Chapter 484: Thousands of magic weapons cannot withstand the White Tiger’s sword!
Hearing Li Daoxuan's words, a hint of anger flashed in Qianjizi's eyes.
"Wu Wen, Lao Zhu, let's fight him. Don't hide anything. Use all the tricks you have!"
"Hmph, let's fight him. I don't believe he can maintain this state forever."
"Let's attack together."
The five evil elders were all veterans who had experienced many ups and downs. Although they were frightened at the moment, after hearing Li Daoxuan's words, they understood the other party's strong murderous intent.
At this point, the only way out is to fight to the death and survive!
Even if I die, I must teach this arrogant boy a lesson he will never forget!
Zhu Lao Mo was the first to attack. His body became a little bigger. He opened his bloody mouth and spewed a black evil wind towards Li Daoxuan.
For a moment, Li Daoxuan was surrounded by darkness, flying sand and rocks, and it was difficult to see.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The huge body of Zhu Lao Mo started running and became even bigger. Every step he took made the earth tremble. Black light flowed on his two protruding fangs as they pushed towards Li Daoxuan's body.
These two fangs are the magic weapons he has been refining for many years. They are tempered with demonic energy, blood, evil spirit and filthy energy every day. They are specially used to break Taoist spells. They once pierced through a Taoist yang god and tore him into two halves.
Qianjizi also took action. He took out his trump card that he had treasured for many years, a magic weapon that looked like a rattle.
But this drum does not have any childishness at all, because the drum handle is carved from bones, the drumhead is covered with human skin, and a few small skulls are hung on it with the umbilical cord as a silk thread.
Ding ding!
As the rattle was shaken, an extreme resentment and hostility emerged and surged towards Li Daoxuan like a tide.
"Li Daoxuan, what do you think of my mother-and-child soul-stirring drum?"
Qianjizi's voice sounded, revealing a hint of pride. It was obvious that the Mother and Child Soul-Stirring Drum was his masterpiece and he had great confidence in it.
Facing the aggressive pig demon, Li Daoxuan was about to raise the Suzaku bow when a sharp drum sound rang in his ears, as if countless evil spirits were howling in his ears.
In a trance, he saw many evil spirits transformed from mothers and children rushing towards him. Some of the mothers had burn marks on their bodies, while others appeared on their children.
Violence, violence that soars to the sky!
The violent energy was so strong that it almost blocked out the stars in the sky. It seemed as if there were thousands of ghosts roaming in the night and demons coming out of the world in the entire Chang'an city.
Under Qianjizi's control, those ghosts rushed towards Li Daoxuan.
According to common sense, no matter whether it is a vengeful spirit or a fierce ghost, in front of Li Daoxuan who is half a step into the Yang God realm, they should retreat and stay away.
But no one knew what kind of abuse these ghosts had endured, and their resentment was the heaviest Li Daoxuan had ever seen in his life. When they saw him, they were not afraid at all, but instead pounced on him like crazy.
In just a moment, Li Daoxuan was submerged in this ocean of evil spirits.
The rising murderous energy even overshadowed the pure yang energy in his body, as if the vast ocean had extinguished the sun.
Seeing this scene, Qianjizi revealed a smug smile.
This mother and child soul-stirring drum is his most satisfying work in the past few decades. He has put in countless efforts and it has reached the level of a lower-grade spiritual treasure. He even used this drum to kill a yang god!
In order to refine this drum, he found thousands of mothers and children and placed each pair on a red-hot iron plate. Most of the mothers would choose to hold their children and let themselves be scalded to death, while a few would place their children under their feet in severe pain.
The souls who died in this way hate the heaven and the earth, have extremely strong resentment, and are not afraid even when facing the Yang Shen realm.
Qianjizi spent decades to make this drum. It is also his biggest trump card. Every time he uses it, he must offer a sacrifice with the blood of the Yang God!
"Li Daoxuan, admit defeat now—"
Qianjizi's words came to an abrupt end before he could finish. A brilliant mysterious light burst out among the thousands of ghosts, and a huge black tortoise shadow emerged, with a dragon head, a turtle tail, and a snake coiled on the turtle's back, accompanied by huge waves and a dark yellow sky for thousands of years.
Amid the flying ghosts, Li Daoxuan's eyes were cold and murderous, his black tortoise robe fluttered in the wind, and his slender fingers were already pressing on the hilt of the White Tiger sword at his waist.
Qianjizi felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He felt as if his neck had been split apart before the knife was even unsheathed.
Fortunately, at this moment a pig's cry was heard, and the old demon Zhu rushed towards Li Daoxuan with the force of thunder, with a strong demonic aura blooming on his sharp fangs.
Li Daoxuan had a cold expression, his long hair fluttering in the wind. He flicked his finger lightly, and the White Tiger Golden Sword came out of its sheath half an inch.
roar!
The tiger roared, and the golden evil spirit stirred up the wind and clouds in all directions, like Shura descending to the world, like a ghost or god resurrected!
Under the moonlight, a huge pig demon head flew up, with a hint of shock and confusion in its eyes, and a sticky liquid still secreting from its mouth.
