Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 254 Zhang Yuanzhu, this should be called gentle (4000)

He was in the Demonic Land and had just left the Demon-Suppressing Pass. He could not stay here for a long time.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was grim, and the corpse aura around him became increasingly sinister.

He doesn't have many magic tricks, but they are definitely not limited to the White Bone Demon.

With one step, wisps of black light emerged from his eyes, filling his eye sockets, carrying an aura of destruction.

kill!

Black light bloomed, like two magic swords.

In an instant, it tore through the group of ghosts, cut through the resentment, and stabbed the middle-aged man in green robe.

Stab!
An arm was reduced to ashes.

"What kind of secret technique is this!"

The middle-aged man growled, his face ferocious.

The black light was too fast and penetrated all the defenses directly, almost cutting off half of the body.

There was no response, only the long banner swung open and the bone claws came crashing down to kill.

And black rays of light streaked across the sky.

The air was filled with corpse odor, white bones were everywhere, and black light was everywhere.

Even though the green-robed demon cultivator struggled hard, he used all kinds of methods.

After a few breaths, it turned into a piece of debris and fell down.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand and took the falling black banner.

Lines formed from the fingertips, sealing away all the resentment, ghost energy, and negative energy.

With a flick of his sleeves, he collected the skeleton demon and the debris on the ground.

Then, he exerted force with his feet and shot out violently.

The boy's direction keeps changing.

After running thousands of miles away, Zhang Yuanzhu finally stopped in front of a raised rock mass.

Wisps of corpse qi surged out from the waist and slid down.

Zizzi~
The soil melted and a hole appeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped in without hesitation. Square arrays flew out, blocking the surroundings and concealing the aura.

He needed to deal with the demon cultivator's belongings immediately to avoid any hidden attacks.

At the same time, he also needs to sum up his gains and losses, plan his future itinerary, and his path of cultivation.

Inside the simple cave, a bright pearl was embedded in the cave wall, casting rays of light and dispelling the darkness.

The young man sat cross-legged and first took out the remains of the demon cultivator from the storage bag and placed it in front of him.

The white bone beads on the waist trembled slightly, floated to the broken body, and dropped traces of corpse qi, dissolving the remains of the foundation.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the bone bead, stretched out his arm, and spread his five fingers.

The light bloomed, and a long black banner appeared between the fingers.

The low-grade spiritual weapon - the black banner, is also the most precious item on the demon cultivator.

The young man's pupils were dim, and the secret art of breaking delusion burst out. He directly penetrated through the layers of resentment, ghost energy, and yin energy, and saw the countless resentments and evil spirits in them.

And the living souls that continue to fight and devour each other.

He fell into silence, his five fingers tightly gripping the long pole, murderous intent surging in his heart.

Call ~
"You died too easily!"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured.

Release your five fingers and lightly tap the long pole to lift the ban.

Wisps of ghostly energy rose from the black banner, infecting every corner of the cave.

The black flag shook violently, trying to break free from the palm.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the ghosts with ferocious expressions.

"I don't have the secret to salvation. I can only send you into eternal silence, away from pain."

His voice was gentle, as if he was speaking to the ghosts:

Strands of black light emerged from his eyes, carrying with them the purest destruction.

The black light bloomed, covering the black banner, like the most gentle palm in the world, gently brushing across each soul.

Destroy pain!

Destruction numbness!!
Destroy the soul!!!

Souls disappeared one by one, the endless fighting became silent, and the evil spirits and fierce ghosts seemed to have sensed something, no longer roaring, but quietly waiting for the arrival of the black light.

Click!Click!
Cracks appeared on the gun barrel and on the banner.

Zhang Yuanzhu was indifferent, and the black light did not slow down at all, still destroying the foundation of the black flag.

The soul resources, which are rare for all demon cultivators, did not move him at all.

It seems like a precious spiritual weapon, but it is not important to him.

It was unknown how long it took before the black light slowly dissipated, and the double pupils returned to black and white.

He felt the aftereffects of the destruction that had just taken place, and gained a deeper understanding of the Eye of Annihilation that he had obtained from the Black Horn Secret Realm.

In the past few years, most of his energy has been focused on improving his realm and condensing his magic patterns.

But it does not mean that he did not practice the three secret arts of the Jade Spirit Eyes, the Eyes of Nirvana, and the Delusion-Breaking Art (obtained from Dahuang).

With his talent, he not only gained something, but also tried to forge his own path.

'Soon! '

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered in his heart.

A pair of pupils became deeper and more vast, with vitality and destruction intertwined and blended, nurturing the harvest of many years.

Gathering his thoughts, the young man lowered his eyes and looked at the black banner full of cracks.

