Chapter 591: I advise the God to retreat, this is the land of the human world!
When Yan Chixia heard this, he was shocked.
He looked at Li Daoxuan deeply, showing gratitude, and bowed to him.
"Thank you for your guidance, Imperial Master!"
In the last sword, Li Daoxuan deliberately used the unfair sword intent to win, using Xu Qingxuan's swordsmanship to defeat Yan Chixia, preserving the face of Wanshou Palace and giving Yan Chixia hope.
The reason why you lost is because your own practice is not yet good enough, not because the swordsmanship of Wanshou Palace is not good enough.
"Hahaha!"
Xu Qingxuan's hearty laughter rang out again. He stood up tremblingly, supporting himself with his sword, his white hair fluttering in the wind.
"Little Li, you are thoughtful."
"Chixia, the sword art of my Wanshou Palace was taught by the Heavenly Master Xu Xun. When you practice it to the peak, you can kill the big demons above and the dragons below. It is enough to lift the clouds and ascend to heaven, and become an immortal!"
"You have done very well, but you have encountered a rare genius like Li. Unless the master descends to the earth, who in the world can beat him?"
Yan Chixia's eyes welled up as he looked at the body that was only in its sixties but looked older than an ordinary person.
"Bah, why are you crying? We are sword cultivators. We were born between heaven and earth and will die between heaven and earth. All we want is to have a clear conscience. Why should we be sad?"
These words are generous and heroic, and the loyalty and loyalty contained in them are even more unbridled and arrogant than the snow flying all over the sky.
"Senior, great virtue."
Li Daoxuan opened his white umbrella, shook off the snowflakes on it, and looked at Xu Qingxuan quietly with a pair of clear eyes. The red mark between his eyebrows slightly opened a ray of divine light, and he had seen clearly the deadline of Senior Xu.
Three days, he only has three days.
Xu Qingxuan laughed and said, "If someone else said this, I would just think he was talking nonsense, but you are about to become an immortal, and it's a relief to receive your praise!"
After saying this, he slowly drew out the Wanren Divine Sword.
Sword energy gushed out inch by inch, and his shaking body became straighter and straighter little by little, until in the end he looked like a divine sword that pierced the sky and earth.
The white hair is like sword tassels, and the eyes are like sword light.
“Master!”
Yan Chixia seemed to understand what his master wanted to do. The seven-foot tall man finally couldn't hold back his tears.
This time Xu Qingxuan did not scold him as usual. Instead, a hint of tenderness appeared in his sharp eyes.
"Chixia, you know me well. It is better to die in battle than to wait for death."
He pointed his sword at Zhang Qianyang and laughed, "Old man, we have argued and fought for a lifetime. How about you fight with me one last time?"
Zhang Qianyang's eyes turned red, and he took out the Taiyi Leimu Sword while cursing with a smile.
"You old thing, I knew that you would be jealous for the rest of your life when Ningyan chose me."
"Bah, who's jealous of you, old man!"
"Admit it, you are jealous, old man!"
The two men cursed at each other, then rushed forward, their swords clashed, the friction produced brilliant sparks, and the sound of metal was clear and loud.
In this battle, both of them fought extremely seriously and neither of them held back.
Xu Qingxuan squeezed out the last bit of his vitality. Every strand of his white hair was blown upside down by the sword energy. The Wanren Divine Sword shone so brightly that it outshined the sun in the sky.
Zhang Qianyang's body was filled with surging Tiangang energy. After he became a Heavenly Master, although his cultivation was delayed due to trivial matters, he was about to enter the late stage of Yangshen, and his understanding of the Tiangang Demon Subduing Array became even more profound.
The three inches of ground under your feet is like the eye of a formation between heaven and earth, which can bless you with infinite internal energy and help you eliminate demons and monsters!
Two sword shadows, one green and one yellow, kept crossing in the air, like two crisscrossing lightning. The scattered sword energy cut the mountains, rivers and plants into sword marks, and the Xihe River next to it kept exploding, raising water columns to the sky.
