Climb to the sky and kill the gods.
Although there are only four short words, it reveals infinite courage.
Changle looked at the master who was holding a divine sword and with long hair flying, his eyes were bright and full of admiration.
Sun Simiao hesitated for a moment and said: "Master, although my cultivation level is low, I still have some merits. I may be able to help you kill the god of plague..."
Li Daoxuan shook his head and said: "Senior's kindness is appreciated by me."
How could he, who had the heavenly eye, not see the dazzling golden light of merit on Sun Simiao's body?
It can be said that this senior Medicine King is born to be the nemesis of the God of Plague. If he were to deal with the God of Plague, it might be miraculous, but that would be too dangerous.
After all, he was only in the late stage of Bigu, not even the Yin Shen realm.
Li Daoxuan admired his character and medical ethics very much. Even Li Shimin also praised him, saying that he was a famous doctor for opening up the path. The three sages with wings harmonize the four seasons, subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger, and save the weak and the crisis. Tall and majestic, the master of a hundred generations.
Back then, Sun Simiao had saved the life of Queen Changsun by diagnosing the pulse with silk thread. Li Shimin wanted to give him an official title and let him stay in Chang'an, but Sun Simiao resolutely refused. He just wanted to travel around the world and treat people's diseases.
Not only people, but even injured animals, he was willing to heal.
Li Daoxuan couldn't bear to let such a person take risks. A man of great virtue should enjoy the rest of his life in peace.
"Everyone please work together to protect the people, and the poor will come as they please."
Li Dao
The five-color fairy light circulates like a magnificent morning glow, dispersing the heavy shadows.
There are stars in the chest, and rainbows are coming out of anger.
The golden pure Yang Qi shone fiercely like the sun, as if a volcano was about to erupt.
Seeing this scene, Sun Simiao breathed a sigh of relief and felt inexplicably calmer.
In this critical moment, it is truly a blessing in misfortune to have someone like the Imperial Master step forward and point his sword at the gods and demons!
Even if he didn't know the magic of arithmetic, Sun Simiao clearly knew that Li Daoxuan, the national preceptor, was the source of vitality for this Qijun disaster!
"Master will definitely win!"
Changle's eyes were full of confidence. She had admired her master since she was a child. As she grew up, this admiration did not fade with her increase in experience, but became even stronger.
There is even some blind worship.
Even if the master said that he would pluck the moon from the sky, she would still believe it!
…
Li Daoxuan came to the sky, his eyes passed over the Plague God he had fought with before, and stopped at the Locust God.
It was an old woman riding a donkey. Her skin was full of wrinkles, like thousands of ravines. Under her frosty white hair, there was a pair of deep and wild eyes.
If the eyes of the Plague God are full of the aura of death, then the eyes of the Locust God are a kind of heart-stopping desire, a desire to devour everything.
Li Daoxuan even felt that the way she looked at him was like looking at a sumptuous meal.
His heart sank, knowing that this battle would not be as easy as last time.
The Locust God is a very powerful god and one of the eight gods. His belief began in the Western Zhou Dynasty and flourished in the Han and Tang Dynasties. There are many temples spread throughout the country.
"Book of Rites" records: "The eight wax waxes are used to record the four directions. If the four directions are not going well in the year, the eight wax waxes are blocked to protect the people's wealth."
The ancients talked about Jiangshan Sheji, in which Ji refers to grain.
There is no doubt about the importance of food to farming civilization. Whenever the harvest is about to happen, if there is a locust plague, the people's hard work for a year will be in vain.
Several consecutive locust plagues can even cause turmoil in a country.
Therefore, the locust god has a very high status among the people, and locusts are regarded as divine insects. No one dares to kill them. Anyone who kills a locust may anger the locust god.
This Locust God obviously hadn't just revived. His divine power was so vast that it was more than twice as powerful as the Plague God. His terrifying gaze made Li Daoxuan feel a little pressure.
"Li Daoxuan, do you know that you are guilty of overestimating your own capabilities and trying to kill a god?"
The God of Plague spoke. At this moment, he no longer had the embarrassment of running away in the sunset. Instead, his eyes were wide open, full of majesty. His long cinnabar-like hair was windless, and his big red robe was covered with hazy fairy mist.
After the words fell, Li Daoxuan only felt that the figure of the Plague God was gradually getting bigger. In just a few breaths, it stood like a mountain. His eyes were slightly lowered, as if he had seen the flow of life and death.
The aura of death fell on Li Daoxuan, making him seem to hear the cries of countless creatures before death, and see scenes of struggle, torture and despair in pain.
It was an invisible spiritual shock. As long as his will was slightly shaken, the death energy would take advantage of it, remove the five qi in his chest, cut off the three flowers on his head, and all his Taoism would be wasted.
It's a pity that he met Li Daoxuan.
The Heavenly Escape Sword Intent protects the soul, Huang Ting ancient scriptures cultivate magic power, the power of thunder forges the body, and the five-color fairy light suppresses evil spirits!
