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Chapter 265 Full of Spirit and Fighting Spirit (4000 words)

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand and stroked the emerald green wooden stake.

"With such abundant vitality, it must be at least a high-grade spirit wood, or even higher."

The boy exclaimed in admiration, sensing the almost surging vitality emanating from the wooden stake, and nodded slightly.

As expected of a spiritual object that could enable Elder Yifeng to create a clone, it is perfectly capable of forging a new Nuo mask.

He did not immediately decide on the shape of the casting.

A thought came to my mind.

As the wooden stake disappears, the mirror in the depths of one's heart also changes.

Control: [Level 1] Ebony Wood (Characteristic: None)
'No special features?'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

With a clench of his fist, the blackwood material appeared and was then stored in his storage bag.

He turned his gaze to the last item, a jade slip emanating demonic energy.

As the palm extends, rays of light emerge, covering the five fingers.

Then, he grabbed it.

Zizzi~

The various negative energies rising from the jade slip were instantly obliterated.

The boy gripped the jade slip tightly with his five fingers, probing into it with his consciousness.

boom!
He saw a knife, a demonic knife that tore the heavens and earth apart and slaughtered all living beings.

The blade, gleaming with a chilling aura and a deep demonic intent, slashed down at his head.

Roar!
A dragon roared.

A crimson dragon appeared out of thin air, charging towards the sky and clashing and fighting with the demonic blade.

Dragon scales scattered, demonic energy collapsed, and in the end, they all returned to nothingness.

The jade slip in Zhang Yuanzhu's hand shattered and turned into powder.

At the same time, a cultivation technique entered his mind.

Seven Demon Blades!
"The Demon Blade?"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, beginning his exploration of her mind.

In an instant, his expression changed from relaxed to serious, then to solemn, and his eyes also showed admiration.

"Excellent swordsmanship, what a heaven-defying demonic sword!"

While the first five strikes of this demonic sword technique were impressive, they were nothing special to him.

Even after the next two strikes, he had to clap his hands in admiration. With the sixth strike, he poured out all his essence, energy, and spirit, cutting down his life along with the blade.

The seventh strike requires one to rely on their own will to struggle against death and deliver the final blow.

To live from the brink of death, and to return once more.

Moreover, once this demonic sword technique is unleashed with the first strike, there is no turning back; either the enemy dies or the user is already dead.

"Many heroes have emerged throughout history, but I wonder how many can live alongside me for the same lifetime."

Zhang Yuanzhu sighed softly, his voice filled with disappointment.

He has been invincible all the way, with no peers able to stand in front of him and fight him.

Nature made him feel lonely and lost.

Some older, powerful figures, however, relied on their profound cultivation level and abundant magical power.

When he finds himself in the same situation, it will only take one strike.

He quickly skimmed through the "Seven Demon Blades" in his mind, intending to transform it into resources for his own swordsmanship.

At the same time, streaks of blue light bloomed, beginning to heal the injuries.

Dividing his attention, Zhang Yuanzhu continuously recovered himself and studied swordsmanship.

He didn't plan to stay there any longer and would leave soon.

He hadn't forgotten the dying threat from that infant's doppelganger; it was better to leave sooner rather than later.

Of course, if he encountered special terrain, he wouldn't mind killing that elder.

Time passed and the night passed.

Zhang Yuanzhu had already adjusted himself to his peak condition. He stood up and walked out of the cave.

With each step taken, a crack would appear in the cave.

Once he was completely gone, the entire cave collapsed with a roar, and the stream poured in.

The surrounding array plates rose up, erasing all traces.

A streak of dark light shot straight into the sky, traversing the heavens before disappearing into the horizon.

……

For the next few days, Zhang Yuanzhu kept changing directions to conceal his presence.

Of course, he would also set up formations in special areas and leave his own clothes as traps.

A streak of dark light streaked across the sky, with mountains, rivers, and villages flashing past beneath its feet.

Suddenly, the rainbow light paused slightly, the dark light dissipated, revealing a figure draped in a red robe.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly. Another of the traps he had set had collapsed, and it was getting closer and closer to him.

"Is the pursuit underway?"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

His eyes flashed with murderous intent.

They landed directly on the mountains below, using their feet to propel themselves into the hillside.

Quickly create a cave, take out all the miscellaneous items from the storage bag, and infuse them with the [Trait] Explosive.

Magical artifacts, spirit stones, demonic weapons, elixirs... the spiritual items obtained from the battles over the past six months have filled the cave.

The boy extended his hand, drops of blood seeping from his fingertips, falling to the ground and leaving behind his scent.

Such explosive power is something even a True Immortal of Condensing Fiends cannot ignore.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled into a wide grin, exuding an air of unbridled arrogance.

Subsequently, they set up formations around the area to disguise it as a place for secluded cultivation.

After a final glance around, the figure slowly disappeared.

Time keeps passing.

An hour!
Another day has passed!

Two days have passed!!!

A demonic figure shrouded in black mist appeared at the edge of the earth.

When they reappeared, they were already in front of the majestic mountains.

"Another formation?"

