Chapter 165: Erlang’s Heavenly Eye, golden light subdues demons!
Li Daoxuan finally understood why every generation of the headmaster of Longhu Mountain was a Heavenly Master, but only the founder Zhang Daoling became one of the four recognized Heavenly Masters in Taoism.
To be respected as the Heavenly Master by the people of the world, in addition to profound cultivation and amazing supernatural powers, the most important thing is to have a saintly heart that is willing to save the world and sacrifice oneself for justice.
For example, Zhang Daoling, who could have ascended to become an immortal long ago, was willing to stay in the human world and kill the six demon kings and eight ghost generals.
When he finally ascended to heaven, he also left behind his three-five evil-slaying swords, male and female. The male sword served as a magic sword passed down by the Heavenly Master, while the female sword was placed in the Jiegui Well to intimidate the demons in the world.
Like Xu Xun, who spent his entire life subduing demons and monsters, and even refused to give face to Guanyin.
Li Daoxuan took one last look at Xu Qingxuan, and he finally understood what the other party had done. To Xu Qingxuan, the four words "descendants of Heavenly Master" were more important than his life.
In this world, there are Yangshen masters who are indifferent to everything that happens, and there are also sword immortals like Xu Qingxuan who are proud and fearless of life and death.
Li Daoxuan sighed in his heart, then pulled up his master and swam upstream.
He admired Xu Jianxian, but ultimately he could not do what Xu Jianxian did, to sacrifice his life for justice.
Countless strands of black hair 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 retracted her hair and looked at the dazed master and disciple, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
The next moment, the bottom of the Xihe River was swept up by sword energy, and the figures of a dragon and a man could be vaguely seen.
The river was turbulent, as if giant beasts were fighting underwater.
Faintly, one can hear the roar of a dragon and the clanging of a sword.
boom!
A stream of sword energy shot up into the sky, cutting Xihe River in half, revealing the figure of Xu Qingxuan. A long river of sword energy lingered around him, his white eyebrows were dripping with blood, and the whole person looked like a divine sword that had gone through thousands of trials and tribulations and was finally unsheathed, bursting with a stunning edge!
Li Daoxuan's Chixia Sword kept shaking in the box, as if responding to the sword immortal's call.
And that terrifying dragon was covered with wounds and sword marks, as if it was being beaten by Xu Qingxuan.
Li Daoxuan's eyes showed a glimmer of joy, and he said, "Master, Xu Jianxian seems to be winning!"
Zhang Qianyang was not very excited, but his eyes were full of emotion.
"You get what you ask for, Crazy Sword, you finally took that step."
"Master, which step?"
"Yang Shen."
Zhang Qianyang looked at his old friend, seeing his purple robe gradually being stained red by blood, his eyes revealed a trace of vicissitudes.
It seemed as if I had recalled the days when we were full of vigor and vitality and slayed demons together.
At this moment, Zhang Qianyang was both happy and sad for him.
Xu Qingxuan had a fiery temper and hated evil. In the past, in order to slay demons, he often forced out his blood and essence, was injured frequently, and even damaged his foundation .
Otherwise, with his amazing talent in swordsmanship, why did he waste decades before becoming only a half-step Yang God?
Today he tried his best, like a divine sword that was unsheathed without regrets, and with his sharp spirit, he finally cut off the shackles of Yang Shen and got a glimpse of the road to becoming a sword immortal.
But success and failure came here.
Hearing the truth in the morning, he died in the evening.
Sure enough, after an unknown amount of time, the water of the West River that had been cut apart by the sword energy closed up again, the sound of the sword under the water became dimmer, and the sound of the dragon's roar became increasingly louder.
A piece of bloodstained purple cloth floated up, the blood was as red as cinnabar, and it did not fade at all after being washed by the river water.
The Chixia Sword in Li Daoxuan's box let out a mournful cry, as if mourning the death of a sword immortal.
…
On a small hill, the disciples of Wanshou Palace were waiting anxiously. Suddenly, the magic swords in their hands wailed and trembled in unison.
