Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 306 The death of Zhenlian, wipe out all the demons

"Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing" is the most precious treasure of Longhu Mountain. Only the direct blood of the celestial master is eligible to be taught, and it is also the most treasured treasure that Zhenlian dreams of.

He had imagined countless times that if he could practice the "Shangqing Great Cave Scripture", his cultivation would surely break through again, and his achievements would definitely not be lower than Zhang Zhiyan.

But now the words of the old heavenly master hit his heart like a thunderbolt.

It turned out that he had already learned the "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing", but he...couldn't learn...

The old celestial master sighed, and said: "Alian, even if you become a celestial master, you will not be able to complete the "Shangqing Dadong Sutra". Those life-prolonging medicines are effective for ordinary people, but they have little effect on you. In other words, even if you kill me, Jiuxiao and Qianyang, you will only be a celestial master for a few years in the end."

After a pause, the old heavenly master said meaningfully: "You think, Namo Luo, do you know this?"

Zhenlian's pupils froze, and she stood there blankly, speechless for a long time.

A chill rose in Li Daoxuan's heart, and he was very afraid of Mo Luo.

What a terrible calculation!

At this moment, Longhu Mountain has become a mess.

But the disciples of the outer sect are miserable. They have only cultivated a meager mana, and they can only draw a few talismans at most. When the talismans are used up, they are basically no different from ordinary people.

Seeing Zhang Jiuxiao's sudden burst of power, Zhang Qianyang wanted to step forward to help, but was swept away by the old celestial master with a wave of his sleeve.

This is an explanation from the old heavenly master to Longhushan.

Zhang Qianyang wanted to return the three-five sword to kill evil males and females to the old Tianshi, but the old Tianshi refused, saying that it was unnecessary.

It has lush hair, is golden yellow, and is two feet long. It can tear apart giant elephants and swallow fierce horses alive. It belongs to one of the most powerful demons in the Temple of Fumo.

Zhang Qianyang had just killed a few monsters, but when he turned around, he found that the surrounding banners were covered with golden light, and there was no sign of the monsters at all.

After that, he seemed to be relieved a lot, and said, "Thank you, brother!"

"This grievance should also end."

He suddenly felt that he was ridiculous. He had been planning for a lifetime, but he was just a flower in the mirror. Even if the "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing" was placed in front of him, he would not be able to practice it.

"Brother Li, what about uncle and uncle?"

Controlling the Dragon and Tiger Mountain is second to none. Mo Luo's real purpose is to cut off Zhang Daoling's bloodline in the world!
What did Li Daoxuan keenly realize, why did Mo Luo care so much about Zhang Daoling's blood?He didn't even hesitate to spend so much painstaking effort and energy, planning for 16 years, what is he afraid of?
Zhenlian's body trembled, and finally knelt down with a thud, her eyes were lost and dim.

After killing his cousin with his own hands, he turned to look at Zhang Jiuxiao, the son he once admired the most.

Then he pinched the Dow finger and used the supernatural power of blowing hair.

Elder Zhen Lian died, his body fell on the ground, as if sleeping, the gentle caress of the old heavenly master shattered his internal organs and meridians, and cut off all his vitality.

Such a divine sword, if placed in the human world, would be regarded as a treasure even by emperors.

Splendid thunder light bloomed on his body, dark clouds billowed in the sky, and there was a muffled sound.

……

A tiger demon roared, calling out gusts of demonic wind, blowing several disciples to the ground, then it swooped forward and swallowed one at a time, with blood dripping from its mouth, eating very happily.

The disciples were in groups of three or four, either casting amulets or holding mahogany swords, trying their best to resist the demons fleeing from the demon temple.

Li Daoxuan stepped on the auspicious cloud, appeared in mid-air, and stretched out his hand to recall the Chixiao Sword.

In terms of the efficiency of killing monsters and the experience of stealing heads, even Zhang Qianyang can't compare with him.

Zhen Lian raised her head, her mouth trembled slightly, as if she had transmitted a voice to the old heavenly master, and she didn't know what she said.

Zhen Lian thought he was the oriole, but she didn't think that Mo Luo was the last sparrow catcher.

The old heavenly master sighed softly, stretched out his hand to touch the top of his head, there was a trace of unbearable in his eyes, but finally returned to calm.

