Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

"This is... Sprinkling Beans into Soldiers?"

Taiwei's eyes lit up. As a member of the Taoist sect, she has naturally heard of this great supernatural power of Tiangang. The most famous one in the world should be Taoist Xuancheng of Maoshan.

It's just that she has some doubts. Although the Bean Soldier is powerful, the victory lies in the number of enemies. Can a mere yellow scarf warrior deal with this giant in front of him?
Not only her, Lou Ling and others who were injured at the moment all had this doubt.

Only Taoist Xuancheng's disciple, Lu Chunliang looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar yellow scarf wrestler, always feeling something different in his heart.

This yellow turban wrestler looks seventy percent similar to the wrestlers summoned by his master, but is even more majestic, especially between his eyebrows and eyes, there is an indescribable charm.

Mother Dian didn't think much about it, she had almost blind admiration for Li Daoxuan, so she bowed her hands and said to the yellow scarf warrior, "Your Majesty, please behead the Turkic high priest!"

The six-foot-high yellow-turban warrior nodded slightly to her, and there was a wave of fluctuation in his pale golden eyes, and then turned to look at the high priest.

There was a sneer from above the dome, it was the voice of the high priest.

"Haha, you want to beat me with just a little yellow scarf warrior?"

"It seems that Li Daoxuan's so-called Master of the Tang Dynasty is also a false name, and only this kind of trick is left!"

While speaking, he swung his peach stick and stabbed at the yellow scarf warrior.

Daoist brilliance bloomed from the huge peach stick, which was obviously a very impressive treasure. As it pierced out, the surrounding mountains and rivers shook, and the wind and clouds rippling.

It seems that the pillars of the Nantianmen have fallen into the mortal world.

Faced with such a terrible blow, the yellow turban wrestler's expression didn't fluctuate at all, he just stepped forward silently, a pair of phoenix eyes showed a palpitating golden light, and the blood rushing in his body was like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring.

He stretched out his hands towards the peach stick.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a mayfly shaking a tree, and a mantis' arm is like a car.

Boom!

The yellow turban wrestler hugged the tail of the mahogany staff, and the ground under his feet was split inch by inch, and most of his body fell into the ground, which seemed to have failed.

However, Tao Zhang stopped and fell into a kind of stalemate.

The pupils of the high priest who was holding the peach staff condensed, revealing an incredulous look, feeling the amazing power that could compete with him, he was very puzzled.

He is obviously just a yellow scarf warrior, why does he have such supernatural power?
Although the Yellow Turban Warriors are known for their strength, the ancient immortals liked to use them to move mountains, but the Warriors in the Heavenly Court have long since disappeared, and the Yellow Turban Warriors summoned by Taoists are just in vain.

Such as Xuan Cheng's old way, also rely on numbers to win.

"I don't believe you can block me!"

The high priest was angry, if Li Daoxuan came in person, it would be fine, but the yellow bean he gave to his disciple and the yellow scarf warrior he summoned are also worthy to block him?

What a big joke!
He also held the peach stick in his other hand, and exerted strength with both arms at the same time, trying to nail this ant-like yellow scarf warrior into the ground!

However, he soon discovered that even if he held the staff with both hands, he couldn't move forward any further!
On the ground, half of the body of the yellow turban wrestler fell into the ground, but he didn't show any fear, and his pale golden eyes showed a high-spirited fighting spirit.

A series of mysterious runes circulated all over his body and spread all the way to his face. They were the ancient heavenly court's untold secret, the Hercules curse seal.

It is said that those who liberate the curse seal of the strongman can add the power of the dragon and elephant, can move mountains and fill seas, and suppress demons and subdue demons.

This is why the ancient immortals often raised yellow scarf warriors, such as Guang Chengzi, it is said that there are thousands of yellow scarf warriors in his ashram, and each of them is comparable to a Nantian god general.

The yellow scarf fluttered, and the warrior was mighty. The divine power in his body gushed out like a volcano, and his blood was so strong that it smoked and withered the surrounding vegetation, like a burning furnace.

Boom!

The ground around him exploded, and the huge peach staff turned into a lever, prying the body of the high priest.

The blue veins on the face of the giant who shook the sky and shook the ground, but still slowly left the ground, his body flew up, supported by the peach stick, and fell to the ground.

boom!
The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the sky was full of dust.

However, before the high priest could react, his body soared into the air again, and slammed down again.

This scene was quite astonishing, not only the high priest himself was stunned, but even Lou Ling and the others were shocked, and Tai Wei's eyes were even more brilliant.

The yellow turban warrior, who was no more than six feet tall, was holding a peach stick, and threw the tall priest, who was as tall as a mountain, into the air again and again?
The high priest held the tail of the great ape transformed by Wang Bo before, and fell very proudly, but he never expected that in a blink of an eye, he would be reduced to himself.

