Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 567 The Human Emperor's Bow, Golden Crow True Fire!
On the lonely mountain.

Li Daoxuan sat cross-legged, waiting for the sunrise.

His mind sank into the heavenly book, looking at the harvest this time.

The first is the Qiankun Bow and the Sky-shaking Arrow. This pair of high-grade spiritual treasures combined can exert a power not weaker than that of an immortal weapon. An arrow can travel thousands of miles without dying.

With a thought in his mind, a gorgeous golden longbow suddenly appeared in front of him. It was carved with dragons and phoenixes, and some ancient and mysterious patterns were engraved on it. It looked a bit like a scene during a sacrifice.

The most eye-catching thing is that there is a goose-egg-sized red gem inlaid on the body of the bow, which rippling with blood-colored brilliance, rushing to all parts of the bow body like veins, exuding violent spiritual power fluctuations.

Li Daoxuan suddenly remembered that in the introduction of the Heavenly Book, the Qiankun Bow, also known as the Xuanyuan Divine Bow, was made by the Yellow Emperor from the copper of the Shoushan Mountain and the human emperor's blood essence. Could it be that this ruby ​​was transformed from the human emperor's blood essence?
He stretched out his fingers and gently grasped the bow.

In an instant, a mighty masculine force entered into the body, overflowing like an abyss, like a river and sea bursting a dike, and the waves turned the sky. If Li Daoxuan's physical body was not extremely tyrannical, he might be torn apart by this terrifying energy.

What a powerful Qiankun Bow!
With the divine bow in his hand, Li Daoxuan's blue hair fluttered, his eyes were sharp, and his heart suddenly became full of pride, as if the world is so big, all are hunting grounds, and no one can be the one to shoot an arrow to the west!

At the same time, a dark luck descended on his head, causing his already strong luck to skyrocket again, like a dragon and a snake riding the fog, and the Northern Darkness swallowing the sky.

The Qiankun Bow was forged by the Emperor of Heaven, Li Daoxuan got this treasure, it was like the emperor's hand-picked hand, handed down to future generations, he should have great luck.

That is to say, he has no interest in being an emperor, otherwise, holding this divine bow, he can sweep the universe, clarify the world, and achieve a humane emperor career.

hum~
Li Daoxuan slowly pulled the Qiankun Bow, and as the bowstring was pulled apart, a jet-black sky-shattering arrow flew out automatically and landed on the bowstring.

The bow and arrow merged into one body, and a brilliant majesty emerged, as if the emperor was furious, blood flowed in the oars, and millions of corpses were laid down, and the world was full of white clothes.

Li Daoxuan's eyes passed through the layers of clouds and saw a figure running wildly on horseback.

That man was the Turkic Jieli Khan. He seemed to be aware of it. Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back, and his body became very stiff, as if he had been stabbed in the chest by a sharp sword.

So much so that this Turkic Khan, who was skilled in horse bow and horse, fell to the ground with a plop, his face pale and his whole body trembling.

"Khan!"

The subordinates dismounted quickly, only to find that Khan was already unconscious, with one hand tightly covering his chest, shouting not to kill me...

Li Daoxuan did not shoot the arrow.

At this moment, Turkic's vitality is not yet exhausted, even if he shoots Jieli Khan to death with one arrow, the next big battle cannot be avoided, but even the uninhibited arrow is enough to teach Jieli Khan an unforgettable lesson.

After thinking about it, Li Daoxuan turned the arrow and aimed in another direction.

……

plateau.

The burly Nangri Songtsan was sitting beside the chessboard like a lion, playing chess with Guru Zhizang holding candles.

Under the candlelight, his hair was already half white, and this vigorous hero who unified the plateau had quietly revealed a hint of oldness.

"The Turks lost."

Nangri Songzan said in a low voice, "I didn't expect Turkic to lose so quickly. Li Jing is indeed a genius in using troops."

Master Zhizang was still young with red lips and white teeth, very handsome, as if six years could not leave a trace on him.

But his temperament is more and more outstanding, like a sacred mountain on a plateau, calm, broad, and ethereal.

Zhizang dropped a son, and said: "Realist Li beheaded the high priest of the Turks and swept away those capable men and strangers of the Turks. Now it seems that our decision not to send troops was undoubtedly correct."

Once the Turkic envoys came to lobby, willing to share the Great Tang with Tubo, Nang Ri Songzan was moved at that time, and almost sent troops, until the news came that Li Daoxuan threatened an army of [-] with one arrow.

Nang Ri Songzan tightly held the chess piece in his hand, and said: "But the Turks lost too quickly, and Li Daoxuan is also stronger than we expected!"

Master Zhizang sighed in his heart, he knew what Zanpu wanted to say.

Only when the snipe and the clam compete, can the fisherman benefit.

Datang won too quickly, and Li Daoxuan did not fight with the Turkic high priest to lose both sides. Naturally, they Tubo could not benefit from it.

It seems that Zamp is still not giving up.

