Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Clang!
As soon as Li Daoxuan finished speaking, two flying swords rushed out of the box. Fire mist spread thousands of miles, and red smoke rose into the sky, like two bright flames.

There are two Feiyan Swords, which once followed Luo Xuan, the Immortal in Flames, to shine in the Conferred Gods.

At that time, Luo Xuan fought alone against Yang Jian, Huang Tianhua, Lei Zhenzi, Tu Xingsun, Wei Hu and others. He dared to burn down the Xiqi military camp alone. After his death, he was named the Southern Three Qi Huode Xingjun Zhengshen, commanding the four Zhengshen of the Ministry of Fire. .

Now in the hands of Li Daoxuan, his power is still the same as before.

Just hearing two sword sounds, two magic swords that looked like red clouds soared into the sky, ignoring the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and charged into the group of Buddhas with the endless fire power.

"This sword should kill three thousand to reveal the truth."

The so-called Jieyi is the protector of Buddhism. In "Journey to the West", he is mainly responsible for silently guarding Tang Monk and recording the 81 disasters.

groan!
Under the firelight that filled the sky, Lingshan seemed to be ignited with flames. The temperature between the sky and the earth rose rapidly. Only the flames were visible in the sky, and figures continued to fall from the clouds, as if they were dropping dumplings.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Three thousand revelations fell like rain, fell to the ground and turned into charred stone statues, shattered into pieces.

"With this sword, I can kill another five hundred Arhats."

The two flying smoke swords crossed each other and penetrated into the auspicious cloud where the five hundred Arhats stood.

In an instant, the auspicious clouds emitting Buddha's light were burned red. The Arhats groaned and tried to break out of the heavy fire mist. However, their eyes were burned out in an instant, and they became disoriented, like headless flies.

In just a few breaths, copper liquid fell from the sky and poured into Daxingshan Temple.

Five hundred Arhats have been burned into molten copper.

"Monster, die!"

The four great Bodhisattvas arrived, each showing their magical powers. Manjusri Bodhisattva offered a diamond sword, Guanyin Bodhisattva held a jade vase, trying to put Li Daoxuan into the vase, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva held the lion seal, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva held the wheel seal.

In addition, the third Buddha also chose to take action. A green lantern lit up on the top of the ancient Buddha's head, shining for eternity, pulling Li Daoxuan's soul. Sakyamuni Buddha pressed his golden palm, and Maitreya Buddha sacrificed the human race. bag.

Li Daoxuan couldn't help but marvel at the lifelikeness of these Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, their spiritual light, and the Buddhist charm in their movements.

That is to say, he does not believe in Buddhism. Otherwise, if he were a Buddhist disciple here, he would have to do some psychological preparation first if he wanted to take action.

But it's a pity...what's fake is just fake. No matter how realistic it is, it's not true after all.

"Sword Six, Xuanyuan!"

Clang!
Another sword flew out from the box, and the golden sword energy hung upside down like the Milky Way, manifesting the vision of fishermen, woodcutter, farmers, sun, moon, mountains and rivers. For a moment, the entire Chang'an City seemed to be moving, and the power of humanity was like a vast torrent. Under the leadership of this holy sword, he rushed towards the seemingly invincible Buddha and Bodhisattva.

If it were in other places, Xuanyuan Sword might not be that powerful, but this is Chang'an, the most prosperous imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty.

In an instant, the four great Bodhisattvas made a crisp sound and disappeared one after another, like bubbles in a dream.

The third generation Buddha was also destroyed by the golden sword energy and was in danger.

Li Dao

The golden Buddha's blood swayed and fell on the Flying Smoke Sword, making a roaring sound and being instantly evaporated into golden mist. Combined with the blazing flames, it really seemed like the sword was being tempered and practiced.

Finally, as Li Daoxuan sheathed his sword, the three divine swords flew back to the sword box with a clanging sound. The sword energy was restrained and the light was deep, just like ordinary iron. This was the self-obstruction of divine objects.

The dragon chanting sword box closed automatically, became small again and flew back into Li Daoxuan's sleeve.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his green clothes fluttering, and smiled faintly.

"Thank you, Holy Buddha, for helping the poor Taoist sword to sharpen."

……

In the capital, the monks who were watching were dumbfounded.

When the three thousand enlightenments, five hundred Arhats and Bodhisattva Buddha appeared, they were already very shocked and marveled at the amazing handwriting of the Holy Buddha.

However, Li Guoshi penetrated Lingshan with one sword, and saw the truth falling like rain, the Arhat turned into copper juice, the Bodhisattva turned into nothing, and the Buddha's golden body disappeared.

This scene is really amazing.

The people in the Taoist sect had fiery eyes and felt extremely happy, while the Buddhist monks looked as if they were mourning for their heirs, and their faces were pale.

