"Is this... spreading the beans into an army?"
Taiwei's eyes lit up. As a member of the Taoist sect, she had naturally heard of this Tiangang magical power. The most famous one in the world should be Taoist Master Xuancheng of Maoshan.
But she was a little confused. Although the soldiers were powerful, they could only defeat the enemy with numbers. Could a mere yellow scarf warrior be able to deal with the giant in front of her?
Not only her, but Lou Ling and others who were injured at the moment all had this doubt.
Only the disciple of Taoist Master Xuancheng, Lu Chunliang looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar yellow scarf warrior, and he always felt something was different in his heart.
The appearance of this yellow turban warrior is similar to the warrior summoned by the master, but it is more majestic, especially between the eyebrows, there is an indescribable charm.
Mother Dian didn't think so much. She had an almost blind admiration for Li Daoxuan, so she bowed her hands and said to the Yellow Turban Warrior: "Please honor me and kill the Turkic High Priest!"
The six-foot-tall yellow scarf warrior nodded slightly to her, a wave of fluctuation appeared in his pale golden eyes, and then turned to look at the high priest.
There was a sneer from the dome, that was the voice of the high priest.
"Haha, even a little yellow scarf warrior wants to beat me?"
"It seems that Li Daoxuan's so-called Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty has a false reputation, and only this small trick is left!"
As he spoke, he waved his peach staff and stabbed the yellow scarf warrior.
The huge peach staff bloomed with rays of brilliance. It was obviously a very good treasure. As it thrust out, the surrounding mountains and rivers shook and the wind and clouds rippled.
It's like the pillars of Nantianmen falling into the world.
Faced with such a terrifying blow, the yellow scarf warrior's expression did not waver at all. He just stepped forward silently, with a heart-stopping golden light in his phoenix eyes, and the surging energy and blood in his body was like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.
He stretched out his hands towards the peach staff.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a cricket shaking a tree, or a mantis using its arms as a chariot.
Boom!
The yellow scarf warrior hugged the tail of the mahogany staff. The ground beneath his feet cracked open, and most of his body sank into the ground. He seemed to have failed.
However, Peach Cane stopped and fell into some kind of stalemate.
The eyes of the high priest holding the peach staff condensed, showing an incredible look. Feeling the amazing power that could compete with himself, he was very puzzled.
He is obviously just a yellow scarf warrior, why does he have such magical power?
Although the yellow scarf warriors are known for their strength, and immortals in ancient times liked to use them to move mountains, the warriors in heaven have long since disappeared, and the yellow scarf warriors called by Taoists are just empty names.
Old Taoist Xuancheng also relies on quantity to win.
"I don't believe you can stop me!"
The high priest was angry. It would be fine if Li Daoxuan came in person. It was just a soybean he gave to his disciples and the yellow scarf warriors he summoned were worthy of blocking him?
What a big joke!
He also held the peach staff in his other hand, and used both arms at the same time to nail this ant-like yellow scarf warrior into the earth!
However, he soon discovered that even if he held the staff with both hands, he could not move forward one step further!
On the ground, half of the yellow scarf warrior's body sank into the ground, but he didn't have a trace of fear, and his pale golden eyes showed high-spirited fighting spirit.
Mysterious runes circulated around his body and spread all the way to his face. They were the unsung secrets of the ancient heaven, the Seal of the Strong Man.
It is said that those who liberate the powerful man's curse seal can add the power of dragon and elephant, can move mountains and fill seas, suppress demons and subjugate demons.
This is why ancient immortals often raised yellow scarf warriors, such as Guangchengzi. It is said that there were thousands of yellow scarf warriors in his dojo, and each of them was comparable to the Nantian Divine General.
The yellow scarf fluttered, the warrior was mighty, the divine power in his body roared out like a volcano, and the vitality and blood were so strong that the surrounding vegetation was roasted and withered, like a burning furnace.
Boom!
The ground around him exploded, and the huge peach staff turned into a lever, moving the high priest's body.
The blue veins popped out on the face of the giant who was holding the sky and the earth, but he still slowly lifted off the ground, flew up with his body, and fell to the ground with the peach staff as a support.
boom!
The earth shook, the mountains shook, and dust filled the sky.
However, before the high priest could react, his body rose into the air again and slammed down again.
This scene was quite astonishing. Not only was the high priest himself stunned, but Lou Ling and others were also shocked, and Taiwei's eyes were even more dazzling.
The yellow scarf warrior, who was no more than six feet tall, actually held the peach staff and threw the burly high priest away repeatedly?
Previously, the high priest held the tail of the giant ape transformed by Wang Bo and was very proud of it, but he never expected that in the blink of an eye, he would be reduced to himself.
It's not that he never thought of letting go, but firstly, the peach stick was a treasure, and secondly, he was too arrogant to take the yellow scarf warrior seriously. Now that he failed in the wrestling, it was a great shame and humiliation.
