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Chapter 243 Zhang Yuanzhu: Is she really dead? (4000)

Hearing this, the mask on Zhang Yuanzhu's face slowly disappeared, revealing a handsome and resolute face.

Especially those double pupils, where light and darkness are intertwined, and life and destruction are fused.

Call ~
The old man exhaled lightly and took a half step back.

"The seventh person from Zhang Yuanzhu Immortal Soldier Valley, it turns out to be you."

He had heard of the name of this genius. He was born a beggar from a humble family, but he had grown to where he is today. His talent and talent were beyond doubt.

"Fellow Daoist, the Qian Kingdom was at fault and is willing to make amends and end this grudge."

The old man clasped his fists with a sincere expression.

Perhaps the Tai Ri and Paper Man Taoist lineages can look down on the Zhuo Yang Dharma lineage.

However, outside of the three major side sects, the weight of one Ningsha Zhenren and dozens of foundation-building masters in the Zhuoyang lineage is enough to crush 99% of the forces.

The Qian royal family, which experienced the defeat at Yinming Mountain, was no exception.

"Ah!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled and stopped his halberd.

"If I kill you, how long can the Qian Kingdom's royal family last? Once it collapses, all treasures will be taken away at will."

"Youngster, why are you so aggressive? Why not listen to my compensation?"

The old man's dragon robe fluttered, his silver hair danced wildly, and his hands were clenched behind his back.

Even Master Ningsha found it difficult to remain calm after hearing the following words.

"The Qian Kingdom has millions of miles of mountains and rivers, royal resources, and spiritual objects. All of them are given to you, along with the Burning Sun Dharma Lineage."

"That's enough!"

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his pupils slightly and raised the corners of his mouth in a playful manner.

"What use is there for me in the Qian Kingdom? Am I supposed to be like the three great families, stabilizing the country for you, the Zhao family, and dragging the Burning Sun Dharma Lineage into the mire?"

He had no intention of taking over this broken ship.

Moreover, if he wants something, he will take it himself without asking his opponent to give it to him.

Yes, since the beginning of the pursuit, all the people of the Zhao family of Qian State have become opponents, without exception.

He doesn't want to change now, and he doesn't want to change in the future.

The True Lord's aura subsided, and the Thunder Snake Talisman in Zhang Yuanzhu's arms stopped flickering.

The blood-red halberd under his feet shone brightly, transforming into a rainbow light, carrying the young man towards the sky.

The old man wearing a robe with thousands of dragons on it had no sincerity on his face, only coldness remained.

He felt the young man's determination and the other party's unwillingness to resolve the feud.

He slowly raised his hand, then lowered it, raised it again, and lowered it again, repeating this process several times, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

Until the rainbow light disappeared and there was no more chance.

"Alas, the road to becoming an immortal is long. He has a strong character and is unwilling to yield. He may not be able to grow up."

The old man sighed softly, and could only comfort himself in this way.

Once the action is taken, regardless of whether it succeeds or not, the Zhao family will be destroyed.

After making a decision, he could only leave this hidden danger to future generations.

Soon, the old man suppressed his emotions and looked in the direction of the Li and Liu clans, with murderous intent in his eyes.

If Zhang Yuanzhu's threat is in the future, then the threat from the three major immortal cultivation families is now.

He wanted to eliminate the threat with his own hands.

……

Zhang Yuanzhu's body turned into rainbow light and rushed across the sky.

Mountains, rivers, and grass kept passing by his feet. He recalled the conversation just now, his eyes as deep as the abyss.

Threats, inducements, trying to force him to resolve the grudge.

Ah!
dream!

Since the Zhao family has chosen to surround and kill us, we must be prepared to fight to the death.

At that time, he was in a very miserable state in the southeast region. He had no time to rest. He issued orders to kill demons and cursed them.

Moreover, when the Shi family was exterminated, he was used as bait, if the True Lord talisman in his arms was not fake.

He had already taken action to destroy the Zhao family's foundation a long time ago, so why would he waste any words?

Thoughts in my mind, rainbow light across the sky.

For several days, he stayed awake and completely away from the Shi family.

Afterwards, Zhang Yuanzhu stopped at the foot of a mountain.

The mountain was steep. He walked to the front of the rock wall, stretched out his hand, and a red-gold light bloomed at his fingertips.

In an instant, the rock wall melted and a cave was opened up.

As you step in, lines appear from under your feet, covering the entire cave.

In just a few breaths, a simple cave was opened up.

Zhang Yuanzhu inserted his halberd into the ground, sat cross-legged, and began to count the gains and losses of this battle.

This time, the ambush was too tight on time, and the terrain was ordinary, so we only had time to kill two people, and the losses were considerable.

The glazed mirror was shattered, the Zhenyue Axe was broken, the bone demon's head was chopped off, and even the blood-red halberd beside it was full of gaps.

Fortunately, the skull of the Skeleton Demon is still there, and it can be used after some repairs, but its potential will inevitably be greatly reduced.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked helpless. He lost two top-grade magic weapons and didn't know whether this gain could offset it.

A flick of his sleeve.

