Chapter 559: The power of dragon and elephant, the might of the Yellow Turban!
"Is this... turning beans into soldiers?"
Tai Wei's eyes lit up. As a Taoist, she had naturally heard of this great divine power of Tiangang. The most famous person in the world who practiced it should be Taoist Master Xuancheng of Maoshan.
But she was a little confused. Although the ability to turn beans into soldiers was powerful, it was only effective in defeating the enemy with numbers. Could a mere Yellow Turban warrior deal with the giant in front of her?
Not only her, but also Lou Ling and others who were injured at the moment had the same doubts.
Only Master Xuancheng's disciple, Lu Chunliang, looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar yellow-turbaned warrior and felt that something was a little different.
This yellow-turbaned warrior looks 70% similar to the warrior summoned by the master, but is more majestic and imposing, especially between his eyebrows, which has an indescribable charm.
The Dian Mu didn't think so much. She had an almost blind worship for Li Daoxuan, so she bowed with both hands and said to the Yellow Turban Warrior: "Please kill the Turkic High Priest!"
The sixty-foot-tall yellow-turbaned warrior nodded slightly to her, a trace of fluctuation appeared in his light golden eyes, and then he turned to look at the high priest.
A sneer came from the dome. It was the voice of the high priest.
"Haha, you think you can defeat me with just a little Yellow Turban warrior?"
"It seems that Li Daoxuan's so-called Tang Dynasty Imperial Master is just an empty title, and he only has this little trick left!"
As he spoke, he swung his peach stick and stabbed at the Yellow Turban strongman.
Rays of light bloomed from the huge peach staff, which was obviously a very extraordinary treasure. As it stabbed out, the surrounding mountains and rivers shook, and the wind and clouds rippled.
It was as if the pillars of the South Gate of Heaven had fallen to earth.
Faced with such a terrifying blow, the Yellow Turban warrior's expression did not fluctuate at all. He just stepped forward silently, with a heart-pounding golden light in his phoenix eyes and the blood surging in his body like the roar of a dragon and a tiger.
He stretched out his hands toward the peach stick.
From a distance, it looks like an ant trying to shake a tree or a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Boom!
The Yellow Turban strongman hugged the end of the peach wood staff. The ground beneath his feet cracked into pieces and most of his body sank into the ground. He looked like a failure.
However, Tao Zhang stopped and fell into a stalemate.
The high priest holding the peach staff's pupils condensed in an expression of disbelief. Feeling the amazing power that could compete with himself, he was very puzzled.
He is clearly just a Yellow Turban strongman, why does he have such supernatural powers?
Although the Yellow Turban Strongman was known for his strength and the ancient immortals liked to use him to move mountains, the strongman in heaven is long gone, and the Yellow Turban Strongman summoned by the Taoists is just a name in vain.
Like the old Taoist Xuan Cheng, he also relies on numbers to win.
"I don't believe you can stop me!"
The high priest was angry. It would be fine if Li Daoxuan came in person, but he only gave a soybean to his disciple and summoned the yellow turban strongman. Did he think he could stop him?
What a joke!
He also grasped the peach stick in his other hand and exerted force with both arms at the same time, trying to nail the ant-like Yellow Turban strongman into the ground!
However, he soon discovered that even with both hands holding the staff, he could not move forward any further!
On the ground, half of the Yellow Turban warrior's body was sunk into the ground, but he showed no fear, and his light golden eyes revealed a high fighting spirit.
Mysterious runes flowed around his body and spread to his face. It was the secret of the ancient heaven, the Hercule's Curse.
It is said that those who release the curse of the strongman can gain the power of dragons and elephants, be able to move mountains and fill the sea, and suppress demons and monsters.
This is why ancient immortals often kept Yellow Turban Warriors. For example, Guangchengzi, it is said that there are thousands of Yellow Turban Warriors in his Taoist temple, each of whom is comparable to the Southern Sky God General.
The yellow turban fluttered and the strong man looked mighty. The divine power in his body erupted like a volcano. His energy and blood were so vigorous that the surrounding grass and trees were smoked and withered, like a burning furnace.
Boom!
The ground around him exploded, and the huge peach staff turned into a lever, prying the high priest's body.
The giant who was holding up the sky and shaking the earth had veins bulging on his face, but he still slowly left the ground, and his body flew up, supported by the peach stick, and fell to the ground.
boom!
The earth shook and the sky was filled with dust.
However, before the high priest could react, his body flew into the air again and slammed down hard again.
This scene was quite shocking. Not only was the high priest himself stunned, but even Lou Ling and others were also shocked, and Tai Wei's eyes were full of surprise.
The Yellow Turban strongman, who was only six feet tall, actually used a peach staff to throw the high priest, who was as big as a mountain, back to the ground repeatedly?
Before, the high priest was very proud of himself when he was holding the tail of the giant ape transformed by Wang Bo, but he never expected that in the blink of an eye, he would fall into the trap himself.
It's not that he didn't think about letting go, but firstly, the peach staff was a treasure, and secondly, he was arrogant and didn't take the Yellow Turban strongman seriously. Now that he has failed in the wrestling match, it is a great shame and humiliation.
