Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 42 Sword Pill
The cursed doll won the first battle and shined brilliantly, which made Li Daoxuan very happy.

However, he did not get carried away with his complacency. Although this thing is insidious, he must choose the target carefully. If the opponent is too strong, then the curse may not only fail, but the caster will also pay a corresponding price.

It is precisely such harsh side effects that make it only a middle-grade magic weapon, not a top-grade one.

Putting away the doll, Li Daoxuan looked at Chen Ziyu and said, "Sister Yu, let's go find that Huang Pizi's body."

Everything else is easy to say, that demon pill is a treasure, and after refining it into a dragon and tiger golden pill, it can improve a lot of Taoism.

As for the inner alchemy of the snake demon, Li Daoxuan has already given it to the master. The master said that the inner alchemy of the snake demon is precious, and there are many auxiliary medicines that need to be prepared, and the requirement for the age is also higher, and it is not ready yet.

Chen Ziyu nodded slightly, then closed her eyes, her black hair fluttered, and her body quickly floated to the east.

Li Daoxuan kept up with the magical technique of shrinking the ground, and after about a moment, the two saw the yellow skin's body.

Li Daoxuan walked over and opened its body.

The smell of blood is coming!

His complexion changed, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

This yellow skin has already been disembowelled, and the demon pill has been taken away!
"Hehe, it seems that he was preempted by someone, and he is still a knowledgeable person..."

Li Daoxuan sneered, looked around and saw two pairs of footprints on the ground, one big and one small.

……

Under the moonlight, two figures were on their way.

Both of them were wearing Taoist robes. One looked more mature, about 40 to [-] years old, with a slightly fat body and a smile that wasn't real.

One was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and there was still a hint of childishness on his face.

The little Taoist hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but said: "Master, we just took that demon pill, isn't it... not very good."

The yellow man obviously escaped after being injured, their behavior was a little out of character.

Others worked hard to eliminate demons, but they picked the fruits. Anyone would be angry about this kind of thing.

The middle-aged Taoist stared at him, and said: "What do you know, that yellow-skinned child will die sooner or later, but he died in front of our eyes. This is called fate!"

"Besides, my Longevity Palace has alchemy methods. Although it is far inferior to the dragon and tiger golden elixir, if you refine it, you can also improve your Taoism. You will not be able to cultivate to the early stage of bigu. Don't you want this elixir?"

The little Taoist moved his eyes, but finally stopped talking.

He really wants to advance to the early stage of bigu!

"However, that yellow-skinned child has some skills. If it can hurt it to such an extent, that person may not be a good person. Let's go quickly. When we arrive at Yuzhang City and enter that lady's territory, we will be safe!"

The two of them hurried on the road, it could be seen that they both had learned the art of lightness, they walked much faster than ordinary people, with a light leap, they could cover a distance of several feet.

Suddenly, the middle-aged Taoist stopped in his tracks.

The little Taoist almost bumped his head on the master, and said: "Master, why don't you leave?"

"Shut up, take the sword pill!"

Only then did the little Taoist see, not far ahead, a tall tall man, wearing a blue Taoist robe, holding an oil-paper umbrella, just in front of them.

The little Taoist took out a small black ball from his bosom, which looked a bit like a elixir, but as he poured mana into it, the black ball quickly stretched and became longer, turning into a shining sword in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged Taoist took out a red sword pill and turned it into a ruby-like sword.

The two stood with their swords in their hands, and the blade pointed at the figure from afar.

"Is this the sword pill? It's really amazing. You can be regarded as orthodox Taoist sword cultivators. Why do you want to take it without warning and steal something from the poor?"

The moonlight illuminated the man's face, which was handsome and refined, but his eyes were indifferent and somewhat chilly.

It was Li Daoxuan.

He once heard from his master that there are sword cultivators in the Taoist sect. For the convenience of carrying, they will refine their swords into sword pellets.

Their swords are extraordinary swords, and they have been connected with their energy since childhood, cultivating spirituality, so as to lay the foundation for practicing flying swords.

The middle-aged Taoist raised his sword finger, and the scarlet sword uttered bursts of sword noise, suspended in the air, and locked on to Li Daoxuan from afar.

