Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 296 The Seven Sects of Immortal Soldier Valley Discuss Together (4000 words)

What is spirit and form?

In Zhang Yuanzhu's vision, he combined Nuo masks with the advantages of various mythical beasts to enhance himself.

My combat strength will definitely increase again, but all of this is still in the planning stage and needs to be tested.

The young man had an idea.

The red dragon mask appeared on his face, exuding immense majesty.

In the next instant, the Nuo mask melted like liquid, enveloping the body and constantly twisting and changing.

roar~
A dragon's roar shook the very fabric of space.

Zhang Yuanzhu's head transformed into a dragon's head, with two incredibly sharp horns that seemed to pierce the sky, and its crimson-gold dragon eyes were cold and ruthless.

The young man raised his hand, stroking the dragon horn, feeling the cutting sensation in his palm, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"My thinking is correct; this is indeed a method of warfare."

"Nuoxi witchcraft can be considered to have transcended the ancients and forged its own path."

"However, it's still too forced and needs improvement."

As the words fell, the dragon's head blurred, then slowly dissipated, revealing its true form.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his arm, propped his cheek up, and looked thoughtful.

The divine form technique I just used still has many shortcomings and needs further improvement before it can be used in actual combat.

However, the true dragon form is only the beginning.

In his vision, the five Nuo masks and five divine forms, simultaneously empowering himself, would be his ultimate battle form.

This is the fastest way to increase combat power.

The second is the cultivation of magic.

Among the cultivation methods, there are several remarkable spells, and because of his [Special Characteristic] Soul, he naturally mastered them, and a period of practice was enough.

However, the spells recorded in "The Record of Purple Lightning and Green Frost" are, while not bad, only bad.

Only one spell, 'Nine Thunder Dragons Meteor,' is worth practicing.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanzhu made a decision.

From then on, he spent half the day practicing the "Record of Purple Lightning and Green Frost," the other half practicing the spiritual consciousness method, and the nights practicing the body refinement method to perfect his spirit and form.

As for magical practice, a few repetitions are enough. Once the spirit and form are perfected, one can try to see if the magical runes can be condensed again and engraved on the spiritual platform.

After making the arrangements, the young man relaxed.

He took out the last Thunder Beast heart from his pocket, refined it into a Thunder Seed, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Immediately, he stood up and strode out of the cave.

It's time to leave!
Crunch!

The stone gate opened, and a tall, slender figure stepped out.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the threshold, looking up.

The sun shines brightly in the sky, the heavens are a deep blue, and there is not a cloud in sight.

He stood with his sword at his side, his mind becoming increasingly peaceful. He crossed the threshold and strode towards the Taoist temple.

The young man made no attempt to conceal his presence, and with each step he took, he drew the attention of many eyes.

"He seems to have broken through!" someone murmured to themselves, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Breaking through the Foundation Establishment Realm is much more difficult than breaking through the Qi Refining Realm, but how did the other party break through so quickly when they had only been in the Foundation Establishment Realm for a short time?

"How could it be so fast? Two years or one year, and he has already broken through to the second level of Foundation Establishment?"

Let alone ordinary foundation-building major repairs, even Old Daoist Feng, who was secretly observing, felt dizzy.

It should be noted that it took the old Taoist fifteen years to break through from the first to the second level of Foundation Establishment.

The speed at which young people cultivate these days is unbelievable; it's as if they're in the Qi Refining stage, breaking through barriers as easily as drinking water.

dong dong dong~
The knocking brought Old Feng back to his senses.

"Junior Zhang Yuanzhu has come to pay his respects to Master Feng."

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in front of the Taoist temple and gently knocked on the gate.

Crunch!

The Taoist temple was open, revealing the main hall and an elderly man sitting on a lotus platform.

"Yuanzhu, come in."

The old man had a kind face and spoke softly.

Without hesitation, the young man entered the Taoist temple and stood in the center of the main hall.

Clasping hands in a fist and bowing!
"The junior has come to bid farewell to the senior and prepare to return to the lineage."

“Yuan Zhu, although you have already broken through, you will still need lightning-attribute spiritual objects or environments for your future cultivation. The Azure Lightning lineage is undoubtedly the most suitable, so staying here is the best choice.”

The old Taoist priest advised that the young man before him had cultivated the Taoist Thunder Technique and could be considered half a disciple.

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head, his expression gentle, and whispered:
"The Lord of Zhuoyang Mountain has left; I need to go back."

His voice was calm, yet undeniably firm.

His own lineage is weak, with only Elder Huo at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment supporting him. He should go back.

The old Taoist remained silent, understanding the meaning behind the young man's words, and felt a pang of regret.

If the other person stays a little longer, their feelings will surely deepen.

However, this regret also contains praise, because it is precisely because of the young man's character that the Cang Lei lineage will do its best to cultivate him.

As the old man was lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu raised his arm, spread his five fingers, and a jade slip appeared, which he tossed over.

