From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 170 The Immortal Manifestation
Although Lin Qingxuan seemed to be just shouting at random, in his words, he had already used the supreme magic method of Taishi's good fortune.

Moreover, it is only after the fifth-layer mental method is practiced that it is possible to influence the changes of other people's minds through voice actions and even infuriating energy. Sound and other media expand the power of spiritual thoughts, arouse other people's thoughts, can stabilize people's hearts, can also boost morale, and can even disturb people's will when they fight with others.

It can be said that Lin Qingxuan has really escaped from the cage of ordinary martial arts since the third floor since he practiced Taishi Good Fortune Magic. Although he can't confidently say that he is the number one master in ancient times, he is a martial arts master under the Grand Master. A single thought of their own can drive their minds into chaos.

If you do your best, you don't have to touch them, just a humming will make the masters under the great master bleed to death.

Even the masters with the cultivation base of the great masters, at most, let Lin Qingxuan do it.

Therefore, it can be said that the cultivation of martial arts to the realm of Lin Qingxuan has already surpassed the peerless great master. Since Lin Qingxuan broke the cage of refining and transforming Qi, he has become the first person in thousands of years to truly achieve the spirit of refining Qi. of seniors.

As his spiritual sense became more and more powerful, Lin Qingxuan could also feel that his spirit, spirit and spirit were interdependent and growing stronger. Longevity was already at his fingertips, and it was only natural to have many more magical powers.

It can be said that if Lin Qingxuan is willing, he just needs to run his qi and shout, and he can instantly kill tens of thousands of Mongolian elite soldiers outside Chang'an City. Since then, Mongolia has completely lost the strength to compete with the Song Dynasty.

But the purpose of practice is how to properly view oneself, how to properly view others, and how to view strength.

Lin Qingxuan knew that nothing could be done without doing anything. If he was doing things at this level of cultivation, he would naturally have methods that were thousands of times better than fighting and killing.

Lin Qingxuan used a secret technique to arouse the benevolence and kindness of the soldiers of Meng and Song Dynasties with his voice and spiritual sense, so that they temporarily put down their weapons and stopped attacking.

The outside of Chang'an City was suddenly quiet, and all the soldiers looked at Lin Qingxuan in admiration.

Lin Qingxuan's sleeves were slightly swayed, and there was a gentle and strong wind to hold him from falling. With a flick of the dust, he looked at the 20-foot-long Jiuqi Daxing and the Mongolian Khan who was surrounded by warriors.

Meng Ge rode a sweaty BMW and was staring blankly at the sky.

Brother Meng was already a 50-year-old middle-aged man at this time. Not only did he have gray hair on his temples, but he was also very fat and suffered from many diseases. He was far from the strong and strong young man in Lin Qingxuan's memory.

Lin Qingxuan looked at Brother Meng. Brother Meng also had a complicated expression and looked at Lin Qingxuan with excitement. After he determined that the living god in the sky was his master Qingxuan Zhenjun, he straightened up from the horse. He shouted: "Grandpa Qingxuan, True Monarch State Teacher, your old man finally showed up again, please come down and talk."

Lin Qingxuan looked at Brother Meng and looked very similar to Torre. He felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and the strength under his feet slowly fell.

Lin Qingxuan didn't wait to speak when he fell in front of Brother Meng's horse. Brother Meng had already turned over and knelt in front of Lin Qingxuan while kowtowing and telling his lovesickness.

The Mongolian Khans all bowed and saluted to the National Teacher Zhenjun, and the neighboring Mongolian warriors also knelt down and kowtowed one after another. It was like a stone falling into a pond, which caused waves, but this wave It was to make the Mongolian soldiers and the soldiers of the Song Dynasty kneel down and kowtow, and worship the Great Celestial Master of Qingxuan Zhenjun, who appeared to be holy in the daytime.

Brother Meng was sincere. He said that he missed Lin Qingxuan and sent people to look for it. It seemed very real, but Lin Qingxuan knew that it was only Brother Meng who was so excited when he saw his presence in front of him.

