Chapter 725: Zhu Xian Sword Formation, the Three Pure Ones Return
Li Daoxuan's eyes widened, his heart was in turmoil and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
I am... the reincarnation of Master Tongtian?
He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he had asked his father about the name Li Daoxuan. After all, among so many names like Yuxuan, Yuxuan, Zixuan, etc., the name Li Daoxuan seemed very out of place.
My father said that when his mother was pregnant, she contracted a serious disease and almost had a miscarriage. She saw many doctors at the time but to no avail. Her body was getting weaker day by day. Suddenly, an old Taoist priest visited the house and made his mother drink a cup of talisman water. After that, she soon recovered.
My father was very grateful to the old Taoist priest and wanted to give him money, but was rejected.
The old Taoist said that he was destined to have a son, and if he really wanted to be grateful, he would name his son Li Daoxuan.
This name will bless his son to turn misfortune into good fortune and live a long life in the future.
When his father told him this story, he thought it was made up. He asked his grandparents, and they said there was no old Taoist priest and that his mother's illness was cured by a doctor.
At that time, my father was too worried and had mental problems. He went to a mental hospital for treatment for a period of time, but he returned to normal later.
But he was extremely stubborn about the name Li Daoxuan, so his mother agreed to give him this name in order to reassure him.
Li Daoxuan remembered another thing.
The old Taoist priest taught him the secret technique of transforming one qi into three pure ones. Later, when he attained the celestial immortal realm, he wanted to use this technique to obtain all four great Dao fruits, but he was worried that his practice was too slow.
As a result, the One Qi Transformation into Three Purities seemed to be tailor-made for him. He achieved great success in just a few months and was even able to reverse fate.
Li Daoxuan suddenly realized at this moment that it turned out that his innate magical power was to transform one qi into three pure ones. Even if he had forgotten everything in countless reincarnations, he could still cultivate it quickly.
Li Shimin nodded and smiled, "Tianzun, the world is over, please return to your seat quickly."
The green lamp in his hand suddenly floated up and then penetrated into Li Daoxuan's sea of consciousness.
In an instant, the humble room that had been silent for a thousand years suddenly became bright with a single lamp.
It was like lightning striking his mind, and many ancient memories that had been forgotten in the cycle of reincarnation emerged like a tide. Li Daoxuan slowly closed his eyes.
There was a hint of anticipation and uneasiness in Li Shimin's eyes.
The green lamp was the incarnation of the ancient Buddha Dipankara after his death. It can awaken a lifetime of memories of past lives, but Li Daoxuan is too special, after all, he was once a saint.
If Li Daoxuan failed to restore the saint's memory and cultivation, then this plan spanning 30,000 years would have completely failed.
The catastrophe will devour every living being.
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In a trance, Li Daoxuan seemed to see a purple-robed immortal holding a long sword, standing on the top of the mountain, tall and slender, overlooking all living beings.
"Billions of years ago, I became a saint through Jiejiao. The so-called Jie means to seize the glimmer of hope for all living beings."
He turned around, his appearance was handsome and heroic, his eyes were as sharp as swords, and he was vaguely similar to Li Daoxuan.
Li Daoxuan took a step back and looked alert.
He had seen his senior sister's resistance, so how could he know whether this Master Tongtian would be a blessing or a curse for him?
He is Li Daoxuan, not Tongtian Jiaozhu. Even if he was once, but in this life, he is just Li Daoxuan!
As if sensing Li Daoxuan's worry, Tongtian smiled and said, "You are not me, and there is no need to be me, otherwise all the efforts of my brothers and sisters over the years will be in vain."
Li Daoxuan suddenly had an idea and thought of what Nuwa said. The key to Fuxi's calculation was to have a person who was closely related to the prehistoric world but not under the jurisdiction of heaven.
If he becomes Tongtian Jiaozhu again, he will undoubtedly be affected by the Honghuang Heavenly Dao, and all his previous efforts will be wasted.
Tongtian Patriarch slowly walked towards Li Daoxuan, stopped three feet in front of him, and then handed over the Qingping Sword in his hand, saying with a smile: "Don't think too badly of the saints. We were born and raised in the prehistoric times. Even ants will protect their homes, and so will gods and Buddhas."