Even the two fangs that had been tempered by him for hundreds of years, sharp and strong, were broken into several pieces, and the cuts were as smooth as mirrors.
Blood gushed out from the neck, and under the reflection of the moonlight, it looked like an extraordinary ink painting.
Li Daoxuan passed by the painting without even looking at the torn-off pig demon. Only the White Tiger Golden Sword in his hand was still dripping with blood under the moonlight.
In an instant, Zhu Lao Mo's body turned into a human form again and kept shaking on the ground. His strong vitality prevented him from dying immediately. Instead, he struggled and groped on the ground, trying to find his head.
He actually knew that the "Tian Peng Transformation" that he had practiced for his entire life had been broken by someone. Even if his head was reattached, he could only barely survive. However, his fear of death and his desire to survive made him unable to help but try to struggle.
At this moment, he finally understood why those people whose limbs he had cut off and used as food still begged for mercy even though they knew they were going to die.
The head of Zhu Lao Mo rolled on the ground and finally stopped in a corner, where a few people who were hiding for refuge were trembling.
“Save… me…”
Old Demon Zhu never dreamed that one day he would beg desperately to these two-legged sheep whom he looked down upon.
However, what responded to him were stones, sticks and black sickles.
…
Li Daoxuan held the White Tiger Golden Sword in his hand, and behind him was vaguely visible the shadow of a winged white tiger, looking mighty and domineering, roaring towards the sky.
The tip of the knife was bleeding.
His hair fluttered, and his eyes, sharper than a knife, looked at Qianjizi and said calmly, "Now, it's your turn."
Qianjizi trembled and looked to his side subconsciously.
"Five Plagues, hurry up and save——"
However, there was nothing there. The Five Plagues had disappeared at some point in time. Perhaps they had become invisible, or perhaps they had used some magic to transform themselves and hid in the city of Chang'an.
Li Daoxuan did not pay attention to the hidden Five Plagues for the time being, but looked at Qianjizi quietly and slowly raised the White Tiger Golden Sword in his hand.
roar!
The tiger's roar shook Chang'an, and the golden evil spirit became more intense. It seemed that the blood of Zhu Lao Mo made the spirit of the white tiger even more excited.
The White Tiger is the god of the West and represents war and evil spirits, so the token used to dispatch troops in ancient times was also called the tiger token.
Among the four saints, White Tiger is the most murderous!
There was a hint of despair in Qianjizi's eyes.
"Li Daoxuan, we can talk again!"
As he spoke, he used all the protective magic weapons he had accumulated, including a solid black armor shield, a top-grade gold armor, a black cover, and protective robes...
Li Daoxuan did not take action immediately, but watched him quietly as he set up various defensive magic weapons.
"Do you remember our conversation in Qianji Cave Heaven?"
As Li Daoxuan spoke, he swung the White Tiger Sword in his hand.
"I said, you evil cultivators, either do it or die."
clang!
The sound of swords shook the sky, golden light fell like a meteor, the Taibai star in the sky suddenly shone brightly, and then returned to normal. However, everyone in Chang'an seemed to see a winged white tiger bathing in the starlight.
A glimpse of beauty.
Li Daoxuan had already sheathed his sword, covering the edge of the White Tiger Golden Sword inch by inch, returning the world to silence.
But the Qianjizi in front of him had a thin red line on his neck.
Shields were shattered, armor was torn, shields were broken, clothes were torn, and people died.
With one knife, no matter how many magical weapons you have, they will all become scrap metal.
“You…you…”
Qianjizi tried hard to say something, but blood kept gushing out of his throat, making him unable to speak.
His pupils became dimmer and dimmer, like a candle in the wind.
Under normal circumstances, with his level of cultivation, he could have reattached his head even if it was chopped off, but unfortunately, it was the White Tiger Golden Sword that cut him down.
The golden evil spirit in the sword is as majestic as the sea and river. Even a great cultivator in the Yang God realm will be injured if it touches him, or die if it is touched!
With a click!
The red line on Qianjizi's neck spread rapidly, and his entire head fell to the ground. He tried hard to open his eyes, staring at Li Daoxuan with vicious eyes, trying to leave a curse.
However, the only thing that could be heard in the wind was Li Daoxuan's indifferent voice, which was also the last sentence Qianjizi heard in this world.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
…
The Three Realms Gourd took in the yang spirits of Qianjizi and Zhu Laomo. After their physical bodies died, their yang spirits were also severely damaged, becoming confused and unable to resist at all.
Li Daoxuan smiled faintly and said, "There are already four, and the last little mouse is missing."
Soon, he will be promoted to Yang God.
However, Li Daoxuan did not immediately look for the Five Plagues who were hiding, but first looked at the vengeful spirits of mother and child around him.
Draw talismans in the void and be reborn in Qingming.
Li Daoxuan directly opened the portal to the Qingming Realm and sent them all over to be dealt with by the Empress.
After all these souls were sucked away, the mother and child Soul-Shocking Drum also became dim and instantly turned from a low-grade spiritual treasure into an empty shell.
Li Daoxuan had no regrets. He crushed the evil drum that had harmed countless people in one step, turning it into dust completely.