Although they all know that they are not the real Buddhas in Lingshan, the charm is so similar that even eminent monks and great virtues cannot see the flaws for a while.

Countless people have firmly remembered the fluttering green clothes. In a trance, their memories seem to have returned to the era 12 years ago, when all the heroes bowed and one person was inferior.

At this moment, they finally confirmed one thing.

That person is indeed back.

The disciples of Wanshou Palace were so intoxicated by what they saw, their faces flushed with excitement, as if it was not Li Daoxuan who killed the group of Buddhas with the sword, but them.

As a lineage of sword cultivators, they have an almost obsessive love for swords.

At this moment, in their eyes, Li Daoxuan is undoubtedly the strongest swordsman in the world, no weaker than Patriarch Xu Xun back then.

It is a blessing for sword cultivators to have such a powerful swordsman in the world.

Zhang Qianyang laughed loudly, silently put away the three treasures of dragon and tiger, and became energetic. He swept away the worries and nervousness before, and smiled at the disciples: "I have known for a long time that Taichong will be fine!"

"Look, am I right?"

Zhang Wei Yang quietly rolled his eyes.

This old man has the toughest mouth in his body. Who was pinching his thigh nervously just now?

Mother didn’t talk about him either?

"This kid Taichong, when I saw him back then, I felt that he was extraordinary and would become a great weapon in the future, so I gave him the White Dragon Sword."

Liu Ningyan nodded and said with a smile: "He really did not disappoint me."

Zhang Weiyang was speechless for a moment, Mom, why are you like dad?And why does that kind look look like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law?
He turned around to find someone to talk to, but saw all the disciples in Longhu Mountain staring at the figure in green with unabashed admiration in their eyes.

If he hadn't been sure that he was the only direct descendant of the Heavenly Master in Longhu Mountain, Zhang Weiyang might have thought that his position as a Heavenly Master in the future would be in doubt...

Daxingshan Temple.

"Master mighty!"

The golden retriever wags its tail, as if it has turned into a golden retriever, waving the flag and shouting.

After witnessing the shocking scene just now, it completely realized the gap between itself and the master, and finally recognized the reality, and its mentality has undergone a huge change.

What's wrong with being a mount?
With the mountains at your back, who dares to bully you?
"Monk, I have accepted this great gift from you. If you don't come out again, don't blame the poor Taoist for catching you."

The scar on Li Daoxuan's eyebrows opened slightly, revealing a ray of golden light.

But before he could fully open his eyes, a figure in white walked out, with deep eyes, broad nose, and an indifferent temperament. Those green eyes seemed to be shining with gleaming light, staring at Li Daoxuan quietly.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has really underestimated the national master. Huo Dexingjun's Feiyan Sword and Huangdi's Xuanyuan Sword. The national master is really good at making things happen."

The last time he and Li Daoxuan had a confrontation in Yaksha's memory, he was relieved when he found that the other party only had human-immortal cultivation.

The Lingshan formation set up this time was enough to kill the killing immortal. He prepared it carefully just to build momentum for himself.

Summoning gods and Buddhas from all over the sky to help, and beheading the current imperial master. With such methods, who would dare to resist his authority again in the future?
It's a pity that the good show he designed was ruined by Li Daoxuan with overwhelming force.

The other party's magic weapon was beyond his imagination.

Li Daoxuan stared at the holy Buddha, who was known as the reincarnation of Venerable Ananda, with deep eyes.

"In the 19th year of Zhenguan, you went to Longhu Mountain, broke my junior sister's sword, and injured my master at my master's birthday banquet?" Nai Posamei clasped his palms together and said, "Exactly."

"In the 20th year of Zhenguan, you sent people to sneak attack Xiaobai and injured Sister Yu?"

"Yes."

"In the 21st year of Zhenguan, it was you who presented the elixir of longevity, bewitched His Majesty, separated the Hidden Dragon from the bad guys, and issued an order to eliminate demons?"

"Yes, the people Li Guoshi talks about are all poor monks."

Facing Li Daoxuan, who had just killed a group of Buddhas with his sword, Naosha Meni looked very calm. He was dressed in white and had a graceful demeanor, showing off the demeanor of a divine monk.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly.

I don't know why, but there was an inexplicable chill in the heart of Nai Wansimi. Just as he was about to speak, his pupils suddenly condensed, and a bright golden light bloomed all over his body.

"and many more--"

clang! ! !
With a loud noise, the whirling figure flew back like a cannonball, smashing walls one after another, and finally hit a huge ancient clock.

Boom!
The bell trembled, and the bronze bell that had been hanging in Daxingshan Temple for decades instantly shattered into pieces, burying his figure.