The black banner is pure, without any negative aura, leaving only an empty shell.

His palms rubbed the black flag.

"Lucky, it hasn't broken yet."

I thought the black banner would be destroyed directly due to lack of foundation, but I didn't expect it to survive.

Of course, the black flag now has no ability and is on the verge of breaking. Its value is only slightly higher than that of a top-grade magic weapon.

However, whether it will have [Characteristics].

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered in his heart:
'Control!'

The long banner disappeared, but soon reappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head. This low-grade spiritual weapon did not have any [characteristics].

The palm continued to detect the black flag, and magic power also flowed in.

what!
The young man was surprised that this spiritual weapon might be too badly damaged to be able to be sacrificed.

Of course, its power is only that of a top-grade magic weapon, and it will probably break after a few uses.

"But it's just right for me."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, and his magic power surged into his palm and began to refine it.

When walking on the Demon Mountain, try to use magic tools and methods unless necessary.

In less than an incense stick of time, the refining was completed.

hum~
The black flag trembled, emitting black light.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly tapped the flagpole with his five fingers, and the black light dissipated.

The long banner also shrank rapidly and disappeared into his arms.

Then, the young man fixed his gaze on the bone bead, and with a slight wave of his hand, it automatically floated around his waist.

Wait until the spoils are processed.

Zhang Yuanzhu had just begun to plan his future path of cultivation and itinerary.

As for cultivation, the most important thing for him now is to comprehend the "Thousand Stars Falling" and condense the magic pattern as quickly as possible.

After that, you can practice the skills and improve your realm.

As for the itinerary, he needed to obtain a more detailed geography of the Demon Mountain to facilitate his journey.

I kept thinking in my mind, and various methods emerged to find the simplest and safest way.

After an hour, the breathing exercise is over.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up, put on dark gold armor, carried the Dragon Prison Sword, and strode out of the cave.

The scarlet earth appeared before my eyes.

The boy figured out the direction and set off again.

Deathly silence, ruins, and piles of bones appeared one by one in the field of vision.

This land seems to have been forgotten, full of weirdness and uninhabited.

"Have the demons retreated and no longer considered Demon Suppression Pass their primary target?"

Zhang Yuanzhu speculated in his mind, but no one could answer him.

He was alone and had been running on the bloody plain for several days before he saw any trace of human beings.

It was a figure shrouded in the magic mist. The two faced each other several miles apart, then each left. Neither of them made a move.

Since seeing the demon cultivator, some vegetation has gradually appeared, the surroundings are no longer bloody, and there are more human traces.

However, Zhang Yuanzhu never came forward to talk, or there was no chance for conversation at all, and all the monks were extremely vigilant.

Until a city appeared on the horizon.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped and observed carefully.

The city is vast and densely populated. There are crowds of people at the city gates, and the sounds of laughter and noise can be heard even through the city walls.

The young man's pupils were half-closed. He needed to obtain information about the Demon Mountain, but he didn't know if he could get it in the city.

Of course, some protective measures must also be prepared.

Strands of corpse qi emerged from the waist, covering the body and obscuring the face.

He took a big step and strode towards the city.

The dark gold armor made a clanging sound as the footsteps moved, and a murderous aura filled the air.

Like a moving mountain, it crashed into the city recklessly.

One by one, the monks stopped and made way naturally.

Zhang Yuanzhu came to the city gate and looked at the words "Chi Ming" on the city wall.

He lowered his eyes and looked at several soldiers with gloomy faces at the city gate.

For a moment, the boy's pupils constricted, but soon returned to normal.

He took a step forward and walked towards the city.

"The entrance fee is ten medium-grade spirit stones." A hoarse voice came slowly from the side.

Zhang Yuanzhu had no expression on his face. He flicked his sleeves and ten spirit stones flew out and stopped in front of the soldier.

His pace remained unchanged as he walked quickly into the city.

The view suddenly opened up. On the bluestone-paved streets, there were women in gorgeous clothes, elegant scholars in blue robes, and stalls on both sides.

The air of worldly affairs filled the air, and it was as if I had returned to the fairy city of Guya Mountain, rather than the bloody plains.

Zhang Yuanzhu clenched the hilt of the knife with his five fingers, his eyes icy cold, and walked into the city step by step.

He did not ask about the news of the Demon Valley, nor did he buy any spiritual objects.

He just kept moving forward, as if he had entered a city, just strolling around without any goal.

"Is this fellow Daoist coming to Scarlet Nether City for the first time?"

"I'd like to come to the 'Devil Fragrance Pavilion' to play. The female cultivators in the pavilion will definitely satisfy you."

A plump, pretty woman leaned against the threshold of the attic, stretched out her hand, and beckoned softly.

