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Chapter 157: Hundreds of Years of Planning, Just for Today (4000)

Listening to the young man's words, all the monks' expressions changed drastically.

A teleportation array, or a teleportation array in a specified direction.

At this moment, many monks no longer hesitated and took action directly.

boom! boom! Boom~
Fire, demonic energy, poison... all kinds of spells bloomed and turned into a torrent that washed over all directions.

Beams of light broke one after another, and the formation patterns spread throughout the venue were shaking and twisting rapidly.

Zhang Yuanzhu calmed down and felt calm. This formation was too perfect and could not be broken in such a short time.

Suddenly, the young man stopped attacking, stretched out his hand, spread out his five fingers, and a jade platform appeared in his palm.

The formation platform that can be used to teleport freely within a radius of ten miles is one of his trump cards that he built himself.

Without hesitation, magic power began to flow in rapidly.

The jade platform trembled slightly, emitting a dazzling light, and runes emerged, covering the entire body.

The light twisted, the runes spun at a rapid speed, but the slender figure could not leave.

The surrounding space is too chaotic and it is impossible to leave.

The situation became increasingly critical, but the corners of Zhang Yuanzhu's mouth underneath the mask rose with a touch of indifference.

Flip your palm!
The jade platform disappeared, and a square array disk emerged and was quickly thrown into the corner of the venue.

Lines emerged along the array plate, interweaving and entwining with the lines on the floor.

Since it is impossible to prevent the formation from being activated, then change its transmission target.

Even if only a very small part is changed, it will be enough to give him more time to deal with it.

The formation is activated, the tenth breath!
All the light pillars on the earth have risen. Even if the foundation is built and repaired, it will be futile to attack again and again.

The formation is activated, the fifteenth breath!
The entire venue was shaking, reflected by the glory of the formation.

The formation is activated, the twentieth breath!
The venue was magnificent, dazzling and brilliant.

One figure after another disappeared in the venue, and Zhang Yuanzhu had already set up the last formation.

"change!"

The young man made hand seals and shouted.

All the array plates that had been set up exploded in an instant and turned into powder.

His figure disappeared in the light.

Outside the auction, the hunched figure and the usually calm eyes changed for the first time.

"Damn it!"

The formation in front of him suddenly expanded and enveloped him.

After an unknown amount of time, the array pattern disappeared and the light dissipated.

There was no more movement in the dark attic.

……

Black Corner Square, a thousand miles away.

Light emerged, and figures fell like dumplings.

Many monks stopped in mid-air and looked around.

Mountains, rivers, and jungles came into view, but there was no one else except those of them who had come through the formation.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in mid-air with his feet on the Xuanlong long sword.

Sensing the situation in front of him, he knew that the formation was working.

A thought.

The blade light suddenly increased, turned into a rainbow light, and flew away at a high speed.

Zhang Yuanzhu's actions made many monks react.

At this moment, instead of fleeing, they looked at the monk who auctioned the items with different eyes.

A depressing atmosphere spread among the crowd.

boom!
A great foundation-building cultivator took the first step.

As he waved his sleeves, a large amount of green mist surged out and poured down.

The flesh and blood of large numbers of monks melted and turned into bones, and storage bags automatically flew into the robes of the foundation-building monks.

"Old Kudu, you are crazy. You are killing each other without knowing the situation."

Some monks roared to the sky and used all kinds of methods, but they turned into white bones.

There is a huge gap between foundation building and Qi refining.

Zhang Yuanzhu listened to the howling coming from behind with a cold expression.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Suddenly, he slowed down slightly.

A hunched figure wrapped in a black robe stood in front of him.

Foundation-building monk!

"Youngster, go back, don't..."

Stab it!

The talisman on the chest burst out directly without any hesitation.

A sword light appeared between heaven and earth, as bright and dazzling as the sun.

Scattering endless light and heat.

It is also mixed with the unique brutality of the sun, which destroys all things in the world.

Large tracts of forest began to spontaneously combust, and raging flames rose up.

Zhang Yuanzhu's face was cold, he stretched out his hand, and clasped his five fingers together.

Suddenly, chop down!
cut!
The red sword light pressed down like a pillar of heaven collapsing, killing towards the front.

In an instant, the hunched figure's exposed eyes were no longer calm.

"Foundation Building Talisman!"

"Junior, who are you?"

The hunched figure howled, and layers of gray fog formed, pushing forward like dark clouds.

At the same time, a bronze shield flew out from his arms, growing larger and larger, turning into a bronze mountain, standing above his head.

Zhang Yuanzhu did not respond, but his sword light became increasingly violent and filled with an extremely determined killing intent.

The red sword light and the gray fog collided instantly.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

In an instant, the gray fog dissipated, and the sword light slashed on the bronze shield.

