Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 264 Destroying Demons, Saving Humanity (4000)

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, its silvery rays falling upon the earth.

Zhang Yuanzhu never stopped walking, continuing to circle the city.

A pair of unfathomable pupils carefully examined every inch of the array inscribed on the city wall.

An hour!
Two hours!!
It wasn't until late at night that Zhang Yuanzhu finished observing the formation protecting the city.

A thought came to my mind.

Square arrays appeared and silently fell to the ground.

At the same time, array patterns spread out from beneath his feet, merging into the city's protective formation.

He moved very quickly, running across the land.

This is not about redeploying the formation, but simply modifying the existing city-protecting formation.

For him, who possessed the secret technique of 'Discerning Illusions', it was extremely easy.

As dawn broke, everything was completed.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood before the city walls, gazing at the slowly opening city gates with a cold expression.

"The timing was perfect."

He intends to bury all the demonic cultivators in the city.

Palms raised.

Boom!

On the city wall, patterns emerged, twisting and flashing wildly; the array plates buried in the earth burst forth, bursting with dazzling light.

Immediately afterwards, beams of light shot straight into the sky, shattering the clouds.

In that instant, the entire city was glowing, dazzling to the extreme.

Only then did the creatures in the city react, gazing at the city so brightly lit it seemed to be burning.

"Who set up this large formation outside the city? What is their intention?"

“A formation master has altered the grand formation, intending to keep us here.”

"Which madman dares to do such a thing in a city under Paper Doll Peak's control?"

Long howls echoed through the heavens and earth, and demonic figures transformed into rainbow light, scattering and fleeing.

Whether soaring into the sky or charging towards the city walls, they were all scorched by the radiance and turned to ashes.

On the street, several old men in black robes saw the horrific state of the demons and immediately took out their compasses and cast spells.

Immediately afterwards, he shouted loudly.

“A master of formations has reversed the great formation, turning the sky, the four city walls, and even the earth into a dead end.”

"Go to the city gate; that's the only chance of survival."

As soon as the words were spoken, several old men in black robes rushed toward the city gate at top speed.

One by one, the demonic cultivators, their eyes bloodshot and bursting with demonic energy, resisted the beams of light and madly rushed towards the city gate.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were cold and sharp. He opened his palm and cast a spell.

Boom!

The city trembled, and the light that shone across the city walls became so dazzling that it spontaneously combusted, burning everything like a furnace.

Above the earth, it was as if a great sun was shining, radiating boundless light and heat.

The Demon City was transformed into a desolate wasteland.

Countless demonic cultivators turned to dust and burned away amidst their wails.

He stood before the city gate, unmoved in the slightest.

One by one, demonic cultivators appeared on the street behind the city gate, their bloodshot eyes staring at the boy.

Inside and outside the city gate.

Their eyes met; one was ferocious and terrifying, desperately seeking survival, while the other was cold and ruthless, filled with murderous intent.

There were no unnecessary words, not even angry curses or shouts; the only thing between them was the deepest killing intent.

One after another, the demonic cultivators rushed toward the city gate like madmen.

In just a few hundred meters, most of the demonic cultivators had been burned to ashes by the flames, yet not a single one of them chose to retreat.

Zhang Yuanzhu manipulated the formation with one hand and rested the other on the hilt of his sword, watching the cultivators charging towards him.

Step forward, draw your sword.

cut!
The flashing blades were dazzling, like a dream.

It was as if the evening breeze was brushing past each figure.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle~
Heads fell, blood gushed forth, and figures collapsed one after another.

Behind the city gate, everything was empty, with corpses floating everywhere and blood flowing freely.

Then, it was burned to ashes by the flames and vanished completely.

However, more demonic cultivators soon appeared, and they bypassed the slash marks and continued forward.

Zhang Yuanzhu had only one response.

kill!

The Dragon-Binding Blade swept across the sky, its dazzling light rising in succession, causing the demons to fall.

"Who are you?"

A Foundation Establishment cultivator appeared from the end of the street, half of his face charred black, and rushed forward, desperate to survive.

Zhang Yuanzhu blocked the exit, looking at the Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator with amusement.

He's here today, let's see who can leave the city.

Having reached the Foundation Establishment stage of the Demonic Path, he said no more and immediately made his move.

kill!

A sea of ​​blood surged forth, extinguishing flames, and swept forward.

The blade flashed violently, like a dragon or a mountain, entangled and slashed.

In an instant, the two began their most intense battle.

Ten breaths later, the enormous head fell to the ground, and the body was chopped into pieces.

However, a bloody mark was left on the boy's chest.

Time ticked by, and Zhang Yuanzhu remained standing before the city gate, slaying one demonic cultivator after another.

His body was covered in more and more scars.

His aura, instead of weakening as his injuries worsened, became even more domineering.

Especially his eyes, which grew brighter with each battle, as if the sun were embedded within them, burning with intense fighting spirit.

