"Brother, let me clear the way for you."
Taiwei took a step forward, and the ancient sword on her waist came out of her body with a clang. The surging sword energy flew like an angry dragon and hit the stone statue in front of her.
Surprisingly, these stone statues were not resurrected, but were washed to pieces and shattered into pieces under the long river of sword energy.
Li Daoxuan stepped forward and stepped over these stones.
Wow!
The stones scattered on the ground quickly reorganized and condensed into terracotta warriors and horses again, surrounding Li Daoxuan. There were cracks in the weapons in his hands, revealing the shimmering cold light inside.
"Brother, be careful!"
Just as Taiwei was about to raise her sword to help, she saw a flash of purple thunder, and a roaring thunder sounded in her ears, echoing in the mountains, scaring away many birds and animals.
In an instant, the terracotta warriors and horses exploded in unison, and were hit by a powerful air wave against the stone wall, turning into debris.
The purple lightning in Li Daoxuan's eyes disappeared, and the fluttering green robe returned to calmness and was spotless.
He walked quietly towards the bronze coffin. Although the steps were not big, it was like the universe moved, shrinking to an inch. In a few steps, he crossed the entire underground palace and arrived at the altar.
Buzz!
As if feeling threatened, the ancient bronze coffin trembled more violently, and the faint roar sounded like muffled thunder or the roar of a tiger, making people feel as if they were sitting on pins and needles.
Li Daoxuan sneered, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the coffin.
That slender jade-like hand seemed to be of great weight, and its skin was as crystal clear as glass. There were streams of fairy light flowing around it, which actually stopped the shaking of the bronze coffin.
An astonishing demonic intention as deep as an abyss and as domineering as fire came from the coffin, trying to pour into Li Daoxuan's Lingtai Yuanshen.
The Heavenly Escape Sword Intent turned into a Pure Yang Magic Sword, and it was ready to go. He wanted to cut off this demonic inclination, but was stopped by Li Daoxuan.
He just wanted to confirm the whereabouts of the person in the coffin.
Amid the cries of ghosts and gods, Li Daoxuan came to a world full of blood. Magma spewed out from the earth, blood rained from the sky, mountains collapsed, and great cities were burned to the ground.
The corpses of countless people were abandoned on the roadside, mostly in pieces, with piles of hands and feet, mountains of heads, and mosquitoes and flies everywhere.
At the city gate, Li Daoxuan saw two big characters.
Chang'an!
His heart trembled, and he suddenly understood that these were the murderous intentions of the demon. If the demon in the coffin was born, then the world would usher in a catastrophe, and even the prosperous city of Chang'an would be unable to escape.
Is this a god and demon who wants to destroy the world?
Li Daoxuan was suddenly a little surprised. You must know that he had already guessed the identity of this demon, but now looking at this scene, he was a little unsure.
If that person is really the one, he probably won’t destroy the world...
"Who are you? Why do you insist on destroying the world?"
Li Daoxuan's soul moved and conveyed his consciousness.
But no answer was received. The surging demonic energy condensed into a huge golden knife, and with the faint sound of tiger roar, it struck down at Li Daoxuan!
"cut!"
Since he was unable to communicate, Li Daoxuan's eyes flashed with sword light, he pressed the sword seal with his hand, and the Pure Yang Sword suddenly sounded a loud sword cry, blooming with thousands of rays of light.
It was like a rising sun, and the hot sword light instantly dispelled those evil spirits.
Clang!
The sword light flashed, and the golden sword shattered.
Li Daoxuan returned to the real world. The ancient bronze coffin had completely calmed down, and the evil spirit lingering on it had weakened a lot.
It feels cold to the touch, and the mottled green marks on it can make people feel the vicissitudes of time.
"Brother!"
Taiwei stood by his side holding a sword, with a hint of worry in her eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Li Daoxuan stared at the ancient bronze coffin in front of him and sighed slightly, his eyes a little complicated.
