Boom!

As soon as Li Daoxuan's words fell, two flying swords rushed out of the box, with thousands of miles of fire and mist, and red smoke rushed into the sky, like two bright flames.

The Flying Smoke Sword is divided into two, and it once followed the Flame Immortal Luo Xuan to shine in the gods.

At that time, Luo Xuan fought Yang Jian, Huang Tianhua, Lei Zhenzi, Tuxingsun and Wei Hu and others, and dared to burn down the Xiqi military camp alone.

Now in the hands of Li Daoxuan, the power is even more undiminished.

Hearing the sound of two swords, the two divine swords like Danxia rushed up to the sky, seeing the gods and Buddhas in the sky as nothing, wrapped in the surging fire power, and killed into the group of Buddhas.

"This sword should be cut three thousand to reveal the truth."

In "Journey to the West", he is mainly responsible for silently guarding Tang Seng and recording nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties.

Recite!

Under the firelight in the sky, Lingshan seems to be burning with flames, the temperature between heaven and earth rises rapidly, only to see the flames in the air, and the figures continue to fall from the clouds, as if dumplings.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Three thousand revelations fell like rain, fell to the ground and turned into charcoal-like stone statues, shattered to pieces.

"With this sword, another five hundred Arhats will be killed."

The two flying smoke swords staggered through and drilled into the auspicious clouds where the five hundred Arhats stood.

In an instant, the auspicious clouds emitting the light of the Buddha were burned red, and the arhats let out a muffled snort, trying to break out of the fire mist, but their eyes were burned blind and disoriented in an instant, like headless flies.

In just a few breaths, copper juice fell from the sky and poured it in the Daxingshan Temple.

Five hundred arhats have been burned into copper water.

"Demon, die!"

The four Bodhisattvas killed, each showed their magical powers, Manjushri Bodhisattva sacrificed the vajra sword, Guanyin Bodhisattva held a jade bottle, trying to put Li Daoxuan into the bottle, Fuxian Bodhisattva pinched the lion seal, Jizo Bodhisattva pinched the wheel seal.

In addition, the third Buddha also chose to take action, lighting the head of the ancient Buddha with a green lamp, such as shining through the ages, pulling Li Daoxuan's soul, Shakyamuni Buddha pressed the golden palm, and Maitreya Buddha sacrificed the human seed bag.

Li Daoxuan had to marvel at the lifelikeness of these Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, the spiritual light, and the kind of Buddha rhyme between gestures.

That is, he doesn't believe in Buddhism, otherwise any Buddhist disciple is here, and if he wants to make a move, he will have to do some psychological construction first.

But alas...... What is fake is fake, and no matter how realistic it is, it is not true after all.

"Sword Six, Xuanyuan!"

Boom!

Another sword flew out of the box, the golden sword qi hung upside down like the Milky Way, manifesting the vision of the fisherman's cultivation and reading, the sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers, and in an instant, the entire Chang'an City seemed to move, and the power of humanity was like a vast torrent, under the leadership of this holy sword, rushing towards the seemingly invincible Buddha and Bodhisattva.

If it were in other places, the Xuanyuan Sword might not be so powerful, but this is Chang'an, the most prosperous imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty.

In an instant, the four bodhisattvas made a crisp sound, and they dissipated one after another, like a dream bubble.

The third Buddha was also consumed by the golden sword qi, and his golden body was in danger.

Li Daoxuan sneered, and with a summon of his sword, the two flying smoke swords also killed the Third Buddha, and with the Xuanyuan Sword, he finally cut through the Buddha's light and pierced the golden body.

The golden Buddha's blood swayed, fell on the flying smoke sword, and made a loud explosion, which was instantly evaporated into golden mist, and with the blazing flames, it really seemed to be quenching and practicing the sword.

In the end, as Li Daoxuan collected the sword, the three divine swords flew back to the sword box with a bang, the sword aura was restrained, and the brilliance was deep, like ordinary iron, this is a divine artifact that is obscure.

The dragon yin sword box closed automatically, turned small again and flew back into Li Daoxuan's sleeve.

He stood with his hands in his hands, his green clothes fluttering, and he smiled faintly.

"Thank you, Holy Buddha, for helping the sword of the poor Dao to strike."

……

In the capital, the monks who were watching were already dumbfounded.

When the three thousand revelations, the five hundred arhats and bodhisattvas appeared, they were already very shocked and sighed at the amazing handwriting of the holy Buddha.

However, Li Guoshi killed through Lingshan with a sword, only to see the truth falling like rain, Arhats turned into copper juice, Bodhisattvas turned into bubbles, and the golden body of the Buddha was wiped out.

This scene is truly amazing.

The eyes of the people in the Taoist sect were fiery, and they only felt extremely happy, while the Buddhist monks were like mourning, and their faces were pale.

