Chapter 576: The devil of world destruction commands the world!
"Brother, I will clear the way for you."
Tai Wei took a step forward, and the ancient sword at her waist flew out with a clang. The surging sword energy danced like an angry dragon and crashed into the stone statue in front.
Unexpectedly, these stone statues did not come back to life, but were washed to pieces and shattered by the river of sword energy.
Li Daoxuan stepped forward and stepped over the stones.
Crash!
The stones scattered on the ground quickly reorganized and condensed into terracotta warriors again, surrounding Li Daoxuan. Cracks appeared on the weapons in their hands, revealing the flashing cold light inside.
"Brother, be careful!"
Just as Tai Wei was about to draw her sword to help, she saw a flash of purple lightning and heard a loud thunder sound in her ears, echoing among the mountains, scaring away countless birds and beasts.
In an instant, the terracotta warriors exploded in unison, and were hit against the stone wall by a powerful air wave, turning into debris on the ground.
The purple lightning in Li Daoxuan's eyes disappeared, and his fluttering green robe returned to its calm state, spotless.
He walked quietly towards the bronze coffin. Although his steps were not big, they were like the movement of heaven and earth, shrinking the earth into an inch. In just a few steps, he crossed the entire underground palace and came to the altar.
Buzz!
As if sensing the threat, the ancient bronze coffin began to tremble more violently, and the faint roar sounded like thunder and the howl of a tiger, which made people frightened and felt like sitting on pins and needles.
Li Daoxuan sneered and stretched out his hand to press on the coffin.
That slender jade-like hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, its skin was as crystal clear as glass, and it was emitting rays of fairy light, which actually stopped the trembling of the bronze coffin.
A shocking demonic force as deep as the abyss and as domineering as fire came from the coffin, trying to flow into Li Daoxuan's spiritual realm.
The Tiandun sword intent transformed into a pure Yang magic sword, ready to be used to cut off the evil intent, but was stopped by Li Daoxuan.
He just wanted to confirm the origins of the person in the coffin.
Amidst the howling of ghosts and gods, Li Daoxuan came to a world full of blood. Magma was constantly gushing out from the earth, blood rained down from the sky, mountains collapsed, and mighty cities were burned down.
Countless bodies of civilians were abandoned on the roadside, most of them were broken into pieces, hands and feet were piled up, heads were like mountains, and mosquitoes and flies were everywhere.
At the city gate, Li Daoxuan saw two big words.
Chang'an!
His heart trembled, and he immediately understood that these were the murderous intentions of the devil. If the devil in the coffin was born, the world would face a great catastrophe, and even the prosperous Chang'an City would not be able to escape.
Is this a god or demon who wants to destroy the world?
Li Daoxuan was suddenly a little surprised. You know, he had already guessed the identity of this demon, but now looking at this scene, he was not sure.
If it was really him, he shouldn't want to destroy the world...
"Who are you? Why are you so determined to destroy the world?"
Li Daoxuan's soul moved, transmitting his consciousness.
But he did not receive any response. The surging evil spirit condensed into a huge golden knife, and with the faint sound of a tiger's roar, it chopped down towards Li Daoxuan!
"cut!"
Since they were unable to communicate, a gleam of sword light flashed across Li Daoxuan's eyes, and he formed a sword seal with his hand. Suddenly, a loud sword sound rang out from the Pure Yang Sword, emitting thousands of rays of light.
It was like a rising sun, and the scorching sword light instantly dispelled the evil intentions.
clang!
The sword flashed, and the golden knife shattered.
Li Daoxuan returned to the real world. The ancient bronze coffin had completely calmed down, and the evil spirit lingering on it had weakened a lot.
It feels cool to the touch, and the mottled green marks on it make people feel the vicissitudes of time.
“Senior Brother!”
Tai Wei stood beside him with a sword in hand, a hint of worry in her eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Li Daoxuan stared at the ancient bronze coffin in front of him, sighed softly, and his eyes were somewhat complicated.
