Although Lin Qingxuan seemed to be just shouting casually, he had already used Taishi's magical power of creation in his words.
Moreover, only after you have mastered the fifth level of mental skills can you influence the changes in other people's minds through sounds, movements and even Qi. In other words, this miraculous thing is based on Lin Qingxuan's increasingly powerful spiritual thoughts and Qi. Using sound and other media to expand the power of spiritual thoughts and attract others' thoughts can stabilize people's hearts and boost their morale. It can also disrupt people's minds when fighting with others.
It can be said that since Lin Qingxuan practiced Taishi's Divine Art of Creation, he has really escaped from the cage of ordinary martial arts since the third level. Although he cannot confidently and arrogantly say that he is the best master in history, he is a martial arts master who is as close as a grand master. A single thought of their own can cause their minds to become confused.
If you use your full strength, you don't have to touch them, just a casual hum can make a master who is a grand master bleed to death from his seven orifices.
Even an expert with the level of a Grand Master can only ask Lin Qingxuan to take action at most.
Therefore, when one has reached the level of Lin Qingxuan in martial arts, he has already surpassed the great master. Since Lin Qingxuan broke the cage of refining Qi, he has become the first person in thousands of years to truly refine Qi and transform into God. The master.
As his spiritual thoughts become more refined, Lin Qingxuan can also feel that the essence, energy and spirit are interdependent and strengthen each other. Extending life is already within easy reach, and it is natural to have many more supernatural powers.
It can be said that if Lin Qingxuan was willing, he only needed to use his true energy and shout loudly, and he could kill tens of thousands of Mongolian elite soldiers alive outside Chang'an City in an instant. From then on, Mongolia no longer had the power to compete with the Song Dynasty.
However, the purpose of practice is how to correctly view yourself, how to correctly view others, and how to view power.
Lin Qingxuan always knew that doing nothing would lead to doing anything. If he were to do something at his current state of cultivation, he would naturally have methods that were thousands of times better than fighting and killing.
Lin Qingxuan used his secret method to use his voice and spiritual thoughts to inspire the benevolent hearts of the soldiers of the Song Dynasty, so that they temporarily put down their weapons and stopped attacking.
There was a sudden silence outside Chang'an City. All the soldiers looked at Lin Qingxuan with admiration. If it weren't for their scruples on the battlefield, many of them would have fallen to their knees.
Lin Qingxuan's sleeves were slightly swayed, and the gentle wind was holding him up so that he wouldn't fall. He waved his fly whisk and looked at the ninety-foot-long banner at his feet and the Mongolian Khan who was surrounded by warriors.
Brother Meng was riding a sweaty horse and was staring blankly at the sky.
At this time, Brother Meng was already a middle-aged man in his fifties. Not only did he have gray hair on his temples, he was also very fat and suffered from many diseases. He was far different from the strong young man in Lin Qingxuan's memory.
Lin Qingxuan looked at Brother Meng, who also had a complicated look on his face. He looked at Lin Qingxuan excitedly. After he confirmed that the living god in the sky was his master, Zhenjun Qingxuan, he straightened up from his horse. He shouted: "Grandpa Qingxuan, Master Zhenjun, you have finally shown up again. Please come down and talk to me."
Lin Qingxuan looked at Brother Meng who looked very similar to Torre, and was filled with emotion. He relaxed his strength and slowly fell down.
When Lin Qingxuan landed in front of Brother Meng's horse, before he could say anything, Brother Meng had already turned over and knelt in front of Lin Qingxuan, kowtowing and expressing his love for him.
The Great Khan of Mongolia all knelt down and saluted the true king, and the nearby Mongolian warriors also knelt down and knelt down one after another. Passing it out was like a stone falling into a pond, causing waves in circles, but this wave The Mongolian soldiers and the Song soldiers were made to kneel down and kowtow, worshiping the Qingxuan Zhenjun and the Great Master.
Brother Meng spoke sincerely, saying that he missed Lin Qingxuan and sent many people to look for him. It sounded very sincere, but Lin Qingxuan knew that it was only Brother Meng who was so excited and happy when he saw him appearing as a saint in front of others.
