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Chapter 223: The two armies attack, this is the foundation (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in the light, looked down, and saw cracks appearing on the Qingchen Spirit Tree in his palm.

Then, it exploded with a loud bang.

Most of the Qingchen wood turned into powder, and only the palm-sized spiritual wood survived.

"Using the top-grade spiritual wood as the center of the formation is too much of a stretch."

Zhang Yuanzhu sighed softly.

He flipped his palm and collected the remaining spiritual wood.

The glass mirror in his arms emitted precious light, covering the young man's body, and turned into a rainbow and disappeared.

As for the place where the foundation-building cultivators could stand, he never paid any attention to it from beginning to end.

With the explosive attack of self-destructive force, the enemy was reduced to dust in a few breaths, and it was impossible for them to survive.

A rainbow of light streaked across the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flashed with green light, recovering from his injuries.

Thinking in my mind, planning next.

The enemy is dead, and the realm cannot be broken through in a short period of time.

What needs to be done now is to find a suitable spell and condense the magic pattern of the tenth level of Qi training.

There is also the improvement of the White Tiger Nuo mask.

The choice of magic patterns for the tenth level of Qi training is nothing more than to enhance the "Silver Toad Transformation into Moon Technique".

There are two ways to perfect the White Tiger Nuo mask: find monsters with White Tiger blood, kill them repeatedly to purify their blood, and then cast the Nuo mask.

Secondly, absorb a huge amount of military energy to continuously strengthen the tiger demon Nuo mask, allowing a trace of white tiger blood in it to cover the mixed blood and transform into a white tiger Nuo mask.

In his opinion, there are two ways to achieve the goal.

The green light in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes faded, revealing his eyes that were clearly black and white.

'Want to go to the Northwest Territory?'

The young man whispered in his heart.

There are soldiers like the sea, and wars are endless.

I heard that the mountains and rivers were shattered, the earth was dyed red with blood, and the war was extremely brutal, otherwise they would not tolerate his making such a fuss.

However, precisely because of the brutality and heavy killing of soldiers, it is very useful for the White Tiger Nuo Mask to be perfected, and...

"I also want to see the war between the two countries."

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

It was different from his sudden attack on the Immortal City.

The two armies faced each other in a fair battle, even though he had never seen it before.

In less than a cup of tea, the boy had made his decision.

boom!
The rainbow light suddenly increased and rushed towards the northwest.

……

A month and a half later.

A town located in the mountains in the northwest border of Qian Kingdom.

A rainbow light came from the end of the sky and landed in front of the town.

It was a figure wearing a red robe and carrying a blood-red halberd on his back, a jade knife on his waist.

Just standing on the earth is like standing mountains and rivers, making all living things tremble.

Zhang Yuanzhu had a cold look in his eyes. Wearing a tiger demon Nuo mask, he walked forward towards the town.

This town is close to the border of Qian State, which is a good place to collect some battlefield information.

tower! tower! tower!
The crisp footsteps echoed in the monk's ears.

The monks turned their eyes to it, then quickly looked away, not daring to look any further.

In a few steps, he had entered the town.

The young man's eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the surroundings, looking at the blood-stained streets and the stalls on both sides.

It is more like a trading market than a town.

tower!
He stopped in front of a stall, looked down at the old man who was setting up the stall.

He stretched out his hand, and three mid-grade spirit stones emerged and floated in front of the old man.

"You can see the situation of the war between Qian and Yan."

A direct question, without any concealment.

"Senior, I am just a casual cultivator, making a living by picking up scraps from the battlefield. How could I possibly understand?"

The old man felt the pressure as heavy as a mountain, his body trembling, and he told the truth.

After a pause, he continued:
"But two months ago, everyone said we were victorious and our army had invaded the State of Yan."

"Victory?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep as he asked about the surrounding events and the locations of the battlefields where the fighting had taken place.

After obtaining the information he wanted, Zhang Yuanzhu left without stopping and headed towards the battlefield where the war had taken place.

Rivers, grass, and mountains constantly pass by in the field of vision.

Gradually, a hint of dark red came into view.

Kill, kill, fight, fight
Roars exploded in my ears, and soldiers rushed over one after another.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was calm, his pupils slightly narrowed, and all the noise disappeared.

All the soldiers and roars disappeared.

The earth was dark red, as if stained with blood, and countless gullies were spread all over it.

The mountains and rivers were shattered, and debris was everywhere.

In many places, a faint black mist rose, carrying various negative auras.

One by one, the monks shuttled through the battlefield ruins, collecting various miscellaneous items.

Tatata~
The boy walked forward on the gravel, looking out, but he could not see the end of the battlefield.

"I underestimated this national war!"

He frowned slightly, stepped forward, scanned the land, and analyzed the scale of the war that had taken place here.

From some traces, he discovered that this war was far beyond his imagination.

A country with tens of billions of people that has existed for more than a thousand years must have many tricks up its sleeve.

And this war is undoubtedly a witness.

While thinking, he came to the black fog closest to him.

