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Chapter 289 I dare not die! (4000)

The air was thick with the stench of death, the light of blood was blinding, the palace was collapsing, a scene of national subjugation and world destruction.

Suddenly, all the corpse energy, the attacks of the blood-red beads, and the rainbow light coming from all directions fell silent in an instant.

A flash of sword light burst forth from the palace, overwhelming the overwhelming corpse aura and piercing through layers of bloody light.

The swordplay was majestic and domineering, like an emperor punishing a disobedient subject.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light overcame the obstacle and stabbed towards the head of the white bone demon.

roar~
The corpse demon roared, its head tilted to the right, and its arms raised.

The corpse energy, blood light, and the array of artifacts were fully activated, converging between his fingers and palms, and he slashed upwards towards the sky.

Sword light and blade edge collided in an instant.

bang bang bang~
The blade shattered, and a skeletal arm fell to the ground shoulder-length, pulverized in mid-air by the sword energy.

The sword light continued its relentless advance.

Rumble!
The earth was torn apart, leaving behind a bottomless canyon.

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a nine-dragon imperial robe and with a long sword at his waist slowly walked out of the palace.

He placed one hand on the hilt of his sword and held a jade sword covered in cracks in the other.

"What kind of evil spirit dares to offend the capital of Qian Kingdom?"

Emperor Qian glanced around, his eyes cold as he looked at the cultivators who were trapped in the sky.

"And you filthy worms deserve to die too!"

Click!

The jade sword in his hand exploded with a bang, and countless tiny sword lights pierced out to every corner around him.

Wailing filled the air, blood splattered everywhere, and cultivators fell like rain, their corpses lying on the ground.

Even with all its might to protect itself, the Bone Demon was forced to retreat continuously under the faint sword light.

One piece of bone after another was torn apart and scattered.

This sword light, with its power far exceeding the third level of Foundation Establishment, is undoubtedly one of the royal family's remaining trump cards.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils narrowed slightly; the sword light was sharp, but if that were all, the Zhao family would be...
Destiny is inevitable!

He raised his palm and unleashed a series of hand seals.

Boom!

Except for its head, the thousand-foot-tall body of the Bone Corpse Demon was glowing, with lines flashing on its bones, squeezing out every bit of potential within its body.

At the same time, the blood-red sun behind the corpse-refining suddenly moved forward and hovered above its head.

It stopped its retreating figure, took a step forward, raised its single arm, and grabbed the blood-red sun.

Roar!
The corpse demon roared and its arm slammed down with incredible speed.

At this moment, it was as if a blood-red sun had descended upon the mortal world, violent and eerie.

At this moment, the sword energy that filled the sky was forced back.

At this moment, within the palace, the officials trembled.

"You scoundrel, I will kill you today!"

Emperor Qian roared, his majestic expression filled with rage, and a brand-new jade sword appeared in his hand, slashing towards the blood-red sun.

This was one of the few remaining resources of the royal family, yet they had used two of them in quick succession at this moment, causing his heart to bleed.

However, this sword strike would surely kill the enemy. Emperor Qian looked up with anticipation in his eyes.

The sword light soared into the sky, instantly blocking the blood-red sun.

With a single breath, the malevolent corpse energy shattered into pieces.

In two breaths, the hand made of white bones was annihilated inch by inch.

After three breaths, the blood-red sun tore apart, revealing a blood-red talisman inside.

The talisman deflected the sword light and swiftly entered the palace, hovering a hundred meters away from Emperor Qian.

At this moment, Emperor Qian's expression turned solemn, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes, and he growled:

"cut!"

The sword light remained unchanged as it charged towards the skeletal corpse demon.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled into a wide grin, exhaling softly:
"kill!"

Zizzi~
The crimson talismans burned, and layers of bloody light covered the sky and the ground, making everything in sight viscous and dim.

Hehe~ Haha~ Hoho~
Amidst the wailing and howling of ghosts, countless streaks of blood intertwined and entangled, enveloping Emperor Qian and the palace behind him.

The wails and screams rang out one after another, until finally all fell silent.

At the same time, the sword light had already slashed through the white bone demon, and the thousand-foot-tall demon body slowly collapsed like sand.

Only a head the size of a mountain fell from the sky.

At this moment, the imperial city was completely silent.

A gentle breeze blows, dust flies, and the scene comes alive.

Sorrowful howls echoed through the sky.

"Brother Emperor!"

"Third Brother!!"

"His Majesty!!!"

One after another, figures emerged from the wreckage and headed towards the center of the imperial city.

They were all members of the Zhao clan who had been hiding. Now that the external threat had been eliminated, they could no longer bear it and emerged from the shadows.

They rushed to the palace and looked at the bloodstains on the ground and the broken Emperor's sword.

"Regardless of who is behind today's events, the Zhao family will fight them to the death."

A young man roared, his face contorted with rage, filled with chilling killing intent.

He was the only Foundation Establishment cultivator to survive in the Qian Kingdom. The young man, dressed in a python robe, surveyed the surrounding rubble.