"You were a great hero in your lifetime. As the saying goes, the victors are the kings and the losers are the bandits. Why do you hold such deep resentment and want to destroy the world?"
The coffin trembled slightly, as if to refute his words.
Li Daoxuan shook his head and sighed: "In this case, I can only destroy you completely."
He retreated with Tai Weiyingying, putting some distance between them and the coffin, and then formed a thunder seal with his hand, with the mysterious words in the "Dongxuan Yushu Thunder Method" echoing in his mind.
"He governs the thirty-six heavens, and is in the process of transforming the nine heavens. He transforms himself into the ten directions, with his hair untied, and recites the Gang Sutra. He whistles with the wind and whips the sun and the moon, and subdues all demons. He saves the ghosts of the long night, and thunders are born for ten thousand years!"
It was still the Longhu Mountain's thunder magic formula, but with the blessing of the "Dongxuan Yushu Thunder Magic", its power instantly doubled.
Boom!
Five thunderbolts descended from the clear sky, in red, white, blue, purple, and gold, each with its own might. Some were as majestic as the sky, some were as heavy as a mountain, and some were shaped like a dragon...
These are the Five Thunders of Heaven, Earth, Water, Dragon and Society. They are the most powerful thunders in the world and also the highest magical power in the Divine Sky Five Thunders Orthodoxy!
boom!!!
The space between heaven and earth was filled with lightning. The Terracotta Warriors that had just been restored were immediately shattered by the residual power of the thunder and fire, and the entire underground palace became charred.
After nine full breaths, the terrifying power of thunder finally calmed down.
"Brother, I'm afraid that in the entire Longhu Mountain, only our great master can compare with you in thunder magic. Even among all the heavenly masters of all generations, your thunder magic is definitely outstanding!"
Taiwei couldn't help but admire.
Although she had not practiced thunder magic, as a true disciple of Longhu Mountain, she still had some understanding of thunder magic. The strength displayed by her senior brother at this moment had reached the highest level of the Five Thunders Law, which even Zhang Jiuxiao of the past was far inferior to.
The five bolts of lightning that were drawn by the wave of his hand, each one was enough to threaten the powerful ones in the Yangshen realm!
But Li Daoxuan's eyes were solemn and he showed no joy.
When the lightning faded away, the ancient bronze coffin was left intact on the charred altar, and even the moss on it was still intact.
The coffin trembled slightly, as if mocking Li Daoxuan's arrogance.
"Brother, let me try!"
Taiwei's sword eyes flashed with sharpness, and the ancient sword in her hand made a dragon roar, emitting a dazzling sword light, and flew into the sky and into the clouds with a whoosh.
As she continued to form seals, a huge sword tip slowly emerged from the clouds.
"cut!"
A huge sword as big as a mountain fell from the clouds, like a sword of a god lost in the world. It was wrapped in endless sword energy and crashed into the small bronze coffin like a tsunami.
boom!
The wind was blowing, the land was sinking, the altar was suddenly broken into pieces, huge cracks spread in the underground rock strata, and the entire Yinshan Mountain Range was shaking slightly.
Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up. His junior sister's sword move was quite innovative.
But unfortunately, after the smoke and dust cleared, you could see that the ancient bronze coffin was still intact, without even a trace of sword marks, and no one knew what material it was made of.
"Brother, what should we do?"
Taiwei frowned, even she felt a little helpless.
Li Daoxuan pondered for a moment and said, "There is no need to waste any more mana. It would be difficult for us to destroy this coffin with just the strength of you and me. In this case..."
He waved his hand, and many paper cranes appeared before his eyes, flapping their wings and circling.
"Then let's gather the strength of the strongest people in the world and destroy this demon together!"
"We can't let Longhu Mountain take on all the responsibilities."
…
Three days later.
Maoshan.
Since the famous Taoist Tao Hongjing of the Southern Dynasties retired here and taught Taoism, the Maoshan Sect has become increasingly prosperous. By the Sui and Tang Dynasties, it was as famous as Longhu Mountain and both held the leading position in Taoism.
