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Chapter 342 The Yuan Kingdom is doomed! (4000)

The young man took steps, walking through mountains and rivers, acquiring spiritual objects one by one, and distributing them without hesitation.

To enhance the killing power of the large formation.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, sensing the tremor of the communication jade slip in his arms. He raised his head and looked towards the direction of the Yan Kingdom, his double pupils deep and mysterious.

Then, he took another step and wandered around the large formation.

Meanwhile, the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch continued to exert all his strength, tearing apart the array patterns, shattering the array flags, and destroying the great array.

The young man remained calm and unperturbed by his opponent's actions. Only after all the spiritual objects had been scattered did he find a mountain and sit down cross-legged.

Imprisoning or killing a true immortal is never a simple matter; it requires enough time to deplete the opponent's strength, increase their injuries, and finally deliver the decisive blow.

He has no shortage of time, nor does he lack the determination.

Stab it!

A blood-red spear plunged into the earth.

He took out the jade slip containing the "Nine Heavens Thunder Stele Technique" from his bosom and leisurely flipped through it.

Not far away, the great formation roared continuously, and angry roars echoed, filled with chilling killing intent.

Time flies like water; in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Yuan Dynasty, Dadu (Beijing).

This once prosperous capital city has been reduced to a desolate wasteland.

Ruins and rubble, dried bloodstains and bits of flesh littered the ground, devoid of any sign of life.

A gentle breeze swept by, raising dust, and faintly, the cries and murmurs of a lingering soul could be heard.

Outside the capital, a crimson figure sat cross-legged on a great mountain, his palm outstretched forward, lightning flashing between his five fingers.

A monument imbued with thunder and runes floated in the palm of his hand.

"The Nine Heavens Thunder Stele Technique is not bad either."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, raised his other hand, extended his index finger, and slowly traced it on the stele.

Crackling!

Amidst flashes of lightning, two ancient characters appeared on the thunder monument.

'Southern Sky!'

The young man withdrew his finger, looked at the thunder monument, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he turned his gaze to the large formation below.

The dense array of patterns transformed into chains of light, enveloping a withered body like a silkworm cocoon.

Wisps of pale flame rose, resisting the great formation.

Zhang Yuanzhu regained his composure, dispelled the lightning in his palm, and slowly stood up.

"Breaking through seven killing formations in half a month is quite impressive!"

As if hearing the young man's praise, the old man raised his head, revealing a pair of sinister and ruthless eyes, with a hint of mockery deep within them.

"No matter how many formations are used, the final outcome cannot be changed today."

He paused, turned his body slightly, and looked westward.

"Fellow Daoists, how long are you going to hide? Do you really want me to die and disappear forever?"

Before the words had even finished, two figures, one in green and one in black, appeared on the horizon.

A middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a green robe, had a calm expression; another person wore a black cloak, his body shrouded in black mist, obscuring his face.
Each one exuded an extremely powerful aura; each one was a True Immortal of Condensed Evil.

As soon as the two figures appeared, they soared across the sky and charged towards the young man.

The ear-piercing sonic boom, accompanied by rolling air currents, caused ripples in the space.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was not as panicked or desperate as the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch had imagined; instead, it was calm, composed, and even contained a smile.

Like a hunter who has been waiting for a long time for a wild beast.

"If we can kill the new Xuanqing Zhenren, the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch, and that rat in the gutter, things will be much simpler afterwards."

Snapped!
He raised his arms and suddenly brought them together.

boom! boom! boom!
One after another, massive formations rose up from behind, blotting out the sky and enveloping the two attackers like a cage.

The two figures, one in green and one in black, paused slightly, and a sneer rang out.

"The formation is good, but the power is a bit weak!"

In the next instant, two beams of light, one black and one blue, burst forth, like celestial light, extinguishing the array patterns and tearing apart the array plate, carrying a chilling power to destroy everything, piercing through the great array.

boom! boom! boom!
The three great formations shattered with a deafening roar and then exploded, resembling three great suns rising from the ground.

Amidst the firelight, the two True Immortals marched forward side by side, breaking through array formations one after another, and rapidly charged toward the young man.