Rumble!
With a deafening roar, the shield was broken directly.

It turned into fragments all over the sky, and the sword light passed through the fragments and slashed towards the hunched figure.

"what!"

The foundation-building monk tried his best to swing his body to avoid the attack.

But, it's too slow!

In other words, how could an ordinary foundation-building cultivator block the full-strength sword left by Old Huo?

Bang!
The hunched figure instantly turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.

The sword's power remained undiminished as it slashed directly into the earth.

Rumble!
Amidst the violent roar, a crack with no end in sight appeared on the ground.

The crack was long and narrow, with broken walls on both sides that had turned into lava.

After this attack, even the monks who were fighting turned their eyes to it, their expressions revealing horror.

Among them, there was actually a cultivator who had hidden such a trump card.

"It's a disciple of Wuliang Palace!"

A monk murmured to himself.

Upon hearing this, everyone understood. If it was a disciple of Wuliang Palace, everything would make sense.

However, four young men and women in the crowd, dressed in ancient Taoist robes, had a hint of doubt in their eyes.

This kind of offensive method doesn't seem to be given by the elders in the sect.

No matter what people imagine.

Zhang Yuanzhu controlled the magic weapon, turned into a rainbow light, and rushed away into the distance.

Less than a kilometer into the flight, a whisper sounded beside my ear.

"My dear friend, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

As the words fell, figures holding battle flags appeared at the end of the sky and the earth.

Pillars of light rose up, covering the four directions and all living things.

Wow! Wow!
Like the sound of flowing water, curtains of light fell, blocking all exits.

It all happened so fast, in a flash.

A figure wearing a green Taoist robe walked over from a distance, with a powerful aura surging like a wave.

He is only seven feet tall, yet he fills the heaven and earth.

Like the collapse of mountains and rivers, like the drying up of the vast ocean.

It's terrifying to the extreme.

"Master of Black Horn Square, you are the one behind all this." The poisonous old man stopped killing and looked at the Taoist priest in green robe with a sinister look in his eyes.

And Old Shan, who had never spoken since arriving here, also had a murderous look on his face, as if he understood something.

Shan Lao rubbed his palms together and gnashed his teeth:

"What a plan, what a plan!"

"Among the experts in Black Horn Square, I'm afraid you are the only one who can leave a grand formation at the auction venue."

"But how can you satisfy us, Chen Guang!" The green-robed Taoist stood outside the formation, glanced at the group of cultivators, and paused for a moment on Zhang Yuanzhu.

A slightly emotional response:

"Brother Shan Dao, why should I go beyond you to set up the formation?"

"It is your Qingyun Chamber of Commerce that has been built on the great formation from the beginning to the end!"

Old Shan's eyes showed horror, and even with his mindset as a foundation-building cultivator, he couldn't help but retreat.

He stretched out his hand, pointed at the Taoist in green robe, opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.

It took several breaths to overcome the shock in my heart.

"How is that possible? This auction has already been established for a hundred years."

"It's been established for one hundred and sixty years!"

"Sixteenth time, an auction is being held."

Chen Guang chuckled, his face showing vicissitudes of life.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes also became serious, and he whispered in his heart:

"A plan spanning one hundred and sixty years?"

"There are many heroes in the world!"

While thinking, he landed on the ground, his five fingers tightly clasping the hilt of the knife.

Xuantai was already flashing in his arms, confirming that the space was normal and he could leave at any time.

However, he had to wait for a suitable opportunity, otherwise he would be caught soon after teleporting ten miles.

The Taoist in green robe moved forward step by step, and with every step he took, his aura would increase.

After taking nine steps in a row and emitting aura, he has reached the limit of the foundation-building level.

Chen Guang's eyes were firm and serious as he spoke word by word:
"One hundred and sixty plots and calculations, all for the sake of condensing the evil spirit and surviving today."

"I come here to harvest the sweetest fruits."

tower!
The Taoist stopped, clenched his hands, and growled:

"Refining!"

The cultivators scattered around the formation, their magic powers surged, and all poured into the formation flags.

“Refine!” “Refine!” “Refine!”

Long whistles echoed throughout the heavens and the earth, blending in with the Taoist's voice.

The entire formation was shaking violently.

The earth vanished and turned into flames, and the rays of light twisted and deformed into furnaces of light;
The sky disappeared, and the array patterns entwined and turned into a furnace cover.

The earth is the furnace body, the sky is the cover, the formation is the fire, and the monks are the firewood.

This scene was so terrifying that it lit up the night.

One by one, the cultivators instantly turned into firewood and merged into the formation.

Within the formation, all the strong men dared not hide their strength and all displayed their strongest fighting power.