No one knows how much time passed, but the city collapsed and the earth turned into scorched earth.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood leaning on his sword, panting heavily.

Suddenly, the boy turned to the side, and a golden bell appeared above his head, casting rays of golden light.

Stab it!

The golden light shattered, turning into fragments that scattered and fell in all directions.

A black light flashed, carving out a ravine stretching for miles behind the boy.

At the same time, a figure darted out from the scorched earth and fled into the distance.

Zhang Yuanzhu drew his long sword and slashed down with a thunderous roar.

The golden bell above their heads trembled and emitted a series of chimes.

The clang of swords and the tolling of bells intertwined, the flashes of swords and golden light followed, and in an instant, they traversed the sky and slashed down.

Rip! Rip!
Paper figures appeared one by one and then tore apart, until finally the flash of the blade engulfed the figures.

The unknown cultivator, like a bird with broken wings, fell to the ground.

Zhang Yuanzhu took a few steps and arrived at the spot where the enemy had landed.

What came into view was an old man draped in a black robe, missing an arm, with half of his body charred and lifeless.

Clearly, it was hidden in the shadows and survived the great formation, but it also suffered heavy damage.

"who are you?"

"We have never met before, why are you massacring the city?"

The old man roared, his voice hoarse, his eyes fixed on the approaching crimson figure.

The old man was filled with resentment. The mastermind behind everything was just a Qi Refining Realm consumable, which had forced him to this point.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, only slowly raising the Prisoner Dragon Blade, its chilling killing intent permeating every inch of the ground.

Faced with such murderous intent, the old man roared desperately, his body twisting wildly.

"You can't kill me. I am the guardian of Huapi Peak, here on orders from a great figure."

"If you kill me, you will surely die."

The long sword slashed down without the slightest hesitation.

Stab it!

His entire body was chopped into pieces.

Only one storage bag floated down and he put it away.

Bang!

The long sword was sheathed.

Zhang Yuanzhu turned around and walked towards the battlefield. He first came to the trench that the old man in black robes had cut out and quickly searched it.

Soon, a flying sword appeared in sight.

It was a seven-foot-long flying sword, its blade entirely black, with blood-red patterns engraved on the hilt, both sinister and powerful. It had once torn through the golden bell's defenses in an instant, nearly severely injuring him.

He reached out and gently scooped up the flying sword, which landed in his palm.

With a light tap of five fingers, one senses the flying sword.

A slight smile immediately appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's face.

Low-grade spiritual weapon!

He flipped his hand and put away the flying sword, gazing at the scorched earth.

Looking up, his eyes were dark and unfathomable, and he saw countless wronged souls and hatred filling the sky.

These are all the living souls of the paper figures after they were burned. He deliberately spared them, preventing their souls from being scattered.

Sitting cross-legged, golden patterns appeared on his robes.

"When the burning house of the three poisons is consumed, one sees the sacred mountain covered in snow, and all conditioned Buddhas are like a dream."

As the Buddhist scriptures echoed, the crimson-gold robe fluttered in the wind, radiating rays of Buddhist light.

Compassionate and peaceful.

In the next instant, the crimson-gold Buddhist robe automatically fell off and floated in the sky, its Buddhist light constantly changing.

It covered an area of ​​several miles and blocked out the sun in the sky.

Strands of Buddhist light appeared, intertwined and entangled, transforming into Buddhist characters that poured down.

In an instant, the resentment dissipated, the hatred vanished, and all negative energy melted away like ice and snow meeting the sun.

One by one, the souls clasped their hands together, slowly bowed, and then disappeared.

The crimson-gold Buddhist robe made him appear even more sacred and serene, yet the boy showed no sign of a smile.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent for a moment, then slowly began to speak:
“Hatred and hatred should not be let go, but only in this way can you return in peace.”

"One day, I will avenge all your grievances and hatred."

It seemed as if he was confiding in someone, yet also as if he was talking to himself.

No one listened; he was all alone.

He stood up and went on to enlighten one region after another.

Like the Buddha descending to earth, his compassion is beyond words.

His steps gradually became unsteady; after continuous fighting and strategizing, he was finally getting tired.

However, the chanting never stopped.

After all the living souls had returned to their origin, Zhang Yuanzhu put on his red robe again, transformed into golden light, and disappeared into the sky.

The young man's brow furrowed slightly as he recalled the words of the old man in black robes before his death.

It can command a cultivator at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, who is at least at the peak of Foundation Establishment, or even a True Person of Condensed Qi.

What exactly are the old men guarding the city for?
He was puzzled, but he did not immediately search the old man's storage bag to investigate.

Zhang Yuanzhu was nearing his limit and needed to find a secluded spot before searching.

Mountains, rivers, and ancient forests flowed past beneath our feet.

He stopped the rainbow light and descended only above a stream where spiritual energy was scarce.

Without hesitation, array plates flew out from his bosom, spreading out in all directions to form an array and conceal his aura.

