Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

"It's Li Daoxuan, it's really him!"

"He is indeed here, haha, it looks better this time!"

"I wonder how the Holy Buddha is doing now. His face must be ugly."

"I think even Li Guoshi may not be able to suppress the entire Chang'an alone..."

Amid everyone's discussion, the carriage continued to move forward.

At this moment, there was a sound of swords ringing, and dozens of Wanshou Palace disciples stood on the green mountain. Their long swords were unsheathed, and they flicked them with their hands. The Lingyun sword energy rippled through the sky, making a heroic move for the national master.

Longhu Mountain was even more ruthless. Following Zhang Qianyang's order, he directly invited the Three Treasures of the Patriarch.

"Taichong, if you need anything, just ask!"

Zhang Qianyang set up an altar, on which were placed the three treasures of dragon and tiger, the male and female swords of three and five slaying evils, the Yang Ping Zhi Du Gong Seal and the 24-pin Zhengyi Alliance power talisman.

The meaning is obvious, even if Longhushan's family fortune is emptied, he must help his disciples.

This time, he could be said to bet on the future of Longhu Mountain.

After hearing the master's words, the carriage finally stopped, the curtain opened, and Li Daoxuan slowly walked out. He put on a simple blue Taoist robe, but he still couldn't hide his celestial spirit.

People below the Yang Shen realm looked at him and felt that he was back to his original nature, natural and agile, and not too extraordinary.

But for monks in the Yang Shen Realm, after using the magic eye, they can see the bright fairy light blooming outside Li Daoxuan's body, as bright as the moon, as pure as glass.

Some gray-haired old monks were so excited that they burst into tears.

"Immortal, really an immortal!"

After so many years, someone in the Taoist sect finally overcame the tribulation and became an immortal again!

"Taichong meets the master!"

Li Daoxuan looked in the direction of his master and bowed in salute.

No matter what state he reaches in cultivation, his master will always be his master. This relationship between master and disciple is his most precious asset since he came to this world.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhang Qianyang was so excited that he said hello three times in a row.

After 12 years, the master and apprentice finally met again. It seemed like they had a thousand words to say, but they didn’t know where to say them.

"Meet Senior Brother!"

All the inner sects and true disciples of Longhu Mountain bowed to the man in green clothes at this moment, with excitement and admiration in their voices.

Zhang Weiyang waved his hand and shouted: "Senior Brother, you will definitely win!"

Although he was only taught by his senior brother for three years when he was young, he still has a deep memory of his senior brother, and his admiration for him in his bones cannot be erased.

Now he looks at his senior brother whose appearance has not changed and whose demeanor and demeanor are even better than before, and his heart is full of envy and yearning.

Li Daoxuan nodded and smiled at them.

However, at this moment, a Buddha's name rang out from Chang'an, like a big bell, echoing in all directions, showing his profound cultivation.

"Amitabha, Master Li, and the poor monk are waiting for you at Daxingshan Temple."

"I hope you can successfully reach the poor monk."

The voice was gentle and calm, but the domineering tone in it made everyone's expressions change.

When Li Daoxuan, the national master, came to Chang'an in person, the Holy Buddha did not even intend to show up. Instead, it was like a test, letting the other party come to him first.

The implication is that Li Daoxuan, who was once the invincible strong man in the world, is not taken seriously. There is a feeling of a superior senior, giving guidance and testing the younger generation.

Xiaoqing was very angry. The experiences of the past few days had made her deeply admire this master. When she heard that others looked down on him, she felt even more humiliated.

Bai Suzhen snorted coldly, her beautiful eyes showing a chill.

As long as the master gives the order, she will be able to live in peace for a long time!
"Taichong, do what you should do."

Zhang Qianyang was obviously irritated by that sleepy attitude, and nodded to Li Daoxuan.

"Yes, Master."

As the person involved, Li Daoxuan was not angry, but rather free and easy. He returned to the carriage with a calm and calm voice.

"Xiaobai, enter Chang'an."

There is no point in arguing with words. In the end, we still have to see the real deal.

"Yes, sir!"

The carriage continued to move forward and finally arrived at Chang'an City.

The city gate was closed tightly, and heavy crossbows were set up on the city wall, aiming at the carriage. The soldiers raised Tianleizi, a powerful gunpowder developed by Qin Tianjian.

There was a trace of struggle in their eyes.

The person sitting in that carriage was Li Daoxuan, the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty!

When the Tang army conquered the Turks, it was Li Guoshi who charged into the battle and killed the evil god. He saved countless lives of the Tang army and left behind legends one after another.

How can you be an enemy of the National Preceptor?
"Let it go, I tell you to let it go!"

