Chapter 627: The Third Transformation of Mysterious Skills, Yang Jian Passes on the Sword
The thirty-two heavens are covered with clouds and mist like a sea.
Two figures shuttled back and forth in the sea of clouds like two streams of light, constantly making violent collision sounds. The air waves generated were like a tsunami, creating vacuum zones in the surrounding sea of clouds.
The heroic figure in silver armor, black robe and fluttering cape clearly had a great advantage, exuding domineering aura and bright eyes.
The bright sword light came roaring like a dragon, carrying with it the might of the creation of the world, continuous and unending, like surging waves and rolling thunder.
But his opponents are also very tough.
Li Daoxuan held the Hunyuan Umbrella with amazing defense in his left hand and the Xuanyuan Sword with unparalleled attack in his right hand, like a shield on the left and a spear on the right. The forty-nine fairy beads dissipated the power of the three-pointed, double-edged sword, while the golden sword energy was sharp, magnificent, and extremely powerful.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang…
The two men fought continuously, and the sound of metal and iron was like the sound of a huge bell, stirring the sky, vibrating the eardrums, and rubbing out hot sparks.
Li Daoxuan retreated step by step and fell into an absolute disadvantage, but his eyes were extremely excited and his spirits were high.
Because he had persisted until the 36th strike, and was able to fight back occasionally!
Compared to three days ago when he had not yet practiced the Eight-Nine Profound Arts, he has made tremendous progress.
If there was someone familiar around at this moment, he would definitely notice that some amazing change seemed to have taken place in Li Daoxuan, as if he had been reborn.
The aura around him already had some of the charm of Erlang Shen. His dark and deep eyes were like a vast and boundless nebula, which could bring an invisible sense of oppression to people.
Apart from that, the biggest change is that Li Daoxuan has grown a few inches taller.
He became more handsome and taller, more heroic and vigorous, with an air of unparalleled strength, as if every inch of his muscles contained terrifying power.
If you take off his green robe, you will find that his bones and muscles are like steel and iron, and his muscles are like fish scales, smooth and beautiful, as if they were cut by a knife or an axe.
Even the most outstanding sculptor in the world would not be able to carve such a perfect body.
Eight-Nine Profound Art——the third turn!
With the help of those three drops of the great wizard's blood, Li Daoxuan has cultivated this unique skill to the third level, and his physical strength is many times stronger than before.
Even when facing Erlang Shen Yang Jian, he was able to hold on instead of being quickly defeated.
What surprised Li Daoxuan even more was that Erlang Shen was definitely a rare opponent. Not only was he physically strong, but his martial arts had also reached the level of a saint.
Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong and Xue Rengui in the human world are already masters of outstanding martial arts, but compared with Yang Jian, they are still far inferior.
Come to think of it, Yang Jian lived for thousands of years after all. During the Battle of the Gods, he was a general in King Wu's campaign against King Zhou. He charged into battle and killed countless enemy generals with his three-pointed, double-edged sword. He was a strong man who emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
After thousands of years of practice and polishing, his martial arts skills have reached a level that is absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.
The forty-second knife!
The three-pointed, double-edged sword that dominated the world suddenly changed. It glowed silver like water and was as light as the wind. From hard to soft, it was completely natural and moistened everything silently.
The fierce three-headed dragon was subdued by him and turned into an omnipresent green snake. It drilled into the gap in Li Daoxuan's defense and pierced his right shoulder.
Blood flowed out, Li Daoxuan put away his weapon, knowing that he was defeated.
Yang Jian put away the knife and shook it lightly. The blood stains on the knife disappeared, and it became clear and bright again, like cold light shining on snow.
Li Daoxuan looked at his right shoulder, where there was a scar, but it was not deep, only three inches into the flesh and was stuck in the bone.
Is Yang Jian’s knife not sharp enough?
No, it’s that Li Daoxuan’s body has become stronger. Not only his strength, but his body’s defense has also improved by leaps and bounds, and his flesh and blood have taken on a faint golden luster.
Unfortunately, he has not yet cultivated to the sixth level of the Eight-Nine Profound Art, reaching the realm of indestructible physical body, which is the level of Monkey King in Journey to the West.
Even the guillotine on the Demon-Slaying Platform could not cut him, and he remained unscathed when facing the punishments of wind, thunder, water, and fire.
Even Tathagata Buddha had to feed him copper juice and iron balls for five hundred years before he could suppress his indestructible golden body, which shows how powerful this realm is.
Back then, Monkey King ate the peaches of the immortal world, drank the imperial wine, and swallowed countless golden pills. He then went through the calcination in the Eight Trigrams Furnace before he was able to cultivate his body to this level. Such an opportunity is almost impossible to replicate.
Li Daoxuan sighed softly. He had only had the help of three drops of the great wizard's blood to reach the third level of cultivation. If he wanted to make further progress, it would be extremely difficult.
After resting for a while, the wound on his right shoulder healed automatically. Although not as fast as regeneration by dripping blood, it was still amazing.
"Master Erlang, let's fight again!"
Li Daoxuan let out a long roar, his heroic spirit soaring into the sky, his hair fluttering in the strong wind and clouds, his eyes were as bright as lightning, and the third eye between his eyebrows was shining even more.
This time he did not use weapons, but transformed himself into a winged white tiger, controlling the golden evil energy of the whole body and pouncing towards Erlang Shen.
In an instant, the sound of the tiger's roar shook the sky.
After mastering the Eight-Nine Profound Art, Li Daoxuan discovered that if he wanted to unleash the true power of the Seventy-Two Transformations, it must be supported by the Eight-Nine Profound Art.
The Seventy-two Transformations and the Law of Heaven and Earth, these two magical powers seem to be born for the Eight-Nine Profound Art. Only the practitioners of the Eight-Nine Profound Art can bring out their true power.