At the same time, the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch suddenly stood up, generating raging flames that stretched out chains of light as he unleashed his full power.

"You brat, you will die today!"

The old man roared, his magical power surging, constantly shaking the great formation.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the Great Mountain, sensing the approaching energy from all around him, and his eyes became more serious.

With three Nascent Soul cultivators launching an attack and numerous large formations activating simultaneously, it was inevitable that attention would be diverted, and one side had to be dealt with first.

Then, concentrate your efforts on dealing with the remaining enemies.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, looking down at the old man who was attacking wildly within the formation.

He stretched out his palm, his five fingers gripping the blood-red spear tightly.

Stab it!

He drew his spear and strode forward.

At the same time, the Five Thunder Pearls in his bosom floated out, hovering above his head, and bolts of lightning descended.

Tower~
Stopping before the seventh great formation, under the questioning gaze of the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch, he stepped out and entered the formation.

"Boy, you're crazy!"

The Yuan Kingdom's patriarch stood amidst the pale flames, his eyes filled with malice.

In an instant, the old man understood his opponent's thoughts, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Trying to kill me alone? How laughable!"

Even though his blood and energy were depleted, his magic power was exhausted, and his body was severely injured, he was still a True Person of the Condensation Realm, and was by no means someone who could be humiliated by a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.

With a thought, the old man transformed the raging flames into a pale road and strode forward.

"I don't even need to kill you. As long as I can hold you off for a moment, the great formation, which is left unattended, will be broken by you two."

The old man from the Yuan Kingdom kept speaking, trying to sway the young man's heart, but all he got in return was...
"Ah!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, raised his free hand, and a lit incense stick appeared in his palm.

The young man casually tossed out the large array and planted it in the soil.

"Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I will send you on your journey to the afterlife!"

He strode forward, heading straight towards the old man, showing no sign of weakness.

At the same time, the youth's face blurred, and the Crimson Dragon Nuo Mask appeared, then turned into golden liquid, covering his entire body.

The pair of pupils transformed into golden dragon eyes, majestic and cold.

A pair of dragon horns grew from his forehead, like two divine swords, as if they wanted to pierce the sky.

These are the five divine forms that have been perfected since entering the Foundation Establishment Realm—the Dragon Form!
kill!

The young man shouted and shot out, his blood-red spear thrusting out at lightning speed.

Extremely fast! Extremely fierce!
In an instant, the spear tore through the sky, pierced through the pale flames, and pressed against the old man's chest.

clang!
With the clanging of metal against metal, invisible ripples swept in all directions, causing the entire formation to tremble.

The Yuan Kingdom's patriarch coughed up blood and retreated, his eyes filled with confusion.

His remaining magical power and vital energy began to subside as the young man approached, leaving him no time to react to the shot.

"What is that? What did you do?"

There was no response, only the ferocity of each spear thrust faster than the last, and the ever-approaching crimson shadow.

The Five Thunder Pearls atop Zhang Yuanzhu's head shimmered with five-colored light, their interior crackling with dense patterns. An invisible wave of energy spread out, constantly suppressing the old man.

Meanwhile, spells, blood spears, and grand formations relentlessly attacked, causing the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch to bleed.

"Roar!"

The old man growled, his eyes glaring menacingly at the approaching spear.

He raised his arms, which were covered in layers of flames, and then crashed down.

The crimson spear danced lightly, like a swimming dragon, its arms parting to leave specks of blood on the old man's body.

Zhang Yuanzhu's face was cold as he unleashed a barrage of spear shadows, engaging in a life-or-death struggle within a small space.

The footsteps continued forward, forcing the old man to retreat again and again. However, the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch, being a True Immortal of Condensed Fiends, had regained his composure and was desperately trying to counter the attack.

Ten tricks!

One hundred tricks!!
Five hundred moves!!!
An old man and a young man fought desperately, their blood splattering and staining the earth red, a scene of extraordinary carnage.

Stab it!

The spear pierced through his chest, sending up sprays of blood, before it could even shatter his body.

A withered hand slashed down fiercely.

Click!

The spear broke, and fragments scattered everywhere.

