Chapter 565: The Human Emperor’s Treasure Bow, the Golden Crow’s True Fire!
On top of Lonely Mountain.
Li Daoxuan sat cross-legged, waiting for the sunrise.
His mind was immersed in the heavenly book, looking at the harvest this time.
First up are the Qiankun Bow and Zhentian Arrow. This pair of top-grade spiritual treasures combined together can unleash a power that is no weaker than that of immortal weapons. One arrow can fly thousands of miles and the fight will not stop until the enemy is dead.
As soon as he had a thought, a gorgeous golden longbow suddenly appeared in front of him. It was carved with dragons and phoenixes, and engraved with some ancient and mysterious patterns. It looked a bit like a scene from a sacrificial ceremony.
The most eye-catching thing is that there is a goose egg-sized red gem inlaid on the bow. There is a blood-red light rippling inside, which flows to all parts of the bow like veins, emitting powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.
Li Daoxuan suddenly remembered that according to the introduction in the heavenly book, the Qiankun Bow, also known as the Xuanyuan Divine Bow, was made by Emperor Huangdi using copper from Shou Mountain and the essence and blood of the Human Emperor. Could it be that this ruby was made from the essence and blood of the Human Emperor?
He stretched out his fingers and gently grasped the bow.
In an instant, a mighty and masculine force was transmitted into his body, as vast as an abyss, like a river bursting its banks, with huge waves rolling over the sky. If Li Daoxuan's body was not extremely strong, he would probably have been torn apart by this terrifying energy.
What a powerful Qiankun bow!
With the magic bow in hand, Li Daoxuan's long black hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes were sharp, and a great sense of heroism suddenly arose in his heart, as if the whole world was his hunting ground. When he shot an arrow to the west, no one could stop him!
At the same time, a mysterious luck descended upon him, causing his already strong luck to surge again, like dragons and snakes riding on the mist, or the North Sea swallowing the sky.
The Qiankun Bow was forged by the Human Emperor. When Li Daoxuan obtained this precious treasure, it was as if he had been chosen by the Human Emperor. If he passed it down to future generations, he would surely be blessed with great fortune.
In other words, he had no interest in being an emperor, otherwise, holding this magic bow, he would be able to sweep the universe, clear the four seas, and achieve a humane empire.
Buzz~
Li Daoxuan slowly pulled the Qiankun bow, and as the bowstring was pulled, an inky black arrow flew out automatically and landed on the bowstring.
The bow and arrow became one, and a majestic holy power emerged, as if the emperor was furious. Blood flowed everywhere, millions of corpses lay dead, and the world was filled with people in white.
Li Daoxuan's gaze passed through the layers of clouds and saw a figure riding a horse at full speed.
The man was none other than Jie Li Khan of the Turkic people. He seemed to have noticed something and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back. His body became very stiff, as if he had been stabbed in the chest by a sharp sword.
As a result, the Turkic Khan, who was so skilled in archery and horse riding, fell to the ground with a thud, his face pale and his whole body trembling.
"Khan!"
The men quickly dismounted, only to find that the Khan had fainted, with one hand tightly covering his chest, shouting, "Don't kill me..."
Li Daoxuan did not shoot the arrow.
At this moment, the Turkic people's luck had not yet run out. Even if he shot Jie Li Khan to death with one arrow, the subsequent war could not be avoided. However, even the arrow that was not fired was enough to teach Jie Li Khan an unforgettable lesson.
After thinking about it, Li Daoxuan turned the arrow and aimed in another direction.
…
plateau.
The burly Nangri Songtsen sat beside the chessboard like a lion, playing chess with Master Zhizang by candlelight.
Under the candlelight, his hair was already half white. This energetic leader who unified the plateau was now quietly showing signs of aging.
"The Turks lost."
Nangri Songtsen said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect the Turks to lose so quickly. Li Jing is indeed a genius in military tactics."
Master Zhizang still had the same youthful look with rosy lips and white teeth, and was very handsome, as if six years had not left a single trace on him.
But his temperament became more and more outstanding, like a sacred mountain on the plateau, calm, broad, and ethereal.
Zhizang dropped a piece and said, "Master Li killed the Turkic high priest and swept away all the talented people in the Turkic region. Now it seems that our decision not to send troops was undoubtedly correct."
Once, the Turkic people sent envoys to lobby for the division of the Tang Dynasty with Tubo. Nangri Songtsen was tempted and almost sent troops, until the news came that Li Daoxuan shot an arrow thousands of miles away and intimidated an army of 100,000.
Nangri Songtsen tightly grasped the chess piece in his hand and said, "But the Turks were defeated too quickly, and Li Daoxuan is also more powerful than we expected!"
Master Zhizang sighed in his heart, he knew what the Zamp wanted to say.
Only when the snipe and the clam fight each other can the fisherman benefit.
The Tang Dynasty won too quickly, and Li Daoxuan did not fight the Turkic high priest to a draw, so naturally, Tibet could not benefit from it.
It seems that the Zamp still hasn't given up .
