Chapter 547: Move the stars and change the constellations, seal the sky and lock the earth!
Hearing Sun Simiao's words, Li Daoxuan frowned slightly.
The plague god hiding in the dark found it inexplicable and absurd.
The other party was just an insignificant person in the Qigong realm. In his eyes, he was not even as good as an ant. The only thing worth praising was the dazzling golden light of merit.
This shows that the other person is a person of great virtue.
Most ghosts and gods would stay away from such people and would not dare to offend them.
Maybe in a few decades, when the other person dies, he will turn to Shintoism and achieve godhood, and by then he might even be your superior.
But now the heaven is gone, and when people die, they are dead. Without chance and luck, it is difficult to achieve godhood through reincarnation.
Therefore, although the God of Plague was a little afraid of the old man in gray, he did not feel any danger and even felt like laughing.
A mere Qigong master dares to attack gods?
What on earth is going on in this world?
Li Daoxuan stared at Sun Simiao's thin but determined figure. When their eyes met, he seemed to feel some kind of power and said, "Senior Sun, is there anything I can do for you?"
Under normal circumstances, no matter how superb Sun Simiao's medical skills were or how great his merits were, he could never be a match for the gods.
"Master Li, please lock the God of Plague into this medicine bowl. I have my own way to get rid of it."
"good."
Li Daoxuan did not hesitate at all. The next moment, he pinched the Taoist seal with his hand, and the wooden hairpin that tied his hair broke into pieces. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and a look of vicissitudes appeared in his star-like eyes.
It feels like being in the universe, observing the movement of the sun, moon and stars.
Tiangang's great magical power, moving stars and changing constellations!
In an instant, the surrounding space solidified, as if it was tied up by billions of invisible chains, and everything fell into a state of stillness.
Even the hazy miasma turned into particles and solidified.
With Li Daoxuan as the center, the sky and the earth lost their color, the wind and clouds were silent, and the black and white colors continued to spread around, as if it had become an ink painting.
Even as powerful as a god, under the supreme supernatural power of Tiangang, he had to stand still and not move.
Even the pupils have lost their color.
There was only one person left in the world who could move, and that was Li Daoxuan.
He opened his third eye and effortlessly found the Plague God hiding in the darkness. He slowly walked in front of him, with shimmering waves under his feet, as if he was stepping on a tranquil lake.
There was panic in the God of Plague's eyes.
He struggled desperately, but his body seemed to no longer belong to him. Not only could he not move, he couldn't even blink.
Is this Li Daoxuan’s trump card?
The God of Plague had calculated that the other party would have some tricks up his sleeve, but he had not imagined that he, a mere mortal who had not yet become an immortal, could cultivate the Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations, one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Powers, to such an astonishing level!
In his limited memory, even the star gods in the heaven in the past had not practiced this magical power to such a level.
Could it be that he is the reincarnation of Dou Mu Yuan Jun?
Li Daoxuan waved his sleeves and swept the body of the God of Plague into Sun Simiao's medicine bowl.
It's strange to say, the body of the plague god is several feet tall, with three heads and six arms, a huge mouth and fangs, while the small medicine bowl is only the size of a palm, the contrast is very sharp.
However, the huge body of the Plague God fell completely into the medicine bowl, and one could only vaguely see a green-faced figure with three heads and six arms at the bottom of the bowl.
Li Daoxuan's fingers were trembling slightly as he was pinching his fingers, and finally he could not hold on any longer and withdrew his magical power.
The wind started to blow again, and the clouds began to drift slowly.
The black and white colors melted quickly like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and everything around returned to normal.
The Locust God looked at the Taoist figure in fluttering green robes, with loose hair and a sword in hand. His eyes were deep and more solemn than before.
"What an amazing magical power."
"After the disappearance of Heaven, the immortal path has declined, and the spiritual energy of the human world is weak. How could there be a person like you?"
Even as an opponent, she had to admit that Li Daoxuan was a genius who was born in the wrong era.
If the other party was born in a time when immortality was flourishing, his achievements would truly be limitless!
Li Daoxuan let out a long breath, feeling a little mentally exhausted.
Moving stars and changing constellations was taught by the Book of Heaven. He had already understood the key points in between, so it was only a matter of time before he began to practice. Over the past five years, he had already mastered it.
If it weren't for his own lack of cultivation, he could even move down a star to fight the enemy, but that would also cause great damage to the human world.
Only Yang Shen is qualified to practice the great divine power of Tian Gang, and if one wants to fully unleash its power, one must become an immortal.
Li Daoxuan's practice of supernatural powers was sufficient, but his own cultivation could not keep up, so after just blocking for a few breaths, he seemed a little tired.
But the effect is indeed amazing, the two gods are now separated.
The plague god did not escape immediately.