It's not that he didn't want to let go of his hand, but firstly, this peach stick is a treasure, and secondly, he was so arrogant that he didn't pay attention to this yellow scarf wrestler, and now he failed in wrestling, which is a great shame and humiliation.

But no matter how hard his body was, he couldn't help turning over and over again. After a few times, the high priest was already dizzy and staring straight at the stars.

He was lying on the ground amidst the rubble, looking at the sky, as if his muscles and bones were paralyzed, and his eyes were a little absent-minded.

who am I? where am I?
But the arrogance and stubbornness in his heart made him hold the peach stick tightly and refused to let go.

At this time, the Yellow Turban Lishi finally stopped, and he took the initiative to let go of the peach stick, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Just when everyone thought he was going to take a rest, the yellow turban wrestler crushed the ground, flew towards the high priest like a cannonball, landed on his body with a bang, and began to bombard wildly with his fists raised.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
The sound of punches to the flesh was like a thunderous explosion, every blow made people tremble with fear, and the eardrums roared.

Lu Chunliang stared wide-eyed, staring blankly at this scene, deeply shocked in his heart.

This... is really the Yellow Turban Warrior?

Lou Ling, who has always been aloof, was also a little absent-minded. She looked at the yellow turban wrestler and said enviously, "What a terrifying power, like a scourge. Is this the yellow turban wrestler?"

The corner of Lu Chunliang's mouth twitched, it's impossible, this is definitely not the yellow scarf warrior he remembered!
My master is famous for turning beans into soldiers, so he often sees yellow scarf wrestlers, each of them is extremely powerful and can fight lions and tigers, but there is absolutely no such exaggeration.

If the soybeans sprinkled by the master can have such power, then the head teacher of Maoshan is probably his master.

"Didn't your Maoshan lineage have the inheritance of this supernatural power? I remember that Taoist Xuancheng has many warriors and little Taoists under his command. Why haven't you learned it?"

Lou Ling hated that iron could not be made into steel. You don't know how to learn such powerful supernatural powers?
I know how to spread talismans all day long, it's a prodigal thing.

Lu Chunliang smiled wryly and said: "My Maoshan lineage does have the inheritance of this supernatural power, but the yellow scarf fighters I summoned are far from this strength. This soybean from the national teacher is probably worth thousands of my master. ..."

He shook his head and sighed: "Fortunately, my master is not here, otherwise I'm afraid Dao Xin will be hit."

"Why is the National Teacher's Sprinkling Beans and Soldiers so powerful?"

Lou Ling asked.

Lu Chunliang thought for a while, and said seriously: "Firstly, it is because the national teacher has strong magic power and profound cultivation, which is far better than my master. Second, it should be that the national teacher has a complete visualization map."

"Vision diagram?"

"Well, if you want to practice Scattering Beans into Soldiers, you must first practice the visualization map of a warrior. There is a picture in my Maoshan Mountain. It is said that it was left by the ancestor Sanmao Zhenjun. The charm is lost..."

Lou Ling's eyes moved, and he said, "No wonder there are very few people in Maoshan who can practice this method."

Lu Chunliang sighed: "Even the master who has practiced this method often feels regretful, saying that if the wrestler's visualization map did not lose the charm, he would have cultivated to the Yangshen realm long ago."

Lou Ling smiled and said: "Then you have to behave well, maybe the national teacher will give you a visualization map to understand when he is happy."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Lu Chunliang was a little excited, not for himself, but for Master.

The master of the country should have a complete and undamaged visualization map of a strongman after he has completed this method. If he doesn't ask for a gift, just ask him to allow his master to comprehend it for a few days, which is a great fortune!

The master treated him like a parent and son, and passed on his supernatural powers. Every time the talismans were used up and he returned to Maoshan, the master always smiled and took out a brand new talisman for him.

Many of them are extremely precious purple talismans.

He knew that his master didn't have so many collections. For these talismans, he might have lowered his face and borrowed them from other masters and uncles.

If he can do something for Master, it can be regarded as his filial piety.

It's just that this image of a powerful man is invaluable, and it is the core inheritance of a great supernatural power of Tiangang. Although the national teacher is open-minded, he may not pass it on easily.

Boom!

Just as his thoughts were racing, the battle on the field had gradually heated up.

Although the body of the yellow turban warrior was small, his two iron fists seemed to be poured with gold, with infinite divine power, and he drove the high priest into the ground.

The two fought fiercely underground, still punching to the flesh, those solid rock formations turned into powder one after another, and the entire vast land trembled, like a dragon and a snake rising from the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, the ground broke open, and the high priest's peach stick was thrown away. His body was covered in bruises, and he jumped out of it in a panic, trying to escape.

However, a big golden hand with the rune of a powerful man grabbed his ankle and pulled him back into the ground.

The fierce fighting sounded again.

The land is thousands of miles away, the rivers are diverted, the mountains are shaking, and the sky is echoing!
After about a quarter of an hour, the ground split open again, and two figures flew up into the sky before falling to the ground again.