Hu Li was filled with rage.

He used the blackwood to create a clone, but it was destroyed by an ant.

You have to understand that he put a lot of effort into that clone, which was planned to increase his chances of breaking through to the Condensing Fiend Realm, but now it has been destroyed.

It was still ruined by a nobody.

Therefore, given the recent turmoil Zhang Yuanzhu has stirred up in the Crimson Plains, and Hu Li's strength, it's easy to find out the other party's identity.

Moreover, Hu Li used the sect's teleportation array to arrive in this area and began hunting down that ant.

Following the scent, they were drawn into one formation after another.

Although I wasn't injured, it was incredibly annoying.

A thought came to my mind.

A tiny paper figure appears in the palm of your hand, and you flick it gently with your fingertips.

The paper figure then shot out and approached the mountains and rivers.

Boom!

The earth trembled, array plates appeared, and arrays of light swayed, intertwining and radiating various forms of light.

In an instant, the paper figure was torn apart.

what!
Hu Li was surprised, but a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

The moment the formation was activated, he sensed the aura of that junior, which was stronger than ever before.

Without hesitation, he raised his palm, and black light burst forth.

Boom!

The entire formation was torn apart in an instant; array plates shattered instantly, and array flags were broken.

Such an attack was too terrifying; the mountains and rivers were plowed up.

Hu Li stepped forward and came to the front of the mountains and rivers, and gently made a gesture with his palm.

Stab it!

The majestic mountains were forcibly ripped open, revealing the caves inside, the artifacts, and traces of blood.

"Zhang Yuanzhu!!!"

Hu Li growled.

He'd been tricked again.

The killing intent soared to the heavens, causing the earth and sky to tremble.

Click! Click! !

The crisp cracking sound mingled with a low growl, almost imperceptible.

But Hu Li still heard it, looked ahead, and his expression suddenly changed.

A ball of fire rose from the cave in front of him, rapidly expanding and spreading, enveloping the mountains and continuing outwards.

Like a bright red sun rising over the earth.

Everything is being destroyed and buried.

For a very long time! For a very long time!

As the blazing sun dissipated, a figure stumbled and flew out.

At this moment, Hu Li was in an extremely disheveled state, and the black mist that had enveloped him had long since dissipated.

His robes were tattered, his exposed skin was charred black, and his breath was extremely weak.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, I want you dead. I will definitely skin you alive."

"Ah!"

"Come here, you old pig-dog."

A soft laugh echoed through the air.

A tall, slender figure, with a golden bell on his head, a long sword at his waist, and a white tiger mask on his face, slowly emerged from the pile of rubble.

Skin, muscles, tendons, and even internal organs vibrate simultaneously, unleashing tremendous power. Deep within the soul, the characteristics of sharpness, mountain-moving power, and oppressive force erupt at the same time.

Boom!

The surging blood and qi, mixed with magical power, surged forth like a tidal wave, spreading across the vast wilderness.

He went all out from the start, without the slightest hesitation.

Step forward, raise your arm, and kill!

In an instant, a golden light streaked across the sky and hurtled toward the old man.

"how dare you!"

Hu Li's expression was cold and sinister. Even though he was severely injured, he could still kill a mere Qi Refining ant with a single palm strike.

He stretched out his palm, about to crush the ant, his face filled with astonishment.

His magical power was waning, his vital energy was stagnating and declining.

what happened?

Before he could react, the golden hand that covered his chest tore it apart in an instant.

Stab it!

Blood splattered, and flesh and bones flew everywhere.

He slashed upwards with his palm, aiming to cleave his jaw open; his brutality was extreme.

Ah!
Hu Li let out a long howl, his arms like hammers, crashing down with a thunderous roar.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged blows more than ten times, with blood splattering from time to time.

A deafening roar continued unabated.

Hu Li stared intently at the golden bell above the boy's head, observing the runes that occasionally emanated from inside the bell.

With his knowledge, he had already noticed something amiss.

"You're nothing but a minor trick; I'll kill you today."

Hu Li roared, his robes fluttering, and unleashed a variety of techniques as he charged toward Jin Zhong.

The black mist was eerie, the paper figures appeared and disappeared, and wails and cries echoed in the air.

He wanted to shatter the golden bell, restore his magical power, and end the fighting once and for all.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was solemn as he raised his arms and moved his five fingers.

A bright moon and a golden sun appear in the palm of your hand.

kill!

The sun shines brightly, the moon is gentle, and as the boy strides forward, he pushes his way through the darkness.

Black mist clashed with the golden sun, and paper figures fought against the bright moon.

Finally, the sun dimmed, and the bright moon was wrapped in paper figures.

Even the golden bell above their heads cracked open with each subsequent blow as the two fought.

Zhang Yuanzhu was at a significant disadvantage.

He was facing a powerful expert who had reached the end of the Foundation Establishment realm. Even though he had been weakened or severely injured by various means, he could still maintain the combat strength of a third-level Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Now that they have been conquered to such an extent, they are already incredibly talented.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, how much longer can you hold on?"

"When the golden bell shatters, it signifies your death and the end of your cultivation."