"You were considered a hero during your lifetime. As the saying goes, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Why should you be so resentful and want to destroy the world?"
The coffin shook slightly, as if to refute his words.
Li Daoxuan shook his head and sighed: "In this case, I can only destroy you completely."
He took Taiwei Yingying back and put some distance between him and the coffin, then squeezed the thunder seal with his hand, and the mysterious words in "Dongxuan Yushu Thunder Technique" echoed in his mind.
"The Thirty-sixth Rule of Heaven, Nine Heavens Universal Transformation. Transform into the realms of the ten directions, spread your hair and recite the Gang Sutra. The roaring wind whips the sun and moon, subduing all demonic spirits. Save the ghosts of the long night, and generate thunder for thousands of years!"
It is still Longhu Mountain's Thunder Technique, but with the blessing of "Dongxuan Yushu Thunder Technique", its power is doubled.
Boom!
Five thunderbolts fell from the clear sky, in five colors: red, white, green, purple and gold, each with its own power, some were as majestic as heaven, some were as thick as mountains, and some were shaped like dragons...
These are the five thunders of heaven, earth, water, dragon, and society. They are the strongest thunders in the world and the highest supernatural power among the five thunders of Shenxiao!
boom! ! !
The sky and the earth were filled with lightning, and the newly restored terracotta warriors and horses were immediately shattered by the aftershocks of the thunder and fire, and the entire underground palace became scorched black.
After nine breaths, the terrifying power of thunder finally calmed down.
"Senior brother, I'm afraid that after many times in the entire Longhu Mountain, only the master can compare with you in thunder skills. Even among the heavenly masters of all generations, your thunder skills are definitely outstanding!"
Taiwei couldn't help but admired.
Although she has not practiced the Thunder Method, as a true disciple of Longhu Mountain, she still understands the Thunder Method. The strength displayed by her senior brother at this moment has reached the highest level of the Five Thunder Methods. Even the former Zhang Jiuxiao, Far from it.
Each of the five thunderbolts attracted by the wave of his hand was enough to threaten the power of the Yang God Realm!
But Li Daoxuan's eyes were solemn and he did not show any joy.
The lightning dispersed, and the ancient bronze coffin was still intact on the charred altar, even the moss on it was intact.
The coffin trembled slightly, as if laughing at Li Daoxuan's overestimation of his capabilities.
"Brother, let me try!"
Taiwei's sword eyes flashed with sharp energy, and the ancient sword in her hand made a dragon roar, and a bright sword light appeared, and flew into the sky and among the clouds with a whooshing sound.
As she continued to form seals, a huge sword tip slowly emerged from the clouds.
"cut!"
The giant sword of flowing light like a mountain fell from the clouds, like a sword of the gods left in the world. It was wrapped with endless sword energy and crashed into the small bronze coffin like a tsunami.
boom!
The long wind stirred, the land sank, and the altar suddenly fell into pieces. Huge cracks spread in the underground rock formations, and the entire Yinshan Mountains trembled slightly.
Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up, Junior Sister's sword was quite innovative.
But unfortunately, after the smoke cleared, it could be seen that the ancient bronze coffin was still unscathed, not even a trace of sword marks, and it was not known what material it was made of.
"Brother, what should we do?"
Taiwei frowned, even she felt a little helpless.
Li Dao
With a wave of his hand, many paper cranes appeared in front of him, flapping their wings and circling.
"Then let's gather the power of the strongest people in the world to destroy this demon together!"
"We can't let Longhushan take care of everything."
…
Three days later.
Maoshan.
Since Tao Hongjing, a famous Taoist priest in the Southern Dynasties, retreated here to teach Taoism, the Maoshan sect has become increasingly prosperous. By the Sui and Tang Dynasties, it was as famous as Longhu Mountain and was the leader in Taoism.
Even though it is dawn, there are already pilgrims going to the mountain to offer incense and worship devoutly.