Lin Qingxuan didn't have the decades of life experience in these two lifetimes, and he knew that he and Brother Meng had no feelings, so naturally he wouldn't believe it.
Lin Qingxuan can now detect whether people's thoughts, desires, and thoughts are good or bad by relying on his spiritual cultivation. Therefore, he can confirm that this child has reached an age where he is afraid of death and illness just by listening to a few words from Brother Meng.
Now I am fawning over myself just to imitate my grandfather Genghis Khan and want to get the secret elixir to prolong life or cure diseases and return to youth from the living god Qingxuan Zhenjun.
Lin Qingxuan originally wanted to use the divine decree to make Meng Ge fear the power of God and stop fighting and make peace.
But seeing his attitude at this time, he had an idea and said with a smile: "Brother Meng, get up quickly."
As he spoke, he looked at a nine-foot-tall bald man behind Brother Meng. This man didn't have a beard or eyebrows. Lin Qingxuan's eyesight saw that he didn't even have a hair on his body, but his skin was as tough as cowhide. , I know in my heart that this person must have cultivated extremely superior outer body protection magical powers, so that there is not a single hair on his body.
Smiling slightly, Lin Qingxuan asked: "Are you from the Shaolin sect or the Vajra sect?"
When the strong man saw Lin Qingxuan looking at him, he trembled with fright. He stepped forward and bowed down and said: "Junior, the Master of the Diamond Sect, Bronze Arhat, pays homage to the Quanzhen Cult Leader, Senior Qingxuan Zhenjun."
Lin Qingxuan nodded and asked: "Who are you, Iron Arhat?"
The Bronze Arhat said in a trembling voice: "The Iron Arhat is the senior brother of this junior."
Lin Qingxuan asked calmly: "Are you going to avenge him?"
Lin Qingxuan's voice was very small and gentle, but the Bronze Arhat heard the thunder and thunder. He was so frightened that he kowtowed and said: "I don't dare, I don't dare. I, my senior brother, provoke your teaching for no reason and come to make trouble. I will die." He brought it upon himself and cannot blame others. He died due to evil karma, so how can he say it has anything to do with you? How dare I, this junior, have the idea of seeking quarrel and revenge from the Quanzhen Sect?"
Lin Qingxuan didn't care whether what he said was true 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 wouldn't do it, what he said would naturally be the truth.
He took a step forward and lifted Meng Ge up with a whisk. Lin Qingxuan asked kindly: "How is Dahan doing lately?"
Hearing Lin Qingxuan's simple greeting, Brother Meng seemed to have returned to his childhood and the arms of his grandfather Genghis Khan. He burst into tears and said: "Everything is fine, but my health is not good..."
How could Brother Meng know that Qingxuan Zhenjun's magic skills and Taoism have subtle effects that can induce people to do good? In addition, he had a desire in his heart. After listening to his words, he couldn't restrain his inner emotions. He was aroused with admiration and cried. Said: "Master Grandpa, I would like to ask you to cure my disease and prolong my life..."
After listening to Brother Meng's heartfelt request, Lin Qingxuan smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the top of Brother Meng's head and said: "Silly boy, your grandfather and father both died of illness because of too much killing karma.
You have been going south to attack the Song Dynasty for many years, which naturally caused you to have murderous karma. Do you think that by believing in Tantric Buddhism and the great monks chanting sutras and praying for you every day, your karma can be eliminated?
It’s just self-deception...
When the murderous intention comes together, karma will be generated. If good thoughts are not preserved, how can they be derived?"
Lin Qingxuan spoke word by word. Brother Meng seemed to have seen the scene where he was suffering from illness and died tragically. He also seemed to have seen himself being shot to death by Guo Jing with his bow, being killed by a man holding a long sword, and being killed by a one-armed man.
The many scenes of tragic death caused by stoning made people feel extremely frightened.
Looking at Lin Qingxuan, Brother Meng regarded him as a life-saving straw. The living Buddha Tianzun who saved himself 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 came down to earth this time on the order of the Emperor of Heaven. He was going to rain down thunder and fire to kill you, but after my urging, I just pinched my fingers and counted.