"Zamp, there are clear lakes, countless fish, and endless cattle and sheep on the plateau. Why do you want to provoke the Tang Dynasty again?"
Nangri Songtsen said calmly: "A tripod has three legs to stand up. If the Turks are destroyed, do you think the Tang Dynasty can still accommodate us?"
After that, he dropped a piece and said, "Li Daoxuan is indeed strong, but he is in Yinshan at the moment and has no time to care about other things. This may be our chance."
"Moreover, in these six years, Master, you have completely absorbed the power of the initiation and cultivated the Dharmakaya of the Mingwang. Even if you cannot defeat Li Daoxuan, the difference should not be too big."
Master Zhizang frowned and was about to continue persuading him, but suddenly his eyes narrowed and he turned around to stand in front of the Zamp.
call!
A strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing open the windows and doors, making a rustling sound.
The candlelight in the room went out instantly, and even the hard chessboard carved out of marble began to crack with a snap, and the chess pieces on it were shattered into powder.
Nangri Songtsen only felt a great terror emerging from the darkness, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss and was grabbed by the ankles by countless evil spirits.
That is the fear of death.
Even though he was protected by the good fortune of the Tubo nation, in the face of such great terror, he still seemed so precarious, like a rootless duckweed.
Fortunately, he has a Tibetan national master, a contemporary master of Tantric Buddhism, and a great monk in the Yangshen realm by his side.
Zhizang's body suddenly lit up with light, like a lighthouse in the dark night, crystal clear like glass. He clasped his hands together and whispered a Buddhist name.
A Buddhist rhythm of great freedom and purity emerged, and Sanskrit chanting was heard all around, calming the murderous aura.
Behind Zhizang, a Dharma image emerged, with three heads and six arms, in a furious look, with flames surrounding it, holding a sharp sword and making the seal of the Three Worlds.
The Dharma image of the Vajra King!
There was a golden glow in Zhizang's eyes, and the Buddhist divine eye allowed him to see through thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and see the source of the great terror.
It was a Taoist priest in a green robe sitting on the top of the mountain. He had a white jade hairpin, fluttering black hair, and a handsome and flawless appearance. He held a glittering golden longbow in his hand, and the black arrow was aimed in the direction of Tubo.
"Master Li..."
Zhizang showed a bitter smile. How could he not know this Taoist? He had been defeated by Master Li in Taiji Palace in Chang'an that year and was convinced.
"Tibet has formed an alliance with the Tang Dynasty. Has Master Li informed the Emperor of Tang of this move?"
Li Daoxuan grinned.
"Little monk, I am just practicing drawing the bow, I didn't say I was going to shoot it."
After saying that, he put down the bow and arrow in his hand.
In an instant, everything disappeared, including the great terror in the dark. The windows stopped rustling and the candles rekindled. It was a pity that the damaged chessboard and chess pieces could not be restored.
Nangri Songtsen was breathing heavily, and his whole body was almost soaked in cold sweat.
"How dare you! It's Li Daoxuan again!!!"
He also heard what Master Zhizang said just now, and already knew who the source of the terror was.
Damn Li Daoxuan, he is the ruler of a country after all, how dare the other party draw his bow and arrow and treat him as prey?
"Zhi Zang, luckily you were here, because you scared Li Daoxuan away just now!"
Nangri Songzan's eyes flashed, and he said, "It seems that your Mingwang Dharmakaya is no weaker than that of Li Daoxuan, which is why he is so afraid of him!"
Master Zhizang sighed softly. He did not say anything, but turned around slowly.
Nangri Songtsen's eyes fixed with a look of shock.
Blood dripped down.
Zhizang's robes were soaked with blood, and there was a deep wound on his chest, as if he had been shot by an arrow.
"Zanpu, I am incompetent. I couldn't even stop his arrow."
Zhizang's eyes were dazed. Although his mental state was quite high, he still couldn't help feeling a sense of loss and frustration.
During these six years, he practiced very hard, not only completely digesting the power of the initiation, but also cultivating the Dharmakaya of the great Tantric deity Tong Ming Wang. However, he was not able to block even an arrow that was thousands of miles away and was drawn but not shot.
The magical powers he was so proud of and the result of years of hard training seemed like a joke in front of this arrow.
Hearing Zhizang's words, Nangri Songtsen was stunned. He stood for a long time, and his burly body hunched over little by little. His heroic and domineering temperament gradually dissipated, and his white hair seemed to have become more.
The hero is old.
Waving his hands, he suddenly felt uninterested in everything.
"Go down, I'm sleepy."
…
Li Daoxuan put away the Qiankun Bow and Zhentian Arrow, his expression indifferent.
It seemed as if the action of intimidating a country just now was just a casual act.
Dawn is rising.
He closed his eyes and collected the reward for killing the Turkic high priest - the Golden Crow Dharma Image!
A loud cry suddenly rang out in my mind, even louder than that of the phoenix.
It was a large golden sun, with a three-legged figure vaguely visible in the center. It flew up from a thousand-foot-tall Fusang tree, overlooking the heaven and earth, and soaring into the sky with its domineering aura.
"Look, the sun is rising!"
"No, why are there two suns?"