Wu Qiubai felt the sorrow coming from the Qingxia Sword, and seemed to understand something in his heart.
Two lines of tears flowed from his eyes at some point, and he wiped them away without making a sound.
He had anticipated this result, yet was caught off guard.
In a trance, he remembered that when he was a little Taoist boy, he once asked his master where his master had gone.
The master took him to a simple tomb and said that his master was inside.
At the same time, his uncles and uncles are also buried here.
The master touched his head and said with a smile: "One day, the master will also go here. By then, you have to grow up quickly and support this family."
…
Li Daoxuan looked at the blood-stained purple cloth. For some reason, a nameless hot blood boiled in his heart and rushed to his eyebrows.
He felt the third eye between his eyebrows getting hotter and hotter, as if something was about to burst out.
The magical power of Master Erlang's Clairvoyance is divided into three realms. The first realm is to break delusion, which can dispel illusions and illusions. The second realm is golden light, which can emit golden light to subdue demons. The third realm is the cave of heaven, which can peek into the long river of time and space and gain insight into the secrets of heaven.
Since Li Daoxuan opened his third eye, he has often practiced this supernatural power, but the bloodline power is different from other supernatural powers and progress is extremely slow.
Therefore, he was still a long way from the second level of golden light, but for some reason, perhaps influenced by Xu Qingxuan, his blood boiled and his divine eye ability began to advance by leaps and bounds.
He had some understanding. Perhaps the cultivation of the divine power of clairvoyance did not rely on long-term hard work, but on the intense impact of emotions?
The space between his eyebrows became hotter and hotter, and his third eye opened automatically, shining brightly, with wisps of golden light quietly brewing.
Li Daoxuan let out a cry of pain, he knelt on the ground, covering his forehead with his hands, wishing he could dig out that eye.
The breakthrough of bloodline supernatural power is not that simple, but requires going through extraordinary torture and pain. Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian also went through the same process.
"Disciple, what's wrong with you?"
"Li Daoxuan!"
The voices of Master and Sister Yu sounded at the same time, but Li Daoxuan was no longer able to think. All his energy was used to fight the pain.
At this moment, the wounded dragon rushed out of the water again, opened its bloody mouth and bit towards Li Daoxuan.
It was seriously injured and had to recover its strength, otherwise even if it entered the Gan River, there would be no hope of transforming into a dragon.
However, it felt the source of the dragon's vitality this time, which was the young Taoist priest on the shore. There was some amazing power hidden in the Taoist priest's body. If it could be devoured, it would be able to replenish its vitality.
roar!
Seeing that the dragon was about to swallow Li Daoxuan, Zhang Qianyang's eyes showed determination. He took out the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal and prepared for a desperate fight.
No matter what, I can't let my disciple die here!
But at this moment , countless strands of green hair suddenly grew and wrapped around the dragon.
The dragon shook violently, and its sharp scales cut off Chen Ziyu's black hair, and continued to bite towards Li Daoxuan.
Zhang Qianyang pinched his fingers and chanted a spell, and lightning flashed in his eyes again. He was determined to continue to attract lightning, even at the risk of death.
But a figure was one step faster than him.
Chen Ziyu held the jasper hairpin in her hand and rushed towards the dragon without hesitation. Her black hair was like a waterfall, her red skirt was like fire, and her eyes like autumn water were particularly determined.
She looked back at Li Daoxuan with a hint of nostalgia and regret.
With a roar, the fiery red figure was swallowed by the dragon, and a broken jade hairpin fell from the sky.
Li Daoxuan looked at this scene and felt as if a volcano erupted in his heart, and then released from the third eye between his eyebrows.
A dazzling golden light shot out from his heavenly eye, rushing straight into the Dou Palace and illuminating the sky!
roar!
The dragon let out a painful roar, and its hard scales were pierced directly by the golden light, revealing a deep wound. The boiling dragon blood was evaporated by the golden light and turned into a charred black.
