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Chapter 228: The Three Altars Grand Event Army's Real Expedition, Participation in the War (4000)

"Just do it."

Zhang Yuanzhu waved his sleeves, and a teapot and two jade cups appeared in front of the two people.

He reached out, picked up the steaming teapot, and poured two cups of tea.

"In just five years, Junior Sister has already reached the sixth level of Qi training, not bad."

"Compared to my senior brother, I am just a firefly."

There was a look of restrained emotion in Pinkie's eyes, and a bitter expression on her face.

She knew the level of cultivation her senior brother displayed when he used the pseudonym Hongwu - the tenth level of Qi training!
too fast!
Compared to him, I am like a firefly and the moon, the gap is so huge that it makes me despair.

You have to know that when the two met for the first time, Brother Zhang was at the third level of Qi training, and she was at the fourth level.

But after a few years, the boy had left her far behind, and she could no longer see his back.

"It's just a small opportunity. The road to becoming an immortal is long and everything is still unknown."

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, rubbed the teacup, and felt the warmth coming from his palm.

“Keep going, no matter how fast or slow, you will get through it.”

"It turns out that Senior Brother can also comfort people."

Pinkie Pie chuckled, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

A bitter taste hits the tip of the tongue, followed by a refreshing fragrance and gentle spiritual power that surges to every part of the body.

“Nice tea.”

The woman exclaimed in praise and took another sip.

Zhang Yuanzhu had a gentle expression and also picked up the tea and started drinking.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the silver light is shining, adding a bit of tranquility to the courtyard.

Biqi drank the tea in the cup and looked at the stone box beside the boy with some curiosity.

"Senior brother, what is this?"

"A kind of evil spirit."

The young man spoke in a flat voice and casually, as if the spiritual object that could drive the foundation-building cultivator crazy was nothing.

"Evil spirit!"

"A necessary spiritual object for reaching the peak of foundation building and breaking through to the condensed evil spirit."

The woman was horrified, obviously knowing the value of evil spirits. She stared at the stone box and immediately spoke:
"Brother Zhang, you must not reveal the fact that you possess evil spirits, otherwise you will be in big trouble."

"Don't be nervous. We already have many rivals, like Zhiren, Tairi, and Chuyun. What if there are more?"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled and drank the tea in the cup.

boom!
He put down the jade cup, his face was calm:

"Among the Qian army, only my junior sister knows about this besides me. How could it be exposed?"

"Brother, you shouldn't have let me know. This is the only foolproof plan."

The woman was helpless, but ripples appeared in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

Senior brother, he hasn't changed at all after all, he is still so frank and direct.

Pinkie calmed the churning emotions in her heart, picked up the teapot, poured a cup for the boy first, and then filled it for herself.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, played with the teacup, and asked:

"What is the situation between Qian and Yan?"

Hearing this, the woman picked up the teacup and began to talk about the national war without any concealment.

"Although the Qian Kingdom has been able to integrate its internal affairs and has received assistance from Shi Ling and Bi Luo, it has been exhausted after advancing to this point and is unable to advance further."

Biqi explained the news she heard from her great-grandfather.

"Emperor Qian's desire to reclaim his homeland from a thousand years ago is ultimately like a moon in the water, a tower in a dream, out of reach."

Gradually, a serious look appeared on the woman's pretty face.

"However, the Qian Kingdom's royal family will try a few more times and will not retreat now."

Zhang Yuanzhu had deep pupils. He nodded his forehead lightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"I see."

"Brother, a great war is about to begin. If you have any questions in the base, you can come to me."

"it is good."

After a few questions and answers, the man and the woman continued to communicate for a long time, telling each other about their experiences.

The two of them drank pot after pot of tea.

Before anyone knew it, the bright moon had set, and a ray of morning light crossed the formation and shone down.

Bi Qi finished the last cup of tea, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and finally she spoke:
"Brother Yuanzhu, do you know Ye Jinxian, the true disciple of Ye Zhen, the Taoist lineage of Yixing?"

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly and put down the teacup.

"Of course I know. Fairy Ye is the one who helped me enter Taoism and save my life."

The woman in the green skirt was not surprised, and obviously knew the connection between the two.

Pinkie Pie placed her arms flat on her knees, her fair face shone with a layer of golden light under the sunlight, concealing her true emotions.

"Ye Zhenchuan will represent the sect to attend the Three Altars Ceremony."

"Three Altars Festival?"

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned. It was another unfamiliar word.

"I don't know much about it. I just heard my father mention it occasionally."

"The grand ceremony of the Three Altars is the Altar of Heaven, the Altar of Earth, and the Altar of Man. It involves the destiny of the universe and will bring great benefits to the sect."

"Once every thousand years, Guya Mountain, Zhuimo Mountain, and even the surrounding areas will send their peerless geniuses to participate."

Biqi opened her mouth slowly and told everything she knew.

Then, a hint of regret appeared in his eyes, and he sighed softly:
"If Senior Brother had been born thirty or forty years earlier, he might not have been unable to participate in this event."