There seemed to be a mystery hidden in that small medicine bowl. It actually trapped a god, cutting off the connection between the god of plague and the heaven and earth, and the surrounding miasma also disappeared.
However, the God of Plague did not sit still and wait for death. He struggled desperately, and his six arms simultaneously grabbed the mouth of the bowl. His body continued to grow larger, and he was about to escape.
However, the next moment, a wooden pestle used to pound medicine smashed down heavily.
clang!
The God of Plague was smashed to the bottom of his bowl.
The seemingly ordinary wooden pestle seemed to be of great weight, smashing down like a pillar of heaven, crushing the flesh and blood and stirring it into mud.
The God of Plague screamed at the top of his lungs.
For some reason, the body that he was so proud of was easily shattered when faced with the pestle. Moreover, while being placed in the medicine mortar, his spiritual power was affected in some way and was difficult to mobilize.
It was like a cage made just for him.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding...
The crisp sound of pounding medicine continued to be heard.
The God of Plague did not know that this medicine bowl and wooden pestle were passed down from the famous doctor Bian Que. Every generation after that was filled with famous doctors who traveled around the world. It witnessed the recovery of countless patients, as well as the development and inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine.
Although it is not a magic weapon, it carries a certain destiny in the dark.
Although the God of Plague is a god, he is a god who brings disease, and any disease can be cured by medicine.
If it were any other god, this medicine bowl would be nothing more than scrap iron, but for the God of Plague, it was a burial place naturally gifted by nature, and the burial place of Zhong Lingminxiu.
The mutual generation and restraint between heaven and earth are sometimes so mysterious.
Li Daoxuan finally felt relieved.
Buzz!
The Locust God came to Sun Simiao at some point, and with a flick of his finger, he tore open the golden light of merit like a sharp blade, wanting to kill Sun Simiao and rescue the God of Plague.
Sun Simiao ignored it and just focused on making medicine.
clang!
The Sword of Slaying Evil created the strange vision of Yin and Yang and the eight trigrams. The starry cloud pattern on the sword body shone brightly and directly cut off the wrist of the Locust God.
The Fantian Seal was thrown out, smashing half of the locust god's body into pieces.
Li Daoxuan stepped on the void, and the shadow of a green lotus bloomed from his precious clothes. The heavenly eye between his eyebrows became brighter and brighter, as if he was an immortal practicing in the Kunlun Mountains, with a noble and ethereal demeanor.
"Locust God, your opponent is me."
A new locust god appeared, and the original corpse turned into half a locust.
The Locust God looked at Li Daoxuan deeply. Although his own cultivation was obviously stronger than the other party, he still felt it was very difficult.
She didn't say anything, but suddenly flew away.
She abandoned her companions who were in danger and left without hesitation. Even though she had the means to be invincible, she was still unwilling to take the slightest risk.
Such a swift and decisive action left Li Daoxuan stunned for a moment.
But he would not let the other party escape.
Boom!
Li Daoxuan turned into thunder and chased after the Locust God directly, breaking through the clouds and sky, like a flying star chasing lightning. In a few breaths, he caught up with her and blocked her way.
"Now that you're here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Li Daoxuan used his Taoist techniques again and created dozens of incarnations, which stood in the clouds and surrounded the Locust God.
Some people performed thunder magic, some people made sword gestures with their hands, some people opened their eyes, some people controlled the heavens and the earth, some people's bodies glowed with golden light, some people stepped on the strong wind, and some people spit out divine fire...
Each incarnation has a kind of magical power to attack, and the magnificent divine power can make the wind and clouds change color and the sun and moon lose their light.
…
Ding, ding, ding, ding...
Sun Simiao continued to pound the medicine with a calm look in his eyes, as if what was in the medicine bowl was not a god but just an ordinary medicinal ingredient.
The body of the plague god had been smashed to pieces.
But he did not die. Instead, he continued to condense his flesh and blood, trying to crawl out of the medicine bowl.
As long as he left here, he could kill this mortal like crushing an ant, destroying both his body and soul!
This seems to have become an invisible game.
After an unknown amount of time, the mortar and pestle began to be stained by the miasma, and faint mold spots appeared on them. They were constantly corroded, as if countless years had passed in an instant.
This is the backlash from the God of Plague.
Snap!
The medicine mortar and the wooden pestle made sounds at the same time, and cracks began to spread upwards.
The God of Plague laughed a triumphant laugh, mixed with a hint of relief at having survived the calamity.
"Mortal, you lose. You can't kill me. Hahaha!"
"You are just at the Qigong stage, relying on two external objects, and you think you can become an enemy of this god. You are just daydreaming!"
"When I escape, I will grind your bones to dust, peel off your skin and pull out your tendons!"
Sun Simiao sighed softly, and the sound of pounding medicine stopped abruptly.
The God of Plague became even more proud.