Although it was dawn, there were already pilgrims going up the mountain to burn incense and kowtow devoutly.
Of Maoshan’s most famous three palaces and five pavilions, only half are open to the public, and the rest are places for practice for disciples and elders of the sect.
In particular, the Baiyun Temple, which is located at the highest point, is where spiritual energy from all directions converges. Many Maoshan Sect's masters and hermits often practice in seclusion there.
"Mom, there's a paper crane!"
A little child accidentally looked up and saw a paper crane flying in the sky. He quickly called out to his mother who was burning incense in the temple.
The middle-aged Taoist priest at the side stared at him and snorted coldly, "You dare to show off your Taoist skills in my Maoshan?"
He made hand gestures and chanted a spell with his palms facing the sky. There was a loud thunder and a long, thin green lightning fell from the sky and struck the paper crane.
Taoist magic, palm thunder!
Seeing this scene, the pilgrims were amazed and praised the Taoist priest as a living god.
There was a hint of complacency in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest. In fact, he had already recognized that it was the Taoist's Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Note. However, seeing that the paper crane was flying in the direction of Baiyun Temple, which was an important place of the sect, he naturally could not let it in at will.
Boom!
The green lightning struck the paper crane, but unexpectedly, fairy light burst out from the paper crane's body and it opened its mouth to swallow the lightning.
Then he spoke human language.
"Little Taoist priest, that's all?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest was stunned. The paper crane... actually swallowed his palm thunder and spoke?
Isn't this a Taoist magic, but a spirit?
What he didn't know was that this paper crane contained a bit of Li Daoxuan's magical power. Although it wasn't much, it was still unmatched for ordinary cultivators.
"Monster, stop being so presumptuous!"
Anger flashed in the middle-aged Taoist's eyes, and then he waved the whisk in his hand and was about to cast another spell, but at this moment, rainbow lights burst out from Baiyun Temple and transformed into countless figures standing in the sky.
"Master Mingyuan, Master Mingxin, Elder Qingweizi, Elder Qingxun..."
The middle-aged Taoist's pupils trembled, because these people who appeared were all the famous uncles and elders in the Maoshan Sect, all of whom had cultivated to the Yin Shen realm. Many of them had been in seclusion for many years and no longer took care of things.
When he saw clearly the two people in the lead, the middle-aged Taoist was even more shocked. He immediately bowed and saluted respectfully.
The two men, one was wearing a simple Taoist robe, had white hair and a simple temperament. He was Elder Xuancheng who had been in seclusion in Maoshan for many years.
He used his magical power of turning beans into soldiers to save the country and protect the Maoshan heritage. He also worked with the emperor's preceptor to slay the Ghost King of the Underworld. It is no exaggeration to say that he was famous all over the world.
Six years ago, Elder Xuan Cheng was going to go into seclusion to break through to the Yang Shen realm, but now it is unknown whether he succeeded.
As for the other person, he was wearing a Tai Chi Taoist robe with a Taoist hairpin inserted diagonally. His eyebrows were whiter than snow, but his hair was as black as ink. His face was clear and his demeanor was elegant. His every move and gesture showed the bearing of a profound and majestic master.
It was actually Master Ye of Maoshan!
He is also the only peerless master who can still shine brightly in the era of the old Heavenly Master.
The paper crane emitted fairy light and turned into a phantom.
He was dressed in a green lotus robe, with a purple fairy gourd hanging from his waist. His hair was as black as ink, and he had a handsome face and a bright face, like a banished immortal who had come down to earth.
"No wonder I felt something in my heart today. I saw the purple air in the sky. It turns out that a distinguished guest has come here."
Master Ye smiled, his voice gentle and kind.
On the ground, the middle-aged Taoist priest was stunned, with a huge uproar in his heart.
What is the identity of that young figure that could make the head of the Maoshan sect and all the uncles and elders come out of seclusion to greet him personally?
Just then, a voice rang out.
