Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 270 Starry Sea! Poison Path!
In the void, space was chaotic, and fragments of space occasionally collided with the array patterns.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were solemn. The teleportation array was not fully modified to begin with, and the aftershocks of the demonic cultivator's attack had destroyed many runes.

His current situation is extremely dangerous; if he is not careful, he will be torn to shreds by the spatial storm.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his hands and cast a series of hand seals, trying his best to delay the shattering of the array patterns.

At the same time, a layer of golden light emerged, covering the entire body and flowing like liquid, carrying a trace of indestructible aura.

One after another, divine rings appeared, rising and falling, protecting him.

Starlight fell like a veil, drifting gently.

The moon disc flew out from his bosom, hovering above his head, casting strands of moonlight.

In an instant, the four layers of protection were in place.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Bang! Bang!
The array patterns were constantly torn apart, and as time passed, they began to gradually deteriorate.

Suddenly, a fragment of space rushed into the great formation, breaking through the moonlight and leaving a wound on the boy's body.

It was unclear how much time had passed—it seemed like an instant, yet also like eternity—when a light appeared in the void.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yuanzhu activated the remaining formation with all his might and charged in.

Outside the Fallen Demon Mountain, a sea of ​​stars.

The sun hangs high in the sky, the sea surges, and the sky and sea are vast.

Suddenly, space began to distort, cracking open one fissure after another.

A figure was thrown from the crack and crashed heavily onto the sea of ​​stars, splashing water.

Huhu~
Zhang Yuanzhu was panting heavily, his red robe was already stained with blood, his body was covered with wounds, and even his face was a bloody mess.

With his current strength, crossing the void without the protection of a teleportation array would be far too dangerous.

I almost didn't make it out of the void, but thankfully I made it through.

but
Zhang Yuanzhu lay on the sea surface, his palm outstretched, and the moon disc appeared in his hand.

The once flawless, silvery artifact is now riddled with cracks.

This magical artifact, which had been with him for a long time, was completely damaged and beyond repair.

"Pity!"

The young man sighed and picked up the broken moon disc.

He began to observe his surroundings; the seawater was silvery, and he could even sense wisps of starlight within it.

He recalled the descriptions in some information and felt a sense of pleasure.

"Starry Sea?"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, making his judgment.

He didn't send the message in the wrong direction and arrived at the destination.

Legend has it that a star once fell here, staining the sea, which is why it appears silvery.

In retrospect, what he said was true.

While observing its surroundings, its double pupils emitted a blue light, and a rich vitality permeated its body, beginning to repair its shattered form.

At the same time, deep within the soul, the vitality of the [characteristic] also begins to burst forth, accelerating the recovery.

The bleeding stopped, the muscles began to twitch, and the skin reappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu's declining aura is recovering at an extremely rapid pace.

"what!"

"You are the source of chaos in this space."

A hoarse voice came from afar.

Before the words had even finished, a streak of dark light traversed the sky at incredible speed, hurtling towards the sea.

The sweet aroma filled the air, but it caused the sea fish to float belly up and melt into blood.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly and saw a centipede with three pairs of wings in the dark light.

The centipede's legs spread out, trembling wildly and tearing through the air; its carapace was dark, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.

Like a flying sword, it tears through the sea and strikes with incredible speed.

The boy's eyes were filled with ferocity, and the blue light that emanated from them lacked the gentleness of life; instead, it was as fierce as the sun.

Anyone who dares to lay a hand on him is asking for death!

Boom!

Two beams of azure light burst forth, like peerless divine swords, traversing the sky and instantly enveloping the centipede.

squeak~
In an instant, the centipede began to scream wildly, its cries filled with anguish.

Its flesh began to wither, its carapace began to turn yellow, and its life was being stripped away at an extremely rapid pace. "Fellow Daoist, please stop! It's just a misunderstanding."

"I am a disciple of the Soul-Eating Poison Hall. I merely sent this spirit insect to investigate. I have no ill intentions."

A young man appeared out of thin air, wearing a green cloak, standing a hundred meters away.

He clasped his hands together, looking at the spirit insect enveloped in blue light with a hint of heartache.

It took a lot of effort to cultivate this spirit insect.

Centipedes are highly venomous and have incredibly hard shells, making them invincible in attacking their enemies. Unexpectedly, they have met their end here.

Had he known this would happen, he would never have attacked and killed this seemingly seriously injured cultivator just to gain an advantage.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless.

In the blink of an eye, a bright blue light shone forth, turning the centipede into a pile of fragments.

Then, he stood up unsteadily.

With black hair flowing down his shoulders and a blood-stained red robe, he rested one hand on the hilt of his sword, gazing indifferently at the young man as if he were looking at a dead man.

Not a single pointless thought.

Bang!

The Dragon-Binding Blade was drawn, its blade flashing.

Like a dream, dazzling and radiant, filling the heavens and the earth.

"Brother, you misunderstand!"

The young man stared in horror at the descending blade and screamed desperately.

Poisonous mist burst forth from his body, and brightly colored poisonous insects flew out from his arms.

At the same time, the young man retreated rapidly, trying to escape.

Zhang Yuanzhu gently pressed down on the hilt of the knife.

The poisonous creatures were extinguished, the venomous insects turned to ash, and even the fleeing youth was beheaded with a single blow, his blood staining the sea.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, staring at the poison stains on the blade.

The longsword trembled slightly, and the Crimson Dragon Blade Intent burst forth, instantly erasing the poisonous filth.

Bang!

The Dragon-Binding Blade was sheathed.

The boy, enveloped in a blue light, walked towards the spot where the corpse had fallen, while simultaneously healing his injuries.

His first encounter with the cultivators of the Soul-Eating Poison Hall was a testament to their reputation.

Although he killed her with a single blow.

But whether it's the centipede resembling a flying sword, the poisonous mist, or even the spirit insect used for desperate battles, each has its own merits.

Lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu waded through the seawater and arrived before the corpse.

The palm extends, and layers of starlight bloom, covering the five fingers and protecting itself.

Then, they began searching through the body.

The bag was opened, and a few books that had been kept in his arms were taken out.

After confirming that nothing had been missed, Zhang Yuanzhu waved his hand, and starlight fell, completely obliterating the corpse.

A thought.

A yellow jade boat flew out of the storage bag and hovered in front of me.

He leaped onto the boat and steered it along the sea.

Whether it's the spatial fluctuations or the fierce battle just now, the commotion here is quite significant, so it's best to leave as soon as possible.

He sat cross-legged and first picked up a book to read.

"Poison Scripture? Poison Dao?"

The boy's eyes flickered. Although he came from a side sect, he had never been involved in the art of poison.

However, a lineage that can dominate a vast region must possess something extraordinary.

Filled with curiosity, I began to carefully peruse the pages.

'The art of poison lacks the grandeur of magic, the sharp edge of a swordsman, and the cunning of a diviner; it relies solely on avoiding the strong and striking the weak, using the weak to overcome the strong, operating silently and relentlessly, making it impossible to defend against.'

"Poison encompasses everything, and its variations are unpredictable, with my Five Poisons lineage being the most prominent."

A ripple stirred deep within Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes.

These books contained no information about cultivation methods or the making of poisons, yet he found them fascinating.

It can only be said that it is indeed a powerful lineage.

(End of this chapter)