But no matter how hard his body was, he couldn't help but fall heavily. After a few times, the high priest became dizzy and felt like stars.
He was lying on the ground among the rubble, looking at the sky, as if his muscles and bones were paralyzed, and his eyes were a little distracted.
who I am? where am I?
However, the pride and stubbornness in his heart made him hold the peach stick tightly and refused to let go.
At this time, the yellow scarf warrior finally stopped and took the initiative to let go of the peach staff, seemingly exhausted.
Just when everyone thought he was going to take a rest, the yellow scarf warrior crushed the ground, flew towards the high priest like a cannonball, crashed on him with a bang, raised his fist and started bombarding wildly.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
The sound of punches hitting the flesh was like thunder, and every blow was frightening and made the eardrums roar.
Lu Chunliang's eyes widened and he stared blankly at this scene, feeling extremely shocked.
Is this... really the Yellow Turban Warrior?
Lou Ling, who has always been aloof, was also a little distracted. She looked at the yellow scarf warrior and said with some envy: "What a terrifying power, like a savage beast. Is this the yellow scarf warrior?"
The corner of Lu Chunliang's mouth twitched. Impossible, this is definitely not the Yellow Turban Warrior in his memory!
His master was famous for spreading the beans and forming soldiers, so he often saw yellow scarf warriors. Each one was extremely powerful and could fight ligers and tigers, but they were definitely not this exaggerated.
If the soybeans spilled by the master can have such power, then the current leader of Maoshan will probably be his master.
"Don't your Maoshan lineage have this magical power? I remember that there are many warriors under the command of Taoist Master Xuancheng. Little Taoist, why haven't you learned it?"
Lou Ling hates the fact that iron cannot become steel. You don't know how to learn such a powerful magical power?
I know how to spread talismans all day long, which is a waste of money.
Lu Chunliang smiled bitterly and said: "My Maoshan lineage does have the inheritance of this magical power, but the yellow scarf warriors summoned are far from this strength. This soybean of the national master is probably worth thousands of my master's. …”
He shook his head and sighed: "Fortunately, my master is not here, otherwise I am afraid that the Taoist heart will be affected."
"Why is the National Preceptor's ability to spread the beans and turn soldiers into soldiers so powerful?"
Lou Ling asked.
Lu Chunliang thought for a while and said seriously: "Firstly, it's because the Imperial Master has strong magic power and profound cultivation, which is far better than my master. Secondly... it should be that the Imperial Master has a complete visualization map."
"Visualization?"
"Well, if you want to practice scattering beans and become soldiers, you must first practice the visualization of the strong man. There is one in my Maoshan Mountain. It is said to be left by the founder Sanmao Zhenjun. But the master said that with the absence of Heavenly Court and the disappearance of the gods, the picture of The charm is lost..."
Lou Ling's eyes moved and said: "No wonder there are only a few people in Maoshan who can master this method."
Lu Chunliang sighed: "Even the master who has mastered this method often expresses regret, saying that if the strong man's visualization diagram had not lost its charm, he would have cultivated the Yang Shen realm long ago."
Lou Ling said with a smile: "Then you have to behave well. Maybe the master will give you a visualization chart to understand when he is happy."
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
Lu Chunliang felt a little excited, not for himself, but for his master.
After the national master has mastered this method, he should have a complete and intact visualization picture of a strong man. He does not ask for it to be given to him, but only asks him to let his master meditate for a few days. This is a great blessing!
The master treated him like his own son and passed on his magical powers. Whenever he ran out of talismans and returned to Maoshan, the master would always take out a brand new talisman for him with a smile.
There are many extremely precious purple talismans among them.
He knew that the master did not have such a large collection. For these talismans, he probably lost face and borrowed them from other masters and uncles.
If he could do something for his master, it would be considered as his filial piety.
It's just that this visualization diagram of a strong man is priceless. It is the core inheritance of the great power of Tiangang. Although the national master is broad-minded, he may not teach it easily.
Boom!
Just as his thoughts were racing, the battle on the field was gradually heating up.
Although the yellow scarf warrior's body is small, his two iron fists are like pouring gold, with infinite power, driving the high priest into the ground.
The two were fighting fiercely underground, still fighting hard. The solid rock formations turned into powder one after another, and the entire vast land was trembling, like a dragon and a snake rising from the land.
After an unknown amount of time, the earth broke open, and the high priest dropped his peach staff. He jumped out of it covered in bruises and embarrassment, trying to escape.
However, a big golden hand with the rune of a strong man flowing around held his ankle and pulled him into the ground again.
Fierce fighting broke out again.
The earth's veins are thousands of miles long, the rivers are changing their courses, the mountains are shaking, and the sky is reverberating!
About a moment later, the ground cracked open again, and two figures flew up into the sky and then fell to the ground.
After the smoke and dust dissipated, they saw a yellow-turbaned warrior standing on a giant foot, with red eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a flying scarf. There were many cracks in the armor, but he looked so majestic, as if the God of War was alive.
