Chapter 255: Sword Immortal

A hundred miles away from the Liangjie Pass is a vast plain grassland of 3,000 miles, with fine sand and loess, shallow grass and green grass, foxes, rabbits, musk deer, elk and bison everywhere. This 3,000-mile plain is just right for the two armies to fight.

Forty years ago, Huang Daoyuan invited Bing Linggong to help guard the pass, and returned to Cangmang Mountain to get several powerful magic weapons, and cultivated several unique techniques, and improved his Taoism. Although he was in charge of heavy troops and guarding the border, he never fell behind in cultivation. With the help of the master's elixir and the teachings of the elders in the sect, he successfully passed through four minor disasters and two major disasters, and his strength was extraordinary.

In addition, the King of Tang wiped out the remaining countries in Nanchanbuzhou, the whole country was united, the people lived in peace, and every year he exchanged gifts with the Dragon God of the South China Sea, the weather was good, and there were no disasters in all seasons. In recent years, they have attached more importance to the border, vowing to destroy the Hu Kingdom and spread the Taoism throughout the four continents. They have already sent more troops, and Taoist masters have been stationed in various cities at the border. After years of fighting, they have advanced thousands of miles to the Liangjie Pass, and the thousands of miles of fertile plains have been incorporated into the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

Because the Taoism is prosperous, the evil monsters in the mountains dare not come out to harm the world, but the Tianzhu Buddhist Kingdom is not a weakling. They have gathered troops and robbed the plains many times, but because the Tang soldiers have a place to rely on, advance and retreat, and have the help of masters, they can't take it, but they don't give up. They just pile up soldiers forward, and the Tang soldiers can't move forward.

Beyond the three thousand li plain is the important border town of Mandala City in the Buddhist country of India. Huang Daoyuan was ambitious and attacked repeatedly, but the opponent's Buddhist Mandala formation guarded it. Relying on the advantage of the terrain, he could not conquer it at all, but suffered heavy casualties. The opponent's generals took the opportunity to chase and kill him. They killed all the way to the middle of the plain before they stabilized their foothold and the two sides confronted each other. After a few days of rest and reorganizing military affairs, they will have a decisive battle. And today is the day of the decisive battle.

Huang Daoyuan is dressed in fine armor and holds a Fangtian painted halberd, which is 12 feet long. Qingyan is surrounded by cold light, riding a snow-white horse, standing in front of the formation, watching the scene of the Buddhist soldiers of India from a distance, only to see the yellow flags waving and the crowds of people. The murderous aura shrouded the tent of the central army, the wooden frame high-rise buildings stood in a row, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere, so it was impossible to see clearly.

Four Taoists followed behind him. One had a face like a crane child, wearing a green cloud-colored Bagua robe, and carried a purple-gold gourd one foot and seven inches long on his back. He rode a white-browed tiger with a talisman on its head.

The other three Taoists were full of evil spirits, surrounded by black clouds. They all wore black Taoist robes and held a seven-inch long yellow hemp banner in their hands. There were bloodstains on it and some naked little people were painted on it. A closer look revealed that they had green faces and fangs, and their bodies were straight and stiff, with white hair. They were zombies, vivid and lifelike.

Each of the three Taoists rode a tall rhinoceros. It had green skin and green hair, was tall and big, and was covered with green and shiny vines, which was very annoying.

Among these four Taoists, one is good and the other three are evil. They all serve under the Tang King. The one who rides the tiger is the disciple of the Fiery Patriarch of the Fiery Cliff of the Broken Fire Mountain in the Southern Continent. The one who rides the rhinoceros is the disciple of the Tianshi Sect of the Jiuyin Mountain. They are all powerful in Taoism. Although they have not achieved immortality, they have all survived seven or eight heavenly tribulations. In addition, the magic weapons refined by their master are powerful, so they are very powerful.

Seeing Bing Linggong coming down, Huang Daoyuan said happily: "I am so happy. With the help of the teacher's immortal magic, we can defeat the bald Hu people in one fell swoop. At present, the enemy soldiers are chasing fiercely. Our army needs the help of these Taoist friends to stabilize the position, but we cannot retreat. If we let the Hu people seize the three thousand miles of plains, our army will be very passive, and the emperor will inevitably issue an order to blame.

Bing Linggong is an immortal, and his status is high. The four Taoists were about to get off their mounts and salute, but they heard a cannon and a team of Buddhist soldiers rushed over from afar.