Only half of the most famous Three Palaces and Five Temples in Maoshan are open to the public, and the rest are practice places for disciples and elders of the sect.
In particular, Baiyun Temple, which is the highest on the ground, is where spiritual energy from all directions gather. Many masters and hermits of the Maoshan Sect often practice in retreat there.
"Mom, there is a paper crane over there!"
A child accidentally looked up and saw a paper crane flying in the sky. He quickly called to his mother who was offering incense in the temple.
The middle-aged Taoist priest on the side narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "You dare to show off your Taoist skills in my Maoshan Mountain?"
He made a hand and chanted a mantra, with his palms facing the sky. He heard a rumble of thunder, and a slender blue lightning fell from the sky and struck towards the paper crane.
Taoism, palm thunder!
Seeing this scene, the pilgrims were amazed and praised the Taoist priest as a living god.
There was a hint of complacency in the middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes. In fact, he had recognized it as the Thousand Miles Communication Note in the Taoist Sect. However, the direction the paper crane was flying towards was Baiyun Temple. It was an important place for the sect, so naturally he could not let it in at will.
Boom!
The blue thunder struck the paper crane, but surprisingly, fairy lights burst out from the paper crane, and it opened its mouth to swallow the thunder.
Then he uttered human words.
"Little Taoist priest, is this it?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest was stunned. Zhihe... actually swallowed the thunder in his palm and spoke?
Is this not Taoism, but becoming a spirit?
But he didn't know that this paper crane contained a piece of Li Daoxuan's magical power. Although it was not much, it was still difficult for ordinary monks to match.
"You monster, don't be so presumptuous!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes flashed with anger, and then he waved the dust in his hand, about to cast another spell, but at this moment, rainbow lights rushed out of the Baiyun Temple, turning into countless figures standing in the sky.
"Master Mingyuan, Master Mingxin, Elder Qingweizi, Elder Qingxun..."
The middle-aged Taoist priest's pupils were shocked, because these characters who appeared were all famous masters and elders of the Maoshan Sect. They were all cultivated in the Yin Shen realm. Many of them had been in seclusion for many years and no longer took care of things.
When he saw the two leaders clearly, the middle-aged Taoist priest was even more shocked. He quickly bowed and bowed respectfully.
Of those two people, one was wearing a simple Taoist robe, with gray hair and a simple temperament. They were Elder Xuancheng who had been in seclusion in Maoshan Mountain for many years.
Back then, he turned the tide and protected the Maoshan inheritance with the magical power of sowing beans and forming soldiers. He also killed the Void Belly Ghost King in the Underworld with the imperial advisor of the current dynasty. It is no exaggeration to say that he was famous all over the world.
Six years ago, Elder Xuancheng wanted to retreat and break through to the Yangshen realm, but now he didn't know whether he would succeed.
As for the other person, he was wearing a Tai Chi Taoist robe with a Taoist hairpin inserted at an angle. His eyebrows were as white as snow, but his hair was as black as ink. His face was slender and graceful, and his every move was full of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi's grandmaster demeanor.
Astonishingly, it was Master Ye from Maoshan!
He is also the only peerless master who can still shine brightly in the era of the old Celestial Master.
The paper crane bloomed with fairy light and turned into a shadow.
Wearing a green lotus robe, with a purple green immortal gourd hanging from his waist, his hair is as long as ink, he is plump and handsome, like a banished immortal descending to earth.
"No wonder Pindao felt something in his heart today. When he saw the purple air flying across the sky, it turned out that there were distinguished guests here."
Master Ye smiled, his voice gentle and kind.
On the ground, the middle-aged Taoist priest was stunned, and there was an uproar in his heart.
What is the identity of that young figure that allows the headmaster of the Maoshan Sect and the masters and elders to come out to greet him in person?
At this moment, a voice sounded.
"That man... seems to be our Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty!"