After the smoke cleared, I saw a yellow scarf warrior stepping on the giant, with red eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a fluttering scarf, and many cracks in the iron armor, but it looked so majestic, as if the god of war was alive.

And the giant under his feet was no longer as powerful as before. It was covered in scars, the bones in both arms were shattered, and it kept coughing up blood in its mouth. It was extremely embarrassed.

The high priest lay on the ground with a look of absent-mindedness in his eyes.

I... lost?
Was the loser just a yellow scarf wrestler that Li Daoxuan bestowed to his disciples?
At this moment, he just thinks that he is so funny, that he is Li Daoxuan's fateful enemy, but he can't even beat the opponent's soybean...

The yellow turban wrestler was silent, and his golden eyes flickered.

He raised his iron fist, ready to continue smashing down.

The high priest closed his eyes, and in a disheartened state, he lost all fighting spirit in his heart. Although he still had the strength to fight, he no longer resisted.

However, this punch did not fall for a long time.

He opened his eyes, only to realize that the frightening yellow scarf warrior was frozen there at the moment, and those pale golden eyes, like extinguished flames, were no longer radiant.

Click!

Cracks spread across the body of the Yellow Turban Warrior, then shattered and scattered with the wind.

There was no longer a strong figure on the spot, only a pale soy bean.

The divine power of the Yellow Turban Warrior was exhausted.

The high priest was stunned for a moment, and then laughed like a madman. He who had been disheartened just now showed his fighting spirit again, like a dead tree reborn in spring.

He stomped the soybeans into pieces with one foot.

"I won, and in the end I won!"

"Lee Daoxuan, you lost!!!"

He roared loudly, unable to restrain the deep excitement in his heart.

Although he only won a yellow turban wrestler, to him at this moment, he was as excited as if he personally beheaded Li Daoxuan.

The high priest stretched out his hand, and the lost peach stick automatically flew back into his hand.

Vast vitality flowed out from the peach stick, repairing his damaged body, and the vitality also rose accordingly.

At this moment, the high priest's desire for revenge against Li Daoxuan was so strong that he even ignored Li Jing, and looked directly at Dianmu, Lou Ling and the others, full of hatred.

He wanted to crush all those people related to Li Daoxuan to death to vent his hatred!
"Oops!"

Mother of Lightning's eyes froze, and she thought it was a pity in her heart, it was only a little bit close, and the Yellow Turban Warriors of the National Teacher could kill the enemy!
"Sister, you take General Li Jing and go first, and I'll finish off the rear!"

Zhu Rongfei is here.

The electric mother shook her head, her voice firm.

"Brother, let me break the queen."

"Elder brother is like father, how dare you not listen to me?"

"Brother, I am not only your younger sister, but also Zhelong of the Tang Dynasty, a subordinate of the National Teacher. He ordered me to help Tang Jun. Even if I die, I will never take a step back!"

Lightning flashed all over Dianmu's body, her eyes were determined, she was obviously planning to fight to the death.

Zhu Rong opened his mouth, but he didn't say any accusations after all.

His sister's words are not his voice.

"Forget it, the big deal is that we die here together, and it can be regarded as worthy of His Majesty and the national teacher!"

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other, and they could see the firmness in each other's eyes, which was a kind of determination to see death as home.

A scholar dies for a confidant.

If there was no His Majesty, they would have starved to death by the roadside long ago, and if there were no Imperial Teacher, they would not be where they are today, they would be reborn, and they would even almost step into the Yang God Realm.

Repay it with death!
Taiwei sighed softly, and became even more curious about the current senior brother.

What kind of charm is it that makes two young geniuses 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.

"Today, none of you need to die."

Taiwei took out a dark blue sword from the storage ring. The hilt was like colored glass. She pulled it out slowly.

Unfortunately, it is a broken sword.

She looked at the treasured sword that had been dusty for a long time, and her eyes were full of memories, which was very complicated.

This is the Lilong sword, and her brother's white dragon sword is a pair of affectionate swords. Back then, she resolutely broke Lilong to show her ambition, and she never used it again.

Taiwei was holding the hilt of the sword, and was about to speak, when her expression suddenly changed.

Zheng!
The silent Lilong Sword suddenly let out a sword cry, and the remaining spirituality seemed to feel a certain call, and it bloomed again like a dead tree in spring.

"This is……"

Taiwei's eyes were rippling, and she looked towards the east as if telepathically.

A figure in Tsing Yi came pacing, standing with his hands behind his back, like traveling in mountains and rivers, strolling in a garden, but crossing mountains and rivers in a square inch, changing shapes and shadows, and moving the universe.

With long hair like black ink, white jade hairpins, green robes, elegant and dusty, with a faint radiance flowing on the skin, the whole person has a strange charm that is otherworldly and refined.

Yanyan is independent like a lone pine, and Langlang is like the sun and the moon in his arms.

Tai Wei showed a soft smile and muttered to herself.

"Senior brother, long time no see."

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