Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 225 Such a beautiful scenery, really beautiful (4000)

The next day, early morning.

The sun has not yet risen and the sky is dark.

The sounds of killing that echoed throughout the night gradually came to an end and turned into silence.

The next moment, a desolate horn sounded, echoing in the military camp.

Immediately afterwards, a long roar shook the sky, passed through the formation, and reached the ears of all the wandering cultivators.

"All cultivators, immediately end your training and head to the battlefield to kill the lone Yan bandits!"

Zhang Yuanzhu closed his eyes and opened them again, without much emotion.

Through Qin Laodao's explanation, he already knew that this was the main purpose of Qian Kingdom summoning the scattered cultivators to join the war.

They usually fought small-scale battles with the Yan bandits, constantly consuming their potential.

As for the legion battle yesterday, it has always been mainly composed of Qian Kingdom soldiers, supplemented by the Dharma lineage, so the independent cultivators were safer.

While thinking, he stood up, holding a spear, wearing black armor, and walked out of the tent.

He followed the crowd, strode forward, and came to the center of the military camp.

Dozens of cultivators at the peak of Qi training stood in front of the other cultivators and glanced at them.

Without much explanation, he spoke directly:
"Single, three, or five people will enter the battlefield, attack and kill the Yan bandits, and gather intelligence. The deadline is one month."

The Jiyin Taoist walked out of the crowd, her face flushed and her expression excited.

"Everyone, the road to wealth and honor lies ahead. Kill!"

"kill!!!"

The shouts of the wandering cultivators shook the sky.

The sun was rising, scattering golden rays, illuminating the military camp as if it were cast in gold.

"set off!"

Dozens of people at the peak of Qi training shouted loudly.

Including Zhang Yuanzhu, all the wandering cultivators rushed out of the military camp and moved forward, merging into the jungle, rivers, and mountains like flowing water.

They broke up into separate groups and headed towards the State of Yan through various strange means.

After the Yan army ended its conquest, it also did the same thing, continuously sending monks out to hunt down monks from the Qian Kingdom.

When two countries go to war, the army will lead the way. Once a stalemate occurs, small-scale fighting will inevitably begin to continuously consume the enemy, and then a single blow will ensure victory.

Zhang Yuanzhu restrained his breath and rushed towards the battlefield at a high speed like an ordinary Qian Kingdom soldier.

In less than an incense stick of time, the broken mountains and rivers came into view.

Blood, broken limbs and mud were mixed together, fragments of magic tools were scattered everywhere, and the resentment and unwillingness of the soldiers before their death were like a thick fog covering the mountains and rivers.

This is a battlefield where a war has just ended. Too much blood of soldiers has been shed here, making it a dangerous area.

In addition to attacking and killing the Yan bandits, Zhang Yuanzhu and his men were also responsible for cleaning up the battlefield.

The young man looked serious, holding a long spear, and walked into the fog.

Layers of golden light emerged from his body, flowing up and down, dispelling all kinds of negative auras.

He continued to go deeper until he stopped in front of a black fog mixed with blood.

The sleeves fell off, and seven small gourds flew out.

boom!
With a dull roar, the black fog boiled and then turned into seven streams, continuously flowing into the golden gourd.

The gourd was golden all over, and as the aura of war was absorbed into it, a hint of pure white gradually emerged.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised the corners of his mouth with pleasure.

The battlefield where the war had just ended was full of fighting spirit, far more intense than before.

If this continues, it won’t be long before the seven gourds turn pure white.

By then, the spirit of war will be enough to complete the tiger demon Nuo mask.

As time passed, Zhang Yuanzhu's body tilted slightly.

The next moment, the long spear in his hand stabbed towards the empty space on the right like lightning.

Stab it!

Blood spilled and nails flew.

A figure wearing yellow armor had his chest pierced instantly and his body was lifted up.

He was a big man from the State of Yan, with a rough face and an expression of disbelief.

"How did you find out? I clearly..."

Bang!
The war spear vibrated and directly tore the body apart.

Only a drop of bright red blood was suspended in the air.

The token on Zhang Yuanzhu's waist trembled slightly, and his essence and blood floated down and merged into the token.

He narrowed his pupils slightly and observed the changes in the token.

"A person at the tenth level of Qi training, fifty combat merits?"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered in his heart.

In other words, killing twenty Yan cultivators at the tenth level of Qi training can be exchanged for practicing magic.

This may be difficult for ordinary monks, but it is easy for him.

While he was thinking, the seven gourds floating in the air had already absorbed the energy of weapons.

With a flick of his sleeves, all the gourds disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu took a step forward, once again looking for the inspiration to start a war.

He walked forward on the blood, brandishing his long spear and killing one Yan cultivator after another.

As far as the eye can see, there is no one who can resist.

Time flies and four days have passed.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the rubble, looking at the gourd in front of him that was absorbing the energy of war:
"Everyone, I am about to finish collecting this gourd. If you don't take action now, you will have no chance."