"Don't you like to cure diseases? When I am free from this predicament, I will spread 1,362 kinds of plagues throughout the world, making everyone in the world sick. I will let you cure them, hahaha!"
Sun Simiao lowered his head and sniffed the scent gently.
"It's cold and slightly fishy. It looks like we need another medicine to neutralize it."
The Plague God sneered, "What kind of medicinal herbs can subdue this god? Even if there are such medicinal herbs, they are definitely not from the human world!"
Sun Simiao did not say anything, but slowly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, cut his middle finger, and sprinkled drops of blood into the medicine bowl.
Sizzle!
The blood entered the bowl and came into contact with the flesh and blood of the plague god, making a sound like frying oil or roasting fire.
The flesh and blood that had just been wriggling rapidly seemed to be recovering a little slower.
“It seems to be working.”
Sun Simiao's eyes lit up slightly and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The Plague God still shouted: "You are too weak. Even if you put all your blood in, you can't do anything to me!"
Sun Simiao shook his head, then pointed the dagger at his chest and slowly but firmly cut a deep gash.
His hands were extremely steady, without even the slightest tremor from the severe pain.
The flesh was cut open, the chest cavity was broken, revealing an exquisite heart with seven holes, emitting colorful light.
The heart with seven orifices is also known as the heart of a natural saint.
It is said that Bigan, an important official of the Shang Dynasty, had a heart with seven holes, which made the fox demon Su Daji fear him.
Su Daji pretended to be sick and said that she needed to boil a piece of Linglong heart into soup and drink it before she could recover.
King Zhou believed it and ordered his men to cut out Bigan's heart for medicine. With the help of Jiang Ziya, Bigan lived even though his heart was dead. Until he met a woman selling water spinach, who told him that vegetables can live without a heart, but people will die without a heart. Then Bigan fell to the ground and died.
Unlike Bi Gan, Sun Simiao revealed his own heart.
"The heart is the master of the body. It is hidden in the lungs and sits between the six lobes and two ears. It is immune to all evil."
Sun Simiao threw the Seven-Aperture Heart into the medicine bowl and continued to pound the medicine slowly and firmly. The golden light of merit around him rushed to the empty atrium and actually condensed into a golden heart that was still beating slowly.
The wound that cut open the heart also healed miraculously.
Ding, ding, ding, ding...
The crisp sound of pounding medicine rang out again, accompanied by the Plague God's increasingly faint screams.
…
The sea of clouds surges and the stars descend.
Rays of golden light intertwined, strong winds, sky fire, purple lightning and blue frost illuminated the dark night sky like day.
The fight between Li Daoxuan and the Locust God lasted until sunset.
Many of his clones died, and the Locust God was killed by him thirteen times. But unfortunately, the Locust God will not be destroyed as long as the locusts are not destroyed.
This is almost a great law engraved in the nature of heaven and earth.
If the Locust Goddess cannot be knocked off her pedestal and the connection between her and the locusts cannot be severed, then even if Li Daoxuan's magical powers become twice as strong, he will not be able to truly kill the god.
He has changed his strategy and no longer launches fierce attacks, but instead turns to a desperate struggle.
Use magic weapons more and supernatural powers less, try your best to trap the Locust God, surround him but don't kill him, and wait for the arrival of a backup plan.
Despite this, the fight with the gods was still full of dangers. The Locust God's several counterattacks almost hurt Li Daoxuan. If it weren't for the Green Lotus Robe given by the Goddess, he would probably have been seriously injured by now.
Of course, if other cultivators knew that someone had killed a god thirteen times before becoming an immortal, they would probably be shocked and think it was a huge joke.
"Change!"
After all his clones were killed by the Locust God, Li Daoxuan's magic power gradually ran out. He looked a little weak, and then he made a seal with his hands and turned into a locust, diving into the sea of insects summoned by the Locust God.
"Li Daoxuan, no matter how powerful you are, you are still only at the Yang God Realm. You probably don't have much mana left now."
The Locust God stopped running away and stopped on his own initiative.
Although she could be resurrected continuously, anyone who was killed by a mortal more than a dozen times would feel a surge of nameless anger in their heart. Now, she was completely aroused to kill.
At the same time, there is also a deep fear.
We must seize this opportunity to kill this Taoist!
The Yangshen Realm has such magical powers. If he becomes an immortal, how will I survive?
"Humph, turning into a locust in front of me, you are too presumptuous."
The locust god's eyes turned brown, and circles of lines rippled in his pupils, issuing some kind of invisible commands to the locusts.
The next moment, all the locusts were circling and flying, and not a single one was left behind.
The instructions changed again.
Locusts flew in the air, forming a huge word "locust".
Not one was left behind.
"What a magical power of transformation!"
The locust god's face darkened, and she spit out a red light, which fell into the clouds and burned fiercely, emitting a scorching temperature.
The instructions changed again.
This time, the order is for all locusts to rush into the sea of fire!