"I'm not dazzled, Xiao Zhao, please wake up, are there two suns in the sky?"
…
Many people in the Tang army shouted loudly.
The ancients said that there can be no two suns in the sky, but today two suns rose. They thought they were dazzled, so they woke up their sleeping comrades, only to confirm that they were indeed two suns.
"Oh my god, there really are two suns!"
"No wonder it's so hot this morning..."
"Hey, look carefully, there seems to be a figure inside the sun on the right..."
"Hey, it really is, like a crow, with three legs..."
Everyone was talking about it and marveling at it.
The amazing sight of the sun appearing in the sky for two days did not last long. Soon, the sun on the right turned into a golden light, flew away into the distance, and disappeared.
"What a fast speed! The Imperial Master actually turned into a golden crow and flew away?"
Wang Bo rubbed his eyes and almost thought he had seen it wrong.
"You are not mistaken. It seems that the national teacher has mastered a new magical power. This is cause for celebration."
Lou Ling remained as calm as ever.
Zhu Rong showed a rare emotion and said, "Just now the fire in my body was afraid."
"Where do you think the Imperial Master will fly to? Should we follow him and see?"
Dianmu couldn't help but ask.
"The Golden Crow flies across the sky, covering a thousand miles in an instant. Do you think you can keep up with the speed of the Imperial Master?"
Lu Chunliang sneered.
"snort!"
Dianmu turned her head away, unable to refute, and ignored the fat man.
At this time, Taiwei's voice sounded slowly.
"My senior brother just sent me a message saying that he has some things to deal with, and ordered everyone to continue to protect the safety of General Li Jing and obey Li Jing's orders in everything."
"promise!"
…
The Golden Crow flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
In just a few breaths, the golden light traveled hundreds of miles and landed on a hill.
The domineering and fiery Golden Crow Dharma image dissipated, revealing the figure of Li Daoxuan.
He stood on the hill and looked into the distance. Everywhere he looked was green. The mountains were endless and stretched for thousands of miles, vaguely resembling the shape of a dragon.
This is the Turkic Royal Tombs, where successive Turkic khans are buried.
"It is indeed a treasure land, with the aura of a dragon swallowing a python. Unfortunately, it has been cut off, and most of its aura has been swallowed up."
Li Daoxuan learned some Feng Shui and physiognomy from his uncle Wu Dabao. Although he was not proficient in it, compared with most of the sorcerers in the world, he was already an expert.
The tomb here could have been a place where dragons and snakes would rise from the land and bless future generations, but it was pressed down by dark clouds and cut off from the sky.
Perhaps it was for this reason that the Tang Dynasty declared war.
He used his magical power of escaping underground to quickly disappear into the mountain tomb, avoiding countless hidden weapons and traps and finally arriving inside the royal tomb.
According to the scenes seen in the high priest's memory before, the Turks still have one last backup plan, which is the bronze coffin.
A 'God King' is imprisoned inside and is being tried to be revived.
Whenever he thought of this incident, Li Daoxuan would feel a sense of crisis in his heart. It could be seen that the person in the coffin was of no ordinary background.
Since he knew it in advance, he naturally wanted to try to prevent the revival of the "God King" and nip the crisis in the bud.
Therefore, as soon as he cultivated the Golden Crow Dharma Image, he flew into the sky and came to the royal tomb.
Following the direction he remembered, Li Daoxuan soon arrived at the center of the mausoleum, and indeed saw an ancient bronze coffin placed on the altar.
"Who?"
As soon as Li Daoxuan appeared, the Turkic soldiers guarding here drew their swords and prepared to chop.
"Certainly!"
Li Daoxuan drew a talisman in the air, and the golden talisman spread in all directions, causing the Turkic soldiers to freeze in place, unable to move, even their eyes unable to move.
Including those Turkic monks hiding in the dark.
Li Daoxuan walked forward quietly, as if he was in an empty space in this Turkic forbidden area.
He finally stopped in front of the bronze coffin and sneered.
No matter who you are, don't even think about coming out again.
He stretched out his right hand, and a golden flame suddenly rose in the palm of his hand. The cry of the golden crow could be heard all around. If one looked closely, one could vaguely see the figure of a three-legged golden crow dancing and circling in the flames.
The flame was only a faint wisp, but the temperature was incredibly high, burning and distorting the surrounding void, filling it with the most masculine and masculine aura.
This is the true fire of the sun, and also the true fire of the Golden Crow.
Li Daoxuan was once able to activate the true fire of the sun, but that was the essence of the sun absorbed by the Five Elements Escape, which was equivalent to the flames on the surface of the sun. However, this Golden Crow Fire was equivalent to the fire source at the core of the sun.
Therefore, although it was only a faint wisp, it consumed almost 30% of Li Daoxuan's magic power, enough to boil the entire East China Sea.
"Go ahead."
Li Daoxuan waved his hand, and the golden sun fire fell on the ancient bronze coffin.
Boom!
In an instant, the ancient coffin began to jump continuously, and countless black air was burned away by the true fire. Faint roars could be heard from inside, like thunder.