"That person... seems to be the imperial teacher of our Tang Dynasty!"
"Yes, I went to Chang'an to do business, and there was a statue of the national teacher there, it was exactly the same!"
"The Imperial Master, the Imperial Master has come to Mount Mao!"
The pilgrims in the mountains became very excited and bowed down towards Li Daoxuan, even more pious than burning incense in the temple.
After all, there are only clay sculptures of gods in the temple, while the national teacher is a living god standing right in front of you!
Li Daoxuan's prestige among the people is so high that it even surpasses that of many gods. After all, if he had not been in charge of the Tang Dynasty, there would not be the current peaceful and prosperous times.
The middle-aged Taoist who had just attacked was both excited and scared. He just... attacked the national teacher?
No wonder a mere paper crane could easily break the palm thunder that he had practiced for thirty years. He is truly a living legend and a walking myth.
…
Tubo, Tantric Buddhism, Vajra Temple.
The ninth generation master, Zhizang, was sitting under an ancient tree, meditating. The setting sun shone on his bright red robes, as if covering him with a layer of Buddha's light, making him look majestic and solemn.
Ever since Li Daoxuan broke his Dharma image of Mingwang from a distance of thousands of miles last time, he had been devastated. He had been practicing hard day and night and had been meditating under the tree for many days.
Perhaps he had a sudden realization, and rays of Buddha's light appeared behind his head, faintly like a halo.
This magical scene shocked all the disciples in the temple.
"Master is indeed a rare genius in our Tantric Buddhism. I think he is about to become a Buddha!"
"The master's cultivation level is beyond our ability to guess..."
"Do you think that the current master can defeat Li Daoxuan?"
Master Zhizang, who had just entered the Yangshen realm, traveled to the Tang Dynasty. He wanted to give the Tang Dynasty a warning and show the style of the new Tubo master, but he did not expect to be defeated miserably by Li Daoxuan.
Now that he knows his shame and becomes braver, his cultivation is making great progress. The disciples of Vajra Temple all feel that Master Zhizang is no less capable than Li Daoxuan.
Just then, a paper crane flew out from the clouds and circled over the Vajra Temple.
Zhizang, who was in meditation, immediately opened his eyes and looked at the paper crane.
Li Daoxuan's figure appeared again, standing above the clouds, with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking around, his voice powerful, clear and full of energy.
"At the beginning of the decisive battle between the Tang Dynasty and the Turks, Tubo wanted to send troops to attack the Tang Dynasty, but although it stopped halfway, it also angered the majesty of heaven!"
When the monks heard this, their expressions suddenly changed.
Is the Tang Dynasty’s revenge coming so soon?
Zhizang remained calm. If the other party really wanted to bring an army to hold him accountable, he would definitely not just send a trace of his soul.
Sure enough, Li Daoxuan's voice continued to sound.
"Since Tubo is a foreign state of the Tang Dynasty, it should obey orders. Zhizang, I order you to go to Yinshan immediately and fight for the Tang Dynasty to make up for your mistakes."
The monks were immediately furious when they heard this.
"Why? The master is a Tibetan and will only obey the orders of the Zamp!"
"That's right, you are too much of a bully!"
"What are you afraid of? At worst, we can just fight him!"
Facing these accusations, Li Daoxuan snorted coldly, and the sound was like thunder, which actually rang all the twelve big bells in the Vajra Temple, and instantly silenced all the monks.
He was not as polite to the Tibetans as he was to the masters of the Maoshan Sect.
"Either go to Yinshan, or I will come to Tubo in my true form."
After a pause, Li Daoxuan's voice was calm, but there was an indescribable domineering tone in it.
"When that happens, I will tear down your Vajra Temple and roast the dragon fish from the Holy Lake to go with the wine."
Zhizang remained silent for a long time, and finally took action, but not as the monks expected. Instead, he sighed lightly, stood up and saluted.
"Ji Zang of the Vajra Temple, obeys... the order of the Tang Dynasty Imperial Master."
