Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Early July, Lanruo Temple.

The traces of being baptized by thunder before have completely disappeared. Instead, it is dotted with many red lanterns and the fragrance of makeup and powder.

The female ghosts danced gracefully in the hall, some with blood stains still remaining on the corners of their mouths. Stimulated by the blood, they danced more cheerfully, and their sweet laughter came and went, making people think.

Grandma Dryad sat in the hall, squinting her eyes and smiling without saying a word.

At midnight, a gust of evil wind suddenly blew, and a black shadow flew into Lanruo Temple. Seeing the beautiful female ghosts dancing around, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lower lips.

The appearance of the old demon from Montenegro was definitely not good-looking. He was dressed in black robes, had a green face and fangs, and was very ferocious. His eyes were flashing with a faint green light, as if there were will-o'-the-wisps burning in them.

The moment he appeared, all the female ghosts looked evasive and fearful.

"Grandma, what day is it today? Why is it so lively?"

The old Black Mountain demon couldn't help but ask. His voice was very hoarse, as if two rough rocks were rubbing against each other.

Grandma Dryad smiled slightly and said: "The day I kill you."

The old demon from Heishan was stunned for a moment, then showed a bit of anger, lowered his face, and said angrily: "Old Sophora Tree, if you have the ability, can you say it again?"

After all, he is also the prince of the underworld who has separatized the Netherworld and dominated the city of vain death. He has been cultivating the Yang God for thousands of years. Although the tree demon is also the Yang God, it is only in the early stage. He entered the later stage as early as 300 years ago.

Although he has not yet become an immortal, looking at the world, except for a few people, no one else is looked down upon by him.

The tree demon grandma of Lanruo Temple has some strength, but that's all.

Grandma Dryad smiled faintly. It was no longer an indistinguishable male and female voice, but a gentle and clear male voice.

"Heishan, please take a look, who am I?"

The old Black Mountain demon was shocked when he heard this voice. When he turned into a crow and went to the palace to steal the soul of Queen Changsun, he was chased by a little Taoist priest and snatched it back.

Later, the little Taoist priest's reputation became bigger and bigger, and now he has even cultivated to become an immortal, and he will be the best, overlooking the world.

"Lee Daoxuan!!!"

There was a hint of panic in his hoarse, dull voice.

Immediately afterwards, Grandma Dryad transformed into a handsome Taoist in white clothes and gold belt. She still looked the same as before, but her eyes became darker and deeper.

It made the old demon from Montenegro shudder.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and was about to run away. However, when he turned around, he was horrified to find that there was another female ghost somewhere. She was clearly black and white, impermanent, with a bull's head and a horse's face, and even the Tenth Palace Yama came personally.

And Lanruo Temple has also become the underworld.

"Heishan, you occupied the City of Vain and harmed countless people. Do you think you are guilty?"

King Qin Guang of the Ten Halls of Hell rebuked angrily. He frowned and held the scepter in front of his chest with both hands. His character was most jealous of evil. The most important thing was that the city was in vain, and it was originally under his jurisdiction.

The old demon of Heishan was originally a spirit cultivated in a mountain in the underworld. He had seen the majesty of these ghosts and gods. At this moment, he was shocked and frightened.

"Fake, it's all fake!"

"It must be your illusion!"

Heishan gritted his teeth, ignored those ghosts and gods, and flew outside.

However, a chain with a faint light flew out, as if suppressed by some kind of rules, it easily tore apart Heishan's monster body and penetrated its bones.

"It's a death hook!"

Hei Wuchang smiled coldly, stretched out his hand and pulled him back, blood dripping down the iron chain.

However, the old demon from Black Mountain was a great demon with profound knowledge after all. After struggling hard, he was able to break free from the life-threatening hook.

At this moment, Bai Wuchang swung the big stick in his hand and hit the old Black Mountain demon on the head.

"Monster, you can catch him without a fight!"

Strangely enough, the big stick didn't hit hard, and it didn't have any power. It was just an ordinary knock, which made the old demon from Montenegro shake his soul, his consciousness was muddled, and he actually had the urge to cry loudly. Mana cannot be mobilized for a while.

"The mourning stick is real, you are all real!"

The old demon from Montenegro almost collapsed. He recognized the death hook and mourning stick, and had no doubt about the identity of these ghosts and gods.

Hei Wuchang dragged the life hook like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, dragging it in front of King Qin Guang.

"Please ask the King of Hell to deal with it!"

King Qin Guang's voice was indifferent and high-pitched, full of majesty.

"Thrown into this prison, he will be hanged upside down, his eyes gouged out, his bones scraped, his nose cut off, and his heart dissected!"

"No, no!!!"

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and his figure gradually faded away.

On a moonlit night, the crow cried, and there was silence in Lanruo Temple. The surrounding area was as black as carbon, and no ghosts or gods could be seen.

Sister Yu, Yan Chixia, and Ning Caichen all stood next to Li Daoxuan, looking at the painting in his hand, with eyes filled with brilliance, or with expressions of admiration and shock.

What I saw in the painting was the underworld of the underworld, with the ten palaces of Yama sitting high, black and white impermanence standing sideways, and the underworld soldiers and ghost officials dragging the old demon from Montenegro into the hell, undergoing cruel tortures one after another.

Tiangang's great magical power - mediate good fortune!

Ning Caichen found it incredible and said: "The painting... the painting can actually move?"

He stretched out his hand to touch it, but the next moment, a ghostly hand suddenly stretched out from the flat scroll, as if it was going to burst the paper, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind Li Daoxuan.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, with the way of the old Black Mountain demon, you can't escape from this painting."