For example, the white tiger that Li Daoxuan turned into was no longer just for show, but like a real sacred beast, with its feet on the strong wind, able to control the golden evil energy of the west, and possessing magical powers.
Therefore, the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill plus the Seventy-Two Transformations is actually a very heaven-defying combination. Transforming into a Qilin can bring luck to the body, transforming into a Kunpeng can have the fastest speed in the world, and transforming into a real dragon can call the wind and rain...
It seems to be a magical power, but in fact it is all-encompassing and profound.
It’s just that Li Daoxuan’s previous changes were always superficial and lacked the most core inheritance, so they were gradually abandoned.
roar!
The white tiger attacked, but Yang Jian remained calm. He also used the Eight-Nine Profound Art and Seventy-Two Transformations to transform into a divine bird covered in flames.
The sacred beast Suzaku!
As the Nanming Lihuo gushed out, the white tiger transformed by Li Daoxuan gradually couldn't resist, and the surrounding golden evil energy was melted by the flames.
Fire overcomes metal. The White Tiger , is destined to be overcome by the Vermillion Bird, which represents the fire element.
Li Daoxuan transformed again, becoming a divine ape with a white head, a green body, and fiery eyes. A roar caused wind and thunder to rage, and the air was filled with water vapor.
The water-promoting monkey god Wuzhiqi!
The Wuzhiqi he has become at this moment is likely to be such that even if the Wuzhiqi who caused trouble in Chang'an back then came, they would only treat him as their twin brother and would not be able to tell the real one from the fake one.
Water overcomes fire, and Suzaku gradually fell into a disadvantage, but Yang Jian did not panic at all. He activated his mysterious power and transformed into a five-clawed golden dragon, causing huge waves.
Using water to suppress water, this is a competition of magic power with Li Daoxuan.
Li Daoxuan knew his own limitations and would not fight head-on. He continued to transform and became a golden-winged Roc. His wings seemed to be made of gold, emitting brilliant light.
It was mentioned in the Lotus Sutra that Garuda in the Deva and the Eight Classes of Heavenly Beings eclipsed five hundred celestial dragons.
Garuda is translated as the Golden-winged Peng.
Yang Jian transformed again, becoming Kunpeng of the North Sea. He soared through the clouds and carried the blue sky on his back. His wings spread out to cover a distance of ten thousand miles. The golden-winged Dapeng looked so small in front of him.
Li Daoxuan was almost swallowed...
The two competed in magical powers in the clouds, and in the end Yang Jian was one step ahead. Li Daoxuan had to restore his true form, use the power of heaven and earth, transform into a giant, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, and continue fighting with him.
Yang Jian also used the Law of Heaven and Earth. With the support of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, this magical power would no longer slow down the speed while increasing the strength, thus making up for the biggest flaw.
Two giants were fighting in the sea of clouds. The sound of their breathing was like thunder and their abundant energy and blood was like two suns rising slowly into the sky from the east and west.
This time they fought for seventy-two rounds before Li Daoxuan was defeated due to lack of strength.
"Haha, that feels great!"
He just felt extremely refreshed and happy. What was even more exciting was that through the fight just now, he had memorized all the formulas of the Eight-Nine Profound Art.
From the first to the ninth turn, I know it by heart.
A smile also flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.
"Thank you for teaching me, Master. I am very grateful!"
Li Daoxuan bowed and spoke in a firm voice.
"If you have any orders, I will go through fire and water to get it done!"
He had already vaguely sensed that the Erlang Master in front of him had his own will, but he was in a very special state and could not communicate freely.
Otherwise, how could he fight with the enemy for so long with only his third-level physical body?
Yang Jian's voice did not sound.
When Li Daoxuan looked up, he was suddenly stunned.
Because Erlang Shen's flesh and blood began to slowly dissipate from bottom to top, like dust drifting in the wind.
Yang Jian looked at Li Daoxuan from afar, and for the first time, obvious emotional fluctuations appeared in his indifferent eyes. He nodded slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
"Take good care of it."
Yang Jian's voice sounded, no longer the cold and numb words "Anyone who trespasses into the Heavenly Palace will die", but it revealed a hint of relief and unrestrainedness.
As his body completely dissipated, one thing remained, standing between heaven and earth, emitting the sound of a dragon, like a mournful wail.
Three-pointed double-edged sword!
For some reason, looking at Yang Jian who was disappearing like sand, Li Daoxuan felt a trace of sadness in his heart, and at the same time he also felt a heavy sense of being entrusted.
Although Yang Jian's life was brilliant and glorious, it was also cold and lonely.
He was extremely gifted. By the age of seventeen, he had mastered unparalleled martial arts. He was the best disciple of the third generation of Yuxu Palace. He became famous in the battle when King Wu conquered King Zhou. After being deified, he gradually became a figure like the god of war in heaven.
But when he went through countless tests and split the Peach Mountain, he found that his mother had already died.
For this reason, he always resented his uncle, the Jade Emperor, who had pressed his mother under Peach Mountain. Even though he was named Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, he did not live in heaven, but instead lived in Guanjiangkou on the human world.
Listen to orders, not announcements!
No other god is as clear about what he loves and hates as he is, and as hostile to evil as he is. He not only has a compassionate divinity, but also a vibrant humanity.
But perhaps because of this, he was also lonely. Over the past thousand years, looking around, he seemed to have no friend who was always by his side except the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand.
And now, he also gave away the three-pointed, double-edged sword that had accompanied him for thousands of years.
Li Daoxuan walked over and slowly grasped the dark, cold, yet domineering three-pointed, double-edged sword. Along with the sound of the dragon, a speechless emotion emerged in his heart.
It can't be explained clearly.