A long spear and a headless corpse wearing dark gold armor appeared in front of him.

The young man stretched out his hand, grasped the spear, rubbed the gun barrel with his five fingers, and felt the warmth from his fingertips.

He lowered his eyes and carefully observed the spear.

The spear shaft was long and thick, as crystal clear as black jade, with the word "black crystal" engraved on it. The tip of the spear was sharp, stained with blood, and carried a sense of tragedy.

"The Black Crystal Spear is considered top-notch among the top-grade magical instruments."

Zhang Yuanzhu observed and made further inferences.

This spear is far more valuable than the halberd next to it, but unfortunately he doesn't like using guns. It would be better if it were a knife.

The young man felt regretful and put away his spear.

Then, his eyes turned to the wreckage on the ground
Stretch out your hand and make a gentle move.

The dark golden armor separated from the corpse and floated down.

what!
Zhang Yuanzhu's palm sank; the weight of this set of armor was beyond his expectations.

Five fingers tap lightly, making a "clang" sound.

The young man tapped his forehead lightly. The armor was good, also a top-grade magic weapon, but it was broken at the neck and needed to be repaired.

With a flip of his hand, he put away the dark gold armor.

Afterwards, he started searching for the remains of the corpse, but apart from some spirit stones and elixirs, he did not gain anything else.

Call ~
Zhang Yuanzhu let out a breath of foul air.

As a result, the only complete top-grade magic weapons left are: the Golden Gangzhu (the trophy from killing the Golden Armored Elephant in the Black Horn Secret Realm) and the Black Crystal Spear.

Both the blood-red halberd and the dark gold armor need to be repaired.

"enough!"

The young man spoke, he was powerful in combat and did not rely on magic weapons.

While thinking, he waved his hand, and the cracked bone bead flew out of his arms and landed on the flesh and blood of the foundation.

Zizizi~
Strands of blood began to melt, flow into the cracks in the bones, and began to repair.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the corpse, then looked away, placed his arms flat on his knees, and began to recover the magic power he had consumed from running all the way.

Time passed, the sun set and the moon rose, and before we knew it, it was late at night.

The boy's closed eyes suddenly opened.

He adjusted his spirit, magic power and body to the peak.

He slapped the monster bag on his waist with his palm, and a yellow shadow rushed out.

Wang Wang~
A yellow dog appeared in front of him, happily circling around Zhang Yuanzhu, its tail wagging constantly.

"Master, Da Huang has finally broken through to the fourth level of Qi training and can help you."

The big yellow beast's eyes were full of excitement.

It regards the young man in front of it as a father and a master, and will be very happy as long as it can help the other party.

A gentle smile appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's face. He reached out and touched the dog's head. "Thank you for your hard work."

After years of waiting, it is finally time to reap the fruits of your labor.

A kind of pupil technique that can see through illusions and large formations, which is of great help whether it is setting up formations or fighting enemies.

He withdrew his hand, and his black and white eyes stared at the big yellow beast's eyes, observing carefully.

At the same time, a trace of magic power flowed into Da Huang's head, sensing the beast's eyes.

Zhang Yuanzhu was extremely careful in his actions, exploring bit by bit.

Time passed, the night faded away, and Zhang Yuanzhu finally ended his perception and chuckled:

"sorry to bother you."

I gained a lot from this observation, but it will take some time to master this pupil technique.

"Wang Wang~"

Dahuang jumped up and down, his face full of joy.

"Master, I can continue."

"No, let's take a break."

Zhang Yuanzhu waved his hand.

Next, he did not plan to go out, but planned to go into seclusion here to improve his cultivation again and thoroughly master Dahuang's natural pupil technique.

Then his cultivation level broke through to the eleventh level of Qi training.

After all, he only had a few steps left to complete the tenth level of Qi training.

Deep in the soul, there is a mirror composed of red and blue light.

Realm: Qi training level 84.56 (%)

In three months at most, he would be able to attempt a breakthrough and enter the eleventh level of Qi training.

After making the decision, he no longer hesitated, took out the Great Sun Spirit Essence from his arms and placed it on his abdomen.

Rays of golden light burst out from the abdomen and merged into the magic power around the body, solidifying the magic power in the dantian.

Zhang Yuanzhu was immersed in practicing and mastering the pupil technique, regardless of day or night.

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two and a half months have passed.

In the nameless mountains and rivers, inside a cave, a slender figure sat cross-legged.

His black hair was draped over his shoulders, his eyes were closed, and a faint glow emanated from his body.

That radiance did not contain any fluctuations of magical power, it was a characteristic of a flawless body, an instinctive one.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanzhu opened his eyes, and his double pupils, like two suns, were circling around him.

Vitality and destruction are intertwined and merged, as if something is gestating.

He frowned slightly, feeling the heat in his arms.

A thought.

A small red sword floated out and hovered in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched the sword with his fingertips.

The next moment, an old man wearing a red cloak, with red hair and a stern face appeared in front of him.

"Master Huo, is there anything important that requires you to see me?"

The jade sword was the connection given to him by the Taoist tradition before he left the Dharma lineage, and it has always been his connection to the Dharma lineage.