Lin Qingxuan didn't have the decades of life experience in these two lives, and he knew that he had no relationship with Brother Meng, so naturally he wouldn't believe it.

Now Lin Qingxuan can detect whether people's thoughts and thoughts are good or bad by virtue of his spiritual sense cultivation, so he can confirm that this child is also at the age of fear of death and pain after listening to Meng Ge a few words.

Now to curry favor with himself is to imitate his grandfather, Genghis Khan, and want to obtain the method of prolonging life or the secret medicine elixir to cure diseases and return to youth from the living god Qingxuan Zhenjun.

Lin Qingxuan originally wanted to use the gods and immortals to decree that Meng Ge was afraid of the power of heaven and stopped the army to make peace.

But seeing his attitude at this time, he had an inspiration and said with a smile: "Meng Ge'er, get up quickly."

While speaking, he looked at a bald-headed man with a height of nine feet behind Meng Ge. This man did not have a beard under his jaw, nor did he have eyebrows. Lin Qingxuan's eyesight saw that he had not even a single hair on his body, but his skin was as tough as cowhide. , I know that this person must have cultivated the extremely superior outer door body protection supernatural powers, so that there is not a single hair on the body.

With a slight smile, Lin Qingxuan asked, "Are you from the Shaolin School or the King Kong Sect?"

Seeing Lin Qingxuan looking at him, the strong man shuddered with fright, and he stepped forward and said, "Junior King Kongmen Sect Master Tong Luohan, see Quanzhen sect master Qingxuan Zhenjun old senior."

Lin Qingxuan nodded and asked, "Who is Tie Luohan?"

Tong Luohan said in a trembling voice, "Tie Luohan is the junior's senior."

Lin Qingxuan asked lightly, "Are you going to avenge him?"

Lin Qingxuan's voice was very soft and gentle, but Tong Luohan heard it as if he heard a thunderbolt, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly kowtowed: "Don't dare, don't dare, my brother, I provoke your sect for no reason, come to the door to make trouble, and die. It’s self-inflicted, and he can’t blame others. He died of karma, how can he say it has something to do with you?

Lin Qingxuan didn't care whether what he said was sincere or not, no matter what Tong Luohan thought in his heart, whether it was true or false, it was impossible for him to take revenge. Since he couldn't do it, what he said would naturally be the truth.

Taking a step forward, Fuchen lifted Meng Ge up as soon as he lifted it up, and Lin Qingxuan asked amiably, "How is the sweat recently?"

Hearing Lin Qingxuan's simple greeting, Brother Meng seemed to be back in his childhood, back in the arms of his grandfather Genghis Khan, and he burst into tears and said, "Everything is fine, but my health is not good..."

How did Meng Ge know that the Qingxuan Zhenjun Divine Gongdao method has a subtle effect of attracting people to be kind, plus he has something in his heart, and after listening to him, he couldn't restrain his inner emotions, and was aroused by feelings of admiration and crying. Said: "Grandpa, I want to ask you to treat my disease and prolong my life..."

Hearing Meng Ge's heartfelt appeal, Lin Qingxuan stretched out his hand to touch Meng Ge's head with a smile, and said: "Silly boy, your grandfather and father died of illness because of heavy killing karma. You have also been going south to attack the Song Dynasty, which naturally caused you to be entangled in killing karma. Do you think that if you believe in Esoteric Buddhism, the great monks will chant sutras and pray for you every day to eliminate karma?

It's just self-deception...

Killing the heart together, will generate karma, good thoughts are not guaranteed, how can it be derived? "

Lin Qingxuan said word by word, Meng Ge seemed to see the scene where he was afflicted by illness and tragically died. The many tragic death scenes of being crushed to death by stones are extremely frightening in my heart.

Seeing Lin Qingxuan, Meng brother regarded him as a life-saving straw. He surpassed his own living Buddha, knelt down and hugged Lin Qingxuan's thigh, and said in a panic, "Grandpa, please save me..."