"Zanpu, there are clear lakes on the plateau, countless schools of fish, and endless cattle and sheep. Why do you want to provoke Datang again?"

Nangri Songzan said indifferently: "The tripod has three legs, so it can stand upright. If the Turks are destroyed, do you think that the Tang Dynasty can accommodate us?"

After saying that, he dropped a piece and said: "Li Daoxuan is indeed strong, but at the moment he is in Yinshan and has no time to pay attention to him. This may be our opportunity."

"Also, in the past six years, master, you have completely digested the power of the empowerment, and you have also cultivated the Dharma Body of King Ming. Even if you lose to Li Daoxuan, you should not be too far behind."

Master Zhizang frowned, and was about to continue persuading, when suddenly his eyes froze, and he turned to block Zanpu.

call!
A long wind suddenly picked up, and the windows and doors were blown open, rustling.

The candles in the room were instantly extinguished, and even the hard chessboard carved out of marble cracked with a crack, and the chess pieces on it were blown to pieces one by one, turning into powder.

Nangri Songzan only felt a great horror emerge from somewhere, as if he had fallen into the abyss and was grabbed by the ankles by countless ghosts.

That is the fear of death.

Even though he was protected by the good fortune of Tubo, he still looked so precarious in front of such a great terror, like a rootless duckweed.

Fortunately, beside him is a Tubo national teacher, a contemporary master of Tantric Buddhism, and a great monk in the Yangshen realm.

Zhizang's body suddenly shone with light, like a lighthouse in the dark, crystal clear like glass, he put his palms together, and softly recited a Buddha's mantra.

A free and pure Buddha rhyme emerged, and Sanskrit chanting sounded around, calming down the killing spirit.

Behind Zhizang appeared a dharma image, with three heads and six arms, in the shape of wrath, surrounded by fire, holding a sharp sword, and forming the seal of the third generation.

King Ming Faxiang!

Zhizang's eyes were full of gold, and the Buddhist Tianyantong allowed him to go through thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and saw the source of the great terror.

It was a green-robed Taoist sitting on the top of the mountain, with white jade as the hairpin and green silk fluttering, handsome and flawless, holding a radiant golden longbow, and the black arrow was aiming in the direction of Tubo.

"Really Li..."

There was a wry smile on the corner of Zhizang's mouth, how could he not know this Taoist, he lost to Master Li in Chang'an Taiji Palace, and he was convinced.

"Tubo has formed an alliance with the Tang Dynasty. Did Master Li inform the Tang Emperor of this move?"

Lee Daoxuan grinned.

"Little monk, Pindao was just practicing drawing the bow, but he didn't say he wanted to shoot it."

After saying that, he put down the bow and arrow in his hand.

In an instant, everything disappeared, and the great terror in the dark also dissipated, the windows stopped rustling, and the candles were lit again, but it was a pity that the damaged chessboard and chess pieces could not be restored.

Nangri Songtsan was panting heavily, and his whole body was almost drenched in cold sweat.

"Presumptuous, it's Lee Daoxuan again!!!"

He also heard what Master Zhizang said just now, and he already knew who the source of that terror was.

Damn Li Daoxuan, he is also the lord of a country after all, the other party dares to bend his bow and set an arrow and regard himself as a prey?
"Zhizang, it's lucky that you are here to scare off that Li Daoxuan just now!"

Nangri Songzan's eyes flashed, and he said: "It seems that your Dharma body of King Ming is not weaker than that of Li Daoxuan, that's why the other party is so afraid!"

Master Zhizang sighed softly, he didn't speak, but turned around slowly.

Nangri Songzan's eyes were fixed, revealing a look of shock.

Blood dripped down.

Zhizang's cassock was soaked in blood, and there was a deep wound on his chest, as if he had been shot by an arrow.

"Zanpu, the little monk is incompetent, he didn't even block his arrow."

Zhizang's eyes were in a trance. Although his state of mind was not low, he still felt a sense of loss and frustration.

Over the past six years, he practiced hard, not only completely digested the magic power of the empowerment, but also cultivated the Dharma Body of the Great Tantric God Tongming King.

The supernatural powers he was proud of, and his years of hard work, seemed to be a joke in front of this arrow.

Hearing Zhizang's words, Nangri Songtsan was stunned. He stood for a long time, his burly body bent down little by little, the bold and domineering temperament gradually dissipated, and the white hair seemed to become more.

Heroes are late.

Waving his hand, he suddenly felt that everything was out of interest.

"Go down, I'm sleepy."

……

Li Daoxuan put away the Qiankun Bow and Zhentian Arrow, with a calm expression.

It seems that the act of deterring a country just now is just a random move.

Dawn is rising.

He closed his eyes, and took the reward for beheading the Turkic High Priest—Golden Crow Dharma Phase!
In the mind, there was a loud and clear cry, even louder than that of the phoenix.

It was a big golden sun, and there was a three-legged figure in the center, flying up from the hibiscus tree as high as [-] zhang, overlooking the sky and the earth, soaring into the sky.

