On the lonely mountain.
Li Daoxuan was sitting cross-legged, waiting for the sunrise.
His mind sank into the Book of Heaven, sizing up this harvest.
The first is the Qiankun Bow and the Sky-shattering Arrow. When combined together, this pair of high-grade spiritual treasures can exert a power that is not weaker than that of an immortal weapon. One arrow can travel thousands of miles, and there will be no rest until death.
As soon as he thought about it, a gorgeous golden long bow suddenly appeared in front of him, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, and some ancient and mysterious patterns engraved on it. It looked a bit like a scene during a sacrifice.
The most eye-catching thing is that the bow is inlaid with a goose egg-sized red gem, which is filled with blood-colored brilliance, flowing like veins to all parts of the bow, exuding powerful spiritual power fluctuations.
Li Daoxuan suddenly remembered that in the introduction of the Book of Heaven, the Qiankun Bow, also known as the Xuanyuan Divine Bow, was made by the Yellow Emperor from the copper of Shou Mountain and the essence and blood of the Human Emperor. Could this ruby be transformed by the essence and blood of the Human Emperor?
He stretched out his fingers and gently grasped the bow.
In an instant, a mighty masculine force was transmitted into the body, as powerful as an abyss, like a river bursting its banks, and a huge wave rolling over the sky. If Li Daoxuan's physical body was not extremely strong, he would probably be torn apart by this terrifying energy.
What a powerful Qiankun Bow!
With the divine bow in his hand, Li Daoxuan's black hair fluttered, his eyes were sharp, and a huge pride suddenly arose in his heart, as if the whole world was a hunting ground, and no one could take an arrow to the west!
At the same time, a mysterious luck came to his head, causing his already strong luck to skyrocket again, like a dragon and a snake riding on the mist, and the northern darkness swallowing the sky.
The Qiankun Bow was made by the Human Emperor. Li Daoxuan's acquisition of this valuable treasure is just like the Human Emperor hand-picked it. It should be passed down to future generations and they should have great luck.
That is to say, he has no interest in being an emperor. Otherwise, with this magical bow, he can sweep the universe, clear up the world, and achieve a career as a human emperor.
Buzz~
Li Daoxuan slowly pulled the Qiankun Bow. As the bow string was pulled open, a sky-shaking arrow as black as ink flew out automatically and landed on the bow string.
The bow and arrow merged into one, and a brilliant holy power emerged, as if the emperor was furious, blood flowed, millions of corpses were lying on the ground, and the world was all white.
Li Daoxuan's eyes passed through the layers of clouds and saw a figure running wildly on horseback.
That man was Jieli Khan of the Turks. He seemed to be aware of it. Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back, and his body became very stiff, as if he had been stabbed in the chest by a sharp sword.
So much so that this Turkic Khan, who was skilled in bow and horse, fell to the ground with a thud, his face turned pale and his whole body was shaking.
"Khan!"
The men quickly dismounted, only to find that Khan was unconscious, with one hand tightly covering his chest, shouting don't kill me...
Li Daoxuan did not shoot the arrow.
At this moment, Turk's energy was not exhausted. Even if he shot Jieli Khan to death with one arrow, he would not be able to avoid the ensuing war. However, even the arrow's intention was enough to teach Jieli Khan an unforgettable lesson.
After thinking about it, Li Daoxuan turned the arrow and aimed in another direction.
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plateau.
The burly Nangri Songtsen sat next to the chessboard like a lion, playing chess with Master Zhizang Bingzhu.
Under the candlelight, his hair is half white. This energetic hero who unified the plateau has quietly revealed a trace of his old age.
"The Turks lost."
Nangri Songtsan said in a low voice: "I didn't expect the Turks to lose so quickly. Li Jing is indeed a military wizard."
Master Zhizang still looks young with red lips and white teeth, very handsome, as if six years of time cannot leave a single trace on him.
But his temperament became more and more outstanding, like a sacred mountain on the plateau, calm, broad, yet ethereal.
Zhizang paused and said: "Zhenren Li killed the Turkic high priest and swept away the capable people and strangers of the Turks. Now it seems that our decision not to send troops was undoubtedly correct."
Once the Turks sent envoys to lobby, and they were willing to share the Tang Dynasty with Tibet. Nangri Songtsan was moved at that time, and almost sent troops, until the news came that Li Daoxuan could kill a hundred thousand troops with an arrow thousands of miles away.
Nangri Songtsan held the chess piece in his hand tightly and said: "But the Turks were defeated too quickly, and Li Daoxuan was stronger than we expected!"
Master Zhizang sighed in his heart, he knew what Zanpu wanted to say.
When the snipe and the clam fight, only the fisherman can profit.
The Tang Dynasty won too quickly, and Li Daoxuan did not fight with the Turkic high priest to lose both sides. Naturally, they, Tubo, could not benefit from it.
It seems that Zamp still has no intention of giving up.
