Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 486 Thousands of treasures are no match for a single blow from a white tiger!

Hearing Li Daoxuan's words, a trace of anger flashed in Qianjizi's eyes.

"Wu Wen, Lao Zhu, let's fight him, don't hide it, use all the means to suppress the bottom of the box!"

"Hmph, I don't believe it if I fight him, can he maintain this state forever?"

"Let's start together."

The evil five elders are all old rivers and lakes who have experienced strong winds and waves. Although they are terrified at the moment, after hearing Li Daoxuan's words, they have already understood the other party's strong murderous intentions.

Up to now, the only option is to fight to the death, put it to death and survive!
Even if it is death, he must leave an unforgettable lesson for this arrogant kid!

Old Demon Zhu was the first to strike, his body became a bit bigger, he opened his bloody mouth, and spewed a black evil wind towards Li Daoxuan.

For a moment, Li Daoxuan's whole body was dark, and it was difficult to see things.

boom!boom!boom!
Zhu Laomo's huge body ran up and became even bigger. Every step made the ground tremble. Black light flowed from the two protruding fangs, pushing towards Li Daoxuan's body.

These two fangs are the magic weapon that he has sacrificed for many years. They are tempered with evil spirit, blood energy, evil spirit and filthy spirit every day. They specialize in breaking Taoism. two halves.

Qian Jizi also made a move, and he took out his trump card that he had treasured for many years, a magic weapon like a rattle drum.

But this drum is not childlike at all, because the handle of the drum is carved out of white bones, the surface of the drum is covered with human skin, the umbilical cord is used as silk thread, and a few small skulls are suspended.

clang clang!

As the rattle was shaken, a kind of extreme resentment and hostility emerged, rushing towards Li Daoxuan like a tide.

"Li Daoxuan, look at how frightened my son and mother are?"

Qianjizi's voice sounded, revealing a trace of pride. Obviously, the mother-child shock drum is his proud work, and he has great confidence in it.

Facing the menacing pig demon, just as Li Daoxuan was about to raise the Suzaku bow, there was a sharp drum sound in his ears, as if there were countless ghosts howling in his ears.

In a trance, he saw many fierce ghosts transformed into mothers and children rushing towards him. Some mothers had scorched marks on their bodies, while others appeared on their children.

Hostility, soaring hostility!

This surge of hostility almost covered the stars in the sky, and it seemed that there were thousands of ghosts walking in the night in the entire Chang'an city, and groups of demons were born.

Under the control of Qian Jizi, those ghosts rushed towards Li Daoxuan one after another.

According to common sense, whether it is a resentful spirit or a fierce ghost, in front of Li Daoxuan, who is half-step Yang God Realm, he should stay away and keep a respectful distance.

But these ghosts don't know what kind of abuse they have endured. Li Daoxuan's resentment is so severe that he has only seen it in his life. Not only is he not afraid when he sees him, but he rushes like crazy.

In just a split second, Li Daoxuan was overwhelmed by this sea of ​​ghosts.

The soaring hostility even overwhelmed the pure yang qi on his body, as if Wang Yang had extinguished the sun.

Seeing this scene, Qianjizi showed a smug smile.

This mother-son-mother shock drum is his most satisfying work in the past few decades. He has put in countless painstaking efforts and has reached the level of low-grade spirit treasures. He even used this drum to grind a Yang God to death!
In order to refine this drum, he found thousands of pairs of mother and child, and put each pair of mother and child on a red-hot iron plate. Most mothers would choose to pick up their children and let themselves be scalded to death, and a few would die in severe pain. , place the child under your feet.

Such a dead soul hates the sky and the earth, has an extremely powerful resentment, and is not even afraid of facing the Yang God Realm.

It took Qianjizi decades to make this drum. This is also his biggest trump card. Every time he uses it, he must sacrifice it with the blood of the Yang God!

"Lee Daoxuan, admit defeat now—"

Before Qianjizi finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and saw a brilliant mysterious light bursting out from among the ghosts, and a huge Xuanwu phantom emerged, with the head of a dragon and the tail of a snake, and the back of a snake coiled on its back, accompanied by the monstrous waves. Xuanhuang.

Amidst the ghostly shadows flying all over the sky, Li Daoxuan's eyes were cold and murderous, his basalt robe was fluttering, and his slender fingers were already pressing on the handle of the white tiger knife at his waist.

Qian Jizi fell into an ice cave for a moment, only felt that his neck seemed to be separated before the knife was sheathed.

Fortunately, at this moment, a pig blew sounded, and Old Demon Zhu slammed into Li Daoxuan with the momentum of thunder, with a strong demonic aura blooming from his sharp fangs.

Li Daoxuan's expression was cold, his long hair was fluttering, with a flick of his finger, the White Tiger Golden Saber was half an inch out of its sheath.

Roar!
The roar of the tiger moved, and the aura of golden evil stirred up the wind and clouds in all directions, like Shura descending into the world, like ghosts and gods resurrecting!
Under the moonlit night, a huge head of a pig demon flew up, with a hint of shock and confusion in its eyes, and a viscous liquid still secreting from its mouth.