"Zhao Liu, go and collect the remaining treasures from the national treasury."

"Xuemei, quickly go to the Scripture Pavilion and take everything you can. Burn everything you can't take."

"Zhao Zhu, immediately contact ministers who are willing to pledge allegiance to the royal family."

The young man in the python robe tried his best to compose himself and quickly gave instructions to the Zhao clan members.

"Fourth Brother, what are we doing? The thief is clearly dead."

Someone whispered, their eyes filled with confusion.

The young man in the python robe clenched his fists, and waves of aura rose up, pressing down in all directions.

A hint of sadness flashed in his eyes. Could it be that he still couldn't see the situation clearly?

The fact that even the patriarch didn't appear during such a fierce battle speaks volumes about their fate.

So, is it a joke that the Zhao family, having lost the Ning Sha True Person, can control the vast land with only a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

"Stop talking nonsense, now obey my orders, do not..."

Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp footsteps echoed between heaven and earth, like the beating of war drums, awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring.

It was a tall, slender figure striding down from the horizon.

The wisps of corpse energy dissipated with each step, revealing a crimson robe and a mask familiar to the entire royal family.

"Qilin. Qilin Daoist!" The young man in the python robe stared blankly at the approaching figure.

The Qi Refining cultivator who had been hunted down by the Qian Kingdom and fled everywhere actually appeared here, sensing the slowly dissipating corpse energy on his body.

The events of tonight have come together at this moment.

"It was you, it was you who acted in secret."

"You madman, you demon, do you know what you've done?"

"With Third Brother dead, the Imperial City shattered, the Capital City breached, and billions of lives in the Qian Kingdom plunged into turmoil."

Whether he cursed, howled, or roared, it did not slow his pace in the slightest.

As Zhang Yuanzhu passed by the skeletal corpse demon's head that had rolled off, he reached out his palm, and the mountain-sized head rapidly shrank, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into his palm.

His eyes were indifferent, as vast as the sky and as calm as the Dao.

"I've come here solely for personal vendetta!"

With arms raised, golden light bloomed from fingertips, transforming into a golden sun that radiated rays of light.

Like thousands of golden swords, they shot out in an instant.

The earth was torn apart, cultivators were killed in bloodshed, and there was nothing in the world except for golden light.

A moment later, Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, the golden sun dissipated, and his arm fell.

Of the Zhao clan cultivators who should have all died in front of him, half of them still remained.

An elderly man dressed in a dragon robe stood before the group of cultivators, his silver hair flowing, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Old ghost, you're not dead!"

Zhang Yuanzhu's furrowed brows relaxed, his head tilted slightly, and his eyes carefully examined the old man.

His flesh was decaying, his blood and energy were depleted, his magical power was exhausted, and even his soul was on the verge of collapse. In such a state, he should have passed away long ago, yet he was still alive before my eyes.

The old man's expression was complicated. He knew the true identity of the Taoist priest in front of him, and when he heard that the other party had broken into the Fallen Demon Mountain, he was extremely excited.

They thought the other person would never return and would surely lie dead in the demon land, but year after year they waited, and there was still no news of the other person's death.
"Ugh!"

"I can't die!"

The old man sighed softly, his dragon robe fluttering as he surveyed the wreckage scattered on the ground.

"Is that enough?"

"The blood and flesh of most of the Zhao clan, and the overthrow of a thousand-year-old foundation, are enough to make up for past mistakes."

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his hand on the hilt of the knife, sensing the other's life slipping away and feeling the body supported only by willpower.

He knew that all he needed to do was stall for time, feign compliance, and use words to wear the old man down.

But, a dying man.
Zhang Yuanzhu reached out and removed the Qilin Nuo mask, revealing a handsome and resolute face, as well as a pair of eerie double pupils.

He grinned and slowly uttered a few words:
"not enough!"

The old man was first taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you truly deserve to be the seventh person of Immortal Soldier Valley. You're too lazy to even deceive this old man?"

The surging momentum soared straight into the sky, shattering the clouds, and the entire city of Lin'an trembled violently.

Step out.

It was as if the sky were collapsing, or the earth were being overturned.

"Do you know that even when a cultivator who has mastered the Qi Condensation technique is dying, he is still a true human being?"

"I can still kill you!"

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were calm and undisturbed, his red robe fluttering, and his hand lightly gripping the hilt of his sword.

"You can't kill me. Today, only you and others will die."

The young man looked past the old man and gazed at the hateful faces of the Zhao clan members.

"The royal family of the Qian Kingdom!"

The royal patriarch remained silent, then suddenly raised his hand and struck.

kill!

A giant hand appeared, slamming downwards, covering the sky and the earth, blocking all escape routes.

Click!

The three Xuan Kong Platforms in Zhang Yuanzhu's arms shattered, and his slender figure was swallowed up by the spatial turbulence.

In the blink of an eye, they had arrived hundreds of miles away.

Before there could be any other reaction, the enormous hand reappeared and slammed down.

Mountains collapsed, rivers were dammed, and vegetation turned to ash.