"Thank you for taking care of me during this time. This is a lightning-attribute cultivation technique that I unexpectedly obtained. Please accept it, Senior Feng."

The "Eight Desolate Thunder God Techniques" obtained in the capital of Qian Kingdom can serve as a return gift before leaving.

The old Taoist was taken aback. He looked at the jade slip in front of him, and his spiritual sense swept over it, the contents of which were already imprinted in his mind.

A lightning-attribute cultivation technique that can be practiced up to the eighth level of Foundation Establishment is of immense value.

Feng Laodao stretched out his palm and grasped the jade slip.

"This technique is quite remarkable. It can be applied to thunder magic cultivation, so I won't stand on ceremony."

After the old man put away the jade slip, he stretched out his hand again, and a storage bag appeared in his palm.

"Yuanzhu, since you've made up your mind to leave, then I won't keep you."

"There are some lightning-attribute spiritual items in the storage bag. They should be useful to you. Take them."

With a casual toss, the storage bag floated to the young man's feet.

Zhang Yuanzhu reached out and took the storage bag, his eyes serious.
"Thank you, senior."

"Our ancestors were close, there's no need for such formalities."

After a few words, Zhang Yuanzhu prepared to leave.

He turned around and walked out of the Taoist temple.

Master Feng sat upright on the lotus platform, watching the receding figure, and suddenly spoke:
"Yuanzhu, when you leave, do not head directly east. Leave the Azure Thunder Dharma Vein and return in another direction."

"Also, check the storage bags."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, then continued walking out and disappeared from sight.

Inside the Taoist temple, only Old Master Feng sat upright, his face showing helplessness.

"This is all I can do; I am powerless to protect you as you depart."

“Grandpa, now that we’ve gone this far, why not take one more step and use the Azure Thunder Temple to send him away?”

A beautiful figure emerged from the side hall, her eyes filled with confusion.

Old Master Feng tilted his head slightly, looking at his granddaughter with a bitter expression.

"Because he is too young, and I am too old."

The old Taoist priest's eyes were solemn as he uttered each word carefully:
"If I could live another ten years, I would personally escort him away. If Yuan Zhu is over thirty and has reached the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, I would also do everything in my power to send him back."

"But I only have a few years left to live, I can't wait any longer."

"After I leave, just maintain this friendship. Don't do anything more, but don't do nothing either."

The Azure Thunder Dharma Lineage, outside the valley.

Holding the storage bag given to him by the old man, Zhang Yuanzhu scanned the many lightning-attribute treasures before finally fixing his spiritual sense on a golden jade slip that was broken into pieces.

He sensed the familiar presence, a smile spreading across his face, as if he understood something.

"A bunch of rats in the gutter, all they can do is resort to such underhanded tricks."

With a thought, the shattered jade slip appeared between his fingers. He suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

Bang!
The jade was reduced to powder, which slipped through his fingers.

"If the Demon Lands stretching for thousands of miles can't kill me, neither can you."

The young man's eyes were cold as he shot out and sped eastward.

He gradually dissipated, his aura vanished, and he disappeared completely.

Four days later.

The figure clad in a red robe walked through the jungle, gradually approaching the shared area of ​​the Immortal Soldier Valley, about to leave the Azure Thunder Vein.

Tower! Tower! Tower~
The crisp footsteps echoed through the space.

boom! boom! boom!
From all directions, streams of demonic energy rose into the sky like smoke signals, shattering the clouds.

One after another, demonic figures strode in, blocking all escape routes.

A terrifying aura permeated every nook and cranny; leaves withered, the earth decayed, and wild beasts turned to bones.

Without uttering a single wasted word, eight demonic shadows simultaneously attacked from all directions.

Boom!

The heavens and earth trembled, as if eight demonic dragons were charging forward, causing ripples to spread throughout the space.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood expressionless, sword at his side, observing the eight men who were closing in on him, and let out a cold laugh:

"A bunch of old dogs, you can tell the difference even in disguise."

"In the future, we will surely settle accounts with them one by one and slaughter them all!"

Click!

The Xuan Kong Platform in his arms shattered instantly, and the young man's figure vanished.

"Oh no, it's a teleportation artifact."

"The ambush has failed. Retreat immediately."

"We can't leave. This opportunity is too rare. The seven Dao lineage masters are gathered in the secret realm, Chen Zijing is not here, and the opponent is trapped in the Azure Thunder lineage. We must kill him."

The crowd roared and their spiritual senses swept across the mountains and rivers.

Suddenly, several people's faces lit up with surprise, and they growled:

"Found him! The distance he teleported wasn't far; we can kill him!"

One after another, demonic shadows soared into the sky, stretching across the heavens, their powerful auras bursting forth.

On a cliff face, Zhang Yuanzhu leaned against a tree trunk, his eyes filled with disappointment.

After all that preparation, are these the only enemies that have arrived?
The strongest among them was merely a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator.

