickly drain away.
His heavenly eyes closely watched the fight between the two, while he held the magic weapon tightly, waiting for an opportunity.
In the blink of an eye, Lao Tianshi exchanged one hundred and thirty-six moves with Moro. His speed became slower and slower, and the sword in his hand gradually became heavier.
At first he was able to cut through three inches of the golden body, but now, he can only leave a shallow mark.
Finally, the old master couldn't help exhaling the air in his body, and the white air waves flew to Moro's eyes like a snake. The experienced man hoped to use this to disturb Moro's sight.
At the same time, the old Heavenly Master's vertical golden light was also interrupted for a moment.
Moro smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his Buddha's hand, palm upward, and the surrounding space seemed to become a small world, sucking the old heavenly master into it, making him as small as an ant.
Buddhaland in the palm of your hand!
This is the great magical power of Buddhism, which builds a Sumeru world in the palm of your hand. Once you fall into it, even if you fly at the fastest speed in the world with golden light for three days and three nights, you cannot escape from this world in your palm.
One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi.
This is a great magical power that only the Buddha can master. Mara was originally transformed by the evil thoughts of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Arhats. Now that he has obtained the body of Maitreya, he can naturally use this magical power.
The old Heavenly Master is trapped in the world in the palm of his hand. The divine sword in his hand is flowing with bright thunder, and the space around him is rippling, trying to split this world that is a prison.
Click!
Black cracks appeared one after another, as if a transparent cover was being shattered.
But Moro was also unwilling to be outdone, and continued to consume mana to repair the world in his palm, preventing the old master from getting out of trouble, and the two were temporarily in a stalemate.
It's now!
Li Daoxuan's eyes flashed and he immediately rang the plague bell.
Moro's eyes were blurred, and he was momentarily absent-minded.
boom!
Fantianyin turned into half a mountain and hit Moro head-on on the back of the head, causing him to stumble in the air and almost fall.
"Hmph, looking for death!"
Moro came back to his senses, with murderous intent boiling in his eyes, and slapped Li Daoxuan hard with his other demonic hand.
"The laws of heaven and earth!"
Li Daoxuan's body soared and even became bigger than the body of the demon Buddha. He held the giant sword and stabbed the demon hand resolutely.
boom! !
The tried-and-tested magical power of Fa Tian Xiang Di failed for the first time. The giant sword in Li Daoxuan's hand flew away. He vomited blood, and his body continued to shrink as he retreated, smashing houses one after another.
Click!
Purple lightning flew, and the Master finally pierced the Buddha's hand with his sword, shattered the void, and left the world in his palm.
He fell to the ground, sweat dripping from his wrinkled forehead, and even his originally clean and tidy Bagua Taoist robe was soaked with sweat.
"Taichong!"
The old Heavenly Master panted and looked at Li Daoxuan. He was about to save him, but suddenly he was stunned.
Li Daoxuan was coughing up blood while making dao seals with his hands, preparing to cast the golden light magic spell to stabilize his body, but before he had time to cast it, he found that his speed suddenly slowed down.
It was as if there was an invisible force holding him up.
A slender jade hand was printed on his back, its soft power was like clear waves thousands of miles away.
A fresh and cold fragrance came over, and the flowing green hair brushed Li Daoxuan's cheek, each one was crystal clear and soft as brocade.
"Sorry, I'm late."
The Queen in Tsing Yi's voice was still so clear and cold, but whether it was an illusion or not, Li Daoxuan seemed to hear a hint of guilt.
There is also a hint of depression that freezes the air.
Li Daoxuan relaxed instantly and said with a smile: "Qing Ni, you are here!"
He turned around with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
We haven’t seen each other for a long time. The Empress in Tsing Yi has become more holy and beautiful. She is not wearing the purple fairy clothes that Li Daoxuan gave her before. She is still wearing a long skirt in Tsing Yi. However, the chest and skirt are embroidered with exquisite gold silk cloud patterns, which makes her skin look more beautiful. Ice and jade, cold and noble.
Gorgeous embroidered ribbons are fluttering, and colorful divine lights are flowing around the body. Every frown and every frown is like a white lotus on a snow-capped mountain, or jade ice on a blue sea.
The jade boots are lightly pressed, three inches above the ground, walking in the air, not stained by dust.
The Empress in Tsing Yi didn't speak, just nodded lightly, her attitude seemed very indifferent, but the jade hand printed on Li Daoxuan's back never let go, and she continued to use magic power to help him heal his injuries.