Stepping towards the stream, they carved out a cave dwelling directly beneath the flowing water.

The cave dwelling was simple, with a bright pearl embedded in it, dispelling the darkness and bringing light.

The boy sat cross-legged, with a black flying sword and a storage bag floating in front of him.

His gaze swept over the two spoils of war, and he reached out and grasped the flying sword.

Whispering in my heart:

'Take control!'

In an instant, the flying sword vanished.

Deep within the soul, subtle changes also occurred on the surface formed by the divine radiance of red and blue.

Mastery: [Level 2] Crimson-Black Sword (Characteristic: Sharp)

“Sharp?”

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

He had encountered this characteristic before on the low-grade magic weapon, the Serpent-Slaying Sword, but he had already discarded it.

The flying sword obtained from the sect's 800-mile trial possessed only minor [characteristics] and was not very useful.

But what about the low-grade spiritual weapon, the Crimson Black Sword?
The boy looked expectant, and with his fingertip pointing downwards, he gently tapped the ground.

Stab it!

A narrow, dark crack appeared, extending hundreds of meters deep.

It should be noted that he did not use any magical power, nor even the physical strength he possessed.

"Not bad!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled.

This magical artifact alone is enough to justify this fight, not to mention the other gains.

Moreover, killing those demonic cultivators also brought him joy.

His gaze shifted to the storage bag.

He stretched out his palm, grasped it firmly, and lines appeared on his palm, breaking the restriction on the storage bag.

Turn the bag upside down and give it a gentle shake.

Wow~Wow~
Various miscellaneous items fell to the ground: spirit stones, bones, paper figures, and various magical artifacts.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were sharp as he carefully searched and categorized the spiritual objects.

Soon the spirits were divided into three piles.

The mid-grade spirit stones, high-grade spirit stones, and some common spirit ores were piled up and collected by Zhang Yuanzhu as cultivation resources.

The items piled up in the middle were various miscellaneous items, magical artifacts, paper figures, and other useless things.

The young man, dressed in a flowing red robe, radiated Buddhist light, and converted all beings.

The items piled on the right side are the fewest, but also the most valuable.

A jet-black jade slip, filled with an eerie and demonic aura.

The half-timbered wooden stake, blood-red in color, contained resentment, yin energy, and various negative energies, and was densely engraved with various runes.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared intently at the wooden stake, his eyes deep and insightful, having seen through its true nature.

Like a vast ocean of negative energy, the runes confined the area to a small space, intertwining with the vitality inherent in the spirit wood, nurturing life.

Or say, a baby.

The boy's lips curled into a smile; he seemed to understand what the old man in black robes was guarding.

They sealed off the city, absorbed the various auras of the demonic cultivators, and then used the spirit wood to nurture their clones.

By piecing together various clues, he roughly deduced the plan.

"Ah!"

"The Demonic Path's Strategy."

The young man chuckled, a mocking glint in his eyes.

In the next instant, Buddha's light shone forth, filling the cave.

There was no peace, no compassion, only the icy chill of annihilation, like the wrathful gaze of a Vajra, scorning the demon.

The resentment on the wooden stake dissipated layer by layer, and the runes dissolved.

"I am Elder of Huapi Peak. I am not sure what misunderstanding this may be, but I am willing to resolve it."

A childish voice, filled with sincerity, came from the wooden stake.

"As a disciple of Buddhism, the Master should compassionately help others. I am willing to stay with the Master and listen to his teachings."

The lack of response, or rather, the ever-increasing brilliance of the Buddha's light, is the response itself.

Zhang Yuanzhu seemed not to have heard anything, completely erasing all negative energy inside and outside the wooden stake.

Strands of Buddhist light seeped into the wooden stake, transforming into chains that tightly bound the infant.

Then, using his fingers as a pen and the Buddha's light as ink, he began to inscribe the image on the wooden stake.

"You little bald monk, you're courting death! My mind is connected to yours; even if we're separated by millions of miles, we can still communicate."

bang~
The chains were suddenly pulled out, and the baby's mouth, including its teeth, exploded open, turning into a bloody mist.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged as he continued to inscribe the patterns.

A cup of tea!

A stick of incense!

Half an hour!

He stopped what he was doing, looked directly into the infant's eyes filled with resentment, and slowly uttered a single word:
"change!"

In an instant, Buddhist patterns began to shimmer on the wooden stake.

The immense life force within the infant surged forth like a river, merging into the wooden stake.

Every drop of flesh, every strand of hair, and even every inch of life force is being drawn away and re-infused into the spirit wood.

woohoo~
The piercing screams continued, but they did not move Zhang Yuanzhu in the slightest.

The pain of being torn to pieces is nothing compared to the lives lost because of this clone.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the infant, nurtured by the spiritual wood and various negative energies, was completely absorbed into the spiritual wood.

At this moment, the wooden stake had long lost its blood color, but instead was lush and translucent, brimming with vitality.

(End of this chapter)