Tai Ri Dao lineage, you underestimate him!
“Zhang Yuanzhu, you slaughtered our disciples at Fallen Demon Mountain. Even if you escape back to the sect, you will still die.”

"The blood of the Puppet Sect disciples cannot be shed in vain."

"Hehehe~, why waste words with him? Come and kill him!"

One spell after another struck downwards, carrying a chilling killing intent.

Zhang Yuanzhu's deep, double pupils gazed at the golden light within the torrent of magic, listened to the righteous words, and sensed the domineering and intense magical power emanating from the eight cultivators' bodies, his lips twitching.

This demonic cultivator's performance is completely unconvincing.

However, killing them as demonic cultivators would be much more convenient.

Straighten your spine, raise your arms, and clench your fists together.

Boom!

Square formations rose from the soil, banners fluttered in the wind, and patterns emerged from the earth.
In an instant, a large formation was activated.

The patterns shimmered, transforming into chains of light that shot out, turning spells into powder.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, glancing sideways at the group of cultivators, and whispered:
"I'm curious, shouldn't the real person personally take action to eliminate such a great threat as me?"

"Are you confident, or are you ignorant?"

He had prepared quite a few methods, but it seems he won't have the chance to use them.

The clasped hands slowly loosened, the five fingers shifted, and the magic seal was rapidly cast.

Zizzi~
The array patterns dissolved, the array plate shattered, the array flags shook wildly, and the entire array was burning, like a great sun rising on the earth, illuminating the four directions and the eight wastelands.

One after another, demonic shadows burned and rose like torches.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you deserve to die!"

"A mere beggar can become a scourge."

"We'll be waiting for you on the road to the underworld."

Curses, roars, and even cries for survival all turned to dust under the divine flames.

Such imposing presence and such actions drew the attention of all living beings.

Looking at the grand formation, at the falling demonic figures, and at the leisurely-looking young man.

“Our junior is quite bloodthirsty.”

The ancient hall was dilapidated, with traces of rust remaining on the walls.

Seven hazy figures sat behind a long bronze table.

They made no move, yet they exuded a terrifying aura that seemed to crush space and was the presence of gods and immortals.

Like immortals and demons, each one is incredibly powerful.

The bronze chairs where the seven beings sit are engraved with marks symbolizing the various schools of thought.

The sun rises in the east, papers scatter, beasts roar, stars adorn the sky, divine swords crisscross, waves of blood surge, and stone cauldrons strike the heavens.

Behind the seven bronze chairs, powerful cultivators stood silently in a corner of the ancient hall.

"Recently, demonic cultivators have been infiltrating the sect quite a bit, even attacking and killing sect disciples within the Dharma lineage." A gentle voice echoed in the ancient hall.

"Hey, demonic cultivators are everywhere. I heard that the Golden Light Pavilion has been causing trouble for them recently."

"Zhang Yuanzhu, this young man, actually managed to walk out of the Demon Land alive. Not bad."

"That young man is quite talented, but he hasn't matured yet, so let him keep trying for now."

"The important thing now is the ancient Yashan frontier."

After a few words, the seven of them steered the conversation to the war between humans and demons.

"A message from Wuliang Palace says that the demon race's attacks are intensifying and they have asked us to send more troops."

"Is Wuliang Palace deliberately trying to wear us down by sending additional troops again?"

A hunched figure, surrounded by starlight, sat upright on a bronze chair adorned with stars and asked a question.

"The Paper Doll, Netherworld, and Cangwu lineages have all sent messages to their respective sects. Wuliang Palace has not deliberately tried to deplete our resources, and the war arrangements are proceeding as usual."

"However, there are suspected traces of a major sect from beyond the realm among the demon race."

The seven remained silent for an unknown amount of time before a figure holding a Qilin in his arms broke the silence:
"The situation is unpredictable. We should support each other and seek the great path together."

"The seven major Dao lineages will vote on this matter."

"can."

Everyone responded without objection.

"The Beast Taming Dao lineage agrees to dispatch them."

"The Paper Doll Daoist lineage agrees to dispatch it."

"Sword Sect lineage, agreed."

"Since all seven major lineages have agreed to send forces, let's discuss the forces to be dispatched."

"One meridian and four Dharma meridians, that power should be enough."

"it is good."

The figure, enveloped in starlight, spoke directly:
"Which lineage is willing to go to the border?"

As the words fell silent, everyone knew that regardless of victory or defeat in this war between humans and demons, the sent Daoist lineages would inevitably suffer heavy losses.

The figure holding the Qilin in his arms was about to speak and agree.

A deep voice broke the silence.

"The Sword Sect lineage, I am willing to go!"

The figure sits upright in a bronze chair engraved with the image of the Great Sun, fingertips lightly tapping the armrest:
"The Dao lineage is already established. As for the Dharma lineage, I propose the Scorching Sun Dharma lineage!"

“Their mountain lord is already on the front lines; if we go there, we can adapt more quickly.”

(End of this chapter)