Although they all knew that it was not the real Lingshan Buddhas, that kind of charm was so similar that even if it was a great monk, they couldn't see the flaw for a while.

Countless people firmly remembered the fluttering green clothes, and in a trance, their memories seemed to return to the era twelve years ago, when the heroes bowed their heads and were under one person.

At this moment, they finally confirmed one thing.

That man, indeed, is back.

The disciples of the Wanshou Palace were so drunk that their faces were full of excitement, as if it was not Li Daoxuan who slashed the Buddhas with the sword, but them.

As sword cultivators, they have an almost obsessive love for swords.

At this moment, in their eyes, Li Daoxuan is undoubtedly the strongest sword immortal in the world, not weaker than Patriarch Xu Xun back then.

It is a blessing for sword cultivation to have such a powerful sword immortal in the world.

Zhang Qianyang laughed, silently put away the Dragon and Tiger Three Treasures, refreshed, swept away his previous worries and nervousness, and smiled at the disciples: "I already knew that Taichong must be fine!" ”

"Look, I'm not wrong, am I?"

Zhang Weiying quietly rolled his eyes.

The dead old man, the whole body has the hardest mouth, who was nervously pinching his thighs just now?

Mother doesn't talk about him?

"Taichong, this kid, as soon as I saw him back then, I felt that it was unusual, and he would become a great weapon in the future, so I gave him the White Dragon Sword."

Liu Ningyan smiled and said, "He really didn't disappoint me." ”

Zhang Weiying was speechless for a moment, mother, why are you the same as your father? And with that kind eye, how can there be a feeling of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law?

He turned around and wanted to talk to someone, but he saw that all the disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain were staring at the Tsing Yi figure, with undisguised admiration in their eyes.

If he hadn't been sure that he was the only Heavenly Master lineage in Longhu Mountain, Zhang Weiying would probably have thought that his future position as Heavenly Master would be lost......

Daheungzenji Temple.

"The old man is mighty!"

The golden retriever wagged his tail, as if he had become a golden retriever, waving his flag and shouting.

Seeing the shocking scene just now, it was completely aware of the gap between itself and the master, and finally recognized the reality, and its mentality has changed dramatically.

What's so bad about being a mount?

With the back of the mountain, who dares to bully?

"Demon monk, I have already accepted your gift, and if you don't come out again, don't blame the poor Dao for pulling you out."

The red marks on Li Daoxuan's eyebrows opened slightly, revealing a wisp of gold.

But before he could completely open his heavenly eyes, a white-clothed figure walked out, with deep eyes and a wide nose, and an indifferent temperament, and his blue eyes seemed to be flowing with luminous light, staring at Li Daoxuan quietly.

"Amitabha, the poor monk really underestimated the national teacher, the flying smoke sword of Huode Xingjun and the Xuanyuan sword of the Yellow Emperor, the national teacher is really good at creation."

Last time, he and Li Daoxuan clashed in the memory of Yaksha, and found that the other party only had human immortal cultivation, so he put his mind at ease.

The Lingshan Great Array that was formed this time was enough to kill the human immortals, and it was carefully prepared by him, just to build momentum for himself.

Summoned the gods and Buddhas to help him and kill the national teacher of the dynasty, such a means, who would dare to resist his authority in the future?

It's a pity that this good play he designed was ruined by Li Daoxuan with the power of destroying and decaying.

The other party's magic weapon was beyond his imagination.

Li Daoxuan looked at this holy Buddha, who was known as the reincarnation of Venerable Ananda, and his eyes were deep.

"In the nineteenth year of Zhenguan, but you hit Longhu Mountain, and at my master's birthday banquet, you broke my sister's sword and injured my master?"

The woman put her palms together and said, "Exactly." ”

"Zhenguan has been twenty years, but you sent someone to attack Xiaobai and injured Sister Yu again?"

"Yes."

"In the twenty-first year of Zhenguan, it was you who offered the elixir of immortality, bewitched Your Majesty, split the dragon and the bad people, and issued a demon eradication order?"

"Yes, the people Li Guoshi said are poor monks."

Facing Li Daoxuan, who had just slashed the group of Buddhas with a sword, he looked very calm, white-clothed, graceful, and full of the demeanor of a monk.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly.

For some reason, there was an inexplicable chill in his heart, and he was about to speak, when his pupils suddenly condensed, and a bright golden light bloomed around him.

"Wait—"

Clang!!!

With a loud bang, the sleeping figure flew backwards like a cannonball, smashing walls one after another, and finally crashing into a huge ancient bell.

Boom!

The bell trembled, and the bronze bell that had been hanging in Daxingshan Temple for decades instantly turned into fragments, burying his figure.

Li Daoxuan shook his wrist, and his voice was indifferent.

"Fight first, talk later."

The two of them are already dying, and today there must be one standing and one lying down.

