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Chapter 255 Zhang Yuanzhu: Slay them all to avoid any mistakes (4000)

The demons seemed not to see the dark light filled with demonic intent, nor the wisps of corpse energy.

"They are spies who have sneaked in from another sect. Let's join forces to kill them."

A young man with a ferocious face and four arms took over the conversation and immediately made his judgment.

The demons sneered, their eyes flashing as they watched the battle raging in the distance.

Whether it's a heretical sect or not is never important; as long as there's even the slightest weakness, they'll swarm in and attack.

Neither the old man of Painted Skin Peak nor the unknown person would be an exception.

……

The battle on the ground grew increasingly fierce, with specks of blood splattering, making the soil even more crimson.

The two fought with all their might, battling to the point of madness.

Ah!
The old man in the blood-red robe wailed as he retreated, wounds constantly appearing on his body.

He is going to lose, and he is going to die.

The inexplicable suppression from the formation prevented him from using his full strength, resulting in a crushing defeat.

"So, you're afraid of death too."

His deep voice suppressed a raging fire.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were cold and sharp. He raised his arm and his five fingers changed, forming a series of ancient hand seals.

This is a technique, and also a fist seal.

With each step, the fist thrusts forward.

An unparalleled fist light erupted, transforming into a black lotus that blasted forward.

In an instant, the blood-red light shattered, and the magical artifact turned to ash.

The fist print pierced through his chest.

Blood splattered, staining the armor red.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared coldly at the old man.

Looking at him, his mouth was open, as if he wanted to say something.

Tear!

With a slight tremor, his entire mangled body shattered into pieces in an instant, scattering to various places.

At that moment, silence fell over both heaven and earth.

In the sky, the sea of ​​blood could no longer contend with the pale flames and was evaporated into nothingness.

Each and every painted mask has turned to dust.

Dark light burst forth on the earth, obliterating everything around it.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the rubble, turned to the side, and looked at the demonic cultivators gathering in the distance.

His lips curled into a wide grin, exuding an air of unbridled arrogance.

Within the Fallen Demon Mountain, all cultivators are worthy of being killed.

boom!
The ground beneath him cracked and crumbled, and a figure shot out, pushing aside billowing air.

"Those pigs and dogs dare to spy on me."

In an instant, several demonic shadows were torn apart, and blood and bones flew everywhere.

"Insanity!"

"How dare you! You're only at the Qi Refining stage."

"Fellow Daoists, follow me forward and kill this bandit from Ancient Cliff Mountain."

"It must possess treasures, otherwise its combat power would not be so formidable."

……

A series of loud shouts echoed through the sky.

One after another, demonic shadows soared into the sky and fled in unison.

The path of immortality values ​​privacy, and those who cultivate demonic arts are the elite among them.

With the cultivators of Painted Skin Peak falling so easily, why would anyone be foolish enough to step forward in this situation?

Even Zhang Yuanzhu was taken aback by this move, which was followed by an even more violent attack.

Blood and qi surged, magical power surged, dark light crisscrossed the heavens and earth, and fist light engulfed one demonic shadow after another.

He went all out, and Qi Refining stage demonic cultivators fell one after another, while Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were also killed at close range.

His armor was stained with blood, and his fists revealed bare white bones, yet his steps remained forward, his pursuit unwavering.

Kill! Kill!

Such carnage, such demonic nature—no demonic cultivator would ever again believe that the boy was a heretic from the Ancient Cliff Mountain sect.

I don't know how much time has passed, or where I am, I only know that I have wiped out all the demonic cultivators in my sight, and there is no one left.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped the killing and leaned against a tree trunk, panting heavily.

Despite his best efforts, he still managed to get most of the demonic cultivators to escape.

"Fallen Demon Mountain, Demonic Cultivator!"

The young man spoke softly, his spine straight, like a long sword piercing the sky.

Sharp and violent.

"You all deserve to die!"

They took a step forward, about to leave.

A beautiful figure walked towards them from afar.

She had a graceful figure, snow-white skin, and was draped in a light veil that swayed in the wind, making her alluring and beautiful.

She moved forward gracefully, surrounded by wisps of mist, like a fairy descending from a painting.

The contrast between snow-white skin and scarlet earth, the collision of pure white clouds and bloody filth, all exude an eerie atmosphere.

"He roamed thousands of miles, using his Qi Refining cultivation to kill three Foundation Establishment cultivators and more than a dozen Qi Refining peak demonic cultivators."

"Fellow Daoist's talent is astonishing. May I ask which sect you belong to?"

A cool, clear voice traveled between the two of them.

The woman was clearly hiding in the shadows, observing for a long time.

tower!
The woman stopped a hundred meters away, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face with slightly parted red lips.

"Or perhaps, fellow Daoist, you come from another realm?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was indifferent, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

The blood flowing between his fingers and palms stopped, and his muscles began to move, recovering from the injury.

"Fellow Daoist? You dare to address me like that!"