But no matter how strong the body was, it could not withstand the repeated falls. After several falls, the high priest was dizzy and seeing stars.
He lay among the rubble, looking up at the sky. He seemed as if all his muscles and bones were limp and his eyes were a little dazed.
Who am I? Where am I?
However, the pride and stubbornness in his heart made him hold the peach stick tightly and refused to let go.
At this time, the Yellow Turban strongman finally stopped and let go of the peach stick on his own initiative, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Just when everyone thought he was going to take a break, the Yellow Turban strongman crushed the ground and flew towards the high priest like a cannonball, landed on him with a bang, and started bombarding him with his fists.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of punches hitting flesh was like thunder, and each one was terrifying and made the eardrums buzz.
Lu Chunliang widened his eyes and stared at the scene blankly, his heart deeply shocked.
Is this... really the Yellow Turban Warrior?
The usually aloof Lou Ling was also a little distracted. She looked at the Yellow Turban Warrior and said with some envy, "What a terrifying power, just like a flood or a beast. Is this the Yellow Turban Warrior?"
The corner of Lu Chunliang's mouth twitched. Impossible, this was definitely not the Yellow Turban Warrior in his memory!
His master was famous for turning beans into soldiers, so he had seen many Yellow Turban strongmen. Each of them was extremely strong and could fight lions and tigers, but none of them was as exaggerated as this.
If the soybeans scattered by the master can have such power, then the current head of Maoshan must be his master.
"Don't you Maoshan people have this magical power? I remember that Taoist Xuancheng has many strong men under his command. Little Taoist, why didn't you learn it?"
Lou Ling felt a little disappointed. You don’t even know how to learn such a powerful magical power?
All he does all day is spread talismans, a waste of money.
Lu Chunliang smiled bitterly and said, "This magical power is indeed passed down in my Maoshan lineage, but the Yellow Turban Warrior I summoned is far from being as powerful as this. I'm afraid that this soybean from the national teacher is worth thousands of soybeans from my master..."
He shook his head and sighed, "Fortunately my master is not here, otherwise my Taoism would be hit hard."
"Why is the Imperial Master's ability to turn beans into soldiers so powerful?"
Lou Ling asked.
Lu Chunliang thought about it and said seriously: "Firstly, it is because the national master has great magical power and profound cultivation, far surpassing my master. Secondly... it should be that the national master has a complete visualization map."
"Visualization diagram?"
"Well, if you want to practice the art of turning beans into soldiers, you must first practice the Hercules Visualization Diagram. I have a picture in Maoshan, which is said to have been left by our ancestor, Sanmao Zhenjun. But Master said that with the disappearance of the Heavenly Palace and the disappearance of the gods, the charm of the picture has been lost..."
Lou Ling's eyes moved, and he said, "No wonder there are only a few people in your Maoshan who can practice this method."
Lu Chunliang sighed, "Even the master who has mastered this method often lamented and said that if the Vitality Diagram had not lost its charm, he would have achieved the Yang God Realm long ago."
Lou Ling smiled and said, "Then you must perform well. Maybe if the Imperial Master is happy, he will give you a visualization diagram to comprehend."
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously.
Lu Chunliang felt a little excited, not for himself, but for his master.
After the national teacher has mastered this method, he should have a complete and intact diagram of the Vajra visualization. He does not ask for it to be bestowed upon him, but only asks that he let his master comprehend it for a few days. This would be a great fortune!
The master treated him like his own son and taught him all his magical powers. Every time he ran out of talismans and returned to Maoshan, the master would always take out a brand new talisman for him with a smile.
Among them are some extremely precious purple talismans.
He knew that his master did not have such a large collection, and in order to get these talismans, he must have lost face and borrowed from other uncles and uncles.
If he could do something for his master, it would be considered as a sign of filial piety.
However, this visualization diagram of the strong man is priceless, and is the core inheritance of the great Tiangang supernatural power. Although the national teacher is open-minded, he may not teach it easily.
Boom!
Even as his thoughts were racing, the battle on the field was gradually becoming more intense.
Although the Yellow Turban strongman was small in stature, his two iron fists seemed to be made of gold and were filled with boundless power, which knocked the high priest into the ground.
The two men fought fiercely underground , still using their fists to smash flesh to flesh. The solid rock layers were turned into powder one after another, and the entire vast earth was shaking like a dragon or snake emerging from the land.
After an unknown amount of time, the ground broke open, and the high priest dropped his peach staff. He jumped out of it in a dishevel covered with wounds, trying to escape.
However, a huge golden hand with Hercules symbols grasped his ankle and pulled him back into the ground.
Fierce fighting broke out again.
The earth veins are thousands of miles long, the rivers are changed their courses, the mountains are shaking, and the sky is echoing!
About a moment later, the ground cracked open again, and two figures flew up into the sky and then fell to the ground.