Knowing that you are entangled in karma and have to die outside Chang'an City, either killed by Yang Ming or in the hands of Guo Jing, I am grateful to your grandfather and remember that you are my disciple after all, so I came to earth to save you. If you
By obeying orders, not only can we avoid this disaster, but we can also prolong our lives in the future, and Mongolia's national destiny can be prosperous and lasting."
Lin Qingxuan just used a little trick to let Brother Meng see Yang Guo. The many possibilities of Yang Ming and Guo Jing killing him outside Chang'an City, and the scene of him collapsing due to illness due to karma, scared Brother Meng to death.
, also convinced, bowed again and said: "Please give me your advice, grandpa, grandson, I will obey everything."
Lin Qingxuan muttered: "The Great Song Dynasty set the Central Plains and revitalized China. It was destiny. When your grandfather went to the west, he was only one step away from winning the fruit of life and immortality. The destiny of Mongolia is not in the Central Plains, but in the Western Regions. You
Stop the war quickly and make peace, and then move the capital to the Western Regions. Mongolia will naturally be able to consolidate its power forever. After forming an alliance with the Song Dynasty, they can also help each other. If you transfer your troops to the Western Regions, you can also conquer Europe in one fell swoop, land on the island of Great Britain, and grab the fruit of life.
, when the time comes, not only will you be able to return to your youth and prolong your life, but Great Mongolia will also gain the dragon vein of the Western Region. From then on, the two dragons of the Eastern Land and the Western Region will compete for glory, and Yin and Yang will complement each other. This is the way of heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven will also bless you and yours.
Descendants..."
When it comes to cheating, Lin Qingxuan is very professional. Not to mention that his martial arts and Taoism are unrivaled in the world. With the soul-stirring technique, he is able to combine truth and falsehood, and he is invincible.
Nowadays, his identity is not trivial. The living god has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. In addition, Taishi's magical power of creation has made his spiritual thoughts far better than before. This rhetoric is blessed by magical power and no one believes it.
Although a set of rhetoric is all made up by Lin Qingxuan, no matter how smart a person is, he will not be cautious enough when it comes to what he wants, not to mention Lin Qingxuan's identity is already deeply believed.
So when Lin Qingxuan finished explaining his story about deceiving Brother Meng to move westward, Brother Meng happily agreed.
However, after he agreed, his expression changed and he coughed hesitantly, and said in a low voice: "I don't have any objection to Grandpa Grandpa's arrangement. If the country can be consolidated forever, it can be blessed by the Emperor of Heaven, whether it is an armistice, peace negotiation or relocation.
There is nothing wrong with the Western Regions, and the fruit of life that is easily available is in the Western Regions. I am already over fifty years old, so I must go to the Western Regions to find it.
It's just that although I am the Great Khan of Mongolia, I don't have the prestige of my grandfather's ability to stick to his word. I can still make the decision to negotiate peace with the Song Dynasty, but moving westward may not be able to get the princes to agree, and the Khuritai Conference needs to be held.
This can only be implemented after discussing with the kings' guild alliance.
These princes are all looking forward to going south to occupy some land and grab some slaves. I am forcing them to move west, but I am afraid no one will obey..."
Lin Qingxuan smiled and said nothing, looked at the crowd of Mongolian soldiers around him, and asked: "Meng Geer, these Mongolian elites can't all be from your own tribe, right? There are also tribal people who are the descendants of other princes, right?"
Brother Meng nodded and said: "Yes, grandpa Shizu. There are 20,000 elites from our Onan River headquarters, and 30,000 elites from Qinglu Company and other places, and the rest are warriors from various ministries."
Lin Qingxuan smiled faintly, 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 my magic to attract the heavenly fire and thunder to kill these 100,000 Mongolian army, what do you think of us?
, can the extremely powerful Mongolia still exist?"
"this……"
Brother Meng was so frightened that he turned pale when he heard this. He had seen with his own eyes the Qingxuan True Monarch soaring into the clouds and mist, calling for wind and rain to extinguish the flames on the high platform. If the old man really cast a spell to bring down the thunder and fire, no matter whether the Mongolian soldiers could die or not, it would be difficult for him to be so close.