His body trembled, and his surging blood and qi rose like smoke, shattering the clouds and obscuring the sun.

Each step felt like a mountain collapsing, carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression.

"I can smell the stench of Huapi Peak from a great distance."

They simply saw that he was exhausted and wanted to take advantage of the situation.

A thought.

A torrent of blood energy surged down, intertwining with streaks of dark light that burst forth, combining to charge forward.

"Giggle~"

The woman chuckled softly, her alluring charm and ethereal aura vanishing in an instant.

"Such pure blood essence, you are indeed from another realm."

"No wonder he was so angry."

A woman in a light veil extended her slender hand.

One figure after another appeared behind him, some old, some young, some strong, some weak.

One person reached out, a thousand people reached out, ten thousand people reached out, all bracing against the collapsing blood and qi.

Boom!

The entire space trembled, and figures collapsed one after another, but in the end, they managed to withstand the attack.

"You're really powerful, but how much strength do you have left?"

The white veil fluttered, revealing her graceful figure, and the woman's smile became even more charming.

"Fellow Daoist, why not return with me and exchange ideas? Surely..."

"So much nonsense!"

Zhang Yuanzhu coldly replied.

The dark light that enveloped him suddenly exploded, and streaks of starlight fell from the sky.

A golden sun and a bright moon rise behind, their light reflecting off each other and illuminating the heavens and earth.

With the continuous fighting, it was inevitable that their identities would be exposed, so there was no need to hide them anymore.

With a single step, a seemingly simple action, the entire world trembled.

His tall, slender figure seemed to rise infinitely high in the woman's eyes, filling the heavens and earth, becoming the only one of his kind.

"The next blow will send you into reincarnation!"

Raise your arm and spread your fingers.

Boom!

Starlight intertwined to form a giant hand, emerging from the heavens and enveloping the mountains and rivers.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep, and his palm slammed down.

Starlight forms the palm, the sun and moon revolve around it, crushing down.

All escape routes were blocked.

In this magnificent scene, the woman no longer possessed her initial composure.

"Who exactly are you from?"

How could it be possible to reach such a level as the Qi Refining Realm?

Her martial uncle (the old man from Crimson Nether City) was dead, and since he relied on some mysterious formation, this was now the most real and undeniable power. This reminded her of the several prodigies in her sect, and the path she was currently walking; he had likely already traversed it.

One after another, illusory figures emerged from behind him, densely covering the earth.

These illusory figures include a Taoist with sharp sword energy, an unruly demonic cultivator, and a ghostly cultivator... Each illusory figure is a testament to her journey and her efforts to transcend the superior spiritual platform.

These illusory figures stepped forward, all disappearing into the woman's delicate body.
In an instant, the woman's aura expanded and grew stronger at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

Raise your arm, bring your five fingers together, and form a palm blade.

kill!

The blade slashed upwards in reverse, unleashing a burst of crimson light that rivaled the brilliance of the sun, moon, and stars.

The woman in the light veil gazed expectantly at the blade slashing upwards.

A slash, a palm strike, the two never ceased…

near!

near!!
Get closer!!!
Until they touch!

There was no stalemate, no roar, only the blood-red light extinguished and the blade shattered.

Xing's palm trembled slightly as she struck down.

Rumble!
The earth churned, dust rose, and a beautiful figure turned to dust in an instant.

A charming laugh drifted slowly through the smoke and dust.

"Excellent magic, excellent palm strike! I, Wang Xi, have learned a great deal!"

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with his palms closed, remaining silent.

The secret technique of "Discerning Illusion" was activated, and the eyes saw through layers of obstacles, scanning the surroundings.

'found it! ’

Whispering in my heart.

A stone bow covered in runes appeared in his palm.

An arrow formed from condensed moonlight appeared.

Nock the arrow, draw the string!
shoot!
The arrow flew like a meteor, traversing the sky in an instant and striking the hill.

Boom!

The hills were erased, leaving a narrow ravine that stretched for miles across the land.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, the stone bow in his hand disappeared, and he sighed softly.

"Escaped?"

There was no more time to think about it, and no time to pursue them.

Starlight emerged and transformed into a rainbow before disappearing.

There's quite a commotion here; we need to leave as soon as possible.

The scarlet earth, grass, trees, and rivers flowed past beneath my feet.

Only after he was far from the battlefield did he leave, his figure disappearing into the starlight.

Then, relying on its physical strength, it ran at full speed, constantly changing direction.

The golden talisman in his bosom activated, concealing the secrets of heaven.

At the same time, the array plate in his arms was activated, dispelling the aura.

Half an hour has passed!

An hour has passed!

Two hours have passed!

It took Zhang Yuanzhu half a day of running before he was able to carve out a simple cave dwelling underground.

He sat cross-legged in the corner, leaning against the cave wall, breathing softly.

His armor fell off piece by piece, revealing a body covered in wounds.

Yin energy, ghostly energy, and all sorts of negative auras emanated from the wound, appearing ferocious and terrifying.

