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Chapter 229: Is the conquest over? No, it’s just begun (3000)

He was a handsome young man, emitting a faint divine light and having an extraordinary heroic appearance.

He stood on the battlefield, with corpses strewn all over the ground behind him, including commanders in black armor, Taoists in green robes, and members of the Qian Kingdom's royal family.

"Jin Guang Pavilion, are you guys also trying to wade into this mess?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were cold and he didn't respond at all.

Step out.

Boom!

The golden light burst out, illuminating half of the sky, like a blazing flame, turning the Yan people into charcoal.

The war spear in his hand was raised horizontally, and wisps of golden light flowed and covered it, with extreme sharpness and strength.

Retract your arms and thrust forward!
In an instant, the sky was torn apart, revealing invisible ravines, and the earth collapsed into pieces and turned into dust.

The golden light is dazzling and the war spear is cold.

If you want to talk to him, take the stab first.

After such a blow, the young man's face instantly became solemn. He stretched out his arms and formed an ancient hand seal.

Rays of divine light burst out from his body, and along with the changes in the seal, it turned into a human-shaped shadow blocking the front.

You can still faintly hear the sounds of living beings praying and kneeling.

This is the magic he condensed with incense, representing his ambition to establish a temple.

As soon as the shadow took shape, the spear came stabbing forward.

Bang!
The phantom with divinity exploded in an instant, and the war spear continued to move forward, hitting the young man's chest in an instant.

clang!
Amid the sound of metal clashing, a figure flew out like a cannonball.

It crashed into the earth, raising clouds of dust.

A hint of surprise flashed across Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes. This attack did not kill the enemy.

The thought flashed through his mind, and he charged forward with his spear in hand.

"Stop him and don't let him get close to Senior Brother Guan Cheng."

"Come together and kill him."

"Praise Master Xuanqing, kill~"

The monks who were stationed nearby cast various spells and surrounded the young man to kill him.

Whether it's brilliant light, or the pressure of a divine ring, or asking a real person to possess, all kinds of methods are displayed.

Zhang Yuanzhu had a frivolous look between his brows, and raised his arms casually. His skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs all over his body trembled at the same time, bursting out with tremendous power.

With a wave of his hand, the spear swept across.

In an instant, the light was extinguished, the divine ring exploded, and the possessed monk was cut in half.

Every step brings a corpse, and no cultivator can withstand even a single blow.

The Yan soldiers who were about to surround and kill stopped in their tracks and looked at the scene in front of them in horror.

The usually esteemed disciples of Xuanqing Temple fell like weeds. This scene was too shocking.

"Golden Light Pavilion!!!"

Guan Cheng roared with all his might, and a ray of divine light burst out of the dust, piercing through the sky and earth with great power.

Such an attack was wiped out by a single spear.

Zhang Yuanzhu was shrouded in golden light, like a god descending to earth, striding towards him.

It is irresistible and incomparable, making the monks of the same level despair.

"Brother, go away. You can't die here."

"Uncle Foundation Establishment Master, come quickly and kill the prodigy."

"Brother Guan Cheng, you have condensed the six magic patterns and have the hope of building a foundation and condensing evil spirits. You must not die here."

The soldiers of Yan State and the monks of Wuliang Palace surrounded and killed Zhang Yuanzhu like crazy.

Regardless of life or death, regardless of strength or weakness, just to hold the young man back.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, and golden light burst out, turning into spears and sharp swords, continuously killing the group of cultivators.

But just like stepping on an ant to death, it takes time to lift your foot.

Guan Cheng's eyes burst as he looked at his fallen fellow apprentices.

He is the most talented person in Xuanqing Temple, with the second level and one magic pattern of Qi training, and has the hope of becoming a hero as powerful as Xuanqing Zhenren.

Unexpectedly, a campaign would lead him into such a situation.

The person in front of him was definitely the peerless genius hidden in the Golden Light Pavilion, a being comparable to those in the temple.

"Thief, you will definitely regret coming here from the Golden Light Pavilion."

The young man roared, and a piece of jade floated out from his arms and flew straight into the sky.

Boom!

A five-colored cloud appeared, allowing most of the monks on the battlefield to see it clearly.

This is a signal unique to the Xuanqing Temple. When you see this signal, no matter how strong or weak you are, you must go to support it.

In an instant, powerful auras rose into the sky, and the foundation-building cultivators fought hard to get rid of their opponents.

Most of the foundation-building cultivators of the Qian Kingdom would cling to their opponents tightly, but there would always be one or two exceptions.

After Guan Cheng sensed several powerful auras approaching, the murderous intent in his eyes became more intense, and he glanced at the golden figure that was getting closer.

A thought.

His body turned into rainbow light and fled into the distance.

Zhang Yuanzhu had a cold expression on his face, and he wielded his spear swiftly, beating up several disciples of the Xuanqing Temple in succession.

Stab it!

With his spear stuck in the ground, he looked up with his eyes icy cold.

"Can you escape?"

Take down the crossbow and mana will flow in.

In an instant, the moonlight turned into a bowstring, and the silver arrow in the dantian trembled, casting a shadow.

Pull the string and nock the arrow.

shoot!
The arrows flew silently across the sky, and wherever they passed, lives fell like rain.

In an instant, he was behind Guan Cheng.

hum~
The silver arrow trembled slightly, and the divine light seemed to be defenseless and was easily pierced through.

A body fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings.

"Master's nephew!"

A foundation-building cultivator wailed and rushed towards the falling figure.

Zhang Yuanzhu had no expression on his face. He put away his bow and spear, turned around and left.

Blend into the army and start killing again.