Escape day.
With fear in his heart, Brother Meng would kneel down and beg for mercy.
Lin Qingxuan suddenly smiled softly, twirled his beard and said: "I was just making a joke, don't take it seriously. You just need to take my words to those princes.
What Pindao means is: Anyone who disagrees with the armistice and westward migration wants to drag Mongolia to die for their personal ambitions. Even Genghis Khan Temujin cannot agree. If any tribe disobeys, Pindao will punish it on behalf of God.
Thunder and fire from the sky will destroy his tribe. Not only will his family, the Khan King, die, but no one in the tribe, including cattle and sheep, will be left!
This is not a cruel act, but a destiny of destiny. Anyone who dares to disobey destiny will certainly die!"
The second half of Lin Qingxuan's words had been transmitted thousands of miles away, and everyone within ten miles could hear it clearly.
Although Lin Qingxuan's words were calm and gentle, the calmer they were, the more convinced people were that he was an immortal descended to earth. All the Mongolian soldiers had accepted the decision to move westward, and secretly believed in their hearts that no matter what King Khan said,
Even if he ran away, he would go to the Western Regions. He couldn't risk his life competing with the gods' thunder.
So as soon as Lin Qingxuan finished speaking, countless Mongolian soldiers knelt down and kowtowed, shouting words of promise.
Lin Qingxuan looked at Brother Meng and others and although he was convinced, he was worried that they would change if they returned to Yanjing, so he decided to show off his magical power and establish his power.
Looking to the east, there is a tall and continuous mountain top about two miles away, and I know it is Hongqing Mountain. The highest point is about more than 100 feet. It is covered with green trees and has beautiful scenery. It is a good place to scare the heroes.
Lin Qingxuan immediately stamped his right foot and jumped into the air. When he flew ten feet high, clouds and mist rose up under his feet, as if he was being lifted up again. Lin Qingxuan then rode the clouds and mist to fly hundreds of feet high into the sky, suspended in front of Hongqing Mountain.
The higher you fly, the stronger the wind in the sky becomes. Lin Qingxuan has the magical power to control the wind. Instead, he no longer has to wave his sleeves and palms to create wind to fly in the wind. He only needs to control the direction and speed with a little movement.
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When he got close to Hongqing Mountain, Lin Qingxuan said in a loud voice: "If I tell you and others, the nobles of the desert will not be convinced because they have not seen the true immortal magic after returning home. Even if you say it, I am afraid those princes may not be convinced. I
Let all Mongolian warriors see what kind of thunder and fire will befall those who disobey the destiny and obey the laws of heaven!"
Lin Qingxuan's words were like thunder from the sky, shaking the 100,000 Mongolian army and 78,000 to 80,000 Song soldiers. The martial arts disciples in the Central Plains had their eardrums stinging and their heads roaring.
Guo Jing, Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng, Jinlun Dharma King, Huang Yaoshi and other great masters were all horrified. They felt that Lin Qingxuan was flying in the air a few miles away. Just his words could make his mind move slightly. If
Within ten feet, I was afraid that I would be shaken and internally injured. With such a magical skill, even if I and others joined forces, they would definitely not be the enemy of Qingxuan Zhenjun.
Lin Qingxuan didn't know that his casual words had already shocked the only remaining great master of the Discipline Inspection Commission in the world. He used his ten powers to wave the dust in his hand with the secret technique of the fifth level of mind.
Hot wind roared in the air, and then a fire dragon three feet thick and three feet long fell from the sky and crashed into the top of Hongqing Mountain.
This fire dragon is naturally terrifying if seen up close, but in the eyes of hundreds of thousands of Mongolian soldiers, tens of thousands of Ming and Song Dynasty soldiers, and people in the martial arts world, it is clear that Xuan Zhenjun finished his words, and then the sky
A fiery red crack appeared, like a sharp arrow or thunder shooting 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 rolled them down the mountain.
The dust was raised along with the flames that covered the sky and the sun. The explosion was louder than the thunder. It immediately scared the tens of thousands of Mongolian troops at the foot of the mountain to tremble. Many Buddhists and timid people were even frightened to the point of bowing their heads and crying bitterly.