"That's right, I went to Chang'an to do business, and there is a statue of the Imperial Master there. It's exactly the same!"
"National Preceptor, National Preceptor has come to Maoshan!"
The pilgrims in the mountain became very excited and kowtowed to Li Daoxuan's figure one after another. They were even more pious than offering incense in the temple.
After all, there are only clay statues of gods in the palace, but the Imperial Master is a living god standing in front of you!
Li Daoxuan's prestige among the people is so high that it even surpasses many gods. After all, if he had not been in charge of the Tang Dynasty, there would not have been the current peaceful and prosperous age.
The middle-aged Taoist who took action just now was excited and frightened. He just...had taken action against the Imperial Master?
No wonder just a message crane can easily break the thunder in his palm that he has worked hard for thirty years. He is truly a living legend and a walking myth.
…
Tubo, Tantra, Vajra Temple.
The ninth-generation master Zhizang is sitting under the ancient tree, meditating and practicing. The setting sun shines on his red cassock, as if it is covered with a layer of Buddha's light, making it solemn.
Since the last time Li Daoxuan destroyed King Ming's Dharma, he was thousands of miles away. He has been hit hard, practicing hard day and night, and has been meditating under the tree for many days.
Perhaps he had an epiphany, and rays of Buddha light appeared behind his head, faintly like a halo.
This magical scene shocked the disciples in the temple.
"The master is indeed a rare genius in our tantric sect who can only be seen in a thousand years. I think he is about to become a Buddha!"
"The master's cultivation is no longer something we can guess..."
"Do you think the current guru can beat that Li Daoxuan?"
Master Zhizang, who had just entered Yangshen, went to the Tang Dynasty. He wanted to give the Tang Dynasty a show of strength and show off the style of the new Tubo master, but he did not want to be defeated miserably at the hands of Li Daoxuan.
Now that he is aware of his shame and then becomes brave, and his cultivation is brave and diligent, the disciples of Konggang Temple all feel that Master Zhizang is no less than Li Daoxuan.
At this moment, a paper crane flew from the clouds and hovered over the Vajra Temple.
Zhizang, who was practicing meditation, immediately opened his eyes and looked at the paper crane.
Li Daoxuan's figure appeared again, standing above the clouds, with his hands behind his back, his eyes stern, his voice powerful, clear, and full of energy.
"At the beginning of the decisive battle between the Tang Dynasty and the Turks, Tubo wanted to send troops to attack the Tang Dynasty. Although it was stopped halfway, it also angered Tianwei!"
When the monks heard this, their expressions suddenly changed.
Is Datang's revenge coming so soon?
Zhizang is still calm. If the other party really wants to raise an army to punish him, he will definitely not show up with just a trace of his soul.
Sure enough, Li Daoxuan's voice continued to sound.
"Since Tubo is my vassal state of the Tang Dynasty, it should obey orders. Zhizang, I will ask you to go to Yinshan Mountain immediately to fight for the Tang Dynasty and make up for your mistakes."
When the monks heard this, they immediately exploded.
"Why, the master is from Tibet and will only obey Zampu's orders!"
"Yes, you are too bullying!"
"What are you afraid of? The worst we can do is fight him!"
Faced with these accusations, Li Daoxuan snorted coldly, which was like a thunderous explosion, ringing all the twelve bells in the Vajra Temple, and instantly silenced the monks.
He was not as polite to the Tubo people as he was to the masters of the Maoshan sect.
"Either go to Yinshan Mountain, or Pindao's real body comes to Tubo for a visit."
After a pause, Li Daoxuan's voice was calm, but there was an indescribable domineering tone.
"At that time, Pindao will demolish your Vajra Temple and roast the arowana from the Holy Lake, just in time to drink it."
Zhizang was silent for a long time, and finally took action. However, he did not take action as the monks expected. Instead, he sighed softly and stood up to salute.
"King Kong Temple Zhizang, obeys...the order of the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty."
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(End of chapter)