The fluctuations of the fight between the two Yang Gods made Yan Chixia feel extremely pressured. He retreated again and again, and finally even used the defensive sword moves from the Tiandi Wuji, before he was finally able to watch the battle.
But in a blink of an eye, he saw Li Daoxuan still standing there quietly with an umbrella, letting the wind and snow fall, while those sharp sword energies disappeared ten feet away.
Even the Taoist robe cannot be blown up.
Half an hour later, the battle finally came to a conclusion.
The magic sword in Xu Qingxuan's hand was pushed to the extreme, and it actually manifested seventy-two phantoms of dragons, roaring and dancing, tearing apart Zhang Qianyang's body protective qi and crashing into the Taiyi Leimu Sword.
These phantoms of dragons are all the evil dragons that the Taoist priest Xu Xun had killed in the past. That is why this sword is called the Dragon-Slaying Sword by Taoists.
Although Xu Qingxuan was exhausted and not in as good a condition as usual, his spirit burst out with incredible light, and resonated deeply with the sword, stimulating the deepest power of the Wanren Divine Sword.
boom!
Zhang Qianyang fell from the sky and took seven steps on the snow before he could barely steady his body. The Taiyi Leimu sword in his hand was shaking slightly.
He looked at Xu Qingxuan first.
Xu Qingxuan was also looking at him. The eyes of the two childhood friends met in the wind and snow.
"Old man, did you lose?"
Xu Qingxuan supported himself on the ground with his sword, his white hair fluttering in the wind. He seemed to have aged a hundred years, but his eyes were still sharp.
There was a hint of sob in Zhang Qianyang's voice.
"I lost. My apprentice beat your apprentice. I didn't expect that I, as a master, would lose to you."
Hearing this, Xu Qingxuan laughed three times, his voice shaking the heaven and earth, and he was extremely happy. Then his white hair fell down, and he closed his eyes little by little, but his body still stood straight.
Even the bones of a tiger remain standing after its death.
The sword energy that was rising into the sky eventually dissipated, and snowflakes floated down, landing on his white hair and Taoist robes. From a distance, he looked like an old snowman.
Yan Chixia held back her tears and knelt down and kowtowed silently.
He didn't cry, because he knew that his master was a very generous person and didn't like such childish behavior.
Longyou County, in the Wanshou Palace.
The headmaster Wu Qiubai, with red eyes, led all the disciples to kneel and kowtow in the direction of Xihe River and poured a bowl of strong liquor.
Of the thirty-four disciples who had followed him to participate in the battle against Chiyou half a year ago, only eight are left now, and half of them are disabled and will never be able to recover.
Even the head sect leader Wu Qiubai had a lot of white hair.
Above their heads is the plaque of Wanshou Palace. The two words "Wanshou" are like iron hooks and silver paintings, majestic and grand.
However, there is no longevity in the Wanshou Palace. The so-called longevity is just a beautiful vision.
…
At the moment when Xu Qingxuan's breath was completely cut off, three rays of light flew out from the top of his head. They were his three souls of heaven, earth and man.
The earth soul dissipates, the human soul escapes into reincarnation, and the heavenly soul returns to the sky.
With a flash of faint light, the human soul had left the world of the living and escaped into the underworld. Even a powerful Yang God like him would still be blinded by the laws of heaven after death and become confused.
Only by becoming an immortal can one retain a trace of his true spirit after death.
However, even if one is an immortal, if he goes through the cycle of reincarnation, it is possible that his spiritual nature will be wiped out, his mind will be infected by the spirit of the world, and his Taoist heart will be obscured.
Reincarnation depends entirely on God's will. We don't know when we will be born or where we will be born. Even if we find us, we will be another person.
A heroic and valiant general in the previous life may become a timid and cowardly coward in the next life; an upright and kind person in the previous life may become greedy and sinister in the next life.
In short, once you enter the cycle of reincarnation, everything is full of uncertainty. Unless you are the reincarnation of a god, you can keep a trace of your true spirit and ensure that it will not go astray.