Hu Li strode forward, confronting the boy head-on, refusing to back down an inch.

The two fought to the point of madness, their blood splattering and staining the earth red.

boom!
Another collision occurred, and the two avoided each other.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, looking at his left hand with its flesh and blood cut away, and his fighting spirit soared even higher.

He hadn't encountered such a selfless and frenzied battle in a long time.

His right palm hung down, gripping the knife handle tightly.

Bang!

The Dragon-Trapping Blade was drawn.

"You old pig and dog, catch the knife."

The boy laughed loudly and slashed out with his knife.

There were no dazzling sword flashes, no dragon roars, only a profound demonic aura.

Woohoo! Hah!
Amidst the wailing and howling of ghosts, a flash of light appeared, severing all light in the world, leaving only darkness.

"Seven Demon Blades".

Hu Li exclaimed in surprise, staring at the boy who was holding a knife and moving forward as if he were a madman.

The Seven Demon Blades is a sword technique passed down from the Holy Peak of the Puppet Sect. It is recorded in the Painted Skin, Paper Doll, and Six Desires Peaks, along with its cultivation methods.

But no one dared to draw the blade, for it was a demonic blade that could slash at everything within itself, a blade that meant certain death.

"Great! Excellent!!"

Hu Li's face twitched, and he took a step forward.

Wisps of black mist spilled out, washing forward, while paper figures emitted eerie laughter, appearing and disappearing indistinctly.

'The first cut.'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself as he pressed down with his long sword.

The jet-black blade flashed into the demonic mist, and then dissipated.

Step forward, raise your sword.

Cut again!

The paper figures began to wrinkle and then turned to ashes.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, rapidly closing in on his opponent and unleashing another strike.

'The third cut!'

The demonic blade flashed, its demonic power eerie, as it lightly sliced ​​through the enemy's hand.

Stab it!

Half a hand was brutally severed, and blood splattered on the ground.

Ah!
Amidst the piercing wails, a figure staggered backward, attempting to escape.

"continue!"

Zhang Yuanzhu laughed wildly, his black hair dancing wildly, his red robe fluttering.

Layers of demonic mist rose from his body, blurring his figure.

The fourth strike, a slash!

The demonic energy boiled and burned, transforming into a blade of light that crashed down.

An arm fell away, revealing stark white bones.

Zhang Yuanzhu's once black hair had gained a few strands of silver, and his fingers and palms now bore some wrinkles.

He seemed oblivious to everything, repeating his previous actions.

Step forward, swing your sword, and kill!

The fifth strike annihilated all the layers of defenses.

The enemy's chest was torn open, revealing writhing muscles and a beating heart.

Hu Li looked horrified, his eyes filled with fear; he had almost died.

Having cultivated for over two hundred years, he absolutely could not die here, taking a madman with him.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked up and peered through the blade at his current appearance.

With a full head of silver hair, a emaciated body, and an air of decay, he turned up at the corners of his mouth, his smile becoming increasingly unrestrained.

"The sixth strike!"

Step forward, raise the sword, and slash.

At this moment, all life essence, all magical power, and all spirit poured out through the long sword in his hand.

The area within a radius of dozens of miles was engulfed in a sea of ​​sword energy; everything was being destroyed and torn apart.

After an unknown amount of time, the sword energy dissipated, and the demonic light vanished.

The man, now only shirtless, lay on the ground, laughing loudly.

"Hahaha~"

"Zhang Yuanzhu, I survived, I made it to the end."

Hu Li was excited and unleashed his sixth strike, which would surely kill his opponent.

In the end, he won and killed the prodigy.

"Ah!"

A soft laugh, hoarse and weak, struck Hu Li like a thunderclap.

A gaunt figure staggered to his feet, a cracked golden bell atop his head, a long sword in his hand, and walked towards him step by step.

Zhang Yuanzhu felt the weakness within his body, just like the heavy snow that night in Jiang Shuicheng, as if he would die at any moment.

tower!
"I am no longer the person I used to be."

tower!
"My magic power is exhausted, my blood and energy are depleted, and my spirit is weak, but I still have..."

tower!
"Full of fighting spirit, we will fight to the death!"

Raise your arm, raise your sword, and strike again!
The demonic blade reappeared, and Hu Li's entire body turned into a blood mist.

At the moment the seventh strike was unleashed, the depleted mana began to replenish, the extinguished blood energy resurfaced, and the withered spirit shone even brighter.

His white hair turned jet black, his emaciated body became robust, and even the flesh that had been cut off from his left hand was restored in an instant.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the earth, looking down at the devastation that covered the land.

Bang!

The Dragon-Binding Blade was sheathed.

"It's just a martial arts technique. Although it's outstanding, it won't kill me."

Young people's whispers.

His voice conveyed absolute confidence.

A hand reached out, and a golden bell floated down from above.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the cracked golden bell with regret in his eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, he put the golden bell away.

He turned and walked away into the distance.

The fall of a Foundation Establishment Peak expert should bring a period of calm, and he can take this opportunity to further enhance his strength.

(End of this chapter)