The guard shouted loudly, but the soldiers remained silent.

"You don't respect military orders, do you want to rebel?"

The guard drew his sword, intending to kill people and establish his authority.

However, an arrow flew towards him, as fast as a meteor, and instantly pierced the center of his eyebrows. Blood splattered, and even the helmet made of fine iron could not stop it.

Xue Rengui came with a dusty face, handsome in silver armor and golden bow, with a white cloak flying.

After 12 years of absence, he has become a veritable famous general of the Tang Dynasty. Whether he is conquering the Turks, conquering Tuyuhun in the west, or accompanying Li Shimin in his expedition to Liaodong, his performance is extremely impressive.

Especially on the battlefield of Andi, Liaodong, General Liu Junqiong was besieged by the Goryeo army and could not escape. At this critical moment, Xue Rengui single-handedly charged into the army, beheaded the general and captured the flag, turning the tide from collapse.

It's like Zhao Zilong who led Cao's army seven times in and seven out during the Three Kingdoms period.

Since then, the three words Xue Rengui have been heard like thunder in the military.

Although he has not yet reached the peak of the Three Arrows Ding Tian Mountain, he is already a famous general of the Tang Dynasty.

"According to your Majesty's order, our Tang Dynasty swords and soldiers are not allowed to aim at the Imperial Guards. Everyone, put down your weapons and open the city gate!"

Under Xue Rengui's order, the city gate of Chang'an City, which had been closed for three days, was slowly opened to welcome the carriage.

A great war disappeared without a trace.

Xue Rengui had no time to take off his armor and walked down the city gate himself to perform a military salute.

"Welcome to the national teacher!"

All the soldiers also saluted, and the clash of armors echoed in Chang'an City like the sound of gold and stone.

"Welcome to the national teacher!!"

The prestige that Li Daoxuan had accumulated over the past ten years suddenly exploded at this moment. He opened the gate of Chang'an without saying a word or fighting a single soldier.

"The evil monk is unruly and brings trouble to the imperial court, so I ask the national master to take action to clear the emperor's side and kill the evil spirits!"

Xue Rengui's voice was sonorous and powerful.

A voice slowly sounded in the carriage.

"Brother Xue, I will definitely live up to my trust." Xue Rengui's body trembled, but the iron-clad man's eyes were a little moist.

The National Preceptor is still the same National Preceptor, and he has not forgotten himself.

Bai Suzhen nodded to him, then pulled the reins and drove the carriage in the direction of Daxingshan Temple.

Xue Rengui kept standing and watching until he lost sight of it, still standing there, refusing to leave.

……

The prosperous Chang'an seems particularly deserted today.

Especially when it comes to Zhuque Street, it is even more grand than it was built 12 years ago. It is nearly 150 feet wide, which is [-] meters when converted. It can accommodate forty carriages passing side by side, so it is also called 'Tianmen Street'.

Halfway through, the horse suddenly stopped and made an uneasy sound.

Xiaoqing and Bai Suzhen drew their swords at the same time.

The next moment, ten figures flew out from the ground, all dressed in black, with a sinister aura, and their eyes showed a strange blood color, as if they were possessed by a demon.

They were evil monks conquered by the Holy Buddha. Each one of them was stained with blood. They were forced to travel to a foreign country during the Li Daoxuan era.

Buddhism emphasizes putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately.

No matter how many people you have killed or how many bad things you have done, as long as you put down the butcher knife, you will not only no longer have to bear any responsibility, but you will also be able to achieve Buddhahood directly in one step.

Therefore, since Saint Buddha Nāvasāmei took charge of the bad people, many evil people have come to "lay down the butcher's knife". Not only did they not need to be hunted down, but they transformed into the bad people of the Tang Dynasty.

"It's strange, these people clearly know my reputation, why do they dare to come and die?"

Bai Suzhen was a little confused, but she and Xiaoqing immediately chose to take action.

These shrimp soldiers and crab generals are not worthy of letting the master take action.

Following the sound of two swords, a sword emitting white light and a sword emitting green light flew out, echoing each other to form a sword formation, turning into criss-crossing green and white sword lights.

Along the way, in addition to practicing, Li Daoxuan also helped them refining the sword.

To him, it was just a casual move, but it greatly increased the power of these two swords.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
As the sword light continued to flash, the corpses of the evil cultivators fell from the air, and ten heads rolled down, dying with their eyes open.

"It turns out that his mind has been manipulated. No wonder he dares to come and die."

Bai Suzhen snorted coldly and took back her sword, already seeing the clues.

These people are dead warriors. The demon monk sent them here to test the depth of the master.