"The name Li Daoxuan was the common name I used when I traveled around the wild world before I became a saint. Now ... I give it to you."
He smiled casually, and his sharp sword eyes revealed a hint of expectation.
"I borrowed the luck of all living beings to become a saint. Today, I will return it to all living beings. Li Daoxuan, go and grab that ray of hope for them."
His figure gradually faded, only the Qingping sword remained and fell into Li Daoxuan's hand.
With a familiar sound of sword, in an instant, it was as if the glaciers melted and all things came back to life.
Li Daoxuan felt as if his brain exploded. Countless insights, sounds, memories, and information poured into his mind like a flood.
At this moment, he finally understood why the old Taoist priest and the goddess said that he had to cultivate to the heavenly fairyland before he could know the truth.
This is because only those who have reached the level of Heavenly Immortal can barely inherit the memories of a saint without causing their soul to be shattered.
Moreover, only by reaching the realm of heavenly immortals can one avoid losing oneself under the impact of the saint's memories.
After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes, and the sword light instantly illuminated this dark world.
At this moment, he has undergone a tremendous change and is no longer the same as before.
The golden light on the top of the head is divided into five colors, and the red lotus under the feet is chasing thousands of miles; the eight-diagram fairy clothes come with purple air, and the three-edged sword is called Qingping.
Although Master Tongtian had lost a lot of his spiritual nature and magical powers in the reincarnation of eternity, a saint is still a saint, and even if only a corner of his legacy is like a vast ocean to a cultivator.
Li Daoxuan's cultivation level soared in an instant, shattering the bottleneck of the Golden Immortal Realm with the force of thunder, and continued to climb, finally stopping at the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm.
The Eight-Nine Profound Art even broke through to the eighth level. The Dantian was like the universe, opening up a primordial world within the body. Every acupoint was like a star, shining with brilliant light.
The most amazing thing was the Qingping sword in Li Daoxuan's hand.
As the divine weapon of Master Tongtian for proving his truth, this sword has accompanied the saint through the reincarnations of countless generations. It has been loyal and dedicated, and has been nurtured for 30,000 years, waiting for the moment when it is unsheathed to show its beauty.
Li Shimin bowed and said, "Welcome back to the throne!"
"The tide is coming in the Qiantang River. Today I know who I am."
Li Daoxuan's voice sounded slowly, like an eternal jade bell, echoing in this world, shaking the rivers and seas and causing waves to rise.
He seemed like a different person, yet at the same time, he seemed to have not changed at all.
"Brother Li, thank you very much."
Li Daoxuan looked at Li Shimin and did not call him "Your Majesty" or his true identity, Emperor Ziwei, but called him "Brother Li".
Li Shimin was slightly shocked, and a hint of emotion appeared in his eyes.
They were like-minded comrades who together created the prosperous Tang Dynasty. No matter what their past and present lives were like, this brotherhood has never changed.
Infinite light burst out from Li Daoxuan's body, instantly piercing the world and returning to reality.
“Master!”
Changle’s crying continued, as if that long experience had only passed in a moment.
"Why are you crying? Your master is not dead yet."
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and touched her head. Then the injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Thousands of fairy lights appeared on his head and red lotuses were under his feet. His white clothes turned into purple fairy robes. He held the Qingping Holy Sword in his hand and seemed to be overlooking the immortals from the top of the mountains.
Changle only felt that her master seemed to be emitting a holy light that was difficult to look directly at. Even though she was an immortal, her eyes felt stinging.
“Master…”
For some reason, she suddenly felt that the master in front of her was vaguely strange.
Li Daoxuan looked at her deeply and said, "Please take good care of your master's wife for me."
After saying that, he stepped into the air and came to the front of the woman in white. Looking at her beautiful face, his eyes became gentle.
"Senior sister, you are back."
Li Daoxuan's gaze passed through her body and saw the soul that was shining brightly.
The consciousness of Queen Mother of the West, Taizhen and Yang Yuhuan seemed to have reached some kind of resonance, forming a wonderful balance.
