Chapter 610: Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Fox, Bixia Yuanjun
"The sun is inside him..."
Fujiwara Junichiro looked at the man in blue as if he were a god.
He finally understood why his Shikigami, the Snow Demon, turned into ashes, and why the sun rose early today.
Could it be that this immortal from the Tang Dynasty... is the god who controls the sun?
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How long does it take to go from controlling hundreds of ghosts to being alone? The answer is one breath.
Yi Xiaojiao was bleeding all over, with his wounds festering. The death of Bai Gui had obviously brought him a huge backlash, and his momentum had weakened a lot.
But the real blow comes from within.
The Hundred Demons Shikigami that he was so proud of were actually... powerless to resist in front of this man?
The other party's relaxed look was as if he had just brushed away a speck of dust or pulled out a blade of grass. His calm eyes, which held a hint of pity, were simply a silent mockery of him.
"Damn it, Li Daoxuan, you forced me to do this!"
There was a hint of madness in Yi Xiaojiao's eyes, he still had one last trump card, although he had not yet fully grasped that trump card, but this man was too terrifying, if he wanted to turn the tables, he had to give it a try!
The next moment, Yi Xiaojiao opened his mouth and kept retching. Every inch of his muscle was trembling and his eyes showed extreme pain.
A snake tail came out of his mouth, mixed with disgusting green slime.
Li Daoxuan was not surprised by this, because all the ghosts were dead, but this little Yijiao was still alive and well, just with some injuries, which showed that he still had some kind of trump card hidden.
He did not try to stop it in advance, but waited quietly, mainly because he wanted to see what the other party would do.
After three years of enlightenment in Mount Longhu, his strength has reached an extraordinary level. He has a body of a human immortal, a cultivation level close to that of a human immortal, and many magical powers. He has not encountered an interesting opponent for a long time.
Compared to the gods and immortals in heaven, he was not very strong, but for the human world today, he has stood at the highest peak of the immortal road, unafraid of the clouds, and looking down at the mortal world.
The way of the Shikigami's sword is unconventional, and to an extreme degree, so Li Daoxuan is interested in giving him some time.
Crash!
A snake demon crawled out of his mouth, and then grew bigger in the wind, instantly becoming more than a hundred feet long. The most amazing thing was that it had eight heads and eight tails, its head looked like a dragon, its eyes were like red lantern fruits, and its back was covered with moss and trees.
Its abdomen was festering and bleeding, eight-colored dark clouds were floating above its head, and its body was as huge as eight mountains and eight valleys.
The mythical beast of Japan - Yamata no Orochi!
Fujiwara Junichiro looked at this terrifying giant snake with admiration in his eyes. Kamo-kun not only sealed hundreds of demons, but even... he sealed the Yamata no Orochi into his body.
"Fujiwara, attack together!"
Yi Xiaojiao suddenly shouted loudly, and then commanded the Yamata no Orochi to attack Li Daoxuan.
It was obvious that he had not yet completely controlled the divine beast, as blood continued to seep out of its seven orifices.
roar!
Although the Yamata-no-Orochi was very angry at the man who tried to control it, it could only rush towards Li Daoxuan, spewing out clouds of inky black smoke.
This is poisonous smoke. It is said that it is formed by absorbing the resentment of the dead souls after the war, and it can corrode the body of an immortal.
There was a hint of disappointment in Li Daoxuan's eyes.
That’s it?
On the battlefield of Chiyou, Junior Sister Taiwei killed Xiangliu. This Yamata no Orochi became quite famous in later generations, but it was still far inferior to Xiangliu.
That is the level of the early stage of Yang Shen.
He was ready to end the battle. He stretched out his hand and a bow and an arrow appeared in his palm, emitting extremely strong magical fluctuations.
The bow is the Qiankun bow, and the arrow is the Zhentian arrow.
Draw the bow and load the arrow.
As the bowstring was slowly pulled, an astonishing aura emanated from Li Daoxuan. A thousand-mile-long wind suddenly blew up between heaven and earth, making his hair dance wildly and his clothes flutter.
Before the arrow was shot, a huge crack had already appeared in the sea of clouds in the sky, as if it had been split in half by an invisible arrow.
The Yamata no Orochi seemed to feel the fear of death. Its huge body stiffened slightly and a hint of fear appeared in its scarlet eyes.
"We can't let him shoot this arrow, Fujiwara-kun, quickly use the Yata Mirror to shine on him!"
Yi Xiaojiao also realized the horror of the arrow and let out an angry roar.
Fujiwara Junichiro in the distance did not hesitate at all. He raised the Yata Mirror in his hand and shone it towards Li Daoxuan.
Although he was somewhat disgusted with Yi Xiaojiao's behavior, this matter concerned the fate of Japan, so he had to support Yi Xiaojiao unconditionally!
The magic mirror emitted eight white rays of light, which fell on Li Daoxuan, like eight magic iron chains.
There was a hint of pride in Yi Xiaojiao's eyes. Fortunately, before coming to the Tang Dynasty, he asked the Emperor for this divine artifact. The Eight-foot Mirror can determine everything in the world, even as powerful as gods and demons.
That black dragon is so violent that it can't move an inch after being reflected by the Eight-foot Mirror, right?
When Li Daoxuan is enveloped by the poisonous fog and then swallowed by the Yamata no Orochi, all his cultivation will be transformed into his own strength!
He will step on the corpses of the immortals of the Tang Dynasty and become the new legend of the world!
Li Daoxuan's bow pulling action did stop. The eight white lights contained tremendous power, as if they were transformed by some kind of rules, making him feel as if he was stuck in a quagmire and unable to move.