He successively killed Foundation Establishment cultivators, pursued them for thousands of miles, and finally, despite his injuries, defeated the proud woman.

He was exhausted!
Of course, even when exhausted, he could still fight and make his enemies bleed.

As he pondered, wisps of blue light appeared in his eyes, and a rich vitality permeated every nook and cranny of the cave.

Deep within the soul, the Azure Star Fruit pit floats up and down on the branches and leaves of the Seven Treasures Tree, bursting forth with vitality.

Both worked together to repair the wounded body; muscles writhed, all negative energy dissipated, and the skin reappeared.

With all-out efforts to recover, the injury was completely healed in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"Fallen Demon Mountain, demonic cultivators?"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, his eyes cold, a coldness that never faded.

Based on what he had seen and heard over the past two weeks, he vaguely guessed the common way of life in this region.

It's consumables, resources, and goods, definitely not people!
Twisted, insane, perverse—that's what demonic cultivation is all about.

In comparison, many of the unorthodox sects of Guyashan are quite good, possessing the most basic morality.

'Demonic cultivators are no longer human!'

The boy whispered to himself, suppressing the murderous intent within him.

He extended his palm and waved it gently.

Streaks of light flew out and hovered in front of him.

Those were storage bags, all spoils of the battle.

With a flick of his fingers, the storage bag opened, and various spiritual items and miscellaneous objects poured out.

Waaah~ Hehe~ Sizzle~
The air was filled with the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves, and all sorts of evil things fell to the ground.

There were blood-red headscarves, overflowing with resentment; there were also mother and child demons trapped in jars, howling incessantly; and there were robes sewn from human skin, moving without wind, emitting sounds of laughter.
There were so many of these items that they covered the ground beneath my feet.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, his coldness receding and replaced by calm as he looked at the various sinister and demonic creatures.

After a long, long time, he slowly began to speak:
"The Fallen Demon Mountain, the Puppet Sect, and many other demonic sects must all be eradicated to avoid any omissions."

The voice was soft, but it carried an indescribable seriousness.

With a gentle wave of his outstretched hand, crimson-gold flames appeared out of thin air, burning all evil things and threatening to incinerate everything.

As time passed, the blood-red skull crumbled inch by inch, and the mother and child demons in the jar turned to dust in the flames. The human skin robes twisted violently, turning into charred remains.
All evil objects, regardless of their value, were destroyed.

After an unknown amount of time, only two items remained on the ground.

A bead glowing with blood-red light, and a yellow jade key.

Zhang Yuanzhu first picked up the yellow jade key and examined it carefully. He saw densely packed runes inside.

These runes intertwined and interlocked, forming the yellow jade key in a way he couldn't understand.

The boy frowned slightly, rubbing the jade key, and then suddenly clenched his fist.

Bang!
The air exploded instantly, turning even gold and iron into iron powder.

"Ah!"

"interesting!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, slowly loosening his fingers to reveal the perfectly intact jade key.

This jade key, along with the blood-red bead on the ground, were both found in the old man's storage bag at Painted Skin Peak.

It now appears that the yellow jade key is more valuable than the magical artifact beside it.

A thought came to my mind.

The yellow jade key disappeared into the storage bag.

Then, Zhang Yuanzhu turned his gaze to the blood-red bead.

Reaching out, I picked up the drop of blood, feeling the coolness it sent through me, and whispered to myself:
'Take control!'

In an instant, the blood-red bead disappeared.

Deep within the soul, the mirror composed of red and blue divine light is also changing.

Control: [Level 2] Bloodlight Orb (Trait: Tracking)

"Tracing the trail?"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

This is a new "characteristic," and he had a guess in his mind just from the literal meaning of the words.

Are we searching for clues?
The boy's eyes gleamed as he took out a golden bell from his robes and held it in his palm.

In an instant, he instinctively looked south, as if in some distant, unknown place, there existed a being connected to the Golden Bell.

Zhang Yuanzhu naturally knew the name of that creature.

Xie Beiling!
Aside from him, he was the only cultivator who had ever controlled the Golden Bell.

The boy's pupils contracted slightly; this was the [Special Feature] Tracking, which allows him to locate the person based on related items.

Even though the feeling was vague and the location wasn't very clear, it was still terrifying.

Almost instantly, Zhang Yuanzhu also thought of his target for this trip—Ye Jinxian.

Could I use this [feature] to find this old friend, or their remains?

Without hesitation, he began to recall whether he possessed any of Fairy Ye's items.

A moment later, a piece of paper appeared in his palm. The paper was old and simple, and there were words engraved on it.

The formula for the Diamond Elixir was a secret medicine given to him by Ye Jinxian to refine his physical body.

The next moment, the [Special Feature] Tracking was unleashed.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the southwest direction, a very faint feeling resonating in his heart.

Too far away, sometimes connected, sometimes disconnected, but real and true.

That is.
"Fairy Ye, I can feel it!"

The boy's lips curled into a smile.

He was on the right track and was getting closer to the correct direction.

(End of this chapter)