Only the sound of horses and elephants neighing was heard, and more than a dozen yellow-robed Buddhist generals were either riding elephants or horses, and the Buddhist soldiers behind them were running like flying, with yellow flags waving and waves of sandalwood, all coming together to kill.

The elephant was originally slow in movement, but under the urging of Buddhist Zen scriptures, it was as fast as a galloping horse, kicking and stepping on the smoke, and in a blink of an eye it came to the front of the battle array and stopped. The smoke and yellow sand blew over with the wind, blinding the eyes, hitting people's faces and causing them to bleed.

The good thief Huang Daoyuan quickly took out a talisman, which was a wind-fixing talisman, and threw it up. A green light shone, and the sky and the earth were all green. The wind disappeared and the sand subsided, and more than 10,000 Buddhist soldiers appeared. They were coming for the Lord of Mandala City, Master Zhaori, who was riding an elephant and holding a diamond Zen staff. On the top of the staff was a lotus the size of a bowl, and on it was a relic the size of an egg, crystal clear and holy.

The Zen master looked middle-aged and wore a red robe. When he saw Huang Daoyuan had broken the evil wind, he did not order the Buddhist soldiers to charge and kill. He just said: Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings, allowing them to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and enjoy boundless bliss. The general killed my Buddhist soldiers and seized my land. Although I don't want to kill, I can't avoid using demon-killing methods.

Huang Daoyuan was furious and said: You bald donkey, you have killed many people in the Tang Dynasty, and you are still talking big.

Amitabha, you people in the Tang Dynasty do not respect Buddhism, are greedy and murderous, and have penetrated into the Asura path. You should be forever in the Avici Hell. Zen Master Zhaori said.

It is true that when you meet a friend, a thousand cups are not enough, and when you don't agree, half a word is too much. Huang Daoyuan did not say these meaningless nonsense, and shouted loudly: Go forward and capture this bald donkey.

I am willing to go to a general holding a double-symbol broadsword, riding a leopard, and came to the front of the battle.

It turned out to be General Tang. Remember to be careful. If you catch the bald thief, I will write to His Majesty to praise your achievements. Huang Daoyuan said happily.

This general, surnamed Tang, with a single name of Dao, has been taught by an extraordinary person since he was a child. He can subdue tigers in the mountains and catch dragons in the sea. He uses two double-symbol broadswords, which are made of white iron elites and have been tempered by his own life energy for decades. He is extremely powerful and is indeed a fierce general.

Bald thief, are you willing to fight me? Tang Dao came to the front of the battle with a leopard and pointed his sword at Master Yanri.

Demon, you have cultivated rudeness. Behind Master Zhaori, a Buddhist soldier rushed out, riding a giant elephant, holding a five-foot-long precious pestle, carved with Buddhist images such as Vajra Buddha, relics, and lotus, and shining with golden clouds.

Tang Dao was furious and slapped the leopard. The leopard grew several times larger and was as big as the elephant. He raised his sword to kill it, but it only made a loud bang and white light and golden clouds intertwined.

After several rounds of fighting, the Buddhist soldier Hu Jiang practiced the dragon-elephant power. He had a body of copper tendons and iron bones, black and yellow skin, and his upper body was bare. There were countless dense scriptures, which emitted golden Buddha light together. Not only was it dazzling, but when the sword was cut, it encountered great resistance, like a piece of raw cowhide soaked in water.

Tang Dao was shocked by the huge force of the treasure, and his wrist was numb. He could only resist it slightly by using his true energy. Knowing that he could not defeat it, he sold his flaws, pushed the leopard away, and ran eastward. The Hu general slapped the elephant to chase him. One in front and one behind, it was very urgent.

Dao had already used his mysterious skills on the leopard, and sprayed a mouthful of true energy, and raised a knife, which was divided into two white lights, and chopped the Hu general in the face.

When General Hu saw two white lights coming, he thought that Tang Dao would attack with both swords. He sneered, threw Bao Mu up, and released a golden cloud over ten feet long, which tightly wrapped the two white lights. He jumped up and used the posture of a swallow flying through a curtain. The dragon-elephant power gathered on his fist, and he rushed to Tang Dao's face with a hurricane.

Tang Dao had been prepared for a long time, but he was afraid that this General Hu was thick-skinned and could not be killed by a chop, and let him escape, which would be a useless result, so he secretly used the black oil. The soul attached to the knife, and did not hesitate to use his mental power to urge the knife. The knife was as fast as thunder. When it was struck, a white rainbow of ten feet and like a silk thread appeared. The power of the magic knife was greatly increased. With a flick on the spot, the protective scripture of the Hu general was broken. With another scratch, the Hu general was disemboweled, and his intestines and liver all fell on the ground. The huge power of the earth dragon elephant that had been condensed also dissipated, and it fell to the ground like a piece of wood, smashing a large piece of sand and dust.

