Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 140 Alas! Senior, you won’t lie after all!

The Hell of Fire is located in the mountain behind the main mountain range of Zhuoyang.

This place has been eroded by fire poison all year round, its spiritual energy is turbid and the air is highly toxic.

Even a cultivator cannot live here forever, so forget about practicing here.

call!call!call!
Inside the sealed cell, dark red flames rose from the ground, and the entire space was filled with the smell of sulfur.

A one-armed young man sat cross-legged on the ground, ignoring the flames around him.

His black hair was disheveled and draped behind him, and his blood-red pupils looked outside the barrier, with hope and resentment intertwined in his eyes.

'Almost there! Almost there!'

'I'm going to be out in the last month.'

"When the time comes, we'll have a good time to settle some accounts."

Jin Zhan whispered in his heart.

Resentment and hatred boiled in his chest, and he was determined to kill that person, no matter what it took.

Once upon a time, he had the hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage, but now his body was damaged and corroded by fire poison.

Not to mention building a foundation, his original realm fell again and again, and he was completely ruined.

tower! tower! tower!
It sounded like the beating of war drums, coming from far away.

A depressing atmosphere began to spread in the space, and a slender figure came over with a knife.

Jin Zhan looked at the figure in surprise.

In an instant, the body suddenly stood up and uttered word by word:
"Zhang Yuanzhu!"

His eyes were bloodshot and filled with murderous intent.

Over the past three years, I have repeated this name thousands of times, and every time I say it, the murderous intent and regret in my heart become more intense.

He regretted not killing the other person the moment he entered the Burning Sun Vein.

"Junior brother, wait until I get out, and we must have a good discussion."

Jin Zhan gritted his teeth, clenched his remaining hand, and drops of blood dripped down his fingers.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the young man in the cell with calm eyes.

“What a mess!”

One sentence seemed to have touched a sore spot.

"Embarrassed?"

"Isn't this your fault? Just because of a jade key, so many hardworking and meritorious disciples died."

"How many disciples have had their paths cut short, their loved ones reduced to roadside debris."

Jin Zhan roared and screamed, and the corners of his eyes burst.

The blood flowed down like a tear trough, making his face look even more hideous.

Zhang Yuanzhu just looked at the young man calmly.

It was just the wailing of a loser, he didn't care at all.

Bang!

The Xuanlong Sword was unsheathed and chopped down straight away.

The knife light is dazzling and bright.

In an instant, the seal was broken and the prison door opened.

Bang!

The long knife is sheathed.

Zhang Yuanzhu's pupils were deep and dark, and his hand loosened the handle of the knife, letting it fall naturally.

"Jin Zhan, a disciple of the Zhuoyang lineage, has betrayed his orthodoxy and colluded with the demonic sect. He is sentenced to death immediately!"

"Executor, Zhang Yuanzhu!"

Jin Zhan stared blankly at the open cell, listening to his own execution.

"what!"

"Hahaha!"

"You can kill me with just you, a person who has practiced for three years."

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped forward and entered the cell step by step.

With every step taken, the aura rises.

He took seven steps in succession, his momentum like a huge mountain, pushing forward, wanting to crush everything into pieces.

“Time can change a lot.”

"The vast seas dried up, the mountains collapsed, and the reversal of strength and weakness is nothing."

The low voice, mixed with a heavy breath, poured down.

At this moment, Jin Zhan also reacted and sensed the surging fluctuations of magic power with an expression of disbelief.

"Sixth level of Qi Refining."

Three years to reach the sixth level of Qi Refining.

At this moment, Jin Zhan seemed to understand his situation.

The ferocious face turned calm as it looked at the approaching boy.

"To appease a genius like you, a useless person like me can indeed be sacrificed, but..."

Boom!

The entire cell was shaking, a dark red sun emerged from the earth, and the temperature around it rose sharply.

The red soil turned into glass, and the cave walls began to spontaneously combust, melting and then dripping.

"They shouldn't have let you come alone."

In a cold voice.

The dark red sun crashed forward.

Extremely violent!

Zhang Yuanzhu grinned, raised his arms, spread his five fingers, and changed six times in less than a breath.

Every transformation is the pinnacle of magic and the ultimate application of a magic pattern.

Rainfall, explosions, dragon roars, elephants roar... one sound after another rang out between the fists.

An ancient fist print that resembles a lotus and fire is formed.

"Come on, take the punch!"

The boy laughed, stepped forward, and punched out.

The light of his fist is unmatched, and the sharpness of his fist is peerless.

A red lotus blossomed, piercing through the sun, its brilliant light engulfing everything.

A deafening roar then sounded, causing the cell to shake violently.

Countless bans melted and dissipated like ice and snow.

After an unknown amount of time, the fist light dissipated.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one figure standing on the earth.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with his fists clenched, looking at the young man who collapsed on the ground.

The opponent's only remaining left arm had disappeared, a big hole was torn in his chest, and his eyes were full of powerlessness.

The bright red blood dyed the earth red.

Jin Zhan fell in a pool of blood, savoring the punch just now.

"Cough...cough..."

"Good spell, good punch, I won't die..."

Snapped!
Zhang Yuanzhu stepped down, and the huge head exploded like a fruit.

Blood mixed with bones splattered everywhere.

"So much nonsense."

He reached out his hand and smoothed out the wrinkles on the hem of his clothes.

Turn around and walk out of the Hellfire.

