Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 251 The fairy in the painting

"Unify the sky 36, the nine heavens are becoming universal. Transform into the ten directions, spread the chanting scriptures. Howling wind whips the sun and the moon, and subdues all demon spirits. Helps the ghosts of the long night, and thunderbolts will be born for ten thousand years!"

Following Zhang Qianyang's formula and chanting of the mantra, pale golden thunderbolts fell from the sky!

This is the sixty-nine-day thunder in the Shenxiao Five Thunder Rectification. Compared with the forty-nine-day thunder, its power has a qualitative leap. As the thunder falls, the phantom of the general of the Thunder Department even appears in the sky above the Yellow Springs.

If the four-nine-day thunder is the killer weapon in the Yin God Realm, then the Six-Nine Heaven Thunder is the killer weapon in the Yang God Realm, and it can also do great damage to the strong Yang God!

Back then in Longyou County, Hongzhou, Zhang Qianyang summoned a sixty-nine sky thunder, which split the dragon to pieces.

At this moment, he used the secret method to return to the Yang God Realm at a great price. In an instant, he summoned sixty-nine thunderstorms, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and he didn't seem to be tired at all.

Boom!

Pale golden thunder landed on the ghost king Xudu.

This time, the black brilliance flowing around him was shattered by the thunder, and cracks appeared on his body, like broken porcelain.

The thunder force from Zhigang Zhiyang fell on him like boiling soup and snow, and there was even a sizzling sound, and black yin energy continued to emerge.

There was a hint of pain in Xudu's eyes, it was obvious that even if it was him, it would not be easy for him to resist six or nine days of thunder.

boom!boom!boom!boom……

Pale golden thunder hit Xudu's body like a torrential rain, almost turning the entire Yin Mountain into a golden ocean, and the dissipated thunder power was enough to wipe out any ghost generals in the Yin God Realm.

At this moment, Zhang Qianyang really looked like the god of thunder descending from the earth, every strand of hair was filled with golden thunder, his eyes were even more dazzling like the sun, and even his appearance became younger.

The wrinkles on the face disappeared and became rosy and smooth.

With handsome features and a chic temperament, he is a handsome middle-aged uncle who will be placed in future generations.

Xudu let out screams, his whole body was submerged in the golden sea of ​​thunder, and the cracks on his body continued to expand.

Because the divine power of the fixing spell has not been exhausted, he can't resist or escape. He can only be beaten passively, relying on his profound Taoism to resist.

Naturally, Zhang Qianyang would not let go of this good opportunity. He attracted dozens of thunderbolts in one breath, and all of them bombarded Xudu's body.

Not only that, but before the thunder light dissipated completely, he swallowed several Huiyuan Pills refined by his junior brother, forcefully recovered his mana, and then squeezed the sword formula with his hands.

"Taiyi Tiangang, sword swings in all directions, slays demons and ghosts, governs the capital Pingyang, rushes like a law, cut!"

Clang!
Ten thousand Taiyi thunderwood swords straddled the void, densely packed, like a sea of ​​swords.

Whoosh whoosh!
Tens of thousands of flying swords were shot at Xudu Ghost King, specifically piercing the wound he had been struck by the thunder, and further expanding his injury.

This confrontation was like a flash of lightning, a rabbit rising and falling, and within a few breaths, Zhang Qianyang caused a lot of injuries to the Xudu Ghost King. With the fixing spell, he even gave people a feeling of pressing Xudu and beating him. Feel.

If people in the Taoist sect saw this scene, their jaws would drop in shock.

The majestic Tiangang Fumo Daoist who cut down mountains and destroyed temples back then seems to have returned...

But it is a pity that the time of the fixing spell is not endless.

Just when Zhang Qianyang was about to go all out to expand the results of the battle, Xudu's body trembled violently, and finally broke free from the shackles of the fixing spell. Immediately, a strong yin energy emerged from his body, and strands of flesh appeared on the cracked wounds, as if Like mending clothes, quickly close the scars and return to normal.

Xudu grasped it with his big hand, and the densely packed flying swords quickly became smaller, like grains of dust gathered in his palm.

Zong Erwan sword, but it can't be filled with just one hand.

This kind of great supernatural power to grasp the universe is close to the gods and Buddhas.

There was no fear in Zhang Qianyang's eyes. He bit the tip of his index finger and used the blood of the Yang God to form an array in the void!
Staring at him with a blank stomach, he said with a sneer: "Zhang Qianyang, let alone you, even if Zhang Zhiyan has arrived in the world of Huangquan, he would not dare to act presumptuously in front of me!"

"Oh, by the way, that old man Zhang Zhiyan, I'm afraid he can't protect himself now. When I succeed in crossing the catastrophe, I will be the first to kill Longhu Mountain, and turn the so-called Celestial Master's Court into the ghost realm of Huangquan!"

Hearing this, Zhang Qianyang's eyes burned with raging anger, and said: "The reason why the old man fell asleep is indeed related to you!"

Xu Tu showed an inscrutable smile, and said: "If you want to blame, you can only blame him for being too arrogant and claiming to be invincible in the world. Over the past few decades, he has destroyed our plans several times. , finally found his flaw!"

Zhang Qianyang's heart shuddered, and a chill came out.

Bishop?

He remembered the Mara Sect mentioned by his disciples. Could it be that Xudu also joined the Mara Sect?

Even if he is going to be honored as the leader of the sect with his empty stomach, who is that sacred person?
Zhang Qianyang was thinking in his heart, but his hands didn't stop. Yangshen's essence and blood gushed out as if he didn't want money, and quickly drew a big formation of Tiangang subduing demons in the void.