Li Dao
"You pretended to be a god, violated our Tang Dynasty, and dared to speak out bravely even though your generals were defeated?"
The God of Plague was immediately furious.
The miasma on his body became more and more intense, almost overwhelming, and the plague flag in his hand also fluttered, becoming furious with his master.
However, before taking action, he found that his body seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, while Li Daoxuan's body kept getting bigger, and finally it was higher than the mountain.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was actually standing in Li Daoxuan's palm, as small as an ant.
Great supernatural powers, laws of heaven and earth!
The laws of heaven and earth were taught by the heavenly book, and all the key points had been instilled in Li Daoxuan's heart. As he began to practice, he was able to make great strides with each passing day.
Five years of accumulation have made him extremely proficient in this magical power.
The body is thousands of feet long, but sanctification is unknown.
Boom!
The five fingers gathered together, like five mountains pressing down on him.
There was a trace of panic in the eyes of the Plague God. He was beaten by Li Daoxuan last time and fled. Now he was preparing to join forces with the Locust God to regain the situation. Unexpectedly, he was at a disadvantage again as soon as they met.
How did Li Daoxuan practice?
Why are there such evil mortals in the world?
At the critical moment, the God of Plague spat out a mouthful of black blood. As soon as the blood appeared in the world, it set off a smelly wind, making the world whimper endlessly, as if hundreds of millions of creatures were wailing in the sea of illness.
Even the five-color fairy light that protected Li Daoxuan's body became flickering and erratic.
boom!
Li Daoxuan's palm broke instantly, and even the black light continued to spread along his body, and the disease energy crazily poured into his limbs and bones, polluting the magic power of his bones.
The God of Plague was a little weak, but his eyes showed excitement.
That was the heart essence and blood of his divine body. If he sprayed it out, he would have to poison at least a million living beings before he could recover. But as long as he could kill Li Daoxuan, it would be all worth it.
Without Li Daoxuan in the Tang Dynasty, to them, wouldn't it be just a piece of fish to be slaughtered?
"madness."
The Locust God, who had been silent on the donkey, suddenly spoke. Her voice was very sharp, as if countless locusts were buzzing in her ears.
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Daoxuan's figure turned into a hair, completely corroded by the poisonous blood.
The God of Plague was shocked, he... when did he take another incarnation?
In a hurry, the God of Plague quickly looked around.
"Are you looking for me?"
The sound came from above.
The next moment, a scorching golden light fell from the sky, cutting the dark clouds in the sky in half, piercing the body of the God of Plague from head to toe, and then fell into the earth without losing its power.
boom!
The pillars of heaven are broken and the earth is intact.
The vast mountain was cut into two parts, the cut was smooth, red as carbon, and wisps of green smoke emitted.
Erlang Zhenjun opened the eyes of the sky and subdued the golden light of the devil!
Li Dao
Looking up at the Nine Heavenly Towers, down at the Yellow Springs of the Ten Grounds, hundreds of ghosts and thousands of demons are hard to change, and the golden light subdues demons and protects all directions!
After seeing this eye, the Locust God's stern expression finally changed, as if he had recalled something.
"Er Lang Shen, you are Er Lang Shen!!!"
The God of Plague was not dead, but he was seriously injured. The wounds that penetrated him were difficult to recover. This time, he had consumed an unknown amount of his divine power.
Not long after he woke up, not even half of his divine power was restored. If he continues like this, he may really die at the hands of Li Daoxuan!
The God of Plague pointed at Li Daoxuan, surprised and angry.
"Erlang Shen, even if you are reincarnated, you are still considered an immortal. Why would you make enemies of us for these mortals?"
"The Heavenly Court has long since disappeared, and the Yuxu Palace has also disappeared. Do you think you can maintain order in the Three Realms by yourself?"
Erlang's reputation is not small. He is the first disciple of the three generations of Yuxu Palace, the disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, and the nephew of the Jade Emperor. He is born with divine eyes, his body is sanctified, and he is unparalleled in battle.
In the eyes of the Plague God, gods and mortals have long been two different lives, just like mortals will not pity the ants under their feet.
Li Daoxuan knew that he had misunderstood, but he did not explain.
"Those are Erlangshen's eyes, but he...is not Erlangshen."
The Locust God came on a donkey and looked at Li Daoxuan with a somewhat puzzled look. She woke up long before the Plague God, but she was just dormant in silence to regain her strength. Now she has completely controlled her body and recovered most of her magic power.
This also reminded her of many memories of the Locust God.
In some memories, Erlang Shen had descended to earth many times and stopped her from launching a locust plague. Even though she carried the Jade Emperor's decree, Erlang Shen would not give her face.
Therefore, she was deeply impressed by Erlang Shen and recognized the eye that once frightened her.
But this Li Daoxuan is definitely not Erlangshen!
Because in her memory, Erlang Shen had died in battle, and that majestic and heroic figure holding a three-pointed two-edged sword could never appear again in the world.