Strange, why is Qing Ni a little angry?
Li Daoxuan was a little puzzled, the empress seemed to be in a bad mood.
"Qingyi..."
Moro showed a look of surprise and said: "It seems that the old Black Mountain demon has not restrained you. You actually dare to come here in your true body. Aren't you afraid that the Green Underworld will be turned upside down by him?"
The empress in green did not answer his question, but said coldly: "Which hand did you use to hurt him just now?"
Moro was stunned for a moment, then sneered.
"Qing Yi, you can be regarded as a Taoist ghost fairy and a hero. You are not really in love with Li Daoxuan, are you?"
The empress in green didn't say anything. Her slender jade body suddenly burst into light, and a flawless lotus appeared behind her. The petals held up the sun and the moon, and its roots penetrated into the Nine Netherworld.
A petal falls, beautiful and dreamy, as if wandering between reality and reality, cutting the space in half.
The fairy light flashed, as dim as a startled giant.
The Buddha's hand and the magic hand fell down at the same time, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.
The empress in green holds the lotus seal with her hands, her eyes are as clear as a cold river under the moon.
"If you don't answer, then cut off both hands."
…
Somewhere in a hidden valley outside Luoyang City.
The old beggar on the roadside closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.
He was observing the battle situation in Luoyang through the two toads. When the old master slashed out the sword that shocked the world and made ghosts and gods cry, he did not show excitement, but became more worried.
When the Empress in Tsing Yi appeared, his brows relaxed slightly, but soon wrinkled again.
"No, no..."
"Even though Qing Yi possesses the status of both ghosts and immortals, and has manifested the Lotus Dharma Body, which can temporarily suppress Moro, it still cannot completely destroy the body of the Demon Buddha..."
"It's weird, it's weird, I clearly feel there is a glimmer of hope, but where is this chance?"
"If the gods and Buddhas don't come out, who in the world can kill Mara?"
After a pause, he hesitated: "How about... do the math?"
After saying that, he shook his head violently, slapped himself hard, and cursed: "Young man on the street, you are really a dog that can't change your mind and eat shit. Have you forgotten the oath you swore?"
"Isn't it because you are like this now because of your bad mouth?"
"It doesn't count, even beating him to death doesn't count!"
"Even if Moro kills everyone and lays waste to ashes, the old beggar will definitely not count!"
…
Li Daoxuan stared blankly at the beautiful back of the empress, with three thousand blue hairs fluttering, the clutches and divine light blooming, and the snowy flesh and jade bones, like Xuannv falling into the mortal world.
In his impression, the empress has always been cold, holy, calm, strategizing, and extremely intelligent. The arrangement of Chang'an's five evil elders to help him get promoted was secretly arranged by the empress.
Later, she allowed Li Daoxuan to gain a great reputation, but she walked away without revealing anything.
This was the first time that he saw his empress being so angry...and so strong and domineering.
However, this did not affect the image of the empress at all, but made Li Daoxuan feel that Qingni seemed... more attractive.
"Qing Yi, it turns out this is your trump card, what a god, what a lotus body!"
Moro's broken hands quickly recovered and he stared at the empress in green with a trace of wonder.
Qing Yi hid it very deeply. He originally thought that the other party was just the weakest ghost immortal among the five immortals, but he didn't expect that she actually had the status of an immortal and a lotus body!
Nowadays, under Li Shimin's promotion, many people in the Tang Dynasty worship Qing Yi. It is conceivable that her spiritual cultivation has far exceeded that of ghosts and immortals.
No wonder she is not afraid of the old monster of Heishan. It is probably good that Heishan can escape from her with his life.
"But do you think you are the only one in the world who has a trump card?"
Moro formed a seal with his hands, and his body shone brightly, and three golden figures walked out.
"Amitabha, everything in the past returns to dust."
"I am the only one in heaven and under heaven!"
"Since you can see the future, why don't you worship?"
The ancient Buddha came with a lantern, the World Honored One sat pointing to the sky, and Maitreya smiled widely.
The past, present and future Buddhas of the past, present and future appear in the sky above Luoyang as if they have come across the long river of time and space. The Buddha's light shines in the sky.
However, if you look carefully, you will find that half of their faces are slightly distorted, like a Buddha or a demon.
Moro smiled slightly and said, "How about these three clones of me?"
(End of chapter)