She picked up the reins and was about to continue driving, but the horse suddenly neighed, appearing very panicked, its limbs were shaking violently, and finally it whimpered and foamed at the mouth, and it died of fear!

A figure appeared on the long street.

The moment he saw that figure, even Bai Suzhen, who had cultivated to the Yang God Realm and had the blood of a true dragon, felt awed and inexplicably frightened in her heart.

Xiaoqing's performance was even worse. She was trembling as if facing a natural enemy.

It was a kind of coercion hidden in the blood.

"Li Daoxuan, if you want to see the Holy Buddha, you must first pass this king's test!"

The blond hair danced wildly, and the burly body was like a giant, full of explosive power, especially those golden eyes, which seemed to contain endless energy, making it difficult to look directly at him.

The first of the Four Dharma Kings, Vajra Dharma King!
"Just you?"

Bai Suzhen was the first to take action, and Bai Yi's sword was as powerful as a thunderous giant, carrying the power of the torrential water and stabbing at the Vajra Dharma King.

Faced with this menacing blow, King Vajra actually reached out and grabbed the Bai Yi sword.

clang! !

Sparks flickered and Bai Yi's sword kept trembling, but it was difficult to break free.

Bai Suzhen's true form instantly appeared, turning into a white dragon about a hundred feet long, and grabbed Vajra Dharma King.

Looking at this white dragon, Vajra Dharma King's eyes burst out with light, and his stomach thundered.

He was actually hungry.

"Haha, you're here at a good time, I can give Grandpa and me an extra meal!"

After saying that, he rose into the air and revealed his true form.

It has antlers like a deer, hair like a lion, a head like a dragon, a neck like a snake, scales like a carp, and claws like a tiger. It looks like the legendary sacred beast Qilin, but it is more domineering and fierce than the Qilin.

The ancient ferocious beast—the Golden-haired Hound!

The Jong is a ferocious beast with a violent personality and likes to eat borneol brains. Legend has it that one Jong can fight three dragons and two dragons, and the golden-haired Jong is the overlord of the Jiao. Bodhisattva's mount.

This is also Vajra Dharma King's greatest confidence. Although he is also an evil god, his bloodline is extremely powerful and he has combat power comparable to that of a human immortal.

Roar!
Jin Maohuan and Bailong took off into the sky and fought in the sea of ​​clouds. For a moment, the wind and clouds were turbulent, there was lightning and thunder, and the entire city of Chang'an became dark.

After a while, Bailong was defeated and flew back from the air, transforming into Bai Suzhen again.

The golden retriever's hooves were flying in the air, chasing after him with such ferocious momentum that the wind and clouds changed their expressions.

Bai Suzhen didn't panic at all.

She was the one who took the initiative just now, wanting to fight with the opponent to hone herself. After all, she was poisoned after becoming Yang Shen, and she didn't make many moves.

"Master, Xiaobai has embarrassed you."

"It's okay."

The voice in the carriage was gentle and calm, and then, the curtain seemed to be blown by the breeze and fluttered gently.

The next moment, the mighty golden retriever suddenly let out a scream and fell directly from the air to the ground, causing the ground to shake.

I saw that there was a Taoist dressed in green on its back at some point, sitting cross-legged, with blue hair fluttering, and there seemed to be nebulae flowing in the eyes, which were dark and clear.

Jin Maohuan roared frequently, his energy and blood exploding like thunder, but he still couldn't stop his knees from bending.

With a loud rumble, the ground cracked.

The golden retriever knelt on all fours, as if carrying a thousand mountains, its muscles like a horned dragon burst, and golden blood seeped out of its scales.

"You frightened Pindao's horse to death. In that case, I will punish you as my mount and carry me to kill the monster monk."

The golden retriever still refused to admit defeat and roared again and again.

"Holy Buddha, save me!!!"

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, activated the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills, suppressed it firmly, and glanced in the direction of Daxingshan Temple.

"He must have prepared a big gift for me in the temple. How could he leave the temple to save you?"

"Jin Maofuan, have you ever thought... that you are the real dead man?"

Jin Maoyan's eyes widened with anger, and he wanted to refute, but he remembered what the Holy Buddha had said, telling him to test Li Daoxuan's strength first, and if he lost, he would immediately come to the rescue.

However, until now, the Holy Buddha has not taken action.

A kind of anger at betrayal burned in its heart.

boom!
The Eight-Nine Xuan Gong exerted force again, suppressing Jin Maohuan until he screamed repeatedly, and the bronze-headed iron bones made an overwhelmed sound, as if they would collapse in the next moment.

"Submit, or die."