The top door burst open, and a relic ran out, and was about to fly to the west, but Tang Dao had dealt with Buddhist soldiers many times, so he knew the other party's tricks, and did not return the soul, and continued to exist in the knife. The white light circled again, trapped the relic, and then pulled it back. Seeing that its master was dead, the elephant ran away with four hooves and returned to the camp. Tang Dao did not chase him, but returned to the soul, and sacrificed the knife again. The two knives combined to surround the treasure in the sky.

Because it lost its owner, the treasure was captured in just one round. Tang Dao got the treasure, turned around and cut off the Hu general with a knife, and was about to return to the army to ask for merit.

It was complicated, but it was just a few breaths. A monk with a fist-sized rosary hanging beside Master Zhaori was furious. He took off the rosary, pinched one of the beads, and raised his hand to hit Tang Dao's back.

As soon as the rosary came out, it turned into a ball of thunder and fire the size of a basket, with golden light running around in the middle, like a golden snake. There were several loud noises, like several thunders on the ground, scaring the foxes and rabbits on the plains to flee, and the wild buffaloes to run around.

Tang Dao turned around and saw that the thunder and fire were coming quickly and fiercely. He thought he couldn't resist it. He had just gathered his soul and consumed a lot of energy. He couldn't escape in time. He could only throw out his two swords and hit the oncoming thunder and fire to slow down and have time to perform the escape method.

Suddenly, the Taoist riding a tiger took off the gourd, opened the lid, pointed the gourd mouth at the ball of thunder and fire, chanted a spell, and a flame rushed out straight, as red as blood. Once it came out of the three-inch square gourd mouth, it turned into a bucket. It came out first, pushed the double swords aside, and then hit the thunder and fire horizontally, using fire to fight fire. Thunderclaps sounded in all directions, burning and exploding, the ground was charred, and the sand turned into magma.

Seeing that the savior had come, Tang Dao quickly put away the double swords, upgraded, and rode a leopard back to the gate, and went to record his military merits.

Sparks flew in all directions, covering a radius of ten miles. The soldiers on both sides were burned by the sparks and their positions were messed up, and they hid everywhere. Because the Buddhist soldiers were all protected by scriptures and had practiced the dragon-elephant power, they were extremely powerful and did not cause any harm. Zen Master Zhaori raised his Zen stick and gave an order, and the Hu soldiers rushed over, unstoppable.

Huang Daoyuan led the way, using palm thunder to roast several elephants and soldiers, but was stopped by the monk Mang, who was the junior brother of Zen Master Zhaoyue. His supernatural powers were not superior to Huang Daoyuan's. He also took a lotus relic Zen staff and fought with Huang Daoyuan's Fangtian painted halberd.

The two armies fought fiercely. Although the Tang soldiers also practiced Qi, they could not resist the Buddhist soldiers who practiced the great power of the earth dragon elephant. After a fight, they suffered heavy casualties and retreated step by step.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the three disciples of the Tianshi Sect hurriedly waved their small flags. Suddenly, black air filled the air, and the wind was cold and chilly, so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. The thirty-six Tianshi Demon-Gathering Flags grew to about three zhang high, and many zombies jumped out from them. They were more than one zhang high, their bodies were the color of black fine iron, and they spewed murderous aura from their mouths. Their nails were black and shiny, half a foot long, and curved like iron hooks, with fangs, red and white. There were a total of thirty-six heads. They rushed into the Buddhist soldiers, and killed more than a hundred of them in a few encounters.

But these Buddhist soldiers were not ordinary soldiers. They had scriptures to protect themselves, and Buddhist instruments such as swords, which could restrain zombies. When they came to their senses, they formed a formation to resist, and the zombies could not hurt them.

Master Zhaori raised his Zen staff. The relic shone brightly, and a huge golden lamp was lit on it, illuminating the battlefield, and the black fog dissipated. Dozens of Zen masters rushed out from behind him, fighting in the sky with the three disciples of Tianshi Sect and the disciples of Master Liehuo.

Seeing that the Tang soldiers were defeated and the Buddhist soldiers were fierce, Bing Linggong flew into the sky and was about to use his magic to split the ground and bury his life, but was stopped by a long-handed monk.