He stretched out his hand, grasped a wisp of black mist, and felt it carefully.

The clash of weapons, resentment, and negative energy are a hodgepodge.

Fortunately, it is still useful to him.

With a thought, the tiger demon's mask fell off and floated in the black mist.

Zizizi~
Wisps of black mist swarmed in, most of which slid down the Nuo mask, and only a very small amount of the military energy was absorbed.

About a cup of tea later, Zhang Yuanzhu reached out, grabbed the mask, and pulled it in front of him.

The golden Nuo mask adds a touch of pure white.

"Not bad, my guess is correct."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled and simply didn't wear the Nuo mask, letting it float beside him.

He continued to walk towards the black fog in various places on the battlefield, absorbing the military energy from it.

Such an action naturally attracted the attention of many monks.

However, after sensing the aura emanating from that figure, he consciously withdrew his gaze and searched through the wreckage as if nothing had happened, looking for the spiritual object he had missed.

Zhang Yuanzhu absorbed the aura of weapons from the black fog.

Suddenly, he paused, squinted his eyes, and saw a corpse through the black fog.

The corpse was young, collapsed on the ground, pale and bloodless, with a torn back, but it was not the wound on the back that killed him, but the invasion of the black fog around him.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the corpse carefully, and finally his gaze stopped at the jade pendant and storage bag around the corpse's waist.

"Killed by an acquaintance!"

Based on the injuries on the corpse, he instantly analyzed the reason why the other party fell into the black fog.

With a wave of his hand, the jade pendant and storage bag floated into his palm.

The jade pendant is ordinary, with the words "Fang Guo" engraved on it, which may be the name of the corpse.

As for the storage bag, it only contained more than two hundred low-grade spirit stones, dozens of medium-grade spirit stones, a jade slip, and a strange stone that emitted a cold air. It was not worth that much.

He reached in, picked up the jade slip and began to read it casually.

"Nine Changes of Frost"!
A few large characters were imprinted in his mind, and then the content of the technique was quickly glanced over by him.

An ice-attributed martial art, probably a practice of a small sect, and useless to him.

He put away the jade slip, picked up the strange stone that was emitting cold air, and controlled it with his palm as usual.

what!
A hint of surprise flashed across Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes.

New [Features]!
Deep in the soul, new changes appeared on the mirror composed of red and blue divine light.

Palm Control: [Level 1] Frost Stone (Ability: Icy)

He instinctively clenched his outstretched hand, streaks of ice crystals covering his fingers. Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, looking down at the frost in his palm, without summoning any magical power.

So [Characteristic] Ice Cold means lowering the temperature and condensing ice and frost.

This characteristic is quite useful to him and can slightly improve his combat power.

After everything was cleaned up, he turned his gaze to the corpses in the black fog.

Bang!

The jade knife was unsheathed, tearing the earth apart in an instant, leaving a knife mark of more than ten meters.

The corpse then fell into the crack.

"I'll get your things and bury your body."

Zhang Yuanzhu stomped his foot, and the cracked ground healed.

He sheathed the jade knife and turned away.

Afterwards, he continued to search for the black fog, constantly absorbing the spirit of war.

Five days later.

The young man stood on the battlefield, with a sword and a mask on his shoulders, looking towards the direction of Yan State.

At this moment, about one-tenth of his face, the tiger demon Nuo mask, was rendered in pure white.

With extreme sharpness and fiery fighting spirit.

"Let me see, a great army marching."

With one step, his body turned into rainbow light, flying straight into the sky and heading towards the State of Yan.

Following the remaining traces of the army, absorbing the spirit of war left on various battlefields, they continued to advance deeper into the State of Yan.

Time passes, and I don’t know how many times the sun and the moon have rotated.

Zhang Yuanzhu traveled 30,000 miles deep into the mountains and rivers of Yan State.

He suddenly stopped moving forward, his eyes becoming serious.

There are endless tents, array patterns covering the earth, and powerful auras rushing straight into the sky.

The battlefield between Yan and Qian countries has arrived!

And the two sides are engaged in a small-scale expedition.

"kill!!"

The shouts and cries of killing were endless, overwhelming and shaking the heaven and the earth.

Countless soldiers in helmets and armor are fighting at the distant end of the world. Every soldier is strong. They are equipping with swords and spears, and their power is extraordinary. The layers of power are stacked together, shaking the mountains, rivers and the earth.

The soldiers formed a tremendous killing formation, the army was mighty, and they charged at each other, as if they were about to overthrow the world.

Zhang Yuanzhu landed on the ground, ignoring the shaking of the mountains and rivers, and stared at the battlefield in the distance.

Such soldiers are incomparable to the guards of the fairy city, and are definitely the true foundation of the Qian Kingdom.

He placed his palm on the hilt of the knife, his mouth grinning with a fiery fighting spirit.

It is worthy of being a country with tens of billions of people. In addition, as long as everyone can practice, there will always be some decent strong people coming out.

Not to mention him, even those who are in the process of building their foundation have to temporarily avoid the attack of such a group of soldiers.