This was the first time Dharma Lineage contacted him directly, and he was still so anxious.

The old man's figure was a little illusory, his eyes half closed, and he spoke softly:
"During this period of time, many major events have occurred in the sect. As the future mountain master of the Dharma lineage, you should be aware of this."

After a pause, Huo Lao spoke directly:
"The Spirit Eater lineage has declined and is no longer able to take on the role of the thirty-six lineages of the Immortal Weapon Valley. It has been kicked out of the Immortal Weapon Valley and replaced by the Black Horn lineage."

"Black Horn?"

Zhang Yuanzhu was stunned.

He originally thought that the ancestor of the Shi family was killed, and the three major families were too busy to take care of themselves and unable to plan the Soul-Eating Dharma Lineage.

Now, the Black Horn lineage has emerged, and the word Black Horn reminds him of the secret realm in the Land of Chaos.

Old Huo sighed softly. The last time they talked, he naturally knew some of the boy's experiences in the chaotic land.

"It's the Black Horn you're thinking of. Supported by the Paper Man Dao Clan, Chen Guang, the former owner of the Black Horn Square in the Chaos Land, serves as the mountain master."

"Rumor has it that the Paper Man lineage gave some of their gains from the Black Horn Secret Realm to this lineage."

"interesting!"

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression subsided and he chuckled.

It seems that the Paper Man Dao Clan has been standing behind the three major immortal cultivation families. The three major families suffered heavy losses, so they naturally switched to another force for support.

The young man didn't care too much. There were too many opponents and he didn't mind adding one more.

"The second thing is that the Qian Nation was defeated and retreated to the Yinming Mountains, and the sect's attempt to attack the Wuliang Palace completely failed."

"The Qian Kingdom lost all its resources due to the destruction of its army. It ceded 100,000 li of land and mountains to the Yan Kingdom in the northwest and 30,000 li of land and mountains to the Yuan Kingdom in the southeast. At the same time, the three major families in the northeast rebelled, and the country was in turmoil."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded. He had expected such an outcome.

In this battle, the Qian Kingdom was defeated miserably. Even if the leader of the Zhao family was still alive, he would not be able to control the overall situation and suppress the chaotic people's hearts.

After all, the old ghost himself won't live long.

The above two pieces of news did not move the young man too much.

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his arms flat on his knees, his eyes as deep as the starry sky, staring at Old Huo quietly.

"Senior, please speak frankly if you have anything to say. This time you are meeting me, there should be more to it than just these things."

If these were just insignificant matters, why would it be so troublesome?

Old Huo sighed and lowered his head to hide his facial expression.

After a long, long time, he finally uttered a few words.

"Ye Jinxian of the Yixing Dao Vein of the Immortal Weapon Valley is dead!"

boom!
The entire mountain and river were shaking, and a violent and brutal aura rose up, sweeping across the vast wilderness.

Boom!

The mountains and rivers collapsed, then exploded, turning into rubble all over the sky.

A figure in a red robe stood up, his eyes deep and demonic.

Qi and blood mixed with magic power erupted like a volcano, collapsing the clouds, blocking the sun, and the feeling of burning permeated every inch of the surrounding area.

The trees dried up, the earth was scorched, and the rivers evaporated.

For Zhang Yuanzhu, there are always some people who are special, irreplaceable, and remembered deep in his heart.

In Jiangshui City, a welcoming order was given. Outside Jiangshui City, a jade boat was boarded. On the Thousand Soldiers Peak, a thousand methods were hinted at. The Burning Sun Method gave the Vajra Liquid. On the way back to the Beast Taming Secret Realm, the Demon Daoist was killed.
The grace of bringing him into the Tao, the affection of saving his life, and the heart of protecting the Tao for him.

He has not forgotten any of these events and has engraved them in his heart.

But now someone told him that Ye Jinxian had died.

At this moment, even with Zhang Yuanzhu's temperament, he could not remain calm, and all kinds of emotions were boiling.

I don’t know how long it took before the extremely explosive momentum began to subside, and the magic power and blood that filled the world were absorbed into the body.

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly let out a breath of frustration.

The murderous intent in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and he could not utter a single word no matter what.

"Fairy Ye, she..."

The boy's voice was filled with hoarseness.

"She, really fell?"

At this moment, Huo Lao also stood up, raised his head, and his hard face was filled with regret.

"The soul fire is extinguished, the spirit tablet is shattered, the words of the Yixing Dao lineage itself."

Zhang Yuanzhu was silent, raised his head and looked up at the big sun hanging high in the sky.

"Did she die at the Three Altars Festival?"

Old Huo sensed the suppressed emotions in the young man's heart. He knew that Ye Jinxian was special to his descendants, but he didn't expect it to be so special.

The old man shook his head.

"Ye Jinxian participated in the Three Altars Ceremony on behalf of the sect and gained a lot of benefits for the sect."

"She didn't die at the Three Altars Ceremony, but was surrounded and killed on her way back by the Puppet Sect, the Infinite Palace, and the Soul-Eating Poison Palace!"

(End of this chapter)