Lin Qingxuan sighed softly, stretched out his hand to help him up, and said, "I went down to earth this time at the order of the Emperor of Heaven, and he was going to send down a thunderbolt to kill you, but after I persuaded him, he just calculated with his fingers. Knowing that you are entangled in karma, you have to die outside this city of Chang'an, either by Yang Ming or at the hands of Guo Jing. I miss your grandfather and remember that you are my disciple and grandson, so I went down here to save you. Obedience will not only save the disaster this time, but also prolong life in the future, and Mongolia's national fortune will be more prosperous and permanent."

Lin Qingxuan just did a little trick to let Brother Meng see the many possibilities of Yang Guo, Yang Ming and Guo Jing killing him outside Chang'an City, as well as the scene where he collapsed due to karma, which made Brother Meng frightened. , also convinced, bowed again and said: "Please give instructions from the grandfather, grandson, I will obey all."

Lin Qingxuan pondered: "The Great Song Dynasty set the Dingding in the Central Plains, and the revival of China is a matter of destiny. Your grandfather was on the westward expedition, and he was only one step away from winning the fruit of life and immortality.

The destiny of this great Mongolia is not in the Central Plains, but in the Western Regions. If you quickly stop the war and make peace, and then move the capital to the Western Regions, Mongolia will naturally be able to stay forever. After forming an alliance with the Song Dynasty, you can also help each other. You can transfer your troops to the Western Regions. Can conquer Europa in one fell swoop, land on the island of Great Britain, and grab the fruit of life.

At that time, not only will you be able to return to youth and prolong life, but the Great Mongolia will also gain the dragon veins of the Western Regions. Since then, the two dragons in the Eastern and Western Regions will compete for glory, and yin and yang will complement each other. This is the way of heaven, and the emperor of heaven will bless you and your descendants. …”

If it is said that fooling Dafa, Lin Qingxuan is very professional, not to mention that his martial arts method is as unparalleled in the world, and relying on the soul capture Dafa is also a combination of true and false, and there is no disadvantage.

Now that his identity is no trivial matter, the living immortal has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the supernatural power of Taishi's creation has made the spiritual sense far better than before.

Although a set of rhetoric is all made up by Lin Qingxuan, no matter how smart people are, they will not be cautious enough when they encounter what they ask for, not to mention Lin Qingxuan's identity is already convincing.

So when Lin Qingxuan finished talking about the flickering of Meng Ge's move to the west, Meng Ge was overjoyed and agreed.

However, after he agreed, his expression changed, he hesitated, coughed softly, and said in a low voice, "I don't have any opinion on Grandpa's arrangement. The Western Regions are also indispensable, and the fruit of life that is at your fingertips is in the Western Regions. I am over fifty years old, and I must go to the Western Regions to find one or two.

It's just that although I am a Mongolian Khan, I don't have the prestige of my grandfather's ability to make a clear statement. I can still decide the peace with the Song Dynasty, but moving to the west may not be able to get the princes to agree. It is necessary to hold a Kulitai conference. It can only be implemented after consultation with the various kings and guilds.

These princes are all looking forward to going south to occupy some land and property and grab some slaves, I force them to move west, I am afraid no one will obey..."

Lin Qingxuan smiled without saying a word, looked at the surrounding Mongolian soldiers, and asked, "Mengge Er, these Mongolian elites can't be all from your own clan, and there are also tribesmen of the descendants of other princes, right?"

Brother Meng nodded and said, "Yes, Grandpa Shizu. There are [-] elites from the headquarter of our Onan River, and [-] elites from Qilulian and other places, and the rest are warriors from various divisions."

Lin Qingxuan smiled lightly, pointed at the boundless Mongolian army and said with a smile: "You say, if I obey the orders of the Emperor of Heaven and use the immortal method to attract the gods of fire and thunder to kill the hundred thousand Mongolian army here, you say that we are all over the place. , can the incomparably powerful Great Mongolia still exist?"

"This……"

Brother Meng was so frightened that his face was pale when he heard the words. He saw with his own eyes that the Qingxuan Zhenjun climbed the clouds and drove the fog, calling for wind and rain to extinguish the flames of the high platform. If his old man really cast a spell to bring down the thunder and fire, no matter whether the Mongolian soldiers died or not, it must be difficult for him to be so close. escape day.