But such a strong enemy would be interesting to have as an opponent!
Zhang Yuanzhu was thinking in his mind and turned his gaze away from the battlefield to look at the military camp stationed on the earth, or rather, the two sides of the military camp.

On the right side, figures wearing green Taoist robes were moving back and forth in the camp, shouting, and there were several powerful auras among them.

That is the aura unique to a cultivator who has established his foundation.

'The same lineage as the blue sky.'

He whispered in his heart, and his mind unconsciously thought of the girl named Biqi.

The other party comes from the Biluo Dharma lineage.

The girl met him in the Beast Taming Secret Realm and they got along quite happily along the way.

Therefore, his feelings towards the Biluo lineage were quite good.

As for the Soul-Eating Dharma Lineage sent by the Immortal Weapon Valley, it was originally controlled by the Qian Kingdom and was naturally together with the royal family.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the monks in the center of the army who were wearing robes of the Soul-Eating Dharma Vein, his face expressionless.

Finally, he looked to the far left of the formation.

There was chaos, noise, and abuse. Monks with different clothes, magical weapons, and magical power fluctuations stood in the camp.

Even though he was a long distance away, he could still see that there were stalls in the camp.

There is no doubt that these are the independent cultivators summoned by the Qian Kingdom.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered.

He was thinking about how to sneak into the army.

Only by sneaking into the army can we better gather the spirit of war.

After all, he was alone and too conspicuous on the battlefield.

The easiest way to sneak in is undoubtedly to be a casual cultivator in the camp on the left.

A mixed bag, perfect for that.

After making the decision, the young man restrained his breath, put away the Lingyuan Sword, carried the Blood Halberd on his back, and strode towards the camp of independent cultivators.

Ta Ta Ta ~
The crisp sound of footsteps was inconspicuous amid the deafening shouts and cries of killing.

About half an hour later, he slowly came to the left side of Qian's army.

"Stop whoever comes!"

"Who dares to trespass into the military camp?"

Sharp shouts came from the military camp.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of streams of light flew out and landed in front of the young man.

Every casual cultivator was at or above the ninth level of Qi training, and they looked vigilantly at the figure carrying the blood-red halberd.

"A self-reliant cultivator, coming for the Qian Nation."

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped and responded slowly.

His arms hung naturally, and his eyes were calm beneath the Nuo mask.

Dozens of wandering cultivators still surrounded the young man, ready to attack at any time, but the hostility in their eyes had decreased a lot.

The wandering cultivators looked at each other, and an old Taoist with a long beard walked out.

"Sir, you have come to serve the Qian Nation. We will not dissuade you from your duties. However, military affairs are a matter of great importance to a nation, a matter of life and death, and must be carefully considered."

"Please take off your mask, fellow Taoist, and state your name and level of cultivation."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, quietly looking at the wandering cultivators, raised his hand and pressed it on the mask.

The next moment, the Nuo mask disappeared.

His thick eyebrows were raised, standing above his eyes like two swords, and his eyes were like stars, big, bright and piercing.

A handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes appeared in the sight of the wandering cultivator.

"A self-cultivating cultivator of Hongwu, who has reached the tenth level of Qi training, comes here to kill the enemy and chase the Dao!"

His voice was calm, but it was clearly heard by every cultivator.

Those eyes were like stars, filled with an unwavering will.

This appearance is naturally not Zhang Yuanzhu's original appearance. With his current physical cultivation, it would be very simple to slightly change the bones.

A dozen or so wandering cultivators just glanced at the young man and then looked away.

The other party's identity is definitely not simple. He is full of energy and vitality. His age is not much older than his appearance.

At most, he is in his forties or fifties.

The old Taoist with a long beard looked at the young man and sighed softly:

"Fellow Daoist Hongwu, a genius like you shouldn't wade into this mess."

After a pause, the old Taoist with a long beard sounded persuasive.

"It's easy to enter this military camp, but it's hard to leave. We cultivators will never be able to leave until the war against Yan is over."

"I see."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded to show that he understood.

The old Taoist looked helpless, knowing that the other party had made a decision. He took out a black token from his arms and handed it over.

"Drop a drop of blood into this token, and it will be your certificate in the military camp."

"Remember, once you shed your blood, you officially join the army. If you flee, you will be hunted down with all your might until you die."

The young man took the token, narrowed his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

He couldn't see the danger, but to be safe, he decided to use the waste blood he had collected last time.

He stretched out his hand, the jade bottle in his arms trembled slightly, and a drop of blood slid from his fingertips and dripped onto the token.

In an instant, the token trembled and burst out with mysterious light.

Finally, the light faded and the token lay in the young man's palm.

From this moment on, most of the casual cultivators around relaxed their minds and reduced their vigilance.

This black token is first a verification, then an oath, and finally a military camp certificate.

To verify whether one has the blood of Yan, the Yan people have long worshipped the immortals and believed in temples, which is different from them;
The oath was that he would not leave without permission until the campaign against Yan was over.

As for the credentials
(End of this chapter)