"Zanpu, there are clear lakes on the plateau, countless schools of fish, and endless cattle and sheep as far as the eye can see. Why do you need to provoke Datang again?"
Nangri Songtsan said calmly: "The tripod can only stand up if it has three legs. If the Turks are destroyed, do you think the Tang Dynasty can still tolerate us?"
After saying that, he dropped a piece and said: "Li Daoxuan is indeed strong, but at the moment he is in Yinshan and has no time to pay attention to him. This may be our opportunity."
"Moreover, in the past six years, Master, you have completely digested the power of the initiation, and you have also cultivated the Mingwang Dharmakaya. Even if you are not able to defeat Li Daoxuan, you should not be far behind."
Master Zhizang frowned and was about to continue persuading, when suddenly his eyes narrowed and he turned around to block Zanpu.
call!
A sudden strong wind blew open the windows and doors, making a rustling sound.
The candlelight in the room was extinguished in an instant, and even the hard chessboard carved from marble cracked with a crack, and the chess pieces on it were shattered one by one and turned into powder.
Nangri Songtsan felt a great terror emerging from the darkness, as if he had fallen into an abyss and had countless evil ghosts grabbing his ankles.
That's the fear of death.
Even though he had the luck of the Tubo country to protect him, he still looked so precarious in the face of this great terror, like a rootless duckweed.
Fortunately, he also has a Tubo national master, a contemporary master of Tantric Buddhism, and a great monk in the Yangshen realm.
Zhizang's body suddenly lit up, like a beacon in the dark night, crystal clear like glass. He clasped his hands together and whispered a Buddhist name.
A Buddhist rhythm of great freedom and purity emerged, and Sanskrit Zen chanting sounded all around, calming the murderous aura.
A dharma image appeared behind Zhizang, with three heads and six arms, making an angry appearance, with its body surrounded by fire, holding a sharp sword, and forming the Seal of the Three Generations.
The Dharma of King Ming!
The golden light in Zhizang's eyes was flowing, and the Buddhist clairvoyance allowed him to cross thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and see the source of the great terror.
It was a green-robed Taoist sitting on the top of the mountain, with a white jade hairpin and fluttering black hair. He had a flawless appearance. He was holding a gleaming golden long bow, and the dark arrow was aimed in the direction of Tubo.
"Zhenren Li..."
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Zhizang's mouth. How could he not know this Taoist? Back then in Chang'an Tai Chi Palace, he had lost to Master Li and was convinced.
"Tubo has formed an alliance with the Tang Dynasty. Did Li Zhenren inform the Emperor of Tang Dynasty about this move?"
Li Daoxuan grinned.
"Little monk, I'm just practicing drawing the bow, and I didn't say that I was going to shoot it."
After saying that, he put down the bow and arrow in his hand.
In an instant, everything disappeared, and the deep terror also dissipated. The windows no longer rustled, and the candlelight rekindled. Unfortunately, the damaged chessboard and chess pieces could not be restored.
Nangri Songtsen was breathing heavily, and his whole body was almost soaked in cold sweat.
"Presumptuous, it's Li Daoxuan again!!!"
He also heard what Master Zhizang said just now, and already knew who the source of the terror was.
Damn Li Daoxuan, he is also the leader of a country after all, but the other party dares to bend his bow and arrow and regard him as prey?
"Zhizang, fortunately you are here, I just scared off that Li Daoxuan!"
Nangri Songtsan's eyes flashed and he said: "It seems that your King Ming's dharma body is no longer weaker than that of Li Daoxuan, which is why the other party is so afraid!"
Master Zhizang sighed softly. He did not speak, but turned around slowly.
Nangri Songtsan's eyes narrowed, showing a look of shock.
Blood fell drop by drop.
I saw that Zhizang's cassock was soaked with blood, and there was a deep wound on his chest, as if he had been shot by an arrow.
"Zanpu, the young monk is incompetent. He didn't even block his arrow."
Zhizang's eyes were in a trance. Although his state of mind was not low, he still felt a sense of loss and frustration.
Over the past six years, he had practiced hard, not only completely digesting the power of the initiation, but also cultivating the dharma body of the Great God of Tantric Tongming King. However, he was not even able to block an arrow that was thousands of miles away and could not be fired.
The magical power he was so proud of, and the years of hard training he had spent on it, seemed to have become a joke in front of this arrow.
Hearing Zhizang's words, Nangri Songtsen was stunned. He stood for a long time, and his burly body stooped a little. His heroic and domineering temperament gradually dissipated, and his white hair seemed to become more.
The hero dies.
Waving his hands, he suddenly felt that everything was of little interest.
"Go down, I'm sleepy."
…
Li Daoxuan put away the Qiankun Bow and Sky-shattering Arrow with a calm expression.
It seemed as if the action that had just been taken to intimidate a country was done casually.
Dawn is rising.
He closed his eyes and took out the reward for killing the Turkic High Priest - the Golden Crow Dharma!