"It seems that the participation standards for this event are extremely high."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled.

Since the woman knew his talent, she also said that it would take thirty or forty years before he could participate.

Pinkie stood up, looked up at the rising sun, felt the warmth of the sunlight, and whispered:

"Only those who have reached the Condensed Evil Realm for two generations are eligible to participate."

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up and looked up.

"Is that so?"

"I have been in the Condensed Evil Realm for forty years now, so you really don't look down on me."

The two stood side by side, quietly sensing the sunlight shining on them.

For a moment, everyone fell into silence, and no one knew how long it took.

Pinkie Pie spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Brother, today's communication ends here. I won't disturb you anymore."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

The woman looked at the boy again, turned around, and walked out the door.

For a moment, Zhang Yuanzhu was the only one left standing in the courtyard.

"Three Altars Celebration!"

He murmured to himself, a hint of regret showing on his face.

As Biqi said, he really didn't have time to participate, and it was a pity that he couldn't compete and fight with those geniuses.

But soon, the chaotic thoughts that emerged in his mind were cut off one by one and turned into determination.

He has his own path to follow, and he will go all the way to the end without envying anyone.

A thought.

A white jade bottle appeared in front of him.

The jade bottle was icy cold, emitting chilling air, and had intricate patterns carved on it.

After carefully examining the white jade bottle and making sure the patterns on it were correct.

Stretch out your hand and make a gentle move.

The stone box placed on the ground fell into his hands.

Open the stone box, take out the evil spirit and put it into the white jade bottle.

All the movements were smooth and flowing, without any delay.

After everything was done, he put away the white jade bottle and looked at the stone box in front of him.

This is a sealed object given by the witch Xie Beiling. It is made of extraordinary material, and with the erosion of evil spirits, the stone box has reached a higher level on the original basis.

While thinking, he held the stone box and tapped it lightly with his five fingers.

With every click, there was a sound of metal clashing, and the runes engraved on the stone box disappeared one by one, revealing the original appearance of the stone box.

Next, it is time to cast a longbow.

With a clench of five fingers, the jade knife appeared.

Arms waved, knives flashed, and stone chips scattered.

A stone longbow gradually appeared as the last knife fell.

A crossbow appeared completely in front of the young man.

He put away the jade knife and stroked it carefully with his palm, feeling every detail of the crossbow until he was sure it was correct.

Runes emerged from his palm, wrapping around the bow arm and seeping into it. As time passed, the patterns on the crossbow became more profound and mysterious, carrying an inexplicable aura.

Even the crossbow itself began to tremble.

A stick of incense!

Half an hour!

An hour!
Three hours passed, and the last line was formed.

The crossbow trembled suddenly, broke free from the hand, and burst out with gray light, illuminating the courtyard.

Zhang Yuanzhu grinned and looked at the crossbow floating in the air with a happy expression.

The second step of Taiyin Killing Archery was successful!
Then comes the final step: concentrating the arrow.

Using the moon's heat as a hammer, will as fire, and the wronged soul beads as material, the arrow shadow is forged.

From then on, he drew his bow and arrow.

Once the arrow is shot, the soul is destroyed, without exception!

As for the unsuitable timing, the sun was high in the sky, but there was no bright moon.

Quack~
A toad's croak.

The bright moon rose from behind the young man, suspended in the sky, scattering moonlight.

He stretched out his hand, and nine wronged soul beads appeared in his palm.

Strands of moonlight descended from the sky, gathered between the fingers and palms, and slid between the beads like ribbons.

'let's start!'

The smile on Zhang Yuanzhu's face faded and turned into seriousness.

Raise your palm and place it between your eyebrows, and the brilliant spirit will touch the beads instantly.

Boom!

A ball of silver flame rose from the palm of his hand, burning fiercely.

One bead after another turned into firewood, making the flames rise.

The moonlight covering the palm of his hand, wrapped in flames, kept colliding.

clang~clang~
The sound of metal clashing spread throughout the courtyard.

The magic power in Dantian surged, and the free palm kept making hand gestures and hitting the silver flame.

A blurry arrow shadow is slowly emerging.

And the shadow of the arrow became clearer as time passed.

I don’t know how long it took, but the bright moon formed by the magic dissipated, and the real full moon had already risen into the sky.

A silver arrow appeared completely between his five fingers, floating in the flames.

Snapped!
He clenched his five fingers together, the flames were extinguished, and he held the arrow tightly.

"I've finally gotten started with the Taiyin Slaying God Arrow."

Zhang Yuanzhu picked up the crossbow beside him, and with a slide of his hand, the bowstring condensed by moonlight emerged.

He put on the silver arrow and pointed it towards the sky, holding it in his hand but not shooting it.

In an instant, the formation was torn apart, the clouds collapsed, and the clear night sky was revealed.

In the base, strong men cast their gazes towards the courtyard, feeling the horrifying aura.

They frowned, looked at each other in different ways, and whispered:

"Golden Light Pavilion, Hongwu!"

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu tried several times, but the arrow failed to shoot out.