Li Daoxuan and the master looked at each other, and finally had no choice but to leave.

A huge tiger head flew up, and the huge headless tiger body fell to the ground with a bang, still trembling slightly.

Simply a clown.

Not only that, he also urged the five rampant soldiers and horses to summon hundreds of Yin soldiers. They are soul bodies. How many monsters have been killed.

He will not run away like Zhenlian, even in the face of a powerful old heavenly master and his unfathomable master, he has enough courage to fight one.

Li Daoxuan appeared one by one, or holding a long sword, or holding a thunder seal, or glowing with golden light, or opening his eyes, and went in all directions.

"Alian, after you die, I will bury you in Longhu Mountain."

The old celestial master stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the thunderclouds all over the sky, and said calmly.

The monsters who were still invincible just now immediately trembled in fear, and their arrogance disappeared in an instant. Longhu Mountain, where the monsters were everywhere, was suppressed by Li Daoxuan by himself.

"It's Senior Brother Li!"

Even the fixed amulet and mahogany sword couldn't break through its body-protecting demonic aura.

……

"The evil-slaying sword is too murderous, it's unknown when it will come out, Qianyang, remember, if you become a celestial master in the future, you should take it out of the sheath carefully."

"Qianyang, Daoxuan, you master and apprentice go to eliminate those demons who escaped from the Fumo Temple, and leave this place to me."

The soul of Zhenlian went to the Qingming Realm, and what greeted him was to reward the good and punish the evil, and to be reincarnated.

……

Li Daoxuan slapped the gourd of the three realms, not only took away the fire, but also took the red-feathered harpy into it. With a slight shake of the gourd, the harpy turned into a puddle of blood.

Mo Luo had known for a long time that Zhenlian's qualifications were not enough, even if he became a celestial master, he would not be able to break through, and he would not live for a few years, and Zhenlian had no children. Once he died, the blood of the celestial master Zhang Daoling would be completely cut off.

"Great, Senior Brother Li is finally here, we are saved!"

Li Daoxuan nodded to them, and was about to speak when suddenly a big fire broke out in the west. It turned out that a red-feathered bird demon kept spewing flames in the air, igniting many houses.

For a time, the sound of screams continued.

The tiger demon became more and more rampant, and there was a hint of joy in its eyes. The grievances of being imprisoned for many years seemed to be swept away, and there was a sense of revenge.

The Scarlet Heaven Sword was still as sharp, beheading with one sword, and the body of the sword was still as transparent as jade, shining brightly, not even a trace of blood stains.

Longhushan, which has lost the blood of the celestial master, will never be able to recover.

The old heavenly master broke a branch at random, and there were still fresh branches and leaves hanging on it.

"In fact, rather than killing you who can't resist, I prefer to defeat you openly and take off your head with my own hands...Father!"

Zhang Jiuxiao was drenched in blood, but his figure was tall and straight, as burly as a mountain. He looked directly at the old master, and said indifferently: "Zhenlian has a good saying, what is Tao, what is demon, it is just winner and loser!"

The inner sect disciples were better, they all had magic spells around them, and they could barely protect themselves, and the best of them could even kill a few demons.

"Jiuxiao, you murdered your fellow disciples, deceived your master and exterminated your ancestors, can you plead guilty?"

Zhang Jiuxiao's voice was like a thunderbolt, and the thunder light almost completely drowned his figure, forming a purple pillar reaching the sky.

This is his pride.

The disciples cheered happily.

But the next moment, it froze in place suddenly, and the bloodthirsty and killing intent in its eyes completely froze.

When they saw that invincible tiger demon was beheaded by brother Li with a sword, they looked at Li Daoxuan with even more admiration.

High above the sky, Li Daoxuan's real body stepped on the auspicious clouds, opened his sky eyes, patrolled below, and shot out a golden light from time to time.

Under every ray of golden light, a demon trying to hide was turned into ashes.

Numerous disciples of Longhu Mountain looked up at Li Daoxuan, looking at the man who swept away all the demons like a god, his blood was agitated, and this scene was deeply engraved in his mind.

　Thanks to Zhenjun Yulong for the three thousand rewards, and thanks to Wuliang Lonely for the one hundred rewards, so heartfelt!

　　
　
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