Let go of the barriers and become one.
Taizhen smiled slightly, her beauty beyond description.
"Junior brother, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting ."
The remaining gods and Buddhas did not understand the situation and rushed towards the two of them, arriving in a flash.
Li Daoxuan did not use the Qingping Sword, but instead formed a sword seal with his hand, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Sword!"
But there was a clanging sound of swords, and murderous aura swept into the sky. The bright moon in the sky turned red, and in the mortal world, the shadow of a sea of blood suddenly rose.
Those were four divine swords that had evolved the art of killing to the extreme.
The Zhuxian Sword, representing "profit", is hung on the Zhuxian Gate to the east of the Zhuxian Formation.
The Luxian Sword, representing "death", is hung on the Luxian Gate to the west of the Zhuxian Formation.
The Xianjian Sword, with red light everywhere, was hung on the Xianjian Gate just south of the Zhuxian Formation.
The Juexian Sword has infinite changes and is hung on the Juexian Gate just north of the Zhuxian Formation.
The legendary Hongmeng's First Killing Formation has reappeared in the world since the Battle of the Gods, and as soon as it came out, it showed its supreme edge and mighty power.
The gods and Buddhas were surrounded by the sword formation, and in an instant, bursts of blood light rippled from their bodies.
The three flowers on the top of the head were cut off one by one by the sword energy.
Lady of the West summoned many magic weapons, including shields and armor, but they were chopped into pieces by the flash of sword light, and her head flew off.
There is no god under the sword of Zhu Xian.
The South Pole Immortal Emperor's golden body was chopped into pieces by the Sword of Immortal Slaying, and then burned by the flames of the Sword of Immortal Trapping, and instantly turned to ashes.
Even the Jade Emperor could not withstand the sharpness of the Zhuxian Sword Formation. The crown that symbolized the emperor of the three realms was shattered. His hair was disheveled and he looked extremely embarrassed. He only held on for a few more breaths before his head was finally chopped off by the Zhuxian Sword.
As the sword formation comes together, all the immortals turn to ashes and all the Buddhas vanish into thin air!
Li Daoxuan stood in the center of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, his long hair flying, looking at the huge face made up of stars, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.
The majestic consciousness finally lowered its eyes and looked directly at Li Daoxuan.
An old voice echoed between heaven and earth.
"I gave you this Immortal Execution Sword Formation. Do you really think you can stop me with it?"
Li Daoxuan said loudly: "Master, of course I can't stop you."
After a pause, his eyes narrowed, and murderous intent rose to the sky, even overshadowing the four swords of Zhu Xian. The Qingping Sword trembled in his hand.
"I didn't mean to stop you, because... I wanted to kill you."
The root of everything is because of that Taoist Ancestor.
Hongjun is the first saint in the world. Logically speaking, a saint has reached the pinnacle of spiritual practice, but Hongjun is so talented that he has created a new realm called Hedao.
The so-called harmony with the Tao means to transform oneself into the Heavenly Tao, become the embodiment of the Tao, and surpass the saints.
Hongjun succeeded, but the crisis was quietly approaching.
The way of heaven is fair and ruthless. Hongjun's character cultivation is very high, but he still retains some personal emotions. There is nothing wrong in the short term, but as time goes by, problems slowly begin to arise.
He heard the resentment of all living beings every day, with billions of voices chattering in his mind. What made him feel even more upset was that those gods and Buddhas had taken away most of his power.
Monsters, witches, fairies, gods, demons...
These creatures born from heaven and earth are born with powerful powers. These powers come from heaven and earth, in other words, from him.
So he tried to secretly bring about a catastrophe, trying to make these powerful creatures fall. The war between wizards and liches, the war between humans and witches, and the war of the gods were all fueled by him.
After those powerful creatures die, their power will return to heaven and earth, that is, return to his hands. The more creatures that die, the stronger his power will be.
This feeling fascinated Hongjun very much. No cultivator could resist the temptation of increasing strength. In addition, he found a perfect reason for his behavior - the resentment of all living beings.
The souls of those living beings who died in the fights between gods are constantly complaining to the heaven and earth. Hongjun, who is the heaven and earth, hears them billions of times every day.