To him, the fight just now was nothing. It was just that a cultivator with decent combat power blocked his way and was killed.

On the other side, a middle-aged Taoist priest was holding a body, a look of sorrow on his face.

The Taoist lowered his eyes and looked at Guan Cheng, whose face was pale.

He could sense that his nephew had only minor injuries on his body, but his soul had been destroyed.

"What happened? Who did it?"

The Taoist roared.

This is the evil seed of their Xuanqing Temple. In the future, they will either inherit the name of Xuanqing or open another temple.

Now he died here.

"It was a disciple of the Golden Light Pavilion who attacked and killed Senior Brother. He fled westward."

One of the surviving Yan soldiers spoke up and pointed in a direction.

boom!
The Taoist took a step forward and rushed in the direction indicated by the soldier.

At this time, the foundation-building cultivator from Qian Country who was rushing here slowly slowed down after hearing a few words.

"The disciple of Jinguang Pavilion, is it Hongwu?"

The foundation-building master from the Shi family of Qian country had a gleam in his eyes.

He remembered the unruly golden figure, and also his grandson who died unexpectedly.

After more than two months of investigation and many thoughts, he came to the conclusion that the death of his grandson Shi Zheng was definitely related to the sudden emergence of Hongwu.

In fact, it was done by this disciple of Jin Guang Pavilion.

The old man's face was sinister, and his speed dropped again.

In this way, he could always follow the middle-aged Taoist priest, avoid fighting with him, and prevent the Taoist priest from being stopped by other people from the Qian Kingdom who were building their foundation.

An old man and a Taoist are moving forward at a very fast speed.

After a cup of tea, a figure wearing black armor and holding a spear came into view.

In an instant, the icy murderous intent permeated every tiny area around.

kill!

The middle-aged Taoist priest attacked without a word.

The surging divine light filled the sky and the earth, and faint prayers echoed endlessly in the glory.

Large numbers of Qian country soldiers died, one formation after another was broken, the green shadow fell, and was submerged by the divine light.

Using a foundation-building body to attack a Qi-cultivating body broke the only remaining tacit understanding.

In less than a breath, roars came from the sky and from the army.

"Damn it, Yan Gou!"

"Old Monster Shi, what are you doing? You can't hold the enemy back and let them interfere in the battle."

Whether it's roaring or screaming, it's always too late.

After the surging divine light destroyed groups of monks, it soon approached a slender figure in black armor.

Zhang Yuanzhu's face was slightly tense. He was always on guard on the battlefield, so this kind of attack could not be considered sudden.

The young man's eyes were deep. Beyond the divine light, he saw the middle-aged Taoist priest full of murderous intent, and behind him were old men dressed in the clothes of the three major immortal cultivation families.

No retreat, no dodging, just face forward.

The combat boots beneath his feet exploded, and he stepped on the ground barefoot, and deep within his soul, [characteristics] moving mountains, coercion, and sharpness burst out simultaneously.

Within the body, magical power surged, the skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs trembled, and tremendous power continued to surge out.

The weapon formation engraved on the war spear shone brightly, and began to squeeze out every bit of potential in the weapon.

He stopped and leaned slightly.

An extremely simple movement, the vast divine light, caused ripples, slowing down a bit.

Raise your spear, arm, and throw it out suddenly!

The divine light was mighty, the spear was sharp, the two crossed the sky,
near!
near!!
Get closer!!!
Until contact!

Boom! Boom!

The deafening roar resounded throughout the surroundings, echoing in the sky and underground.

The surging divine light was split and pierced in the eyes of one soldier after another.

The bronze spear went forward against the light, moving forward again and again.

He crossed the sea of light and came in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The Taoist looked at the cracked spear, his face gloomy to the extreme, and stretched out his hand to grab the long spear.

The five fingers suddenly exerted force.

Bang!
The spear broke into pieces and fragments fell like rain.

"Good! Very good!!"

"As expected of a hero who could kill my nephew, my nephew has no regrets in his death."

The Taoist shouted and was about to attack again.

The ancestor of the Shi family in the back sighed in his heart. There was only one chance, but the other party failed.

Then, he rushed out and stopped the Taoist.

"Youngster, hurry up and leave. I will hold this man back."

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the old man deeply, then glanced at the surrounding wreckage, took a step forward, and disappeared on the spot.

He rushed into the other side of the battlefield, took out the blood-red halberd, and his fighting power was even more ferocious.

Piles of soldiers fell, and those with higher realms had their remains collected by him, while those with weaker strength were crushed into minced meat by him. There was no one who could compete with him at all.

However, no matter how strong one's Qi training realm is, it cannot affect the overall situation.

Half a day later.

The desolate sound of the horn echoed throughout the battlefield.

All the Qian Kingdom soldiers, monks, and great cultivators who were fighting slowed down their movements and began to retreat.

The attack is over!
Zhang Yuanzhu killed the soldier in front of him with a halberd and began to retreat.

He gradually joined the crowd of the Biluo Dharma Lineage and headed towards the camp.

"Brother Dao, are you alright?"

A female voice came from beside him.

There was worry in Biqi's beautiful eyes. She and her fellow brothers were in the formation and witnessed the confrontation between the young man and the foundation-building cultivator.

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded to indicate that nothing was wrong.

We are on the battlefield now, so it is not suitable to communicate too much.

After everyone had completely left the battlefield, they were about to rush back to the camp.

"Emperor Qian's order: The Biluo Dharma Lineage stops here. Do not leave."

An armored soldier came with the order, then clasped his hands and left.

Not only the Biluo lineage was like this, but also the spirit eaters, independent cultivators, and the three major immortal cultivation families. They all did the same and stopped at the edge of the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)