"Damn it, he noticed!"

"Abandon the formation, and unite our forces to surround and kill him. We cannot let him escape alive."

Three figures in yellow armor emerged from the mist side by side.

Each soldier has an extraordinary aura, with divine light surrounding their bodies, full of holiness.

It's like a god coming to purify filth.

They secretly communicated with the Qian country cultivator in front of them, witnessed the other party's strength with their own eyes, and were waiting for the opportunity to attack and kill.

But now it seems that there is no chance, and we can only kill him by force.

Without a word of nonsense, the chanting resounded through the sky:

"Infinite Heaven, Infinite Earth, Infinite Dao, Infinite Light!"

Boom!

Three rivers of light emerged, surging and merging into one, like a vast ocean, washing over the sky and the earth.

The fog that obscured the view dissipated, and countless pieces of rubble and debris turned to ashes.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only the surging sea of light remained.

Zhang Yuanzhu turned around and faced the vast ocean. There was no fear in his eyes, only admiration.

Yes, the sea of light is vast, the sky and earth are shaking, and the scenery is absolutely beautiful, so it is natural to appreciate it.

He raised his arms casually, and golden light flowed between his five fingers, carrying a hint of Vajra immortality.

Without any unnecessary movements, he just went towards the sea of light.

"Insanity!"

"madman!"

"No one can underestimate Wuliang Palace."

Long roars were heard, accompanied by the surging and overturning sea of light.

In an instant, the golden palm had reached the sea of light.

Stab it!

The golden light was dazzling, and the sea of light was torn apart.

The light that washed over the sky and the earth was like ice and snow encountering a hot knife, being instantly split and washed to both sides.

This scene was so shocking that the three Wuliang Palace disciples were stunned.

The next moment, the slender figure burst through the air and came in front of the three people with a sharp sonic boom.

The war spear was placed horizontally and hit the torsos of several people.

Crackling!

A sound like firecrackers was heard.

Three disciples of Wuliang Palace flew out like sacks, rolled to the ground, and were no longer able to breathe.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand and made a light move.

Three drops of essence blood floated over and fell into the token.

'Six hundred and seventy military merits, almost there!'

After observing the battle achievements, he prepared to go and collect the spoils.

The disciples from Wuliang Palace still have some good spiritual objects.

Just as he took a step forward, a voice with a hint of surprise came from behind him.

"Seven golden gourds, it seems like this is a good harvest."

"Young Master, you are blessed with great fortune. Although these gourds are not magical instruments, their materials must be extraordinary."

"Let the master refine it when we get back. It will be a top-grade magical instrument."

The corner of Zhang Yuanzhu's mouth twitched. This is a battlefield, and there are such idiots.

Didn't they sense the disturbance caused by the fight just now? Or do they have some hidden tricks?
How dare you discuss his stuff so brazenly?
He stretched out his hand and picked up the three pieces of debris on the ground. Then he looked in the direction of the golden gourd.

A young man in a white robe and holding a folding fan, accompanied by seven armored soldiers, stood beside the golden gourd.

Several soldiers are working together to attack the formation set up around the golden gourd.

The others all looked at Zhang Yuanzhu.

Snapped!
The folding fan was opened, and the young man in white had a smile on his face and a gentle look in his eyes.

"Dear Daoist, you must be a casual cultivator, right? I am the eldest son of the Shi family, and I am willing to pay a price to make friends with you."

"die!"

A stern rebuke.

Lines of ice appeared, covering the sky, intertwined with sharpness and icy coldness.

The sword energy was everywhere and the snow was flying heavily.

Zhang Yuanzhu had a cold expression and stretched out his hand.

No matter who you are or what power you belong to, if you touch his things, he will kill you!

If you have a backup plan, let me see if I can let you live?
kill!

The palm suddenly pressed down!

Ice knives shot out from the sky.

boom! boom! boom!
Everything is being chopped to pieces.

The rocks turned into powder, and the fog that had just gathered disappeared again. One soldier after another turned into minced meat without even a wailing sound.

In an instant, dust rose and blood mist rose, obscuring the view.

Only the sound of ice blades tearing the earth continued to be heard.

"not dead!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

Looking at the young man fleeing at high speed under the ice knife, a layer of shield appeared on the opponent's body, blocking the attack.

"Foundation-building method."

He exerted force with his feet and jumped suddenly.

Boom!

The ground beneath his feet began to crack, and a figure shot out violently.

Zhang Yuanzhu flicked his sleeves, collected the seven golden gourds, and chased after the young man.

With his arms waving and his spear swung across the sky, he charged towards the young man like a dragon.

Shi Zheng's face was ferocious, and he no longer had the composure he had at first.

How can he be so strong!
The secret detection technique left by the family cannot be wrong. The other party is definitely at the tenth level of Qi training, otherwise why would he act like this.

As for the fluctuation of magic power that just swept around, it was nothing. The peak of Qi training was enough to reach it.