In his mind, a loud cry suddenly sounded, louder than a phoenix.
It was a golden sun, with a three-legged figure vaguely in the center, flying up from the hibiscus tree that was ten thousand feet high, overlooking the heaven and earth, soaring into the sky with domineering power.
"Look, the sun is rising!"
"No, why are there two suns?"
"I'm not dazzled, Xiao Zhao, wake up quickly. Are there two suns in the sky?"
…
Many people in the Tang army shouted loudly.
The ancients said that there are no two suns in the sky, but two suns rose today. They thought it was their own eyesight, so they woke up their sleeping comrades, and then they were sure that they were indeed two suns.
"My dear mother, you are really two suns!"
"No wonder it's so hot this morning..."
"Hey, look carefully, there seems to be a figure in the sun on the right..."
"Hey, it's really like a crow with three legs..."
Everyone was talking and marveling.
The strange scene in the sky for two days did not last long. Soon the sun on the right turned into a golden light and flew away into the distance and disappeared.
"So fast, the national master turned into a golden crow and flew away?"
Wang Bo rubbed his eyes and almost thought he had seen it wrong.
"You read that right. It seems that the Imperial Master has developed another magical power. It's a joy to congratulate."
Lou Ling was still so calm.
Zhu Rong showed a rare mood swing and said, "The fire in my body was filled with fear just now."
"Where do you think the Imperial Master will fly to? Should we follow him and take a look?"
Mother Dian couldn't help but ask.
"The Golden Crow flies across the sky and travels thousands of miles in an instant. Do you think you can keep up with the speed of the Imperial Master?"
Lu Chunliang taunted.
"snort!"
Dian Mu turned her head, unable to refute, and ignored the fat man.
At this time Taiwei's voice sounded leisurely.
"Senior brother just sent me a message. He has some things to deal with. He ordered everyone to continue to protect the safety of General Li Jing and obey Li Jing's orders."
"promise!"
…
The golden crow flaps its wings and flies into the sky.
In just a few breaths, the golden light traveled hundreds of miles and landed on a mountain.
The overbearing and blazing Golden Crow Dharma Appearance dissipated, revealing Li Daoxuan's figure.
He stood on the mountain mausoleum and looked into the distance. Everywhere he saw was green green. The mountains were endless, with thousands of miles of veins, vaguely resembling the shape of a dragon.
This is the tomb of the Turkic kings, where all the Turkic khans are buried.
"It is indeed a treasure place. It has the atmosphere of a python swallowing a dragon. Unfortunately, it has been cut off and most of the energy has been swallowed up."
Li Dao
The tomb here was supposed to be filled with dragons and snakes, blessing descendants, but it was overwhelmed by black clouds and cut off across the sky.
Perhaps it was for this reason that Tang Dynasty declared war.
He used his magical power to escape from the earth, and his body quickly sank into the mountain mausoleum, evading countless hidden weapons and traps, and arrived inside the royal mausoleum.
According to the scenes seen in the memory of the high priest before, the Turks still have the last backup plan, which is the bronze coffin.
There is a 'god king' locked inside, trying to resuscitate.
Whenever he thinks of this incident, Li Daoxuan will feel a sense of crisis in his heart. It can be seen that the person in the coffin has a big background.
Since he knew it in advance, he naturally wanted to try to see if he could prevent the 'God King' from resurrecting and nip the crisis in the bud.
Therefore, as soon as he completed the Golden Crow Dharma, he flew into the sky and came to the royal mausoleum.
Following the direction in his memory, it didn't take long for Li Daoxuan to arrive at the center of the mausoleum. As expected, he saw an ancient bronze coffin placed on the altar.
"who?"
As soon as Li Daoxuan appeared, the Turkic soldiers guarding here drew their swords and prepared to strike.
"Certainly!"
Li Dao
Including those Turkic monks hiding in secret.
Li Daoxuan walked forward quietly, feeling like he was in a deserted place in this forbidden Turkic land.
He finally stopped in front of the bronze coffin and showed a sneer.
No matter what you are, don't even think about coming out again.
He stretched out his right hand, and a ray of golden flame suddenly rose in his palm, and the cries of the golden crow sounded all around. If you look carefully, there is a faint silhouette of a three-legged golden crow flying and circling in the flame.
There was only a faint wisp of flame, but the temperature was ridiculously high, burning and twisting the surrounding void, filling it with the most powerful and yang aura.
This is the true fire of the sun and the true fire of the Golden Crow.
Li Dao
Therefore, although it was only a faint wisp, it consumed almost 30% of Li Daoxuan's mana, enough to boil the entire East China Sea.
"Go ahead."
Li Daoxuan waved his hand, and the golden sun fire fell on the ancient bronze coffin.
Boom!
In an instant, the ancient coffin was beating, countless black energy was burned away by the real fire, and there were faint roars inside, like thunder.
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