Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 125: Disturbance inside and outside the Secret Realm (3000)

boom!
The big cauldron fell and a raging fire burned.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand and waved it gently.

A disk flew out and disappeared into the earth. Rays of light rose up, covering the two women and blocking all sight.

Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a scripture from his arms and began to read it.

Everyone stood there, thinking about what the young man had just said.

The meaning is very simple. The casting of the magic weapon failed. Except for the Biluo and Qianfa lineages, everyone has to wait here.

Don’t even think about any opportunity.

Unless, he could defeat that person, but when he saw the blood all over the ground, this idea was immediately wiped out.

Unrivaled!

In the same realm, unless the true disciple of Yixing Dao lineage comes in person, don’t even think about it.

The faces of the few people from the Beast Taming Sect who retreated into the crowd were extremely ugly.

Lu Qingyuan held the listless golden monkey in his arms, took out various pills from his arms and fed it.

After the demon pet's injuries stabilized a little, he raised his head to look at the disciple who pointed out the truth with a firm expression.

"Junior Brother, you have sold out Junior Brother He and cut short his path to immortality."

"Senior Brother Lu, can't you see what that person means?"

"If Junior Brother He doesn't die, we will all die."

"He brought us to this point. Why should he let us be buried with him?"

The disciple sneered, left the team and walked towards the jungle behind.

He was not planning to participate in this trip to Yulong City.

At this moment, there was only one thin disciple left, standing beside Lu Qingyuan with a bitter look on his face.

"Brother, I am not as strong as you, so this is the only way. Please don't blame Junior Brother Lu."

"Ugh!"

Lu Qingyuan sighed softly and said no more.

He knew very well that his previous explanation was perfunctory, but Junior Brother He was only trading a few bottles of animal attractant liquid and had no idea that it would be used on the hill.

Junior Brother He, there is nothing wrong!
For a moment, the two fell into silence, looking at the figure wearing a blood-stained robe sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Some of the disciples left one after another because the fight just now was too brutal.

Monks died in large numbers, and the secret realm was only a few months away from closing. It was not worth risking so much.

It doesn't matter if there is no opportunity.

Biqi looked at the shrinking crowd, then turned her gaze to the two blurry figures under the formation.

She clenched her jade palms tightly and asked the armored woman beside her in a low voice:
"Senior Sister, do you know the two disciples following behind Senior Brother?"

The woman in armor looked at her junior sister helplessly, obviously understanding what she was thinking, and her face under the armor was serious.

"Junior sister, some people are like true dragons destined to soar into the sky, while we are just swallows in the sky. Our chance encounter will never lead us on this journey together."

"Because we can't keep up with them."

"Sister!!"

Pinkie Pie looked dissatisfied.

She is also a genius. She has already reached the fourth level of Qi training and has a powerful father behind her.

And I may not have that idea.

Zhang Yuanzhu didn't care what everyone was thinking.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, reading scriptures, practicing sword techniques, or even practicing martial arts.

Occasionally, Biluo and Qianfayimai would come forward to talk and discuss their respective cultivation experiences.

This continued for the next few days.

When the disciples saw that Zhang Yuanzhu did not take action, they did not leave, but waited around the city.

As time went by, more and more people arrived.

After hearing about the massacre that night, everyone consciously stayed away from the city gate and did not dare to disturb the casting.

Even block any factors that want to disrupt.

Outside the secret realm.

Under the Beast Taming Dao.

The elders of the Cangwu and Chuyun clans looked grim, and they didn't even have the mood to discuss scriptures or doctrines.

The soul jades left behind by the disciples were shattered one after another, and it was obvious that they had encountered a powerful enemy.

As for the Paper Man Daomai Elder, he stared at Elder Huo with a cold expression.

Unlike the Dharma lineage, the disciples of the Paper Man Taoist lineage have the means to transmit the scenes before death to the Soul Jade.

He naturally knew some of the things that happened in the secret realm.

"The Zhuoyang lineage cultivated a good disciple, but they killed their fellow disciples like slaughtering chickens."

Old Huo frowned and looked at the old man under the black fog. He stretched out his hand and a red flying sword appeared in his palm.

A violent aura like the sun rose up.

The rolling air waves, mixed with red flames, swept across the vast wilderness.

The sound of swords and shouts echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

"Ever since arriving here, you've been acting strangely. First, you asked about Painted Skin Peak, and now you're speaking nonsense. Are you trying to bully me, my lineage, into believing there's no one there?"

"You dare to fight me, that's fine."

A cold laugh echoed among the crowd.

The old figure gradually disappeared, and paper figures swayed in the black fog.

At this moment, the powerful people from various Dharma lineages finally reacted and immediately stepped forward to persuade them.

"This place is the common area of ​​Xianbing Valley. Don't forget that Taoist weapon."

"We are all powerful foundation builders, why should we damage our relationship over some juniors?"

"Both of you stop fighting. This place is under the control of my Beast Taming Sect. Fighting is prohibited."

With the persuasion, the solemn atmosphere disappeared.

In the end, Old Huo and the old man from the Paper Man Dao lineage did not fight.

In any case, the Taoist weapon forged by the seven major Taoist sects is hanging high in the sky.

Once the established rules are violated, the weapon will be cut off.

Even those who have established their foundation cannot escape death.

The old man with the paper figure Daomai was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, his figure shrouded in a faint black mist.