Long-handed Arhat Bing Linggong saw that the monk's hands were longer than his knees, with Buddha's light behind him, golden lotus and golden lamp on his head, fragrant clouds of necklaces, and big ears hanging down to his shoulders. It was clearly an Arhat.

The monk said, "I am not an Arhat." His expression was solemn. Bing Linggong looked carefully and found that the monk was not as good as the Arhat. He only had a strange appearance. He could not help but wonder: This guy must be the reincarnation of the Arhat.

The Buddhist soldiers below were in power. Bing Linggong did not hesitate and flew out a sword to deal with this guy first.

The long-armed monk pointed his hand. A lotus popped out and blocked the flying sword. The two were opponents. For a while, neither could do anything to the other.

Huang Daoyuan was anxious when he saw that the soldiers below had suffered heavy casualties. He quickly sacrificed the magic treasure rotating light ruler he got from his master and rushed down. There was a flash of light. Master Zhaoyue was confused and was hit on the shoulder by the ruler. His bones were shattered and he fell to the ground. He screamed and dragged his Zen stick to run away.

Zen Master Zhaori was furious and rushed forward. Huang Daoyuan tried to get up, but was held up by the golden lamp and could not get down. He quickly collected his magic weapon and ordered the troops to withdraw. The Tang army was defeated and chased to Liangjie Pass. The soldiers guarding the pass shot divine arrows with the Buddhist crossbow made of cold iron from the South China Sea. The Buddhist soldiers could not resist and had to retreat a hundred miles.

Seeing Huang Daoyuan retreat, Bing Linggong had no intention of fighting. He made a feint with his sword, called the other four Taoists, and went to Guanzhong.

The three Taoists of Tianshi Sect and the Taoist of Liehuo Sect also beat rhinoceros and tigers, and their four hooves were flying in the wind. They were defeated and went to Liangjie Pass. Zen Master Zhaori did not chase them, but reorganized the Buddhist soldiers and settled them a hundred miles away from Liangjie Pass. He also dispatched soldiers from Mandala City to occupy the plains. When the opportunity came, he broke through Liangjie Pass and entered the Tang Dynasty, honoring Buddhism and destroying Taoism, and achieved merit.

I didn't expect that there was an Arhat reincarnated among the Buddha soldiers. The Buddha soldiers practiced the dragon-elephant power and were difficult to resist. Now that we have lost the plain in front of the pass, our army is completely passive. What should we do? Huang Daoyuan was anxious and wanted to submit a report.

It's a pity that our 36 zombies have not been sacrificed to become the supreme heavenly corpse, otherwise, what would the Hu soldiers be afraid of. The three Taoists of the Tianshi Sect sighed.

The Tianshi Sect is also a big evil sect. The founder of the sect, Tianshi Lao Mo, was originally a 10,000-year-old zombie in the mountains. He cultivated the magic and later invited his disciples to go down the mountain by the order of the King of Tang.

The disciples are all good at refining zombies, feeding them with elixirs, talismans, and poisons. At first, they are walking corpses, then zombies, then flying clothes forks, then Yaksha ghost kings, and finally achieving the supreme heavenly corpse, flying in the sky and hiding in the ground. Ordinary immortals have to retreat when they meet one.

Besides, the old demon Tianshi has only one set of methods. The thirty-six Tianshi Gathering Demon Banners he cultivated formed a Tianshi formation, which was even more powerful. However, the supreme Tianshi took the old demon Tianshi ten thousand years to refine into thirty-six heads and seal them in the banners. The three Taoists refined themselves, but they were just zombies, not even flying night demons, so they could not do anything to the Buddha soldiers.

General, don't be anxious. Victory and defeat are common in the military. Asking the emperor for help will only make the general incompetent. Bing Ling is fair.

What is the teacher's plan? Huang Daoyuan asked hurriedly.

General, don't be anxious. I have been listening to the lectures of the Emperor of the Heaven Realm, Gou Chen, at the Black Wind Mountain ten thousand miles away in recent days. I have made many Taoist friends, including two sword immortals with boundless magic power. When the lecture starts tomorrow, I only need to invite one of them, and it will be easy to break the Buddha soldiers. In addition, the Wandu Mountain is over 50,000 miles in radius, with billions of poisonous creatures breeding. It is just right for Tianshi Daoyou to feed his zombies and refine them into flying night demons. In the early years, it was in charge of Wandu Jiedi, but now it is the emperor of our Taoism. If the three Taoists go to ask for a few poisonous creatures, the emperor will definitely not refuse.