The giant under his feet was no longer as arrogant as before. His whole body was covered in scars, the bones in his arms were shattered, and he was coughing blood constantly in his mouth. He was in an extremely miserable state.
The high priest was lying on the ground, with a look of absence in his eyes.
You... actually lost?
The loser is just a yellow scarf warrior given to his disciple by Li Daoxuan?
At this moment, he only felt that he was so funny. He was proud of being Li Daoxuan's fatal enemy, but he couldn't even beat a soybean from him...
The yellow scarf warrior was silent, his golden eyes flashing.
He raised his iron fist and prepared to continue smashing it down.
The high priest closed his eyes. He was disheartened and lost all his fighting spirit. Although he still had the strength to fight, he no longer resisted.
However, the punch never landed.
He opened his eyes, and then he realized that the frightening yellow scarf warrior was frozen there, and his pair of pale golden eyes were like extinguished flames, no longer bright.
Click!
Cracks spread across the Yellow Turban Warrior's body, then shattered and scattered in the wind.
There was no figure of the powerless man on the ground, only a dim soybean.
The magic power of the Yellow Turban Warrior was exhausted.
The high priest was stunned at first, and then laughed like a maniac. He who was just discouraged just now showed his fighting spirit again, like a dead tree blooming with spring, resurrected from the ashes.
He trampled the soybean into pieces.
"I won, I won in the end!"
"Li Daoxuan, you lost!!!"
He roared loudly, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart.
Although he only won against a yellow scarf warrior, for him at this moment, it was as exciting as killing Li Daoxuan himself.
The high priest stretched out his hand, and the lost peach staff automatically flew back into his hand.
Vast vitality flowed out of the peach staff, repairing his damaged body, and his energy also increased accordingly.
The high priest's desire for revenge against Li Daoxuan was so strong at this moment that he even ignored Li Jing and looked directly at Dian Mu, Lou Ling and others, full of hatred.
He wants to crush all these people who are related to Li Daoxuan to vent his hatred!
"Oops!"
Dian Mu's eyes narrowed, and she secretly thought that it was a pity that the Imperial Master's Yellow Turban Warriors were just a little short of killing the enemy!
"Sister, you take General Li Jing and leave first. I'll take the lead!"
Zhu Rong flew over.
Dian Mu shook her head, her voice firm.
"Brother, it's better for me to cut off the queen."
"Elder brother is like father, how dare you disobey me?"
"Brother, I am not only your sister, but also the Hidden Dragon of the Tang Dynasty. I am a subordinate of the national master. He ordered me to help the Tang army. Even if I die, I will never take a step back!"
Thunder mother's body was filled with lightning, her eyes were determined, she was obviously planning to fight to the death.
Zhu Rong opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything accusatory.
His sister's words were not his true feelings.
"It doesn't matter, at worst, we can die here together. It can be regarded as living up to His Majesty and the Imperial Master!"
The two brothers and sisters looked at each other and could see the firmness in each other's eyes, which was a determination to look forward to death.
A scholar dies for a confidant.
Without His Majesty, they would have starved to death on the roadside long ago, and without the Imperial Master, they would not be where they are today, able to be reborn, and even be close to entering the Yangshen Realm.
Let him die in retribution!
Taiwei sighed lightly, becoming even more curious about her current senior brother.
What kind of charm is it that makes two geniuses in their prime willing to die for it?
She could feel the unwavering admiration and admiration the other party had for her senior brother in his words and deeds.
"None of you need to die today."
Taiwei took out a faint blue sword from the storage ring. The hilt was like glass. She slowly pulled it out. The sword was transparent and clear, like cold light on snow.
It's a pity that it is a broken sword.
She looked at this sword that had been covered in dust for a long time, with memories in her eyes, which was very complicated.
This is the Glass Dragon Sword, and it is a pair of sentimental swords with her senior brother's White Dragon Sword. In order to show her ambition, she resolutely broke the glass dragon and never used it again.
Taiwei held the hilt of the sword and was about to speak when her expression suddenly changed.
Zheng!
The silent glass dragon sword suddenly emitted a sword sound, and the remaining spirituality seemed to feel some kind of call, blooming again like a dead tree with spring.
"This is……"
Taiwei's eyes flickered, looking towards the east as if telepathically.
A figure in green clothes came pacing, standing with hands behind his back, like traveling in the mountains and rivers, strolling in the courtyard, but he crossed the mountains and rivers within a few inches, changing his shape and shadow, and moving the world.
Her hair is as long as ink, with white jade as a hairpin, and her green robe is elegant and flowing. There is a faint glimmer of light flowing on her skin. The whole person has an otherworldly and strange charm.
The rock is as independent as a solitary pine, and bright as the sun and moon in one's arms.
Taiwei showed a soft smile and murmured to herself.
"Senior brother, long time no see."
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