Flying Sword Technique!

"Treasures, those who are destined to get them, young man, I see that you are full of energy and radiant, and you are in the early stage of bigu. It is not easy to practice. Didn't your master teach you that you should respect the elders of the Taoist sect?"

Li Daoxuan looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest without a trace of avoidance in his eyes.

"A person who steals is also worthy of being called a Taoist elder?"

The middle-aged Taoist sneered, and said: "In this case, let's see the real chapter under my hand. The poor Taoist would like to see how capable you are as a little Taoist?"

As soon as the words fell, he pointed his sword together, the red sword trembled slightly, and then shot towards Li Daoxuan with a swish, like a red lightning bolt.

boom!
The scarlet sword qi criss-crossed, cutting off countless big trees in half, leaving sword marks on the ground.

The place where Li Daoxuan was standing just now was in a mess, and the sharp sword energy seemed to have the power to cut everything.

His figure appeared tens of feet away, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

Is this the flying sword technique?

No wonder the master once said that even the so-called sword gods and sword masters in the martial arts world can't stop a flying sword.

At that time, he still felt that Master was exaggerating, but now after witnessing the power of Feijian with his own eyes, he realized that what Master said was true.

Although Li Daoxuan has made great progress in swordsmanship now, he will definitely not be able to block the sword just now. If he didn't have the magic power of shrinking the ground, he would never be able to avoid it.

"Hey, little Taoist priest, you have seen the power of the poor Taoist sword, and you have to retreat quickly. Since we are all members of the Taoist sect, the poor Taoist can spare your life!"

The middle-aged Taoist raised his sword again, and the scarlet red sword uttered a clear sword sound, surrounded by sharp sword energy, pointing at Li Daoxuan.

"Hehe, do you think you are the only one who knows spells?"

A cold light flashed in Li Daoxuan's eyes, and the next moment, he pinched the body-fixing talisman with his hand, repeatedly pinched the dharma seal, and recited the mantra silently in his heart.

How could the middle-aged Taoist not see that the other party was going to use the technique of talisman seals, he said badly to himself, and at the same time made up his mind to kill.

"Shenbing is as urgent as a law, cut!"

The scarlet red sword turned into a red horse, bursting out with bright sword light, and shot towards Li Daoxuan continuously, like a red dragon flying in the night.

For a moment, the shadow of the sword was heavy, and the sword energy permeated the air. Big trees fell down one by one, boulders shattered one by one, and it seemed that there were giant beasts haunting the mountains and forests.

Li Daoxuan stepped on the sky, and used his full power to perform the magical movement of shrinking the ground, leaving afterimages in the air, dodging the sharp red sword one after another.

But there must be a gap in the hundred secrets, after a few breaths, his pace still slowed down a bit, and the red sword glow scratched his clothes.

clang!
The golden light lit up, shaking off the flying sword!
It was a Six Ding Liujia amulet, Li Daoxuan used it for himself before chasing people, at this moment his whole body was shrouded in golden light, even a flying sword could only cut sparks one after another.

Just like the golden body of Buddhism!

The pupils of the middle-aged Taoist shrank, and the amulet on the opponent's body was extremely extraordinary, and it might not be easy to inherit it.

Just when he wanted to ask about the origin of the other party, he saw a flash of murderous intent in Li Daoxuan's eyes.

"The sun rises in the east, the black scum is raging, the eyes are confused, the hands and feet are difficult to move, the energy is mixed, and it is heavier than the landslide. Urgent as a law, set it!"

Li Daoxuan had finished reciting the incantation silently, and the immobilization talisman in his hand turned into a golden light, which instantly stuck to the middle-aged Taoist priest's head.

Zheng!
The scarlet flying sword trembled violently, then lost control of its master, and fell to the ground with dim light.

The middle-aged Taoist priest remained motionless, but a flash of urgency flashed in his eyes. He was mobilizing all his mana, trying to break away from the talisman.

Clang!
Li Daoxuan pulled out the Fish Intestine Sword, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

Now, it's my turn to draw the sword!

(End of this chapter)