Instead, he swallowed it in one gulp, letting it fall into his dantian, and his magic power was constantly tempered.

As for the crossbow, the young man carried it on his back, and the magic power flowed through the bow to nourish it.

The most difficult steps have been taken.

After that, it is a slow and steady process, which requires constant comprehension of the spell, constant tempering and nurturing, until the spell pattern is condensed.

After getting used to the silver arrow in his body, Zhang Yuanzhu repaired the formation and set up a spirit gathering formation.

He sat cross-legged, took out the Great Sun Spirit Essence from his arms, and began to practice with all his strength.

From then on, he practiced martial arts during the day and comprehended magic at night, day after day, without any slackness.

Zhang Yuanzhu was immersed in the rapid growth of his strength and rarely paid attention to the war outside.

He only knew from Biqi that the Qian Kingdom launched several more expeditions, but was never able to defeat the Yan army and its progress was slow.

Two months later.

The southeastern border of Yan State is 31,000 miles long and is bordered by the Yinming Mountains.

Two massive armies are facing each other.

At this moment, all the senior officials of the Qian Kingdom were filled with rage. They had only advanced a thousand miles in two whole months.

If this continues, when will we be able to recover our homeland and complete the cause that our ancestors have always dreamed of?

kill!kill!kill!

The army shouted loudly and the foundation was built.

The heaven and earth shook!

The mountains are cracking, and the hideous cracks spread from the top of the mountain downwards, tearing the mountains apart and revealing the abyss.

The lakes and seas shook violently, the sun swayed, and the stars appeared and disappeared.

A raging rage that burned the stars surged out from the army of more than 300,000 monks, stirring up the mountains, rivers, and all things.

Clang!
An emperor wearing a black robe with nine dragons and a crown with twelve tassels on his head drew his sword and stepped forward.

"kill!"

Iron cavalry tramples on mountains and rivers, swords point to the sun and moon

The army was spread out in all directions, filling the sky and the earth. They followed the emperor's footsteps and marched forward. The black mass was like a wave.

To turn everything to dust.

With Emperor Qian as the vanguard, Zhuji as the general, and more than 300,000 soldiers, except for that one foundation figure, the Qian Kingdom has already put in all its efforts.

On one side of the army, monks wearing green robes formed large formations and rushed forward together.

Zhang Yuanzhu was no exception. He wore black armor, held a spear in his hand, and carried a crossbow on his back. He blended into the army and moved forward.

Naturally, he had to participate in such a grand expedition. How could he be absent?

The Yan army opposite was like a silent embankment. A middle-aged man wearing an imperial robe walked out from among the armored soldiers.

The middle-aged man looked at the army charging towards him coldly, his expression not moved at all.

The thing that the disciples of Wuliang Palace worry least about is large-scale conquest.

The demons and evil spirits were repelled and killed by them that time, not to mention the Qian Kingdom.

The middle-aged man took out a stone statue from his arms and placed it carefully on the ground.

With his palms clasped together and his head lowered, he uttered a low chant:

"Master Xuanqing, all dharmas return to their origin, compassion is the raft, mighty virtue is the peak, for thousands of years, the temple will last forever"

"Praise to Master Xuanqing!"

The voice of one person, the voice of a thousand people, the voice of ten thousand people, and three hundred thousand people shouted in unison.

Layers of light burst out from the soldiers' bodies, emitting brilliant light.

The strength of all the Yan soldiers is increasing and becoming stronger, improving in all aspects.

The next moment, the Qian army's cavalry crashed into them.

Ahhhh~ Kill kill kill~
Waves of blood rolled, limbs flew everywhere, and weapons broke.

In less than a breath, hundreds of monks fell, and this was just the beginning.

Zhang Yuanzhu's body was covered in golden light, with his spear held horizontally as he charged forward, raising a large cloud of blood mist and tearing the swallow armor into pieces.

Wherever it passed, blood mist floated and everything turned into corpses.

"Damn dog, go to hell!"

Before the voice fell, a divine light had already submerged a large number of Qian troops and rushed towards him.

Zhang Yuanzhu's face was indifferent, his body slightly tilted, and the spear in his hand changed from sweeping to stabbing.

Stab it!

The bright light was pierced in an instant, a head fell off, and blood spilled into the sky.

"Brother!"

A shrill female voice was heard, and in an instant, it was drowned out by the battlefield.

The young man ignored him, holding his spear and moving forward, continuing to charge, leaving the ground covered in blood.

Divine light, poisonous fog, poisonous insects, flying swords, and even military formations were all broken by him one by one.

The long spears are crisscrossed, the golden light is dazzling, and the steps are moving forward.

He used this formation to hone himself, making his magic power surge, his spells more sophisticated, and his will more resolute.

From day to night, and from night to day, the Qian army still failed to repel the Yan army.

"I didn't expect to meet a disciple from the Golden Light Pavilion here."

A cold voice came.

A young man wearing an ancient Taoist robe blocked Zhang Yuanzhu's way.

(End of this chapter)