The earth soul dissipated, the human soul escaped into the underworld, and just when the sky soul was about to return to the sky, Li Daoxuan finally moved.
As soon as he loosened his grip, the white umbrella automatically floated up, dropping wisps of fairy light that blocked out the sunlight and suppressed the heavenly soul in the human world.
Yes, he did not intend to sit idly by and watch this respected predecessor die. If he had not met him, it would have been fine. But since he had met him, he would always try to do something.
Otherwise, what is the use of all this cultivation?
To become an immortal means to transcend the heaven and earth, to do whatever one wants, to bless relatives and friends, and to be at peace with oneself. If one remains indifferent when seeing a good friend die in front of one's face, then what's the point of being an immortal?
Seeing Li Daoxuan taking action and forcibly snatching Xu Qingxuan's soul, Yan Chixia and Zhang Qianyang's eyes were shocked.
"Disciple!"
"National Master!"
The two shouted at the same time, but the emotions contained in them were different.
Yan Chixia was a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation. While Zhang Qianyang was hopeful, he was also full of worries about Li Daoxuan.
As the Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, he naturally knew the danger of this action. This action was against Heaven and would definitely bring about Heaven's punishment!
Sure enough, the next moment, the day turned into night, thunderclouds rolled , and the howling wind seemed to be warning Li Daoxuan to remove the white umbrella and release Tianhun.
Thunders that were either purple, gold, white, or blue were brewing in the clouds, covering an area of a hundred miles in radius. The enormous pressure made even a Yang Shen realm powerhouse like Zhang Qianyang tremble with fear.
This time, the divine punishment was even more powerful than the last time Li Daoxuan saved Sun Simiao. It was as if God knew that this person was not easy to mess with, so he increased the power of the divine punishment a lot.
Boom!
Tiny bolts of lightning fell and struck the trees beside Li Daoxuan, igniting flames and white smoke.
The thunder punishment has not yet fallen. These thunders are just a trace of energy that has escaped. One can imagine how strong the power of thunder is at this moment.
Li Daoxuan stood tall and slender, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind. There was no trace of fear on his white jade face, and he had the bearing of a master as profound and majestic as a mountain.
He stared at the rolling thunderclouds above his head, with a look of disdain in his dark eyes.
"I advise you not to seek hardship. I will protect Xu Qingxuan's soul."
Boom!
The thunderclouds trembled and seemed extremely furious, but they did not fall for a long time, as if they were afraid.
Yan Chixia was so shocked by this scene that he almost doubted his own eyes.
He must have seen it right. The national teacher threatened Shangtian, and then Shangtian actually... hesitated?
At least the thunderclouds appeared to stagnate for a short time. Although the thunder was loud, it did not dare to fall, but just wandered in the dark clouds.
"You still don't want to retreat? Do you really want to drink a forfeit instead of accepting my toast?"
Li Daoxuan waved his sleeves, and the Dragon Roar Sword Box flew out, fell to the ground and opened automatically.
clang!
A sacred and brilliant golden sword energy rushed up into the sky, making a sword sound like a dragon's roar. The sword energy was so strong that it dyed the dark clouds in the sky into red gold.
The Xuanyuan Sword is ready to go, ready to obey the sword master's orders at any time, fight against the sky, and chop up those thunderclouds.
The magnificent power of humanity mobilizes the destiny of the entire world, thousands of lights, millions of soldiers, emperors, generals, mountains and rivers, and the country...
Lei Fa issued a final warning, as if he was about to send down divine thunder.
Zhang Qianyang was a little anxious and asked, "Disciple, are you sure?"
Li Daoxuan smiled faintly, his calm voice revealing great ambition.
"It doesn't matter, this is the human world."
Boom!
As these words were uttered, the thunderclouds in the sky began to tremble, and finally dissipated on their own, like clouds disappearing after rain.
The sky is clear and the sun is shining on the earth.
The world is picturesque and the mountains and rivers are magnificent.
