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Chapter 257 The Peak of Painted Skin is Full of Corpses

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the monk, sensing the peaceful aura emanating from him.

boom!
The palm of light swelled and slammed down even more fiercely.

The old monk sighed softly, seemingly helpless.

Layers of Buddhist light emanated from his body, and countless praises echoed within the formation.

The monk raised his arms to support the sky and met the giant palm.

One is radiant and dazzling, the other is holy and sacred.

The two attacks, spanning the sky in an instant, collided.

Boom!

Amidst the deafening roar.

The Buddha's light and the flames intertwined and annihilated each other, and the earth was also gradually buried.

Finally, the Buddha's light dissipated, and the giant hand exploded.

“Benefactor, this old monk has no ill intentions.”

Kong Ding clasped his hands together, spoke softly, and his face was filled with compassion.

"I came from the Spratly Islands, solely for the purpose of salvation."

"enough!"

Zhang Yuanzhu gave a low shout and stood up.

Like a towering mountain, it stands in harmony with the grand scheme of things, constantly rising higher and higher!
rising!!

It's climbing even higher!!!
It seems to have no limits.

He stretched out his hand and grasped it in mid-air; the rusty bronze furnace appeared in his palm.

"I see it, your sorrowful soul trapped beneath this skin."

Take one step at a time!
Boom!

The entire formation exploded in an instant, and all the great power converged towards the sky.

A furnace composed of endless flames floated in the sky, radiating light and heat.

At that moment, the air distorted, and the earth began to melt.

As far as the eye could see, there was only light and flame, nothing else.

"Painted Skin Peak, come and meet your death!"

The young man let out a long roar, and the Azure Flame Furnace in his palm crashed down.

Above the vast sky, a massive furnace plummeted, incinerating everything in its path.

Upon receiving this blow, the old monk lowered his clasped hands, and drops of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

His face was sometimes contorted with rage, sometimes showing a look of relief, as he faced the furnace without moving.

"Does this old bald monk still want his soul to be scattered?"

"You are one of my few treasures."

A hoarse female voice came from inside the old monk's body.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody gash appeared on the monk's back, and a dark figure stepped out.

She was an old woman with a hunchback and an ugly appearance.

The moment the old woman appeared, an aura that shook heaven and earth surged forth, sweeping across the vast wilderness.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was solemn. He had sensed such an aura from the Lord of Biluo Mountain and the Shi family patriarch; it was a powerful aura unique to the ninth level of Foundation Establishment.

The furnace wall of Azure Flame activated the array formation directly without a moment's hesitation.

In an instant, the smashed furnace swelled up again by a large circle.

The old woman looked up at the smashed stove.

The wrinkled hand was raised, covered with layers of blood-red light, as clear and translucent as a red gemstone.

Extend your palm to meet the rising wind.

In an instant, it covered the earth, and every finger was as tall as the mountains.

"Kid, so young and already accomplished this much. It seems I'll have to add another item to my collection before entering the Ancient Demon Graveyard."

The sound was sharp, like two pieces of iron rubbing together, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The old woman raised her hand and clapped it towards the sky.

The furnace and the blood-red palm touched across the sky in an instant.

Boom! Boom! Sizzle~ Sizzle~
Flames and blood mingled, and the furnace clashed wildly with the palm of a hand.

Rolling waves of air, mixed with blood and flames, crashed against the heavens and earth.

Kill! Kill!

The battle cries shook the heavens as Zhang Yuanzhu and the old woman unleashed their full power.

A series of booming sounds rang out, shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Kid, the formation is broken and its remaining power is almost exhausted. Also, your methods of enhancing spiritual weapons won't last much longer."

"I'll take your skin; I'll treasure it and keep it with that foolish monk." "Too much nonsense!"

Zhang Yuanzhu grinned, holding the fire furnace in one hand and raising the other hand to pull it out of the air.

A burst of black light appeared, and a black banner covered in cracks appeared between the five fingers.

Step forward, then retract your arm.

kill!

The long banner was thrown out, like a black dragon, traversing space and stopping against the blood-red palm.

The array of components and the already engraved [characteristics] ignite and unleash their power simultaneously.

The magical black banner exploded, like a black sun rising, obliterating a large amount of blood light.

The smashed furnace instantly crushed the bloody palm and engulfed the old woman.

Rumble!
The heavens and earth trembled, and endless flames erupted, destroying everything in their path.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, overcoming numerous obstacles, and saw the blood-red figure still struggling desperately at the center of the attack.

He did not use this opportunity to escape, nor was he uneasy about the broken formation, nor did he hesitate to move forward.

A smile played on his lips, a thought that crossed his mind.

A series of star rings emerged from his body, hovering above and below, making him appear like a deity descending to earth.

Ta-ta-ta~
With strides forward, against the currents and the radiance, we walked step by step into the distance.

The star rings floated above and below, deflecting various aftershocks.

His red robe fluttered in the wind, his black hair flew wildly, exuding an indescribable air of boldness and fierceness.

With his arm raised, streaks of starlight transformed into long blades, shooting out with the boy's every step.

One spell after another intertwined, transforming into a terrifying attack.

Every now and then, blood splattered, only to be ground to dust.

"You brat, you deserve to die!"

A mournful wail, accompanied by a furious roar of defiance, echoed in the radiance.

However, this does not change the absolute disadvantage.

If things continue like this, she will die, at the hands of a mere Qi Refining cultivator.

The old woman's charred face was twisted and contorted as she stared intently at the approaching, slender figure.

For the old woman, what had just happened was an utterly unexpected disaster.

She struggled to pull a yellow jade key from her bosom; this was her true purpose in coming here—to enter the Ancient Demon Graveyard.

The place where she entered was inexplicably covered by a large formation, which even enveloped her, and then the fighting began again.

Enduring the excruciating pain emanating from all parts of his body, he formed a series of hand seals.

The yellow jade key trembled violently, bursting forth with rays of light that enveloped the old woman.

At that instant, the jade key obtained from the elder of 'Crimson Nether City' flew directly out of the storage bag, bursting forth with rays of light that covered the boy's body.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in his tracks, staring at the yellow light with a furrowed brow.

In the next instant, a young man and an old woman transformed into yellow light and disappeared into a nearby hill that had mostly collapsed.

The world fell silent.

There was no more roaring sound, only the devastated landscape telling the story of the fierce battle.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu's perspective shifts, and the scarlet earth and shattered mountains and rivers disappear.

What came into view was pitch-black soil, piles of white bones, and wisps of rising demonic mist.

"This is where?"

Zhang Yuanzhu scanned his surroundings and found nothing but bones and demonic energy.

A moment later, he turned his gaze to the broken jade key in his palm.

He frowned slightly, quickly analyzing his own situation.

“Benefactor, this is the ancient demon graveyard.”

A gentle voice came from afar.

Immediately afterwards, a monk wearing a bright red kasaya and a blue monk's robe walked over.

Zhang Yuanzhu was expressionless, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, and his hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

"Painted Skin Peak? Monk?"

With a single, soft remark, he seemed to have discerned something.

“You have a good eye, benefactor. This place is special; it has cut off all contact, offering only temporary freedom.”

Kong Ding clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, benefactor, for giving this humble monk a moment of peace."

(End of this chapter)