When the smoke and dust cleared, only a strong man with a yellow turban was seen stepping on a giant. He had red eyebrows and phoenix eyes, his scarf fluttering, and many cracks on his iron armor. However, he looked so majestic, as if the god of war was on earth.
The giant under his feet was no longer as arrogant as before. His body was covered with scars, the bones in his arms were shattered, and he kept coughing up blood from his mouth. He looked extremely miserable.
The high priest was lying on the ground, with a dazed look in his eyes.
I...actually lost?
The one he lost to was just a Yellow Turban Warrior that Li Daoxuan gave to his disciple?
At this moment, he just felt that he was so funny, conceited that he was Li Daoxuan's mortal enemy, but he couldn't even beat a soybean of the other party...
The Yellow Turban Warrior remained silent, his golden eyes flashing.
He raised his iron fist, ready to continue smashing down.
The high priest closed his eyes, feeling disheartened. He had lost all his fighting spirit. Although he still had the strength to fight, he no longer resisted.
However, the punch did not land yet.
He opened his eyes, and found that the terrifying Yellow Turban warrior was frozen in place at this moment, and his light golden eyes were like an extinguished flame, no longer bright.
Snap!
Cracks spread across the Yellow Turban warrior's body, and then shattered and scattered in the wind.
There was no longer any trace of the warrior on the ground, only a dull yellow bean.
The Yellow Turban warrior's divine power was exhausted.
The high priest was stunned at first, and then laughed like a madman. He had just been disheartened, but his fighting spirit reappeared, like a dead tree coming back to life.
He crushed the soybeans into powder with one foot.
"I won, I won in the end!"
"Li Daoxuan, you lose!!!"
He roared loudly, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart.
Although he only defeated a Yellow Turban strongman, at this moment, he was as excited as if he had killed Li Daoxuan personally.
The high priest stretched out his hand, and the lost peach stick automatically flew back into his hand.
A vast vitality flowed out from the peach staff, repairing his damaged body, and his energy also increased.
The high priest's desire for revenge against Li Daoxuan had reached its peak at this moment. He even ignored Li Jing, and looked directly at Dianmu, Lou Ling and others with his eyes filled with hatred.
He wants to crush to death all those who are related to Li Daoxuan one by one to vent his hatred!
“Oh no!”
Dian Mu's eyes narrowed, and she thought to herself what a pity, the Imperial Master's Yellow Turban Warrior would have been able to kill the enemy just by a little bit!
"Sister, you take General Li Jing and go first, I will cover your retreat!"
Zhurong is flying.
But Dian Mu shook her head, her voice firm.
"Brother, let me cover you."
"My elder brother is like a father. How dare you not listen to me?"
"Brother, I am not only your sister, but also the Hibernating Dragon of the Tang Dynasty and a subordinate of the Imperial Master. He ordered me to help the Tang army. Even if I die, I will never step back!"
Lightning flashed around Dian Mu's body and her eyes were determined, and it was obvious that she was determined to fight to the death.
Zhu Rong opened his mouth, but in the end did not say anything to accuse him.
What his sister said was also his inner voice.
"Well, at worst we can die here together. That will be a honor to His Majesty and the Imperial Master!"
The brother and sister looked at each other and could see the determination in each other's eyes, a determination to face death head on.
A gentleman will die for his friend.
If it weren't for His Majesty, they would have starved to death on the roadside long ago, and if it weren't for the Imperial Master, they wouldn't have the good fortune they have today, to be reborn and even almost enter the Yang Shen realm.
Even if I die, I will repay you!
Tai Wei sighed softly and became even more curious about her current senior brother.
What kind of charm could make two young and brilliant geniuses willing to die for it?
She could feel the other party's unwavering admiration and respect for her senior brother in his words and actions.
"Today, none of you will die."
Tai Wei took out a dark blue sword from the storage ring. The hilt of the sword looked like colored glass. She pulled it out slowly. The sword was transparent and clear, like cold light shining on snow.
Unfortunately, it is a broken sword.
She looked at the long-forgotten sword, her eyes filled with complicated memories.
This is the Lilong Sword, which is a pair of affectionate swords together with her senior brother's White Dragon Sword. In order to show her ambition, she resolutely broke the Lilong Sword and never used it again.
Tai Wei held the hilt of the sword and was about to speak when her expression suddenly changed.
clang!
The silent Lilong Sword suddenly made a sound, and the remaining spirit seemed to feel some kind of call, and it bloomed again like a dead tree coming back to life in spring.
"This is……"
Taiwei's eyes were shining, and she looked towards the east as if with telepathy.
A figure in green clothes walked over, standing with his hands behind his back, as if he was traveling by mountains and rivers, strolling leisurely in a garden, but in a small space he crossed mountains and rivers, changing his shape and shadow, and shifting the world.
Her hair was as black as ink, she wore a hairpin made of white jade, and she wore a green robe that fluttered in the wind. She looked elegant and graceful, with a faint glow on her skin. She had an extraordinary and strange charm.
The rocks stand alone like a solitary pine, and the bright sun and moon are in one's arms.
Taiwei gave a gentle smile and murmured to herself.
"Brother, long time no see."