Even those two sharp and strong fangs, which he had tempered for hundreds of years, were broken into several pieces, and the cuts were as smooth as a mirror.

Blood gushes out from the neck, and under the reflection of the moonlight, it looks like a splash-ink painting with extraordinary artistic conception.

Li Daoxuan passed by this painting without even looking at the pig demon whose corpse was separated, only the white tiger golden knife in his hand was still dripping blood under the moonlight.

In an instant, Old Demon Zhu's corpse turned into a human form again, trembling on the ground, the tyrannical vitality kept him from dying directly, but struggling and groping on the ground, trying to find his head.

He actually knew that the "Canopy Change" he had practiced all his life had been broken by someone, and even if his head was connected, he would only be lingering on his last breath. However, the fear of death and the desire for survival made him unable to resist trying. struggle.

At this moment, he finally understood why those people whose limbs were cut off by him as food, why they begged bitterly even though they knew they were going to die.

Zhu Laomo's head rolled down on the ground, and finally stopped at a corner, where there were a few people hiding and taking refuge, trembling.

"help me……"

Zhu Laomo never dreamed that one day, he would plead with these two-legged sheep that he looked down upon.

But what responded to him were stones, sticks and black sickles.

……

Li Daoxuan held the white tiger golden saber, behind him appeared a phantom of a white tiger with wings, mighty and domineering, roaring towards the sky.

The tip of the knife bleeds.

His hair fluttered, eyes sharper than the light of a knife looked at Qian Jizi, and said lightly: "Now, it's your turn."

Qian Jizi trembled, subconsciously looked to the side.

"Five Plagues, help—"

However, there was nothing there, and the Five Plagues had disappeared at some point, maybe they were invisible, or maybe they used the technique of transformation to hide in Chang'an City.

Li Daoxuan ignored the hidden five pestilences for the time being, but quietly looked at Qian Jizi, and slowly raised the White Tiger Golden Saber in his hand.

Roar!
The sound of the tiger's roar shook Chang'an, and the golden evil spirit became more intense. It seemed that the blood of Old Demon Zhu made the spirit of the white tiger even more excited.

The white tiger is the god of the west, and it is mainly responsible for fighting against evil spirits, so the token for dispatching troops in ancient times is also called the tiger talisman.

Among the four saints, the white tiger kills the most!
There was a trace of despair in Qianjizi's eyes.

"Lee Daoxuan, we can talk again!"

While talking, he used all kinds of protective magic weapons he had accumulated for free, including a solid black armor shield, an armor forged from high-grade fine gold, a black cover, and a protective robe...

Li Daoxuan didn't make a move immediately, but quietly watched him deploy various defensive magic weapons.

"Remember our conversation in Qianji Cave?"

While speaking, Li Daoxuan waved the White Tiger Saber in his hand.

"I said, you evil cultivators, either do it or die."

Zheng!
The sound of the knife shook the sky, the golden light flew down like a meteor, and the Taibai stars in the sky suddenly shone brightly, and then returned to normal. However, everyone in Chang'an seemed to have seen a white tiger with wings bathed in starlight.

Shocked.

Li Daoxuan had put the saber back into its sheath, covering the sharpness of the white tiger's golden saber inch by inch, returning the world to silence.

But Qianjizi in front of him had a thin red line on his neck.

The shield is broken, the armor is broken, the hood is broken, the clothes are torn, and people die.

With one blow, all your magic weapons will be scrap iron.

"You...you..."

Qianjizi tried hard to say something, but blood gushed out of his throat, making him unable to speak.

His pupils became dimmer, like candles in the wind.

If it was normal, with his cultivation base, even if his head was cut off, he could still be connected again, but unfortunately, it was the White Tiger Golden Saber that beheaded him.

The majestic Jinsha Qi in the sword is like a river and sea, even a great monk in the Yang God Realm will be injured if rubbed, and will die if touched!

Click!
The red line on Qianjizi's neck spread rapidly, and his entire head fell to the ground. He tried to keep his eyes open, staring at Li Daoxuan with vicious eyes, trying to leave a curse.

However, the wind only remembered Li Daoxuan's indifferent voice, which was also the last sentence Qian Jizi heard in this world.

"Don't say it's unpredictable."

……

The Three Realms Gourd took the Yang Gods of Qian Jizi and Zhu Laomo into it. After their bodies died, their Yang Gods were also severely injured and became confused, unable to resist at all.

Li Daoxuan smiled lightly, and said: "There are already four, and the last little mouse is still missing."

Immediately, he can be promoted to Yang God.

However, Li Daoxuan did not immediately look for the five plagues who were hiding, but first looked at the mother and child wraiths around him.

Draw a talisman in the void, and Qingming dies.

Li Daoxuan directly opened the portal to the Qingming Realm, sent them all there, and handed them over to the Empress.

After all these souls were sucked away, the son-mother frightened drum also became dim, and instantly changed from a low-grade spirit treasure to an empty shelf.

Li Daoxuan didn't have any regrets, he smashed this evil drum that harmed countless people in one step, turning it into dust.

Although it is a priceless low-grade spirit treasure, Li Daoxuan is not tempted, because the refining process of this drum is too evil and infuriating.