An old man stood out from nowhere, a bitter look flickering in his cloudy eyes.

'Did they run away again?'

The Xuan Kong Platform in Zhang Yuanzhu's arms kept shattering, and his figure kept flickering in the mountains and rivers.

In the Demon Land, in the Star Sea, and on the Xuan Kong Platform forged by the Dharma Vein, he was rapidly consumed. Even his body began to crack as he was constantly being transferred, with blood flowing down.

Time passes minute by minute.

The chase between the two became increasingly rapid and brutal.

Zhang Yuanzhu's red robe was stained with blood, but his eyes burned even brighter as he reveled in the feeling of dancing on the edge of a blade.

After a cup of tea.

Zhang Yuanzhu appeared above a stream, but was not attacked.

Not far away, an old man wearing the Emperor's Robe of Ten Thousand Dragons stood on the treetop and opened his mouth.

But there was no time to speak again.

bang~
The body turned to ash, and the soul was annihilated.

Ning Sha Zhenren has fallen!

what!
The young man was surprised to see a ring fall from the ashes and roll to the ground.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flashed, and with a flick of his sleeve, a streak of crimson-gold light flew out, sweeping back towards the ring.

The ring is antique, with simple patterns and spatial fluctuations engraved on it.

"Storage ring".

he whispered.

Storage rings are storage devices that are more difficult to craft than storage bags, and are therefore extremely valuable.

Each one requires a special seal to open.

However, these seals were not difficult for him to decipher.

However, since the Zhao family patriarch is about to pass away and could die at any moment, why would he still wear a valuable storage ring on his body?

Or rather, the other party had ample time to destroy the storage ring before dying.

With a thoughtful look in his eyes, Zhang Yuanzhu lightly tapped his fingers, and lines appeared, enveloping the storage ring.

'There's no seal or seal; it can be opened directly.'

The young man remained silent, seemingly understanding the old man's thoughts, and then chuckled.

His will was as firm as iron, and he never easily changed his mind.

In the blink of an eye, his spiritual sense probed into the storage ring.

A small pile of high-grade spirit stones was neatly arranged, cultivation techniques and books were placed in the corner, and various spiritual objects, rare treasures, and even a spiritual artifact were all arranged in an orderly manner.

It seems to be prepared specifically for one person.

With a thought, Zhang Yuanzhu sent out a letter from his storage ring.

He opened it directly and started flipping through it.

Gradually, a hint of amusement flashed in the young man's eyes.

The letter contained nothing more than a plea for a chance to survive for the Zhao family, while the various spiritual objects in the ring were all expressions of goodwill.

stab~
Flames rose, and the letter turned to ashes.

Layers of array patterns were generated, sealing the storage ring.

Immediately, he transformed into a rainbow of light and sped towards Lin'an City.

Less than half an hour later, the massive city reappeared in sight.

The city was quiet, with no cultivators causing trouble. Clearly, the appearance of True Immortal Ning Sha had stunned all the cultivators.

Zhang Yuanzhu maintained his speed, traversing the sky, and arrived at the center of the city, before the imperial city.

The young man, clad in a python robe, stood atop the wreckage. Upon seeing Zhang Yuanzhu return, a look of utter despair crossed his eyes.

"Immortal Soldier Valley—Zhang Yuanzhu, also from the Qian Kingdom."

A figure crashed through the sky in an instant, carrying a rolling wave of air. A fair hand grew larger and larger in the eyes of the young man in the python robe until it occupied the entire space.

bang~
The head exploded like a melon or fruit, blood mixed with white bone, splattering everywhere.

The white bone bead in his arms vibrated, absorbing the headless corpse into nothingness.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the empty imperial city and directly commanded the Bloodlight Pearl.

【Characteristics】Tracing bursts forth, following the crimson hue at the fingertips, to begin searching for the hidden Zhao family.

In an instant, a strange feeling welled up in his heart, and the young man looked towards the east.

"found it!"

With a powerful thrust of his feet, the earth cracked and crumbled, and his slender figure shot out.

In the east of Lin'an City, within a naturally formed array, dozens of elegantly dressed and graceful cultivators stood anxiously in the center of the array.

"Fourth Brother's soul flame has been extinguished!"

"The soul tablets of Xue Mei and the others were all shattered not long ago."

"As expected, the Ancestor was out of sorts; it was that Qilin Daoist who won."

"What Qilin Daoist? He's clearly Zhang Yuanzhu, a disciple of the Immortal Weapon Valley. We belong to the same faction, so why is he hiding his identity and making things difficult for us?"

The cacophony of sounds echoed within the formation, carrying resentment and hatred.

If you had simply revealed your identity as the seventh member of Immortal Soldier Valley, the situation wouldn't have escalated to this point.

boom!
A loud roar interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Before the royal disciples could make any other move, the entire formation shattered in an instant.

The Zhao disciples looked up.

A tall, slender figure stood in the sky, looking down.

Their gazes met in mid-air.

One side is filled with fear and despair, while the other remains indifferent and cold.

(End of this chapter)