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Chapter 230 Zhang Yuanzhu: Old Ancestor, you are so lame! (3000)

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the rubble, looked around, and frowned slightly as he watched the army slowly stop.

The next moment, his pupils constricted.

Not only him, but all the cultivators of Qian Nation, regardless of their strength, suddenly changed their expressions.

They saw a hand.

He has fair skin, distinct joints, and a few wrinkles on his palms.

This is the palm of an old man, with an air of old age that is hard to conceal.

But at this moment, all living beings, including Zhang Yuanzhu, were staring at the hand that appeared from the end of the sky.

The whispers echoed and spread among the army.

"Master Ningsha!"

True Man Ningsha of Qian State was the first to take action.

While I was thinking, the hand that emerged from the distant sky spanned the vast sky, and was very close, right above my head, covering this world.

Slap it down!

Boom!

With a roar, the mountains collapsed and the earth collapsed.

The Yan soldiers were a massive and imposing sight. The blood flowed like a river. The blood rain mixed with bones dyed the mountains and rivers red, and the corpses were scattered like mountains.

With just one palm strike, 90% of the Yan invaders were already dead.

Zhang Yuanzhu clasped the halberd's handle with five fingers, his eyes deep as he looked at the collapsed mountains and rivers in front of him, the piles of corpses, and the Yan Jias who were sitting on the wreckage, crying and laughing, looking like crazy.

"This attack has probably been planned for a long time. The Yan army is exhausted and their minds are relaxed from building their foundation. This is the perfect opportunity to strike and kill."

The boy analyzed in his mind.

And the result was just as the immortal had expected, the Yan army was destroyed in one blow.

As long as they can prevent the subsequent backlash, Qian Kingdom will win this time.

"Brother Daoist, how dare that Immortal from Qian Country do this? Immortal Weapon Valley and Wuliang Palace have clearly already discussed it."

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his free hand and patted the woman beside him, calming her uneasy heart.

"Useless words, no need to say anymore."

"Now follow your great grandfather closely and don't stay here."

The young man tilted his head slightly, moved closer to the woman's pretty face, and whispered instructions.

"You come with me."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanzhu raised his head and smiled at the woman in the green skirt.

Then, he mixed into the army and disappeared among the crowd of Biluo Fachuan.

He looked at the wreckage in front of him. These were all resources to him. As long as he could obtain a very small part of it, the bones transformed from the White Bone Demon would be enough.

"Zhao Zhugou, you are looking for death!"

A long roar shook the mountains and rivers, and set off a rolling wave of air, bombarding towards him.

One by one, the soldiers coughed up blood and retreated. Even Zhang Yuanzhu felt his blood boiling.

His body trembled slightly, he suppressed the surging blood and energy, and looked around.

He saw a flash of a knife.

This knife was as light as the wind and clouds, dancing by with grace, just like a poet dancing with ink and writing a brilliant poem.

At first glance, it looks like a gentle discussion between friends.

The next second, the knife's momentum changed, and extreme brutality and murderous intent filled the sky and the earth.

In an instant, he chopped off the arm that was knocked down.

Stab it!

The flesh and blood tore apart, and the blood flowed down like the sea. The rich essence of life permeated every tiny place.

The huge hand that covered the sky suddenly rose up and struck the knife light horizontally.

Boom! Boom! !
Amidst the deafening roar, endless light bloomed, obscuring the vision of all living beings.

Wait until the sword light fades and the glory fades.

Zhang Yuanzhu saw two figures that looked like gods and immortals standing in the sky and confronting each other.

The next moment, the two real people flew straight into the sky and killed towards the distance.

Huge roars, like thunder, rang out one after another, shocking everyone.

"Emperor Qian's order, the army attacks!"

"Emperor Qian ordered that all the Yan invaders be killed, leaving no blade of grass behind."

"Emperor Qian's order: slaughter 50,000 miles of mountains and rivers with blood and kill all the Yan bandits."

Resolute orders were issued throughout the army.

Subsequently, the entire army of Qian State attacked.

Zhang Yuanzhu had an indifferent expression on his face as he strode forward towards the wreckage on the ground.

For him, this war, this trial, is over.

From now on, it will be a war that he cannot intervene in.

Quickly come to a corpse and sense its approximate strength when it was alive.

He stretched out his hand and made a gentle move.

The skeleton disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu wandered around the battlefield, constantly collecting the corpses of strong men.

"I discovered it first. How dare you attack your own people?"

A low roar came from a distance.

He took a step forward, heading towards where the sound came from. Within a few breaths, he arrived in front of a collapsed valley.

At this moment, the two groups were confronting each other over a drop of blood.

There were several corpses lying at their feet, all of them were Qian people, and it was obvious that a fight had taken place.

A group of people were wearing the clothes of the three major immortal cultivation families and had arrogant expressions on their faces.

The group of people were dressed in rags, with varying strengths of aura. It was obvious at first glance that they were wandering cultivators.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the two groups of people, and then his eyes stopped on a drop of blood.

The blood color is crystal clear, like a gem, but it exudes a sense of dusk.

'The blood of the True Man Ningsha.'

The boy made a judgment in his heart.

It’s just right to take it off and use it as food for the White Bone Demon’s promotion.

Holding a blood-red halberd, he strode forward.

"It's you, a disciple of the Golden Light Pavilion. This belongs to my country, what do you think..."

"die!"

The halberd was swung like a blood dragon, tearing the enemy apart in an instant.

Blood sprayed, and limbs fell. He had never been polite to the three major immortal cultivation families of Qian Country. They didn't really think that he was here to help Qian Country fight.