If a disabled person who fell from the ninth level of Qi Refining to the eighth level cannot be killed with one punch, what is the point of practicing Taoism and seeking the truth?

……

After Zhang Yuanzhu left the Hellfire.

One by one, the disciples walked out of the passage and looked at the devastated ground.

Everyone's face was filled with horror.

They had never seen such fist light and magic before.

"The seventh person in the Immortal Weapon Valley in thousands of years is indeed extraordinary."

"Jin Zhan's death was not unjust."

"Even a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining who is in good condition might not be able to take this punch. It would be strange if a disabled one survived."

The disciples discussed it, their voices filled with admiration.

Then they began to clean up the debris after the fight. One of the young men with an ordinary face carefully sorted out the traces on the ground and recalled the fight just now.

"It seems we need to make contact. It's such a pity for such a genius to perish here!"

The young man whispered in his heart.

……

sunset.

Zhang Yuanzhu left the back mountain and headed towards the top of the mountain.

The enemy is dead.

His mood also became much better.

Suddenly, he paused and frowned slightly.

He took out a sound transmission stone from his arms, and the jade stone was shining.

A voice came into my ears.

"Yuanzhu, come to the palace quickly."

"Old Huo?"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured.

He changed his steps and headed towards the palace complex.

The palace is solemn, luxurious and majestic, symbolizing the glory of the entire Dharma lineage.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow on the young man and the palace!
Crunch!

Pushing open the door, Zhang Yuanzhu stepped into the hall.

At this moment, the hall was empty. Except for the foreigner Huo who was sitting in front of the high platform, no one else was there.

"Yuanzhu, you're here."

"His cultivation has reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, and his talent far surpasses that of previous sages."

Old Huo had a kind expression on his face, his arms resting flat on his knees.

Zhang Yuanzhu placed one hand on the hilt of the knife, his eyes gentle.

"The trip to the secret realm yielded a lot of resources, which led to this breakthrough."

He paused and glanced around.

"Senior, I wonder what is the matter that I was summoned here?"

"Besides the Dharma lineage, there is something that needs a disciple to complete. After much thought, you, Yuanzhu, are the most suitable."

“I wonder if I can go there.”

Huo Lao stroked the floor with his palm and explained the reason.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, wondering why he had to go there himself.

Without waiting for questions, Mr. Huo explained.

"A secret treasure that is very important to the Dharma lineage was lost and has reappeared recently."

"That secret treasure is too special. Only after obtaining approval can you take it away. Therefore, you need to go there in person."

Zhang Yuanzhu's brows relaxed, his eyes became deeper as he looked at Old Huo.

After a moment, he chuckled.

"Senior, you are not good at lying."

"How can a secret treasure be worth my personal visit?"

This is not self-praise. His identity is too important to the Dharma lineage. It cannot be compared with a secret treasure that has been lost for who knows how many years.

Huo Lao was silent, and spoke to himself:
"The teleportation array pattern prepared by the Dharma Vein will allow you to leave the Immortal Weapon Valley directly, and then go look for the secret treasure."

"Come back after you get the secret treasure."

“It has become so serious.”

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned.

This is basically forcing oneself to escape for refuge, and the entire Dharma lineage is unable to protect oneself.

"Whoo~"

Old Huo no longer concealed his feelings at this moment, and a hint of bitterness appeared on his face.

The fiery red hair looked dull and lifeless.

"Four months ago, I went to the Qianfa Lineage, but was kicked out before I even entered."

"Gong Li went to the Yixing Dao Vein, and the same thing happened. He was summoned back before he could even reach the Divine Mountain."

"As for the Mountain Master..."

Old Huo's cloudy eyes revealed sadness.

"Zi Jing went to the Tairi Daomai and has not returned until today."

"Its soul fire has been growing weaker since a month ago and is about to go out."

Zhang Yuanzhu clasped the hilt of the knife with his five fingers, and his pupils became cold and fierce.

How could they do this? How dare they do this?

Old Huo suppressed the sadness on his face and became serious.

"Ten days ago, an elder was killed by a demonic cultivator on the edge of his Dharma vein while he was out on patrol."

"Ten days ago, Elder Gong wanted to seek help again, but before he could leave his lineage, he was surrounded and attacked by Painted Skin Peak. He almost died, but luckily escaped."

"I don't know what plans or arrangements the various Daoist sects have, nor do I know how many people in the Burning Sun Sect will have to die, how many powerful people will fall, before this disaster ends."

"But I know, Zhang Yuanzhu, you must survive."

As he listened to every word, Zhang Yuanzhu's heart grew colder.

Obviously, in this unknown game, the Zhuoyang Dharma Lineage became the victim.

All kinds of thoughts came to my mind.

"Ah!"

Finally it turned into a sneer.

The young man stretched out his hand, with a dragon skin as the base, and the talisman carved by the True Lord appeared in his palm.

"Master Huo, with this talisman in hand, it may be possible to resolve the crisis in the Dharma lineage."

Without any hesitation, he handed over the black talisman.

The moment Old Huo touched the talisman, he was shocked and stared at it intently.

After a moment, the old man's voice cracked and he looked up at the young man.

"Do you know how precious the talisman engraved by the Golden Core True Lord is? Just hand it to me like this."

Zhang Yuanzhu slightly bent his five fingers and tapped the hilt of the sword, causing a series of sword sounds.

"I don't want to know. It doesn't make any sense."

"Can a single blow from the Golden Core resolve this calamity and rescue the Mountain Master?"

(End of this chapter)