The three Taoists nodded repeatedly: Gou Chen Tiandi has boundless magic power. He was ordered by Yuanshi Tianzun to control the monsters in the three realms. Even Tianshi Zushi, the head of my sect, is his disciple. It is not difficult for us to ask for some trivial things. It's just that the teacher said, who are the two sword immortals?

Bing Ling said: The Taoist names of these two sword immortals are Kong Konger and Jing Jinger. They are brothers. Now they go to Gou Chen Dadi to sit down and listen to his lectures every day.

Kong Kong Er, Jing Jing Er Huang Dao Yuan muttered a few words in his mouth, and suddenly he was shocked: It turned out to be these two people. I heard from the elder Jin Chan in the sect that the founder of my Shushan Sword Sect founded a sword cultivation lineage in Mount Emei in the human world. Later, because the human world was small, he came to this earthly immortal world and founded the current foundation. But these two are thousands of years earlier than the founder. They are the true ancestors of sword immortals.

It turns out that there is such a merit. The five Taoists sighed repeatedly. At night, Bing Ling Gong and Tian Shi hurriedly rode rhinoceros and tigers and flew quietly to Black Wind Mountain. A journey of 100,000 miles, it is better to set off early and fly for a few hours. They are not like Dapeng Mingwang, who can fly more than 90,000 miles between one wing.

Zhou Qing was in the main hall of the Immortal Mansion. The white rainbow on his body grew bigger and bigger, like a white dragon circling and filling the room. The twelve flags of the King of Hell were distributed outside the altar. Twelve ancient ancestor witches appeared, black air rolled, ghost language was like a tide, forcing the white rainbow to entangle on the altar.

The ancestor witch swallowed a wisp of white air and spit it out. After the ancestor witch swallowed and spit, the color of the white air had been transformed into chaos. It was unclear and incomprehensible. Zhou Qing's 48,000 pores opened, and the strands of chaotic air transformed by the ancestor witch were sucked into his body, and then transformed by Zhou Qing into the purest Pangu bloodline that was unique to the ancestor witch.

It didn't take a long time to directly refine the essence of Houyi and Kuafu. As long as Zhou Qing practiced every day, it would take at most ten years. But even if all of it was refined, it would not be the pure Pangu bloodline. His future achievements would be limited, and he would not be able to compare with those great leaders who listened to Hong Diao's teachings in the chaos. Only in this way, can the two great witches use their great essence to draw out the essence of the ancestors, and then refine it into his body bit by bit, and transform his immortal blood into the Pangu blood of the world.

In this way, the effort and energy consumed is not a little bit, and it is absolutely difficult to complete in a short time. He also has to divide his energy to suppress the twelve ancestors and force them to spit out their essence. In one day, he can only refine a little bit. To refine it all, he must take hundreds of years or even thousands of years, but by that time, I am afraid that the daylily will be cold.

Although Zhou Qing's current strength can only refine a little bit of Pangu blood, it is the purest essence. His strength is naturally a day. Just because he has Pangu blood, all the elixirs are useless. Even the ginseng fruit is eaten in vain, and it dilutes Pangu blood. He has to spend more energy to force it out.

Temporarily cooperating with the Jade Emperor is nothing but seeking the skin of a tiger. Although there are many benefits, they are not positive after all. I am afraid that it is not as good as that of the Holy Mother Wu Dang. People can even sacrifice their daughters, but they are still reluctant to part with you, a little Gou Chen. I am afraid that if something goes wrong, you will be sold.

The Jade Emperor has never taken action himself, but Zhou Qing has always been unable to figure out this guy's cultivation. Now the best player Zhou Qing faces is Maitreya Buddha. Of course, that 6 pressure is also one, but it is only a clone, and it is not as good as Maitreya Buddha. Zhou Qing has a little inspiration and perception that the Jade Emperor's cultivation is definitely above Maitreya Buddha.

As this trace of the spirit of the ancestor witch is transformed into Pangu blood, Zhou Qing gradually stops the work, and feels that his whole body is full of energy and has boundless strength. The five-colored divine light, as heavy as a mountain, moves, not as sluggish as before. As long as some time passes, it will be more freely used than Kong Xuan himself.

There are sun, moon and stars in Black Wind Mountain, no day and night, but Zhou Qing can still distinguish morning and evening, knowing that it is already four o'clock outside, and in another hour, it will be time for him to preach.

Such days are comfortable, but I don't know how long they will last. It is hard to predict the secrets of heaven. Zhou Qing left the Immortal Palace and looked around in confusion.