Beside her, there were several beautiful women with different styles, also looking at the man curiously.

Zhang Yuanzhu paused and uttered a word:
"roll!"

The white bone beads on the waist trembled slightly, and wisps of corpse energy boiled, fierce and evil.

He passed the beautiful woman and continued forward.

When we arrived at the south gate of the city, we were about to leave.

However, his steps became slower and slower until he stopped.

It stopped at the junction of the city gate and the plain.

A soft sigh slowly came from the young man's back.

"After all, I saw it. If I don't kill you, your thoughts will not make sense."

Like a cold wind blowing, it was filled with extremely cold murderous intent.

In an instant, the bustling city fell into silence. Women, vendors, scholars, and noble ladies all stopped what they were doing and looked at the slender figure at the city gate.

Their eyes were dim and their mouths were cracked into exaggerated smiles.

tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu turned around, holding a pure white talisman in his hand, with the corners of his mouth raised, his smile was cold and cruel.

"Is it funny?"

"Then let's go to Huangquan and have some fun!"

The talisman obtained by killing the powerful man of Yuan Kingdom was activated directly without any hesitation.

Wow! Wow!
Layers of pale flames emerged from the sky and spread out.

In just a few breaths, half of the city was covered.

The temperature rose sharply, houses melted, city walls were charred, and figures on the streets turned into torches.

There was no wailing, no screaming, only the sound of cloth being torn.

All the peddlers and porters in the city had their skin torn open, revealing their bloody bodies.

"Painted Skin!"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured, with murderous intent burning in his heart.

The secret technique of breaking delusion was not wrong. All the living beings in the city were slaughtered. They were disguised as their appearance and experiences in their previous lives and reincarnated here.

"die!"

A long roar.

The white flames filled the sky, like heavy rain, burning the entire city.

The painted skin turned to ashes and the flesh and blood turned to charcoal.

But there were too many 'people', and streaks of blood burst out and blended with each other, like a sea of blood, fighting against the flames.

The painted skins, like swimming fish, slid in the sea of blood.

A pair of empty eyes stared straight at the figure in dark gold armor.

"This kind of talisman reminds me of Guya Mountain."

Dense and overlapping sounds came from the sea of blood.

A graceful woman appeared on the street, her red lips slightly parted:
"My fellow Daoist, I have invited you to the Demonic Incense Pavilion. Why are you so angry and disturbing my cultivation here?"

boom!
The pale flames fell and submerged the woman.

"Are you so angry because I skinned all the creatures in the city and turned them into blood corpses?"

A baby crawled onto the gravel, its innocent eyes looking ahead curiously.

Another flame fell, burning the baby to ashes.

"This method is not normal. Skinning and pulling out tendons is already extremely friendly."

He seemed puzzled, yet also provocative.

One after another, painted skins hidden in the darkness appeared, and boys, teenagers, beggars, and scholars were all destroyed by the flames.

"found it!"

Zhang Yuanzhu's pupils were dark, and he stopped at an open space.

The magic power surged, and he used all his strength to activate the talisman, consuming the energy within it unscrupulously.

At the same time, exert force with the soles of your feet.

boom!
The earth collapsed bit by bit, and a figure instantly tore through the sky, carrying a rolling wave of air, and rushed towards a pile of rubble.

Boom!

The earth exploded and dust rose up.

One blood-red, one jet-black, the two figures fought rapidly.

The shrill sonic boom and deafening roar echoed between heaven and earth.

boom!
The black light bloomed, like a devilish sun, constantly erasing the blood light.

The bloody figure stumbled backward, but could not break free.

"You think you can defeat me with an unknown formation."

The old man in the blood-stained robe roared.

It was simply an unexpected disaster. He just massacred an entire city to refine the secret technique, but a fight broke out.

One mysterious spell after another burst out, turning into a torrent and rushing forward.

Zhang Yuanzhu took a step forward, stirring up a billowing gust of wind and blowing up a cloud of dust.

A pair of eyes were as black as ink, with strands of black light overflowing and wrapping around the arms.

Raise your arms and make fists.

kill!

The punch was as sharp as a knife, instantly cutting through the torrent of magic and causing spots of blood to appear on the old man's chest.

On the ground, the two men fought hard.

In the vast sky, the sea of blood and the pale flames collided and intertwined.

Outside the city, demon cultivators gathered and watched the fight in the sky and on the ground.

Some have greedy eyes, some are gloomy and cold, and some murmur sickly.

But no matter what the attitude was, no one intervened, just quietly waiting for the result.

"This pale flame seems to be the bloodline power of the royal family of Guyashan Yuan State."

Someone whispered, their voice filled with malice.

(End of this chapter)