Such things, let alone spirit treasures, even if they were fairy artifacts, Li Daoxuan would destroy them neatly.

After doing all this, he closed his eyes and concentrated on looking for the last of the five evil elders.

The eyes of the sky opened suddenly, like a bright moon hanging high, illuminating Chang'an.

After a few breaths, Li Daoxuan slowly opened his eyes, showing a sneer, he raised the Suzaku bow, slowly pulled the bowstring, and the red golden flame condensed into an indestructible arrow.

Suzaku fluttered its wings, and the red flames surged to the sky.

"Got you."

……

Wu Wen turned into a mouse at this moment, and got into a family's hut. The majestic monk in the Yangshen realm, the most famous and powerful among the five evil elders, did not dislike the filth in the hut at all, and jumped into it. in the cesspit.

Compared with life, what are humiliation and filth?
How much humiliation and torture he and his elder brother had endured in order to escape back then, but as long as he could save his life, he would always make those who pursued him pay a heavy price!
He believes that Li Daoxuan is no exception.

As long as he is allowed to escape from Chang'an, he will stare at Li Daoxuan secretly like a poisonous snake, and even use the other party's friends and relatives as a trap to lure Li Daoxuan to leave Chang'an.

He also believed that after today, many people in this world would want Li Daoxuan to die, because many people would not be willing to have such an invincible existence in Chang'an City!

Li Daoxuan's enemy, Datang's enemy...

Wu Wen's heart turned like lightning, and he had already thought up several poisonous strategies to deal with Li Daoxuan, but at this moment, his heart suddenly became vigilant, and he felt a feeling of being targeted.

It seems that there is a pair of divine eyes above the dome, who can see everything in the world and have a panoramic view of everything in the world.

Damn!

Wu Wen cursed secretly, he didn't expect that he had endured the humiliation and hid in the latrine, with the excrement and urine, and the other party could still see him!

You must know that these filthy things are the nemesis of many Taoist sects, and many Taoist arts will fail when encountering these dirty things.

But Li Daoxuan didn't seem to be affected at all.

Wu Wen ran out of the latrine, transformed into a colorful poisonous spider, and quickly burrowed into the beams, as fast as lightning, trying to avoid Li Daoxuan's gaze.

However, a stronger sense of crisis emerges, like sitting on pins and needles.

That was the edge of Suzaku's arrow.

The fear of death welled up in his heart, and Wu Wen knew that it was futile to escape. Li Daoxuan's divine eyes were even more powerful than the rumors said, and all changes could not be hidden in front of those eyes.

Transforming into a human form again, Wu Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he flew into the sky, but there were two more dolls in his hands.

It is the child of this family.

"Li Daoxuan, if you dare to do something, these two children will die—"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped, his pupils were shocked, and he looked at the big hole in his chest in disbelief. It was empty inside, and his heart had been burned to ashes by the flames.

Suzaku's voice moved, resounding through the sky.

The scorching Nanming Lihuo quickly devoured his body. Under the mysterious black robe was a face full of rotten flesh and sores.

There was deep resentment in Wuwen's eyes, and under the burning flames, there was a vicious smile.

"Li Daoxuan, I will let you live in guilt for the rest of your life, and I will make your Dao heart forever cast a shadow!"

The next moment, the bodies of the two dolls trembled, the sound of crying stopped abruptly, and the originally white and tender faces began to rot and sores, becoming very terrifying.

"Haha, I injected 33 kinds of diseases into their bodies, Li Daoxuan, you can either kill them, or wait for the people of Quanchang'an to bury them with them, hahaha!!!"

Wu Wen laughed crazily, even though the Suzaku fire had swallowed half of his body, he didn't care, as if he had seen Li Daoxuan's regret and pain.

"Really?"

A cold voice sounded.

Waves arose in the space, and Li Daoxuan's figure suddenly appeared, and the two dolls floated in front of him, already in a coma.

On the ground, the child's parents knelt down and prayed, crying.

"I ask the national teacher to save my child!"

"They're only less than two years old, they just learned to call their mother..."

"National teacher, I beg you to be merciful!"

……

Li Daoxuan sighed softly and said, "Don't worry, your child will be fine."

After finishing speaking, he raised the green dragon staff in his hand and tapped lightly on the two children.

Qinglong Yimu transforms into thousands.

The next moment, those 33 diseases were absorbed into the Azure Dragon Staff, and the two children quickly returned to normal.

The Azure Dragon Staff began to rot and wither, and turned into dust in a few breaths, but a cyan seed fell down, took root in the soil, grew when exposed to light, and grew into a vibrant Azure Dragon Wooden Staff in the blink of an eye.

When Li Daoxuan sent the two dolls back to their parents' arms, the little ones were still snoring slightly, sleeping soundly.

"No, it's impossible!"

Wu Wen couldn't believe it, and tried to walk towards Li Daoxuan, but was completely swallowed by Suzaku's divine fire. Before losing consciousness, he heard an indifferent voice.

"Xia Chong, how can you speak ice."

　Everything is ready, next Zhang Yangshen.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)