The nine guardians beside him are also enough to deal with any problems below the foundation building stage.

"It's careless!"

Shi Zheng growled, took out a handful of talismans from his arms and threw them out.

The talismans burned, and spells burst out, carrying a magnificent aura, heading towards Zhan Ge.

In an instant, the flames were extinguished, the strong wind dissipated, the earth and rocks turned to ashes, and all the spells were broken in one blow.

The war spear continued to move forward with unabated momentum, hitting the white shield directly.

Boom!

Shi Zheng's figure flew out and crashed into a pile of rubble.

There were ripples in the depths of Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes. He hadn't broken through yet. The opponent's defense was definitely not that of an ordinary foundation-building warrior.

He took a step forward, stepped onto the gravel, and looked at the young man with a white glow.

With one step, the opponent's entire body was buried in the ground.

The young man thrust out the spear in his hand repeatedly, causing the white shield to tremble, like a flame in a strong wind that could go out at any time.

"You are definitely not a casual cultivator. Who are you?"

Shi Zheng shouted loudly with a ferocious look on his face.

Various talismans were used, but they had no effect at all. The methods left by the ancestor were almost unable to hold out.

Click!

A sound of breaking, like a whisper from the underworld, made Shi Zheng make up his mind.

We can't delay any longer!

He stretched out his hands and directly pulled open the robe, exposing his chest.

There is no smooth skin, only a dark symbol that penetrates deep into the flesh.

"go to hell!"

Wisps of black light burst out, carrying with them a sense of evil and oppression.

Click!

The white shield was completely shattered at this moment.

The bronze spear pierced directly between the eyebrows.

Stab it!

The long spear pierced through the skull, and blood mixed with an unknown liquid gushed out.

At the same time, a palm covered in golden light pressed against the young man's chest.

Lines formed from the fingertips, covering half of the enemy's torso and compressing the rising black light.

Bend your five fingers slightly, stretch and pull!
The ink-black talisman was pulled out of flesh and blood by him.

Zhang Yuanzhu held the talisman and carefully sensed it, his expression solemn:

"It's indeed a foundation-building talisman. Compared to the talisman given by Elder Huo, it's only slightly weaker."

Without thinking any more, the sky-blue light poured down and enveloped the wreckage.

Then, it exploded with a loud bang, turning into icy foam all over the ground.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the surrounding land, his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

In the Yan territory, Daqian military camp.

The moment Shi Zheng died.

"who is it?"

"Who killed my grandson?"

An old man with his hair and beard flying around let out a long roar that shook the earth and woke up the entire military camp.

One by one, the soldiers woke up from their sleep and looked at the old man from the Stone Clan in the center of the army formation.

"Old Shi, if you continue to talk nonsense, I will punish you according to military regulations."

"Hang the head at the gate as a warning to the army."

A voice filled with murderous intent came from a dragon-patterned tent.

In an instant, the Stone Clan ancestor at the Foundation Establishment level shut up and stopped talking.

No matter how much murderous intent and anger he felt in his heart, he dared not show it, because the royal family of Qian Kingdom existed in that tent.

If it weren't for that person's background, how could my elder brother have sat alone in the clan's land for two centuries?

Call ~
He let out a breath of air that was stuck in his chest, and the murderous intent in his heart became even more intense.

The figure of the Stone Clan's ancestor flashed by and returned to the tents of the three major immortal cultivation families.

Next, one after another, the monks from the three tribes walked out of the military camp and headed for the battlefield.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu continued to search for the spirit of war and killed the Yan bandits to gain military merit.

Of course, if they encounter descendants of the three major immortal cultivation families, they will also kill them and let their blood spill on the earth.

Time passed day by day, and the one-month deadline soon arrived.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in front of an ancient tree, with seven gourds floating in front of him.

At this moment, all the gourds have turned pure white, representing the spirit of war. They are already full, and we can begin to perfect the White Tiger Nuo mask.

The young man's eyes were deep, and he took a step forward. His armor clanged, making a killing sound.

He was like a moving black mountain, heavy and domineering.

In one month, he not only collected all the military energy, but also collected a lot of bones above the tenth level of Qi training as resources for the promotion of corpse refining.

It can be said that most of the purpose of coming to the battlefield has been achieved, and only the spells are left to be exchanged.

'Hope everything goes well!'

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered in his heart.

During this period, he killed many children from the three major immortal cultivation families.

When he returned to the military camp this time, he had prepared a lot of backup plans, enough for him to leave.

His spell called "Taiyin Killing God Arrow" made him excited and he didn't want to miss it.

From time to time, a casual cultivator would walk by, but after sensing the young man's aura, they would keep away from him.

The oppressive feeling of the figure in black armor holding a spear was too strong.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm and continued forward.

About an incense stick of time passed before the military camp where the wandering cultivators were located came into view.

A lot of soldiers gathered at the entrance of the military camp, and the noise they heard made the young man pause slightly.

(End of this chapter)