Li Daoxuan flicked his wrist, his voice indifferent.

"Fight first, talk later."

The two of them are fighting to the death, and today one of them must stand and the other must lie down.

There is no point in talking at this moment. Even if you want to ask something, you have to get rid of the bad breath in your heart first.

But this bald donkey has a pretty strong body.

Whoa!

The whirling sound flew out from the fragments of the ancient bell, no longer the demeanor of the aloof and eminent monk before.

His whole body glowed with golden light, as if he were covered with gold foil, and was filled with a kind of pure, wise and immortal Buddhist charm. Looking from a distance, it really seemed as if Venerable Ananda was here in person.

However, the white clothes on his upper body were blown to pieces, and there was a fist mark about three inches deep on his chest, which was slowly recovering.

Something was obviously wrong with his sleepy eyes. He stared at the fist mark on his chest, his eyes flashing with golden light.

How could a mere human being harm his golden body?
Although this golden body has consumed a lot of power in order to leave Lingshan, it is by no means the kind of terrifying power that human immortals can hurt...

The situation seemed to be beyond his expectation.

"Li Daoxuan...who are you?"

Nai Po Sua Mei stared at him closely, showing suspicion.

It is impossible for a human monk to have such a physical body, and he also guessed that he escaped from Lingshan, so he obviously knew something.

Could it be that the reincarnation of a certain powerful person has now awakened his memory?

At the thought of this, fear emerged in his heart.

"Li Daoxuan, there are no gods and Buddhas now. Why don't you and I join hands to re-establish the order of heaven and earth and take charge of the human world? The poor monk promises you that he can share half of the immortality elixir he refines with you."

Jin Maohuan immediately said angrily: "Bald Donkey, you told me the same thing before!"

Even though he was wearing a golden body, his face seemed to be darkened.

What he regrets most now is why he didn't kill this golden retriever earlier. These resurrected evil gods will never come to fruition after all.

He sent a message to seduce: "Li Daoxuan, those elixirs of immortality are enough for you and me to reach the immortal realm."

Heavenly wonderland!
Even in the era when gods and Buddhas still existed, he was considered a big boss and an absolute mainstay. As for today's world, he is a symbol of invincibility.

This was definitely a huge temptation, but Li Daoxuan just smiled coldly.

"There was once a person who said something similar to me."

He thought of Moro in black. Even though Nao Posamei was wearing white clothes, he still couldn't change the evil in his heart.

The black-robed Mara and the white-robed Holy Buddha are essentially the same kind of people.

"But now, he is dead. I killed him three times and three times. He died miserably."

Li Daoxuan looked at him, with a chilling and fierce light in his nebula-like eyes.

He smiled slightly, his teeth white as snow.

"Sorry, I just want to beat you to death."

boom!
The earth cracked open inch by inch, like an earth dragon turning over. The entire Daxingshan Temple was rumbling, and the ground veins of Chang'an City were shifted.

And all this was only because of Li Daoxuan's kick.

His figure was incredibly fast, the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques were operating, and the powerful physical power was pushed to the extreme at this moment, and his energy and blood were like a ten thousand-foot-long Milky Way, drowning the sun and the moon.

After returning from heaven to the human world, this was the first time he used the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques at full power.

The eyes of Nai Po Sua Mei suddenly condensed, and she actually reacted, holding the fearless lion seal with her hand, and the Buddha's light around her body was as bright as the sun.

Roar!
A mighty and domineering golden lion appeared in the void, opened its mouth and roared at Li Daoxuan, the sound was like thunder, specializing in the soul.

He had seen the terror of Li Daoxuan's physical body, so he turned to attack his soul.

It has to be said that with his quick reactions and rich experience in facing enemies, he can definitely be regarded as an extremely strong person.

However, Li Daoxuan was unmoved. With firm eyes and flying black hair, he directly tore the golden lion apart, and with the force of wind and thunder, he came to the sleeping person.

"Om Mani Ba—"

The expression on Nai Po Sua Mei's face changed, and spring thunder suddenly burst out of her tongue. She wanted to shout out the six-character Buddhist mantra and use her magical power, but a brilliant thunder light appeared and suppressed the Buddha's light.

Under the thunder method, Li Daoxuan became faster again and punched him in the mouth.

Let you recite sutras?

Noisy!

That whirling body soared into the sky like a cannonball, even causing sparks to rub against the air because of its speed.

Li Dao , the sound of gold and stone shook the sky.

"Li Daoxuan——"

clang!
"Don't make me—"

clang!
"Om mani——"

clang!
"Dawei Tianlong——"

clang!clang!clang!clang……

In Chang'an, countless monks' scalps were numb and they looked up at the clouds in disbelief.

Holy Buddha... is being beaten?

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