“Master!”
The willow branch in Changle's hand emitted a bright green light, and was ready to hit Fujiwara Junichiro to help his master break free from the control of the Yata Mirror.
But before she could act, she saw eighteen thousand star-like acupoints suddenly light up on her master's body, as if eighteen thousand volcanoes were erupting at the same time, and the energy and blood were surging, making a rumbling thunder.
Li Daoxuan's hand, which had originally stopped, continued to move, and the bowstring was slowly pulled.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap…
The eight chain-like divine lights broke one after another. When Li Daoxuan completely pulled the bowstring into a full moon, the Eight-foot Mirror in Fujiwara Junichiro's hand let out a mournful cry, and then it exploded with a click and broke into pieces.
The Yata Mirror, one of the three great national treasures of Japan, has become scrap metal.
Yi Xiaojiao's pupils condensed, revealing a look of shock, but then turned into madness.
Because at this moment the Yamata no Orochi he controlled had already appeared in front of Li Daoxuan, and the poisonous fog also enveloped it. Even if the other party shot that arrow, it would not change anything.
You must know that the Yamata no Orochi has eight heads. Even if the opponent shoots off one head with an arrow, it will be of no use.
But he soon realized how stupid his idea was.
Suddenly, a beam of arrow flew out from the dark poisonous fog, carrying with it the power of thunder and lightning. It directly blew away all the poisonous fog, and like a ray of black light that could destroy the world, it pierced through one of the heads of the Yamata no Orochi.
That’s not all. The arrow actually turned in the air, drew a graceful arc, and pierced another snake head.
All this happened in a flash. The speed of the Sky-shaking Arrow was so fast that it pierced through the heads of several giant snakes in almost the blink of an eye.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the lightning-fast arrows, the sound of heads exploding came one after another, and piles of rotten flesh splattered, making the entire valley seem like a meat grinder.
Sky-shaking arrows, chasing for thousands of miles, fighting until death!
The body of the Yamata no Orochi fell from the sky, causing the earth to shake.
Its huge snake body was still trembling, but its eight snake heads had disappeared, leaving only eight bloody snake necks.
whoosh!
The Sky-shaking Arrow automatically flew back to Li Daoxuan's hand, flashing with black light, without a drop of blood on it.
Li Daoxuan put away his bow and arrow, felt the light of the Demon-Slaying Book in his mind, and glanced at it casually.
"In August of the eleventh year of Zhenguan, I killed the demon beast Yamata no Orochi at Panlong Mountain and received a reward: the lower-grade spiritual treasure [Heavenly Cloud Sword]."
"The Kusanagi Sword, also known as the Kusanagi Sword, is one of the three great divine weapons of Japan. It carries a sinister aura..."
Li Daoxuan felt a little bored. Although the lower-grade spiritual treasure was precious, it was not that helpful to him at the moment. Besides, the sword he used for daily life... was a bit disliked to use.
It's not even worthy of being put into his Dragon Roar Sword Box.
Whether it is Bailong or Chixiao, their power is greater than this sword, so to Li Daoxuan, this sword is like chicken ribs.
He looked at the one standing there, who seemed to have aged several dozen years, and said, "Now you understand, the so-called Shikigami is nothing but a small Doyle. If you practice with the power of monsters, you will only be deceived by the monsters in the end."
Yi Xiaojiao's body trembled, and he fell to the ground, his eyes dazed. It was obvious that he had suffered a great blow and was on the verge of collapse.
"No, I was taught by an immortal and created the way of Shikigami. I should have become a master and founded a school. How could I lose? How could I die here?"
He muttered to himself, tears streaming down his face, and looked extremely miserable.
Li Daoxuan shook his head, pointed his sword, and was about to kill him completely.
At this moment, wisps of mist appeared, drizzle fell from the sky, and a graceful figure holding an oil-paper umbrella came slowly from a distance.
She was wearing a fiery red dress and walking in the rain with a graceful and elegant posture. There was an indescribable charm in her every move.
Sister Yu?
Li Daoxuan was a little dazed. He seemed to see Sister Yu coming gracefully , with long hair and eyes like autumn waves.
After the battle with Chiyou, Sister Yu returned to the Xiaoxiang waters to continue her retreat and hard practice, in preparation for the heavenly calamity that might come at any time. However, there has been no movement from her over the years, and she has never come out of retreat.
"Please calm down, Master. This man and I have a connection. Could you please spare his life? I am willing to let you... deal with me as you wish."
The voice was extremely gentle and charming, and she placed emphasis on the word "casually", which made people's bones go soft.
Li Daoxuan came back to his senses. She was not Sister Yu. Sister Yu would not dress so revealingly and her voice would not be so lascivious.
The red mark between his eyebrows opened slightly, emitting a bright light that shone on her body.
Nine huge tails waving behind her, her origins were instantly revealed.
"Qingqiu, Jiuwei, turns out to be a resurrected evil god."
The woman was being stared at by the Heavenly Eye. Her hair stood on end and her body was tense, but she pretended to be calm. She smiled and inadvertently lifted up the hem of her skirt, revealing her thighs, which were smooth, white, straight and slender, without any underwear.
"My common name is Yu Niang. I used to be a fox fairy under the seat of Bixia Yuanjun. So, like Zhenjun, I am also a Taoist."
"Yuniang has met fellow Taoist~"
As she spoke, she squatted down and bowed to Li Daoxuan, but her posture was very low, with the snow-capped mountains towering in front of her chest and the ravines very deep.
"Bah, you slutty fox!"
Changle blushed and spat.