"Look, the sun is rising!"

"No, why are there two suns?"

"I won't be dazzled, Xiao Zhao, wake up, are there two suns in the sky?"

……

In Tang Junzhong, many people shouted loudly.

The ancients said that there are no two suns in the sky, but two suns rose today. They thought they were dazzled, so they woke up their sleeping comrades to confirm that it was indeed two suns.

"My dear mother, you are really two suns!"

"No wonder it's so hot this morning..."

"Hey, look carefully, there seems to be a figure in the sun on the right..."

"Hey, it's true, like a crow with three legs..."

Everyone talked and wondered.

The spectacle of turning the sky on the second day did not last long, and soon the sun on the right turned into a golden light, flew towards the distance, and disappeared.

"So fast, the national master turned into a golden crow and flew away?"

Wang Bo rubbed his eyes, almost thinking he was wrong.

"You read that right. It seems that the Imperial Master has mastered another magical power. It's a joy to congratulate."

Lou Ling was still so calm.

Zhu Rong rarely experienced emotional fluctuations, and said, "The flame in my body was terrified just now."

"You said, where will the national teacher fly to? Shall we follow and see?"

The electric mother couldn't help asking.

"The Golden Crow flies across the sky and travels thousands of miles in an instant. Do you think you can keep up with the speed of the Imperial Master?"

Lu Chunliang mocked.

"Humph!"

The mother of electricity turned her head away, unable to refute, she ignored the fat man.

At this time, Taiwei's voice sounded leisurely.

"Senior brother just sent me a voice transmission. He has some things to deal with. He ordered everyone to continue to protect the safety of General Li Jing and obey Li Jing's order."

"promise!"

……

The Golden Crow fluttered its wings and flew into the sky.

In just a few breaths, the golden light traveled hundreds of miles and landed on a mountain mausoleum.

The domineering and fiery Golden Crow's aura dissipated, revealing Li Daoxuan's figure.

Standing on the mountain mausoleum and looking into the distance, he can see green onions everywhere, the mountains are endless, and the veins are thousands of miles away, vaguely resembling the shape of a dragon.

This is the tomb of the Turkic kings, where the khans of the Turkic dynasties are buried.

"It is indeed a treasure place. It has the atmosphere of a python swallowing a dragon. Unfortunately, it has been cut off and most of the energy has been swallowed up."

Li Daoxuan learned a little feng shui from his uncle Wu Dabao. Although he is not proficient, compared to most of the quacks, he is already considered a master.

The tomb here was supposed to be a place where dragons and snakes could rise from the land and bring blessings to descendants, but it was overwhelmed by black clouds and cut off across the sky.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Tang Dynasty declared war.

He used the supernatural power of escaping from the ground, and his body quickly sank into the mountain mausoleum, evading countless hidden weapon traps, and came to the interior of the royal tomb.

According to the picture seen in the memory of the high priest before, the Turks still have the last backhand, which is the bronze coffin.

There is a 'god king' locked inside, trying to resuscitate.

Whenever he thinks of this incident, Li Daoxuan will feel a sense of crisis in his heart, which shows that the person in the coffin has a lot of background.

Now that he knew it in advance, he naturally wanted to see if he could stop the recovery of that 'God King' and kill the crisis in its infancy.

Therefore, as soon as he had completed the Golden Crow Dharma Form, he flew into the sky and came to the royal tomb.

Following the direction in his memory, it didn't take long for Li Daoxuan to arrive at the center of the mausoleum. As expected, he saw an ancient bronze coffin placed on the altar.

"who?"

As soon as Li Daoxuan appeared, the Turkic soldiers guarding here drew out their waist knives one after another, trying to strike.

"Certainly!"

Li Dao

Including those Turkic monks hiding in the dark.

Li Daoxuan walked forward quietly, as if he had entered the land of no one in this forbidden Turkic land.

He finally stopped in front of the bronze coffin, showing a sneer.

No matter what you are, don't even think about coming out again.

He stretched out his right hand, a ray of golden flame suddenly rose from his palm, and the crowing of the Golden Crow resounded all around. If one looked carefully, there was a faint figure of a three-legged Golden Crow flying and circling in the flame.

There was only a faint wisp of flame, but the temperature was ridiculously high, distorting the surrounding void, filled with an aura of masculinity and masculinity.

This is the true fire of the sun and the true fire of the Golden Crow.

Li Daoxuan used to be able to activate the real fire of the sun, but it was the essence of the sun absorbed by the five elements, which was equivalent to the flame on the surface of the sun, but the fire of the Golden Crow was equivalent to the core fire source of the sun.

Therefore, although it was only a faint wisp, it consumed almost [-]% of Li Daoxuan's mana, enough to boil the entire East China Sea.

"Go."

With a wave of Li Daoxuan's palm, the golden sun fire fell on the ancient bronze coffin.

Boom!

In an instant, the ancient coffin was beating non-stop, countless black air was burned away by the real fire, and roars sounded vaguely inside, like thunder.

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