Although she really couldn't remember why Erlangshen, who had great supernatural powers and immortal body, died in battle, she was extremely sure that Erlangshen had indeed fallen, and his true spirit was wiped out and he would not enter reincarnation.
Li Daoxuan stared at the Locust God, and he seemed to feel something between his eyebrows and his eyes, and there was an inexplicable emotion coming from him.
It seems to be a fighting spirit.
"Jia Huo has dedicated Dengzhou to us. You have some magical powers, but after all, you have not yet become an immortal. If you retire now, I can forget the past and promise you that you will only take the land of Dengzhou, and within three years, there will be no more land in the Tang Dynasty." There will be another locust plague."
The donkey under the Locust God's crotch brayed softly, as if it didn't understand why its master would give in.
"Your eyes remind me of an old friend with whom I have a long-standing grudge."
"This concession can be regarded as a favor to that old friend."
The Locust God gently waved his sleeves, with a hint of inexplicable emotion in his words, and waved Li Daoxuan to retreat, as if he promised that there would be no more locust plagues in the Tang Dynasty within three years, which was a great reward.
Mortals should shed tears of gratitude and thank God for his kindness.
Li Daoxuan laughed loudly, his voice shaking the sky, his long black hair flying in the strong wind, his brows and eyes shining like the scorching sun.
Even the evil-slaying sword rustled in its sheath.
The Locust God frowned slightly. Li Daoxuan's laughter undoubtedly interrupted her emotions and memories, making her a little dissatisfied.
"Why do Taoist priests laugh?"
"I laugh at some people who are arrogant and conceited. They always like to treat other people's things as their own rewards. What they say stinks more than the excrement in the latrine!"
Those poor farmers worked hard from dawn to dusk and worked hard day after day, sowing in spring and plowing in summer, before they could harvest enough to feed their families.
The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky.
I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long.
A few acres of thin land is the hope of the whole family. Their harvest is due to hard work and sweat, not a gift from some god.
The land of the Tang Dynasty belonged to the people who worked hard in the fields, not to some lofty god!
The Locust God's eyes narrowed.
However, Li Daoxuan's voice continued to sound.
"Let's do this. I'll do something like Jia Huo. I'll sacrifice all the huts in the Tang Dynasty to you. You can go and enjoy them immediately. You're welcome. I promise that I won't kill them within three years. How about your dog’s life?”
In the face of two ancient gods, such remarks can be described as extremely arrogant and unbridled.
"Taoist, I originally sympathized with you for your difficulty in practicing. You are expected to become an immortal or a god in the future, and you are our friend. But now it seems that although you have some magical powers, you don't know how to revere and cultivate your mind. You have entered the devil's path without knowing it."
The Locust God said calmly: "In this case, I have no choice but to take away your hard-earned cultivation, which can be regarded as eliminating a scourge for Longhu Mountain."
Li Daoxuan was not angry, he just held his sword in front and flicked his fingers lightly.
Zheng!
The sound of the sword sounded in the sheath, like the sound of a phoenix, and the green sword spikes fluttered in the wind.
Li Daoxuan's right hand gently grasped the hilt of the sword. His fingers were slender and as white as jade. It was a hand that was born to hold a sword.
The sword was slowly pulled out, an inch out of the body.
Clang!
The unparalleled sword energy slanted out from the sheath, like a river opening its gates, and the vast sword energy was like the waves of the Milky Way, shaking Li Daoxuan's hair and green robe.
The wind and clouds are turbulent, and the sword energy is like a rainbow!
The Locust God obviously knew how powerful this sword was. She stretched out her palm towards Li Daoxuan, and the divine patterns on her palm formed a fixed character.
Magical power, immobilizing spell!
Li Daoxuan's movement of drawing the sword stagnated slightly, and the sword energy that filled the sky also condensed.
Then the Locust God patted the donkey on the crotch.
The donkey turned into a ray of yellow light and flew out, turned into a huge locust, swallowed the immobilized Li Daoxuan in one gulp, and then secreted acid that could dissolve all things.
"This is the locust mother that I have carefully cultivated. Only one locust will appear for every million locusts. After being cultivated with divine power, even if a human immortal enters the belly, it will die and disappear, and all the cultivation will be transformed into it. nourishment."
The Locust God's voice was indifferent and said: "Young God, you really don't know whether to live or die——"
Boom!
Thunder light spurted out, and sword energy spread across the sky!
The mother locust let out a scream and was cut into two pieces centered on her abdomen. Brown blood was as thick as pulp and spilled everywhere.
Li Daoxuan was surrounded by golden thunder, holding the Evil-Slaying Divine Sword in his hand, and stepped out. The blood of the mother of locusts was shattered into pieces by the vertical and horizontal lightning within three feet of him.
His eyes were so bright that it seemed like the sun and moon were embedded in them.
"Locust God."
"Is my sword sharp?"
...(End of chapter)