He is known as the real person of Tiangang Fumo, and what he is best at is not thunder, nor swordsmanship, but the Tiangang Fumo formation.

When he was fighting with Yang Guang, he once set up this formation, but at that time he used black dog blood and rooster blood to set up the formation. After all, the power was limited, but the current formation is based on his own blood, power The strength is not the same as before.

Wisps of Heavenly Gang's power gathered to surround the Ghost King Xudu in an attempt to refine him.

The power of Tiangang is the abundant divine power cultivated from the stars in the sky. With the power of the stars in the sky to subdue demons, even if it is a big demon who has cultivated to the Yang God Realm, if it is covered by a formation, it will be destroyed by the power of Tiangang. Strength produces refinement, and the soul flies away!
However, the Xudu Ghost King remained motionless because a colorful cassock appeared on his body.

With the appearance of the cassock, a mysterious Zen charm arises spontaneously, as if an eminent monk is chanting sutras in the void, which makes people feel enlightened and enlightened.

This scene looks very funny, a ghost king who has done a lot of evil, even put on a Buddhist cassock, and the cassock looks very extraordinary, with the golden light of Bodhi flowing, mysterious and unpredictable.

Zhang Qianyang didn't hesitate to consume the power of the heavenly gang condensed by his essence and blood, but when it fell on the cassock, it seemed to become a speck of dust, a leaf, which was shaken by the golden light and dissipated into nothing.

The Ghost King of Xudu laughed loudly, and said, "Zhang Qianyang, let alone you, even if Zhang Zhiyan came, how could he break the cassock of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

Hearing this, Zhang Qianyang was shocked.

The cassock of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?

It is said that the landownership of Mount Jiuhua was owned by the local tycoon, Mr. Min.When the temple was built, the Ksitigarbha King asked Mr. Min to give him land. Mr. Min was willing to do good, and he was very respectful to Ksitigarbha. How much land did he ask for?Ksitigarbha replied: "It is enough to ask for a cassock."

How much does Mr. Min think a cassock occupies?So he generously agreed.

Unexpectedly, Monk Ksitigarbha, by throwing off his cassocks, actually covered up Mount Jiuhua. Mr. Min was overjoyed when he saw that Bhikkhu Ksitigarbha had this magical power. become a monk.

Could it be that this cassock is the one that covered the Jiuhua Mountain?

Wearing a cassock on his belly, Xu walked out of the Tiangang demon-subduing formation with ease, and said indifferently: "Zhang Qianyang, I have accepted your life."

……

boom!
Zhang Qianyang's figure was slapped flying with a palm, and hit the stone wall behind him like a cannonball.

With just one slap, his body's bones and tendons were broken, and he coughed up blood continuously. If he hadn't returned to the Yang God Realm, he might not even be able to withstand this slap.

Seeing that his body was about to hit the cold and hard stone wall, one hand pressed on his back.

boom!
Li Daoxuan followed his master and bumped into the stone wall.

The mountain trembled slightly, and countless gravels fell.

Li Daoxuan's Mingguang Silver Dragon Armor shone with light, helping him offset most of the power, so he didn't suffer multiple injuries.

The ten breaths have passed, and the body-fixing talisman has been untied. Li Daoxuan did not choose to escape, but resolutely went to save the master.

The purpose of his coming here is to refine the supreme gold liquid to restore the master's injuries. If the master loses his life in the end, wouldn't it be extremely stupid to buy a box and return the pearl?
"Go, you go!"

Zhang Qianyang ordered him while coughing up blood.

Li Daoxuan didn't care at all, and said with a smile: "Master, if you want to go together, this disciple will not leave you behind."

After a pause, he scolded with a smile: "Stop being a hero in the future, you are already very old, isn't it good for you to take care of yourself?"

"You stinky boy!"

Zhang Qianyang was angry and moved, he shook his head and said: "Okay, let's run away together, this fight is impossible!"

The Ghost King of the Void Belly is an existence that is about to become a fairy, and with the blessing of the underworld, it is already very difficult to deal with, but he still has the cassock left by the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?

Logically speaking, the cassock of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has extraordinary spirituality and is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. Even if the empty stomach got it, it would be impossible to subdue it, but somehow he used the cassock to put it on.

With this cassock in place, many methods would be ineffective against him.

Looking at them with a blank stomach, he was not in a hurry to make a move, like a cat playing with a mouse, wanting to see how they collapsed and despaired.

After hundreds of years of experience, he found that if people die with emotions of despair and fear, flesh and blood are more beautiful.

"Escape? You can't escape anywhere."

Looking at them with an empty stomach, his voice was extremely confident.

However, Lee Daoxuan looked straight at him without fear, and even smiled.

"No, it's probably you who should run away now."

Li Daoxuan took out the scroll again, looked at the empress on it, and smiled slightly.

The lady in the painting is still leaning lightly on the railing, holding poems and books in her hands, but her appearance is no longer immature, her eyebrows and eyes are all open, the eyes are like frost and snow, and the eyebrows are like a crescent moon, as if all the bells and bells in the world are gathered in one body.

She is no longer the empress when she was a girl, but the god of ghosts and immortals who protects one side and has a long-lasting incense for thousands of years!
As if feeling Li Daoxuan's gaze, the empress in the painting put down the poem and book and looked up at him.

The eyes of the two met, as if passing through two worlds.

The next moment, the picture scroll floated in the air, blooming with myriad divine brilliance, illuminating the world.

A figure as holy and flawless as colored glaze stepped out of the painting, dressed in a green dress and neon clothes, with three thousand blue silks hanging down to his waist like streamer brocade.

In Yinshan Mountain, Xudu's shout with a trace of fear sounded.

"It's you, how could it be you!"

(End of this chapter)