Afraid in his heart, Meng Ge was about to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Lin Qingxuan suddenly smiled softly, and said with a twisted beard: "I'm just joking, and the sweat doesn't have to be taken seriously. You can take my words to those princes.

The meaning of Pindao is: whoever does not agree to the truce, peace and westward move, just wants to drag Mongolia to die for their own ambitions, and Genghis Khan Temujin also cannot agree. If any tribe is disobedient, Pindao will punish it on behalf of God, Thunder and fire from the sky will destroy his clan, and not only will his family, the Khan King, die, but there will be no clan members or cattle and sheep left in the clan!
This is not a ruthlessness of the poor, but the destiny, whoever dares to violate the destiny will naturally die! "

The second half of Lin Qingxuan's words had already been transmitted over a thousand miles, and everyone within ten miles could hear it clearly.

Although Lin Qingxuan's words were flat and soft, the more peaceful they were, the more convinced they were when they remembered that he was an immortal. All Mongolian soldiers had already accepted the decision to move westward, and secretly believed in their hearts that no matter what King Khan said, Even if he sneaked away, he would go to the Western Regions, and he couldn't compete with the immortal Tianlei with his own life.

Therefore, as soon as Lin Qingxuan's voice fell, countless Mongolian soldiers knelt down and kowtowed, shouting the words of promise.

Lin Qingxuan looked at Meng Ge and the others, although they were convinced, but worried that they would change after returning to Yanjing, so he had the heart to show his supernatural powers.

Looking at the tall and continuous hills about two miles to the east, I knew that it was Hongqing Mountain. The highest point was about 100 feet high. It was covered with green trees and beautiful scenery.

Lin Qingxuan immediately flew with his right foot and jumped into the air. When he flew out of the height of ten feet, there were clouds and mists under his feet, as if to lift him up again.

The higher you fly, the stronger the wind in the sky is. Lin Qingxuan has the supernatural ability to control the wind. Instead, he doesn't have to wave his sleeves and palms to make the wind from time to time to make himself fly in the wind. .

When he approached Hongqing Mountain, Lin Qingxuan said loudly: "If I say Yu Er, etc., after returning home, the nobles in the desert have not seen the true immortal high law. Let all Mongolian warriors have a look at what kind of thunder and divine fire will be suffered by those who do not obey the mandate of heaven and do not obey the number of days!"

Lin Qingxuan's remarks were like thunder rolling from the sky, shaking the [-] Mongolian army, [-] to [-] Song soldiers, and the Central Plains martial arts disciples all tingling eardrums and roaring in their heads.

Guo Jing, Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng, King Jinlun, Huang Yaoshi and other great masters were all astonished. They only felt that Lin Qingxuan was flying in the air a few miles apart. Within ten feet, he is afraid that he will be shaken and injured internally. With such a magical power, even if he and others join forces together, they are definitely not the enemies of the Qingxuan Zhenjun.

Lin Qingxuan didn't know that he had already shocked the few remaining great masters in the world by just saying it casually.

The air was whirring with hot wind, and then a three-foot-thick, three-zhang-long fire dragon descended from the sky and crashed into the top of Hongqing Mountain.

If this fire dragon is close-up, it is naturally terrifying, but in the eyes of [-] Mongolian soldiers, tens of thousands of Ming Dynasty soldiers, and people in the martial arts, where did he find out where Xuan Zhenjun finished his old man’s words, and then went to the sky in the sky A fiery red crack appeared, like a sharp arrow and like a thunderbolt shot into the top of Hongqing Mountain.

Then there was a loud bang in the dense forest on the top of Hongqing Mountain, followed by flames and heat waves hitting the sky.

The strong wind blew down countless trees and swept them down the mountain.

The dust rose up along with the fire, and the sound of the explosion was louder than the thunder. It immediately scared the tens of thousands of Mongolian troops under the mountain to shivering. Many people who believed in Buddhism and timid were even more frightened and bowed their heads and cried bitterly. runny nose, and even passed out.

(End of this chapter)