Yan Chixia said with emotion: "The creation in the painting traps and kills the Yang God. Is this the method of the immortal family?"

He was originally complacent about his progress in swordsmanship, but now when he compared with Li Daoxuan, he desperately found that the gap between him and himself had become even wider.

Chen Ziyu glanced at Li Daoxuan and said nothing.

"Just like the demon monk, I will use the soul-searching technique after the old Black Mountain demon has endured a lot of torture and his spirit has completely collapsed."

Li Daoxuan quietly watched Heishan being tortured in the painting, calm and relaxed, as if everything was under control.

"Brother Li, what's going on in the painting now? I, I don't dare to look at it."

Ning Caichen seemed to be frightened just now, hiding behind Li Daoxuan, not daring to open his eyes.

Chen Ziyu despised him even more when she saw this.

Li Dao heart.

dong dong!

dong dong!

A living heart beat in the palm of his hand, and blood spilled all over the floor.

A voice sounded faintly behind Li Daoxuan.

"Brother Li, is this how you break your heart?"

……

In Chang'an City, Changle, who has been named King Chen, is anxiously waiting for news.

At midnight, Yulong came in a hurry and handed her some old yellowed notes.

"Your Highness, we have the result. Take a look at this!"

Changle quickly looked at it. After reading the content on the note, she was shocked and said: "No, Master has been deceived!"

She quickly sat down and started writing quickly. The first sentence at the beginning was——

"Master, be careful, Ning Caichen is lying!"

After a moment, she watched the message crane turn into light and fly out. She prayed silently, hoping that the news would be delivered to the master in time.

……

"Brother Li, is this how you break your heart?"

Ning Caichen held his still-beating heart. Although his voice remained unchanged, his whole temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Indifferent, lofty, majestic, and a touch of joy.

The terrifying demonic energy was raging, and the bright moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds in an instant. The demonic energy in Lanruo Temple was like waves in a storm.

The demonic intent, as deep as the abyss, even made the insects, rats, and ants around Lanruo Temple become violent and cruel. Their pupils were blood-red, and they seemed to be going crazy and eating the same kind, biting and scaring their bodies.

Chen Ziyu let out a shrill scream, rushed over to support the shaky Li Daoxuan, and looked at Ning Caichen's eyes full of murderous intent, and the red dress was dripping with blood.

It's not hers, but Li Daoxuan's.

Yan Chixia was shocked by this amazing reversal.

"Ning Caichen...it turns out...you are the stranger who pointed out Li Zhi, and you...took away Sister Yu's human soul."

"The tree demon...is actually your subordinate."

Li Daoxuan turned pale and said while coughing up blood.

Ning Caichen stared at him quietly, with a terrifying indifference in his eyes, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of eternity and read all the worldly worlds.

"Li Daoxuan, I will send you away from this world."

Li Daoxuan kept coughing up blood and became weaker and weaker, but he still shook his head and said: "No, there is one more thing I can't understand."

"Which point?"

"You are not Ning Caichen, who are you?"

Li Daoxuan covered his heart while staring at him, and continued: "Can you let me understand?"

Ning Caichen was silent for a moment, his voice still calm.

"no."

Unlike most people who like to brag after a successful plot, he has no desire to talk and reaches out to crush the heart that is still beating tenaciously.

"Nameless and formless, neither empty nor real, the golden body is immortal, the spirit comes out of the body, kill!!!"

Yan Chixia's eyes widened in anger, and her soul turned into golden light and came out of her body. It merged with the Dragon-Slaying Divine Sword and struck at Ning Caichen.

Although he knew that there was a huge gap between himself and the opponent, he did not flinch at all. He stood up in front of Li Daoxuan and risked his life to thrust out this soul-stirring sword!
For a moment, Xingyue was attracted by the sword energy, and her brilliance dropped, falling into the sword, adding even more power.

However, Ning Caichen didn't even look at it and waved his bloody hand casually.

boom!
The Dragon-Slaying Divine Sword was broken into several pieces, Yan Chixia's soul disappeared into thin air, and his physical body fell straight down, without breathing or heartbeat.

The divine sword that moved forward without even piercing his sleeve.

Ning Caichen was as relaxed as if he had just swatted a fly to death.

He walked towards Li Daoxuan step by step, and the red clothes stood in front of him.

"It's a pity that you could have had a romantic marriage with me. This was a blessing you had cultivated over several lifetimes, but now you have no chance."

Facing Chen Ziyu, Ning Caichen shook his head slightly, then flashed and walked past her.

Chen Ziyu stood there blankly, a subtle red line slowly appeared on her neck, and then she fell to the ground, her clothes stained with blood.

Li Daoxuan didn't look very sad. He stood up staggeringly and sighed.

"pity……"

"What a pity?"

Ning Caichen paused, frowned slightly, looked at Li Daoxuan's expression, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Li Daoxuan slowly raised his eyes and showed a meaningful smile.

"It's a pity that I didn't come up with many useful words."

Ning Caichen's eyes narrowed, and he finally realized something. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his face becoming more and more gloomy.

He stretched out his hand and tore it apart like a piece of cloth.

The world around him disappeared, revealing another bright moon, and another Li Daoxuan, Chen Ziyu and Yan Chixia standing beside him intact.

Yan Chixia snorted coldly and scolded: "So it's really you!"

Ning Caichen looked at the scroll that was split into two pieces at his feet and was silent for a long time.

Picture in picture!
……

There was actually a brother who guessed that Ning Caichen was the real culprit behind the scenes, amazing!