There is no point in talking at this moment, even if you want to ask something, you have to get out of this evil breath in your heart first.

But this bald donkey's body is quite hard.

Crash!

The slumber flew out of the fragments of the ancient bell, and it was no longer the detached demeanor of the monk before.

He was covered in golden light, as if inlaid with gold leaf, full of a pure, wise, and immortal Buddha rhyme, and from a distance, it really seemed as if the Venerable Ananda was there in person.

However, the white clothes on his upper body were shattered, and there was a fist mark about three inches deep on his chest, which was slowly recovering.

Something was clearly wrong with his sleepy eyes, and he stared at the fist print on his chest, his eyes shining with gold.

How could a mere immortal hurt his golden body?

Although this golden body has consumed a lot of strength in order to leave the Spirit Mountain, it is by no means a terrifying power that human immortals can hurt......

The situation seemed to be a little more than he expected.

Lee Do-hyun...... Who are you? ”

The girl stared at him with suspicion.

It is impossible for a human monk to have such a physical body, and he also guessed that he escaped from Lingshan, obviously knowing something.

Could it be the reincarnation of some powerful person who has now awakened his memory?

As soon as he thought of this, jealousy welled up in his heart.

"Li Daoxuan, now that there are no gods and Buddhas for a long time, why don't you and I join forces to redefine the order of heaven and earth, and take charge of the world, the poor monk promised you that the elixir of immortality refined can divide half of you."

The golden retriever immediately said angrily: "Bald donkey, you used to tell me the same thing!" ”

Despite the golden body, the sleeping face seemed to be dark.

What he regrets the most now is why he didn't shoot this golden retriever to death earlier, these revived evil gods are difficult to achieve after all.

He whispered and seduced: "Li Daoxuan, those immortal elixirs are enough for you and me to cultivate into the Heavenly Immortal Realm." ”

Wonderland!

Even in the era when the gods and Buddhas were still alive, they were a big man, an absolute mainstay, and in today's world, they are a symbol of invincibility.

This is definitely a huge temptation, but Li Daoxuan just smiled coldly.

"There was a man who said something similar to me."

He thought of Moro in black, and although he was dressed in white, he still couldn't change the evil in his bones.

The black-clothed Moro and the white-clothed Holy Buddha are essentially just human beings.

"But now, he's dead, I killed, three times and three times, and died a miserable death."

Li Daoxuan looked at him, and there was a chilling fierce light in his eyes like a nebula.

He smiled slightly, his teeth white.

"I'm sorry, I just want to kill you right now."

Rumble!

The earth cracked inch by inch, like a dragon turning over, the entire Daxingshan Temple was rumbling, and the leylines of Chang'an City were shifted.

And all this is only because of Li Daoxuan's kick.

His figure is incredibly fast, eight or nine Xuangong is running, and the powerful power of the flesh is urged to the extreme at this moment, and his qi and blood are like a thousand heavenly rivers, drowning the sun and the moon.

After returning to the human world from Heavenly Court, this was the first time he had fully operated the Eight or Nine Xuangong.

The pupils of the sassy girl suddenly condensed, and he actually reacted, pinching the fearless lion mark in his hand, and the Buddha light around him was shining, like a big sun.

Roar!

A mighty and domineering golden lion appeared in the void, opening its mouth to let out an angry roar at Li Daoxuan, the sound was like thunder, specializing in the divine soul.

He had already seen the horror of Li Daoxuan's body, so he turned to attack the divine soul.

I have to say that his quick reaction and rich experience in facing the enemy make him definitely a top powerhouse.

However, Li Daoxuan was unmoved, his eyes were resolute, the green silk was flying, and he directly tore the golden lion, wrapped in the momentum of wind and thunder, and came to the front of the sleeping man.

"Boom—"

The face of the woman changed, and her tongue bloomed with spring thunder in an instant, and she wanted to shout out the six-character mantra of Buddhism and exert her magical powers, but the brilliant thunder light appeared, suppressing the Buddha's light.

Under the thunder law, Li Daoxuan's speed was a step faster again, and a punch hit his mouth.

Let you chant the scriptures?

Noisy!

The sleeping body soared into the sky like a cannonball, and even sparks were rubbed against the air because of the speed being too fast.

Li Daoxuan stepped on the earth, turned into a bolt of lightning and followed closely, eight or nine Xuangong, the law of heaven and earth, and the thunder law supernatural power were urged at the same time, and the fist containing endless divine power slammed into the sleeping body like a storm, and the sound of gold and stone shook the sky.

"Lee Do-hyun-"

Clang!

"Don't push me—"

Clang!

"Uh-"

Clang!

"Great Mighty Dragon-"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang......

In Chang'an, countless monks had numb scalps and looked up at the clouds in disbelief.

Holy Buddha ...... Getting beaten?

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