He glanced at the many powerful men, his eyes crimson with murderous intent:
"Nine of us from my Paper Man lineage entered the secret realm, and now eight are dead, and the one who took action is still..."

"If you can bring out the grudges in the secret realm, then why would you enter the secret realm in the future?"

Old Huo narrowed his eyes and interrupted the old man's words.

Then he cast his gaze on the young man in white who practiced the Beast Taming Sect, and gently stroked the flying sword with his hand.

"Am I wrong in what I said?"

"Of course you are right. The grudges in the secret realm must not be brought out." The young man chuckled and looked at the old man with the paper man's veins.

"Exalted Excellency, do you intend to break the rules that have been in place since the founding of the Immortal Weapon Valley?"

The laughter was low, but there was no smile in the eyes of the young man in white.

Just watching quietly at the old man under the black fog.

After a moment, a hoarse voice slowly emerged from the black fog.

"The sect's rules and the Paper Man's Dao lineage will naturally not be violated."

In the secret realm.

Time flies and it is already forty days later.

In front of the gate of Yulong City, within the formation.

Three figures stood side by side. Qin Li looked at the constantly shaking bronze tripod, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

This time the dark gold long sword was recast smoothly.

"Sir, the magical weapon is about to be unearthed."

As the words fell, Qin Li raised his hands and cast a series of spells.

Lines appeared on the wall of the tripod.

Then, he raised his hands.

Bang!
The lid of the tripod flipped, and a beam of mysterious light rushed straight towards Douniu. At the moment when it was about to break the formation, it was stopped!

A slender figure stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and grasped the magic weapon.

In an instant, the mysterious light dissipated.

The sound of swords resounded throughout every corner of the formation.

Zhang Yuanzhu retracted his arm and placed the magic weapon in his hand in front of his eyes.

The hilt is dark black with some bumps, like scales, thick and mysterious.

The blade is mostly snow-white, with blood-red lines spreading towards the tip.

Qin Li looked at the long sword with surprise in her eyes. This sword exceeded her expectations.
He stretched out his hand, pointing at the long knife.

"The hilt is dark black, forged from dragon scales, strange stones, and dragon bones."

"The blade is snow-white with blood-red patterns. It's forged from half a dragon's horn, dragon blood, and blood-red stone."

"The most important thing is that these spiritual objects have largely merged into one, without much conflict."

Qin Li withdrew her hand and spoke word by word:
"Unfortunately, my realm is too low and I can only achieve this step."

"One day, if you can find someone who is proficient in refining weapons, it may be possible to make this sword more advanced."

"One step closer?"

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his free hand, gently stroked the blade, and felt its sharpness.

Bend your knuckles slightly and tap gently.

Dang~
The sound of metal colliding.

The mighty sword energy transformed into a dragon, roaring towards the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised the corners of his mouth slightly with pleasure.

You should know that the strike just now did not involve any magical power, it was entirely the power of the long sword itself.

"A mid-grade magical weapon is already sufficient. As for further advancement to a high-grade magical weapon, it would be a burden to me."

The boy was frank.

The magic power in the dantian surged and flowed towards the long sword to be refined.

While refining, he spoke:
"This sword is forged by you, and you name it."

Qin Li frowned slightly, thinking about the name of the knife.

When the long sword was about to be refined, he slowly responded:
"The black with red is the Xuan, and it is made from the remains of a dragon."

"How about the name Black Dragon Blade?"

hum~
The long sword trembled, and the refining was completely successful.

Zhang Yuanzhu held the knife in one hand and observed it carefully.

Bang!

The long sword returns to its sheath.

"The name of the sword is Xuanlong, not bad!"

Then, let your arms hang naturally and take a step forward.

A sincere voice came from behind.

"In Yulong City, no matter where you want to go, I will protect you."

Click!

The defensive formation was broken, and the city gate appeared before everyone.

At this moment, all the disciples outside Yulong City looked at the figure standing with a sword, and the large bronze tripod placed casually on the side.

"The magic weapon was successfully cast."

"Haha, great!"

"It's that knife. Even from such a distance, I can still feel its sharp edge."

All the disciples had smiles on their faces, and they were even happier than when their own magic weapons were finished.

Even Lu Qingyuan, who was standing in front of the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief.

You can enter Yulong City now!

The weapon maker that person found was quite reliable.

Thoughts, have already stepped forward and shouted loudly:

"Brother Dao, the formation covering the city gate will be at its weakest in twenty days."

"I believe that under the leadership of Brother Dao, we can join forces to attack and enter the city and gain the opportunity."

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at Lu Qingyuan, stretched out his hand, and a red-gold light attached to his five fingers.

He pressed towards the city gate and sensed the changes in the formation.

As time passed, he could clearly feel the array pattern weakening slightly.

Zhang Yuanzhu half-closed his pupils and suddenly exerted force with his palms.

boom! boom! boom!
Continuous roars came from the point where the palm touched the array pattern.

A rolling air wave was generated, sweeping in all directions and blowing up dust all over the ground.

There were ripples on the array pattern, and then there was no movement.

The boy raised his palm.

Turn around!

Facing the many disciples, he spoke word by word:
"Ten days later, we will work together to break open this door."

"Yu Shou will go first, followed by Bi Luo and Qian Fa, and then Yi Xing."

(End of this chapter)