Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 167 Erlang Tianyan, the golden light subdues the devil!
Li Daoxuan finally understood why every generation of Longhushan's head teachers are celestial masters, but only the patriarch Zhang Daoling has become one of the four celestial masters recognized by the Taoist sect.

To be honored as a celestial master by the people of the world, apart from profound cultivation and astonishing supernatural powers, the most important thing is to have a saint's heart to help the world and sacrifice one's life for righteousness.

For example, Zhang Daoling, who could ascend to immortality early in the morning, but is willing to stay in the world to kill the six demon kings and eight ghost commanders.

When he finally ascended, he also left behind his three-to-five evil-slashing male and female swords. The male sword is used as the magic sword inherited by the celestial master, and the female sword is kept in the ghost well to frighten the demons in the world.

Xu Xun, who has spent his whole life subduing demons, doesn't even sell Guanyin's face.

Li Daoxuan glanced at Xu Qingxuan for the last time, he finally understood what the other party was doing. For Xu Qingxuan, the four words "descendant of the Celestial Master" were more important than life.

In this world, there are Yangshen masters who have nothing to do with themselves, and there are sword immortals like Xu Qingxuan who are arrogant and fearless of life and death.

Li Daoxuan sighed softly in his heart, then pulled up Master and went upstream.

He admired Xu Jianxian, but after all, he couldn't do what Xu Jianxian sacrificed his life for righteousness.

Countless black hairs poured into the water, wrapped around Li Daoxuan's waist, and pulled him and Zhang Qianyang ashore.

The two returned to the bridge.

Chen Ziyu withdrew her blue hair, looking at the absent-minded pair of master and apprentice with a little doubt in her eyes.

The next moment, the bottom of the Xihe River was swept up by streams of sword energy, and a dragon and a figure could be seen faintly.

The river was choppy, as if giant beasts were fighting underwater.

Vaguely, one could hear the roar of the flood dragon and the resounding cry of the sword.

boom!
A sword qi shot up into the sky, cutting Xihe in half, revealing Xu Qingxuan's figure, surrounded by a long river of sword qi, his white eyebrows dripping with blood, his whole body seemed to be a divine sword that had gone through thousands of blows and finally came out of its sheath, Blooming a shocking edge!

Li Daoxuan's Chixia sword kept trembling in the box, as if responding to the call of the sword fairy.

And that terrifying dragon was covered in cuts and bruises, with sword marks all over his body, as if he was being crushed and beaten by Xu Qingxuan.

A look of joy appeared in Li Daoxuan's eyes, and he said: "Master, Xu Jianxian seems to be winning!"

Zhang Qianyang was not very excited, but his eyes were filled with emotion.

"Seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, madman Jian, finally took that step."

"Master, which step?"

"Sun God."

Zhang Qianyang looked at his old friend and his purple robe that was gradually stained red with blood, with a hint of vicissitudes in his eyes.

It seemed to recall the years when they were high-spirited and slashed monsters together.

At this moment, Zhang Qianyang was both happy for him and sad for him.

Xu Qingxuan's temper is as fierce as fire, and he hates evil as much as hatred. Back then, in order to slay monsters, he forced out blood at every turn, and was injured frequently, even hurting his foundation.

Otherwise, with his astonishing aptitude for swordsmanship, why would he be just a half-step Yangshen after decades of wasting time?
Today he tried everything, like an unsheathed divine sword with no regrets, with his vigor, he finally broke the shackles of the Yang God, and glimpsed the sword fairy road.

But it was born here, and it was destroyed here.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

Sure enough, after an unknown amount of time, the water of the West River that had been cut by the sword energy closed up again, and the sound of the sword under the water became more and more depressing, while the sound of the dragon's chant gradually became louder.

A piece of blood-stained purple cloth floated up, the red blood was as red as a pill, and it did not fade after being washed by the river.

The Chixia Sword in Li Daoxuan's box let out a mournful cry, as if mourning the passing of a sword fairy.

……

On a hill, the disciples of the Longevity Palace were waiting anxiously. Suddenly, the magic swords in their hands wailed and trembled.