The temptation of power, the stimulation of resentment, and the accumulation of billions of years finally made him become a demon bit by bit.
Until one day, an amazing idea came into his mind.
What would happen if all those gods and Buddhas were swallowed up?
Is there another realm above the He Dao?
Once evil thoughts are born, they quickly grow larger until they are out of control, brewing a catastrophe for all living beings.
Hearing Li Daoxuan's words, Hongjun's voice seemed to reveal a hint of smile, as if he had heard a joke.
"My disciple, I am the Tao, I am the Heaven. If you want to kill me, then come to Heaven."
Li Daoxuan was not afraid at all and said, "As you wish."
In an instant, the sky and the earth darkened, and the stars and the bright moon disappeared.
Eternal night returns!
Li Daoxuan snorted coldly, and he took a step forward, ready to ascend to heaven.
"Junior brother!"
Taizhen held his hand, and her clear eyes looked at him quietly, as gentle as water.
"I'll wait for you to come back."
Li Daoxuan smiled at her, opened his arms, held the soft body in his arms, and smelled the fragrance of her hair. Although he was reluctant, he knew he had to leave.
"After this battle, we can retire from the human world and no longer care about these worldly disputes."
Taizhen smiled sweetly and whispered something in his ear.
Li Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at her with an incredible look.
Taizhen smiled and said, "Senior sister, you must keep your word, but the premise is... you must come back alive."
Li Daoxuan laughed and reached out to scratch her nose.
"wait for me."
After saying this, he ascended into the sky, and his purple robe gradually disappeared into the dark sky.
"Really... so disrespectful."
Taizhen grumbled, but looking in the direction he left, her eyes, which were always free and lively, now gradually revealed a hint of sadness.
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Heaven.
When Li Daoxuan came here, the ground around him began to wriggle, like the intestines of a monster, and the force of consumption swept over. Even a true immortal would have his Taoist fruit worn away and become food.
But he was protected by the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, and the surging sword energy easily blocked the dissipating force.
Li Daoxuan did not continue to move forward, but looked into the distance, bowed and said with a smile: "Two senior brothers, it's time."
Two divine lights flew over, one of them was a middle-aged man, holding the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, solemn and dignified, and the other was an old heavenly master, with purple air crossing the sky and a myriad of Taoist rhymes.
The two looked at Li Daoxuan with a hint of regret in their eyes.
They had originally fallen into a deep sleep, but the Three Pure Ones were inextricably linked with each other, and their return to heaven awakened them from their slumber.
Of course, this is also part of the plan.
The three of them looked at each other. They had finally come to this point. Success or failure, life or death, all depended on their next attempt.
Li Daoxuan made the lotus seal with his hands, and the three-petal lotus in his sea of consciousness also blossomed with brilliant light, as if it had some mysterious attraction.
Reverse the flow and transform into the Three Pure Ones!
Yuanshi Tianzun transformed into a ray of golden light and escaped into Li Daoxuan's Niwan Palace, then turned into a thumb-sized person, sitting cross-legged on one of the three-petal lotus flowers.
Taiqing Tianzun transformed into a ray of purple light and disappeared into it, also changing into a thumb-sized person, sitting cross-legged in a three-petal lotus.
Li Daoxuan's own soul also sits here.
In an instant, the Three Pure Ones returned to their places.
Legend has it that the Three Pure Ones were the incarnation of Pangu's primordial spirit, which split into three and never reunited again. However, this time, under the pressure of the catastrophe, they finally reunited and returned to their original positions.
Li Daoxuan slowly opened his eyes, and in his pupils, a flash of primordial purple air appeared, and earth, water, wind and fire were everywhere.
The Tai Chi diagram is in front, the Pangu Banner is behind, the Zhuxian Sword is on the left, the Jade Ruyi is on the right, and he is also holding a Qingping Sword in his hand.
An indescribable power emerged from him, and the squirming forehead suddenly became quiet, as if it had been frightened by something.
Those dazzling fairy palaces in the distance began to rumble and cracks appeared just by Li Daoxuan's glance.
The next step is to ascend to heaven and kill the Tao!