Although it is a priceless low-grade spiritual treasure, Li Daoxuan is not tempted because the refining process of this drum is too evil and too infuriating.
Such a thing, let alone a spiritual treasure, even if it was an immortal weapon, Li Daoxuan would destroy it cleanly and efficiently.
After doing all this, he closed his eyes and began to look for the last of the Five Evil Elders.
The eye of heaven suddenly opened, like a bright moon hanging high in the sky, illuminating Chang'an.
After a few breaths, Li Daoxuan slowly opened his eyes and revealed a hint of a sneer. He raised the Suzaku bow and slowly pulled the bowstring. The red-gold flame condensed into an indestructible divine arrow.
The Vermilion Bird flapped its wings, and red flames surged to the sky.
"I found you."
…
Wu Wen had turned into a mouse at this moment, and hid in a household's outhouse. As a great cultivator in the Yangshen realm, the most powerful and prestigious one among the Five Evil Elders, he did not even mind the filth in the outhouse and jumped right into the pit.
Compared with life, what are shame and filth?
In order to escape, he and his brother endured so much humiliation and torture, but as long as he could save his life, he would always make those who were chasing him pay a heavy price!
He believed that Li Daoxuan was no exception.
As long as he was allowed to escape from Chang'an, he would stare at Li Daoxuan in secret like a poisonous snake, and even use the other party's friends and relatives as traps to lure Li Daoxuan away from Chang'an.
He also believed that after today, many people in this world would hope that Li Daoxuan would die, because many people would not be willing to have such an invincible existence in Chang'an City!
Li Daoxuan's enemy, Tang Dynasty's enemy...
Wu Wen's mind was racing like lightning, and he had already come up with several vicious schemes to deal with Li Daoxuan, but at this moment, he suddenly became alert and felt like he was being watched.
It was as if there were a pair of divine eyes above the dome, seeing clearly and taking in everything in the world.
Damn it!
Wu Wen cursed inwardly. He didn't expect that even though he had endured the humiliation and hid in the toilet, surrounded by feces and urine, the other party could still see him!
You know, these filthy things are the nemesis of many Taoist sects, and many Taoist techniques will fail when encountering these dirty things.
But Li Daoxuan seemed unaffected at all.
Wu Wen ran out of the toilet and transformed into a colorful poisonous spider. He quickly drilled into the beam of the house at lightning speed, trying to avoid Li Daoxuan's sight.
However, a stronger sense of crisis emerged, making me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles.
That is the sharpness of the Suzaku divine arrow.
The fear of death surged in his heart, and Wu Wen knew that escape was futile. Li Daoxuan's divine eye was even more powerful than the rumors said, and no changes could escape that eye.
After turning into a human form again, Wu Wen made up his mind and flew into the sky with two dolls in his hands.
It was the child of this family.
"Li Daoxuan, if you dare to do this, these two children will die—"
He paused before he finished speaking, his pupils were shocked, and he looked at the big hole in his chest in disbelief It was empty inside, and his heart had been burned to ashes by the flames.
The sound of the Vermillion Bird echoed throughout the sky.
The scorching Nanming Lihuo quickly devoured his body. Under the mysterious black robe was a face covered with rotten flesh and sores.
There was deep hatred in Wu Wen's eyes, and under the burning flames, he even revealed a vicious smile.
"Li Daoxuan, I will make you live in guilt for the rest of your life. I will make your Dao heart forever be overshadowed!"
The next moment, the two babies trembled, and the crying stopped abruptly. Their originally fair and tender faces began to rot and sore, becoming extremely terrifying.
"Haha, I injected thirty-three kinds of plague into their bodies. Li Daoxuan, you either kill them or wait for all the people of Chang'an to be buried with them, hahahaha!!!"
Wu Wen laughed crazily. Even though the Vermillion Bird's fire had already devoured half of his body, he didn't care at all. It seemed that he had already seen Li Daoxuan's regret and pain.
"Oh? Really?"
A cold voice sounded.
There were ripples in the space, and Li Daoxuan's figure suddenly appeared. The two dolls floated in front of him and had fallen into a coma.
On the ground, the child’s parents knelt and prayed, tears streaming down their faces.
"Please, Master, save my child!"
"They are less than two years old and have just learned to call their mothers..."
"Master, please have mercy!"
…
Li Daoxuan sighed and said, "Don't worry, your child will be fine."
After saying that, he raised the Qinglong staff in his hand and tapped the two children lightly.
Qinglong Yi Wood, creates countless things.
The next moment, the thirty-three diseases were absorbed into the Qinglong Staff, and the two children quickly returned to normal.
The Green Dragon Staff began to decay and wither, and turned into dust in a few breaths, but a green seed fell from it, took root in the soil, grew in the light, and in the blink of an eye grew into a vibrant Green Dragon wooden staff.
When Li Daoxuan returned the two babies to their parents' arms, the little ones were still snoring softly and sleeping soundly.
"No, it's impossible!"
Wu Wen couldn't believe it and tried to walk towards Li Daoxuan, but was completely devoured by the Suzaku Divine Fire. Before losing consciousness, he heard an indifferent voice.
"How can a summer insect talk about ice?"