Wu Qiubai felt the grief from Qingxia Sword, and seemed to understand something in his heart.

In his eyes, at some point, two lines of tears flowed out, and he wiped them away calmly.

For this result, he had expected it, but was caught off guard.

In a daze, he remembered that when he was a child, when he was still a little Taoist boy, he once asked his master, where did his master go?
Shizu took him to a simple tomb and said that his master was in it.

At the same time, his uncles and uncles are also buried here.

The master stroked his head and said with a smile: "One day, the master will also go here. At that time, you have to grow up quickly, and then support this family."

……

Li Daoxuan looked at the blood-stained purple cloth, and for some reason, a nameless hot blood boiled in his heart and went straight to the center of his eyebrows.

He felt that the eyes between his brows were getting hotter and hotter, as if something was about to burst out.

"Erlang Zhenjun Dongkai Tianyantongfa" is divided into three levels. The first level is to break the illusion, which can break the illusion of illusion. The second level is golden light, which can shoot out the golden light that subdues demons. The third level is the cave, where you can peek into the long river of time and space , insight into the secret.

Since Li Daoxuan opened his eyes, he has also practiced this supernatural power from time to time, but the bloodline supernatural power is different from other supernatural powers, and the progress is extremely slow.

Therefore, he is still a long way from the golden light of the second realm, but for some reason, perhaps influenced by Xu Qingxuan, the blood in his heart is agitated, and the celestial eyesight begins to improve by leaps and bounds.

He realized something, maybe the cultivation of Tianyan clairvoyance does not rely on the hard work accumulated over time, but the violent impact of emotions?
The center of his brows became hotter and hotter, his heavenly eyes opened automatically, glowing, and strands of golden light were quietly brewing.

Li Daoxuan let out a cry of pain, he knelt on the ground, covered the center of his brow with his hand, wishing to gouge that eye out.

The breakthrough of bloodline supernatural powers is not that simple, but requires extraordinary torture and pain. The Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian also went through this process.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

"Lee Daoxuan!"

The voices of Master and Sister Yu sounded at the same time, but Li Daoxuan could no longer think, and all his energy was used to fight against the pain.

At this moment, the scarred dragon rushed out of the water again, opened its bloody mouth, and bit Li Daoxuan.

It was seriously injured and had to regain its vitality, otherwise, even if it entered the Gan River, it would be hopeless.

However, it sensed the vitality of this trip, that is, the young Taoist priest on the shore. There is some kind of amazing power in that Taoist priest's body. If it can swallow it, it should be able to replenish its vitality.

Roar!
Seeing that Jiaolong was about to swallow Li Daoxuan in, Zhang Qianyang showed determination in his eyes, and he took out the seal of Yangping Zhidu Gong, ready to fight to the death.

No matter what you say, you can't let the apprentice fold here!

But at this moment, countless blue threads surged up, wrapping around the dragon.

Jiaolong shook violently, the sharp scales cut off Chen Ziyu's black hair, and continued to bite towards Li Daoxuan.

Zhang Qianyang chanted the mantra, and lightning flashed in his eyes again, risking his death, he was going to continue to attract thunder.

But a figure was one step faster than him.

Holding the jasper hairpin in her hand, Chen Ziyu rushed towards the dragon without hesitation. Her blue hair was like a waterfall, her red dress was like fire, and her eyes like autumn water were extremely firm.

She looked back at Li Daoxuan with a trace of nostalgia and regret.

With a roar, the fiery red figure was swallowed by the dragon, and a broken jade hairpin fell from the air.

Looking at this scene, Li Daoxuan felt as if a volcano erupted in his heart, and then released it from the eyebrows and sky eyes.

A bright golden light shot out from his sky eyes, rushed straight to Doufu, and shone on Xiaohan!

Roar!
Jiaolong let out a painful roar, and the hard scales were directly penetrated by the golden light, revealing a deep wound, and the hot dragon's blood was evaporated by the golden light, turning black.

(Sister Yu is not dead, Sister Yu is not dead, Sister Yu is not dead, important things are said three times, lest you scold me and save your life.)
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