"Crazy! You're crazy, actually attacking here."

"I'm just a disciple of the Golden Light Pavilion. We are under the command of the Immortal Weapon Valley."

"My fellow cultivators, work together to kill this outsider, and we will divide the blood equally."

Several wandering cultivators looked at each other, with a slight hesitation, but in the end they all rushed forward to surround and kill him.

The Jinguan Pavilion is too far away, while the three major immortal cultivation families are very close. If we can gain their friendship, it will undoubtedly be a good choice.

As for the two sides still fighting just now?

Ah!
All independent cultivators are like this. For the sake of profit and cultivation, they can change anything.

Zhang Yuanzhu had a blank expression on his face, his body covered in golden light, and his halberd danced like a dragon's roar.

In four breaths, a layer of flesh and blood was added to the earth, and all the three major immortal cultivation families and individual cultivators died.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the bright red blood, sensing the power contained within.

The corners of his mouth curled up in amusement.

With this drop of real human blood, the Skeleton Demon can now try to advance to the next level.

This trip to Yan State ended successfully.

He was not planning to stay here and acquire more resources.

He flipped his palm, put the 'real person's blood' into the jade box and put it away.

But before leaving, some things need to be cut off first.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep as he took out a token from his arms and looked at the huge amount of military merit on it without any intention of exchanging it.

He clenched his empty hand into thin air, and a silver arrow appeared in his palm.

Holding the arrow in his hand, he suddenly thrust forward.

Bang!
The token exploded and turned into powder.

A faint trace of light in the darkness was also pierced.

He had originally used waste blood to drip the token, and the force was weak, so it was not difficult to cut it off.

Now everything is ready, it's time to go.

The palm loosened and the silver arrows dispersed.

He turned around and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a roar resounded throughout the sky and the earth, making all the Qian army look horrified.

"The ancestor was defeated! Our army was defeated!!"

"Run!"

For a moment, all the Qian army was at a loss, with disbelief in their hearts.

Even Zhang Yuanzhu was surprised. It was probably less than half an hour since the battle between the Qian Kingdom's royal ancestor and Xuanqing Zhenren began.

Since you chose to take the initiative, even if you are not sure of victory, you should be able to delay until the Qian army wins.

How can it be so lame!

The thoughts in his mind were not slow in his movements.

He restrained his breath, took off his pitch-black armor, and ran away at high speed.

Debris, dead trees, and collapsed mountains and rivers kept passing through the field of vision.

He was moving away from the battlefield at a very fast speed, heading towards Qian Country.

At the same time, one by one the monks and soldiers reacted and stopped killing the remaining Yan people. They all started to flee.

Just now, they witnessed with their own eyes the great power of Master Ningsha.

With one blow, blood flowed like a river, and both the strong and the weak died.

It makes people unable to resist.

buzz~
A slight sound of a sword came from the end of the sky and earth, spreading at an extremely fast speed.

Immediately afterwards, a brilliant sword light that pierced the sky and penetrated the earth cut through the mountains, tore through the sky, and slashed towards all the Qian people.

bang bang bang~
One after another, figures exploded, turned into blood mist, and were then obliterated by the sword light.

At this moment, whether it is the foundation-building stage or the Qi training stage, there is no difference at all.

The knife light continues to move forward!
forward!!
Keep going!!!
He killed a large number of soldiers and monks, but he became weaker and weaker as time passed.

Zhang Yuanzhu, who was moving away from the battlefield, felt a chill on his neck.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the knife light that was coming to kill him.

The knife flashed brightly and was very close, but fortunately it had lost its initial sharpness and only had a little bit of strength left.

But even so, Zhang Yuanzhu did not underestimate it.

The inky black talisman in his arms (Shi Zheng's foundation-building talisman) burned rapidly, and wisps of black mist emerged, covering his entire body.

At the same time, a glazed mirror floated upward, dropping rays of precious light.

Twenty rays of divine light emerged, floating up and down, and layers of golden light flowed and adhered to the skin.

Deep in the soul, [characteristics] hardening, vitality, and coldness burst out at the same time to protect itself.

Zhang Yuanzhu took a step forward, raised his arm, and punched.

kill!

The fist shone brightly as it resolutely met the sword light.

bang bang bang~
The black fog was extinguished, the precious light was shattered, twenty gods were destroyed, the golden light was torn apart, and the sword light slashed at the young man's chest.

And Zhang Yuanzhu also saw the figure standing in the sky through the light of the sword.

The man wore a half-faced green wooden mask, with the right side of his face covered, revealing only half of it. He was dressed in a green robe that was spotless, and had a light and cool air, as if he were neither human nor immortal.

Just standing in the sky, there is an aura of dignity spreading out.

"Xuan Qing!"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured.

The flash of the knife engulfed the young man.

In an instant or perhaps eternity, a slender figure flew out and fell into the distance.

Boom!

Dust rose up, and a figure shot up and flew away into the distance at a high speed.

"interesting!"

True Man Qingxuan was surprised and did not strike again.

Instead, he turned his gaze towards the fleeing Foundation Establishment cultivator, and his figure flashed by.
the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu's body was covered with wounds and blood, but he survived in the end.

A blue light flashed in his eyes, and he tried his best to recover from his injuries. His [Characteristic] vitality burst out, allowing the minor wounds to heal quickly.

The aftermath of the knife strike had already caused him serious injuries, but fortunately he managed to survive.

He memorized the figure wearing the Aoki mask and left quickly.

(End of this chapter)