Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 215 Come, Come and Kill

Zhang Yuanzhu grabbed the pink storage bag, turned the bag upside down, and shook it gently.

Wow! Wow!
A large pile of items fell on the deck.

There were spirit stones, elixirs, and even dresses and gauze. The young man just glanced at them and paid no more attention to them. They were just miscellaneous items.

His eyes rested on a pink handkerchief.

He frowned slightly, but finally reached out his hand, picked up the handkerchief, and felt it carefully.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes showed a hint of understanding.

It is indeed a top-grade magic weapon.

Unfortunately, the appearance is too strange, so it can only be engraved with a weapon formation and used as a disposable consumable.

He flipped his palm and put the handkerchief away.

Then, he turned his gaze to several jade slips and ancient books among the miscellaneous items.

In a moment of thought.

Jade slips and ancient books fell into his palm.

"The Yin-Yang Rotational Method of Harmony" and "The Soul-Capturing and Desire-Growing Technique".
Ah!
"What kind of method is it that dares to use the words yin and yang?"

Zhang Yuanzhu sneered, probed his consciousness into it, and took a quick look.

As expected, they were all dual cultivation and evil techniques, which were not of much use to him, except that they could broaden his horizons.

Collect the jade slips, ancient books, and spirit stones on the ground.

The remaining debris was burned into dust by the flames.

Then, he turned his gaze to the old Taoist's storage bag and did the same thing.

A lot of debris was dumped out.

"what!"

"Qingchen fruit core."

Zhang Yuanzhu looked surprised and took out a green bead from the miscellaneous items and examined it carefully.

No mistake!

It was indeed similar to the green bead he got from Zishan City.

The young man's eyes flickered, and he guessed that there might be a Qingchen tree in the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce.

Although we don’t know the function of this spiritual tree, the fruit core alone is so extraordinary, the tree must be outstanding.

At worst, it is a top-grade spiritual wood.

He put down the Qingchen Pearl and continued to search among the miscellaneous items.

Apart from harvesting a lot of spirit stones, there was no other gain.

The old Taoist's magic weapon was shattered during the fight, so it would naturally not be in the storage bag.

After a search, Zhang Yuanzhu finished counting the spoils.

Finally, he picked up the Qingchen fruit core on the ground and refined it directly. The pure vitality in the core would definitely be helpful to the body.

A red-gold flame bloomed from his palm, continuously refining the green fruit core. Wisps of green smoke rose and merged into his body.

In an instant, the muscles, skin, and internal organs began to wriggle and cheer, absorbing the rich vitality.

The blood flowing through the body surged like waves, making a roaring sound that echoed in the sky and on the earth.

As time passed, the blood became thicker and darker, with a burning sensation.

His body continued to grow stronger and tougher, advancing towards a higher level.

until
slap~
The Qingchen fruit core in his palm turned into dust, and all the transformations stopped.

The flames in Zhang Yuanzhu's palm slowly dissipated. After carefully sensing the changes in his body, a smile appeared on his face.

He was one step closer to successfully mastering the "Dragon Elephant Power Method".

If it weren't for the fact that the other Qingchen fruit core in his hand needed to be controlled to obtain its [characteristic] vitality, he would have refined it together now to improve his body refining method.

There is also the third-level golden elixir, which is also a great medicine for body refining.

Unfortunately, he is unable to refine it with his current strength, and needs to improve his strength before he can try.

In this case, the most important thing now is to practice and seek revenge.

While thinking, Zhang Yuanzhu took out the Great Sun Spirit Essence, placed it in his abdomen, and began to practice with all his strength.

Rays of golden light rose up and enveloped his body, combining with the magic power in his dantian, continuously increasing his magic power.

The young man was completely immersed in his practice.

Nothing happened for a day!
Three days without incident! Ten days without incident!
Until the fourteenth day.

boom! Boom! !
Several beams of light, carrying fierce murderous intent, rushed towards the flying boat in the sky.

Long roars shattered the clouds.

"On the Demon-Exorcism Order, Taoist Qilin is here, kill!"

Zhang Yuanzhu sat upright at the bow of the boat, frowning slightly. He put away the Great Sun Spirit Essence and looked down.

Seven or eight monks looked at the boat excitedly, casting spells into the sky.

"The response from Hongxiu Tower and Qingyun Chamber of Commerce: a bunch of scum?"

The young man stood still, his hand extended.

In an instant, it got dark!
The sun disappeared, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

Strands of silver light fall, soft and quiet.

The monks stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the sky. The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, and a yellow boat was crossing the sky.

And the red-robed figure sitting on the deck, leisurely reaching out his hand.

They gave spells of high hopes, but they vanished like bubbles.

Rays of moonlight fell and enveloped them.

All the means, all the spells, all the magic weapons are nothing more than ripples in the moonlight, and ultimately death is unavoidable.

"Is this a Qi training cultivator?"

The only thought of all monks before their death.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand, his eyes as indifferent as before.

A thought.

Huang Zhou landed and came in front of the middle-aged Taoist who was the only one left after the attack.

The Taoist priest was not powerful, his cultivation level was only at the ninth level of Qi training, so he was deliberately let go.

"What is the Demon-Exorcism Order?" A deep voice came from the yellow boat.

The middle-aged Taoist's body trembled. That man was too terrifying. One blow!
No! It wasn't even a single strike; all the Daoists were wiped out. His pre-departure complacency now seemed like a joke.

No wonder Daqian gave such generous rewards.

"I...I tell you, can you survive?" The middle-aged Taoist responded tremblingly, with a desire for life in his eyes.

"You must die, whether it is a pleasure or a torture."

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his arms flat on his knees. He was not short of cruel means to obtain the information he wanted.

The middle-aged Taoist priest obviously understood, his face pale and hopeless, and finally, for some unknown reason, he slowly spoke:
"The Demon-Slaying Order, a hunting token issued by the Qian Kingdom court, engraved with the demon's information, leaving a corresponding reward, and calling on cultivators across the country to hunt him down."

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up with a hint of coldness.

"What a boring trick!"

He paused, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes as he looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"It seems that the reward is very generous for you, otherwise I wouldn't let you fight to the death."

The Taoist's face was bitter, his arms drooping:
"Of course it's rich. It's a foundation-building pill. Countless casual cultivators are crazy about it."

"Foundation Building Pill?"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

A pair of eyes narrowed slightly, with a devilish look.

The next moment, black light burst out, and the middle-aged Taoist priest was instantly annihilated.

The young man stood up and looked in the direction of the capital of Lin'an, with a grin on his face that looked wanton.

His arms were outstretched, his robes fluttered, his black hair danced, and he looked unruly.

"Come on, will you celebrate your victory with my flesh and blood, or will I continue to advance on your corpses?"

The situation in the Qian Kingdom has come to this point, so let's turn it upside down and kill it until rivers of blood flow.

He has never known what fear is along the way.

His five fingers clenched into thin air, and red-gold flames rose from his palms, and pieces of mineral material melted into the flames.

In less than a cup of tea, a battle flag was already refined.

The flagpole is dark black, the flag is sky blue, and it flutters in the wind.

(End of this chapter)