The seven foundation-building masters roared to the sky and used all kinds of methods, but they only caused a few ripples on the furnace wall.

This is a dead end.

"Seniors, you can't break this formation like this." A calm voice reached the ears of every cultivator.

A pair of almost crazy eyes were cast towards him.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked calm, and sky-blue halos emerged from his body, resisting the ubiquitous flames.

He looked serious and spoke directly:
"I am a formation master. If this formation is intact, we will all die. There will be no chance of reversal."

"However, the transmission to the auction venue shifted from its original location, causing the formation to be rearranged in such a hasty manner that there was a flaw."

The young man stood in the sea of fire, his five fingers tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, and glanced at the many monks.

He clearly sensed the desire for life in all the monks, and his mouth was grinning with wantonness.

"If you want to live, then listen to me."

All the cultivators fell into silence. The foundation-building cultivators looked at each other and finally nodded.

"Young man from Wuliang Palace, we cultivators are willing to follow your instructions."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded and gave the order directly.

"In the southeast, two foundation-building masters attacked three times!"

"In the northwest, a foundation-building cultivator attacked twice!"

"In the south, three foundation-building cultivators attacked four times!"

"Remember, every time you attack, you must give it your all, otherwise we will all die."

"Now, take action!"

The moment the words fell.

One figure after another attacked forward fiercely.

The momentum brought by the spells and magic weapons almost suppressed the raging flames.

As the attacks hit the designated locations, the light furnace formed by the formation began to vibrate for the first time.

A hint of joy appeared on the faces of all the monks.

"Young friend, shall we continue the attack?"

"As expected of a disciple of Wuliang Palace, a peerless genius."

"Under your command, we will definitely be able to break this formation."

Cheers echoed among the crowd.

Zhang Yuanzhu continued to give orders with a blank expression.

At this moment, no one raised any more questions.

No matter if they were Qi-cultivating cultivators or foundation-building cultivators, they attacked with all their might, and the vibrations of the light furnace became more and more violent.

Chen Guang looked at the vibrating light furnace with calm eyes.

This formation was set up too hastily. Has any flaw been found?
In addition, this formation is not a formation for trapping and killing, but a formation for refining medicine.

If this continues, we won't be able to hold out for long.

Chen Guang became calmer and more decisive.

He stretched out his hands and pressed them on the light furnace.

Strands of essence were transmitted into the five fingers, and a pill began to emerge.

boom! boom! Boom~
With each roar, cracks gradually appeared on the furnace body.

One after another, figures holding formation flags exploded, turning into blood mist and being absorbed by the light furnace.

A cup of tea!

A stick of incense!!
boom! Click!

There was a deafening roar and a sound of shattering.

The light furnace exploded.

The entire formation fell apart in an instant.

Inside the furnace, all the monks had joyful expressions on their faces, and someone shouted loudly:
"Run away!"

Rays of rainbow light rose up and fled in all directions.

"Thank you for your help, come and escape with me." The old man with ashes laughed and grabbed Zhang Yuanzhu.

The young man had no expression on his face. He just looked at the skinny old man indifferently, memorizing his appearance.

The jade platform in his arms shattered, and a wave of runes wrapped around his whole body. He disappeared before the poisonous old man could catch him.

"Space teleportation!" The old man withered and poisonous was surprised, without waiting for too much thought.

A terrifying aura is already pressing down.

The Taoist priest in green robe, holding an illusory pill in one hand, walked over and locked his aura on the seven foundation-building cultivators.

"We're just a little short of that. After killing seven of you, that should be enough."

The cold voice was filled with a resolute killing intent.

This is a battle of the road, and we must give it our all.

The seven foundation-building masters also realized this.

No begging for mercy, no running away, but gathering together and facing the approaching figure.

"You're trying to kill us while refining the elixir." Old Shan said with a cold expression.

"Break the pill and make more than a hundred years of planning go to waste."

The old man withered and poisonous eyes looked gloomy, and wisps of poisonous mist appeared around him and continued to expand.

The other foundation-building cultivators did not hesitate, stepped forward side by side, and attacked at the same time.

Rumble!
An indescribable roar and brilliance echoed and emerged on the earth.

Mountains and rivers collapsed, the earth was torn apart, and large tracts of trees turned to ashes.

Eight figures were fighting in mid-air.

Ten miles away.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his head and glanced at the Foundation Establishment cultivators fighting.

He restrained his breath, calmed his magic power, and headed towards the jungle at a very fast speed.

He was like a ghost in the darkness, running fast without any fluctuation of magical power.

A cup of tea!

A stick of incense!!
Half an hour!!!

The sounds of fighting faded away completely, and he arrived in front of the hill.

　There is one more chapter, released twelve years ago.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)