Zhang Yuanzhu discarded his spear, raised his fist, and spread his five fingers. Strands of purple lightning and runes converged, transforming into a thunder monument, carrying the aura of suppressing living beings.

Step forward, strike with your palm!
The old man, not to be outdone, raised his fist, and a burst of pale flames erupted as he met the stone tablet.

boom! boom!
The flames dissipated, the thunder monument was extinguished, and a hunched figure staggered backward.

The Yuan Dynasty's patriarch looked frustrated; he was at a complete disadvantage.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you live today."

Bang!

The Emperor's Sword was drawn, interrupting the roar.

A sword light flashed, without explosion or domineering force, like a spring breeze, swirling towards the old man's neck.

At the same time, a long, shimmering white ruler, like a beam of celestial light, tore through the sky and crashed down on the enemy's head.

Ah!
The old man's face was contorted with rage as he desperately tried to evade.

Sizzle! Thud!

His right arm was severed, and his left arm was reduced to a pool of blood and mud.

"Is it over?"

The old man swayed, looking ahead with resentment at the figure approaching with a sword and a ruler. He opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

The things that needed to be cursed, the things that needed to be said, the things that needed to be grieved, had already been said again and again during the battle.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained indifferent as he raised the Imperial Sword.

cut!
Stab it!

Blood splattered as a huge head was thrown into the air and rolled to the ground.

His old eyes were fixed on the capital, filled with guilt and remorse.

"It's me... I'm late!"

The words faded away, and life ceased.

Within the great formation, the formation patterns, formation plates, and formation flags all disappeared, leaving only a headless body standing among the rubble.

Zhang Yuanzhu sheathed his imperial sword, gazing at the rolling head and the mangled body.

With a wave of his hand, he collected it.

Immediately, he leaned on the measuring rod with both hands, panting heavily.

Ultimately, he was a True Immortal of Condensing Evil. Even with layers of weakening and various methods employed, it took all his strength to finally kill him.

And
"Thanks to the terrain of Dadu."

Zhang Yuanzhu exhaled.

This place, which was originally a rare and magnificent location, was turned into a dead end by him, burying the Lie clan.

He shook his head, took another step, and walked out of the formation.

The young man lowered his gaze, looking at the incense sticks that were mostly burned, and murmured:

"I said I'd kill you in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

With a flick of his sleeve, he extinguished the incense.

Then, he looked at the newly appointed Xuanqing Zhenren who was breaking the formation, and the mysterious Zhenren wearing a cloak.

He gazed at the endless array of array plates and fragments of array flags, his double pupils deep and unfathomable.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the two broke through three more killing formations.

Now, only six killing formations can be considered intact.

Zhang Yuanzhu slung the measuring ruler around his waist, raised his hand, and formed a hand seal to control the killing formation.

Boom!

In an instant, the great formation trembled, and rays of light burst forth, with countless streams of light rushing towards the two True Immortals to trap and kill them.

A fierce killing intent permeated every corner of the great formation.

At this moment, the two cultivators clearly felt the difference in the formation; it was more solid and its power was stronger.

The middle-aged man in the green robe looked up, his gaze passing over the great formation to the handsome young man and the silent formation behind him, his expression turning grim.

The figure cloaked beside them also noticed the unusual situation and slowly spoke:
"That good-for-nothing Lie Shi!"

The two immortals continued their attack, their magical power surging even more, accelerating the destruction of the great formation.

While manipulating the great formation, Zhang Yuanzhu took out a communication stone from his pocket and poured his magic power into it.

A phantom gradually appeared in front of him.

"Yuanzhu, where is this?"

Chen Zijing frowned slightly as he observed his surroundings. Once he could clearly see the great formation and the figures making their moves within it, his expression turned serious.

"Outside the capital of the Yuan Kingdom."

Zhang Yuanzhu responded by raising his hand, pointing to the great formation, and whispering:
"The newly appointed Xuanqing Zhenren is also a person hiding his true identity, but his identity is nothing more than one of two things."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious:
"Mountain Lord, summon the disciples of the Vast Ocean, Azure Thunder, and Scorching Sun lineages to quickly occupy the Yuan Kingdom. If you have the resources, you can try to reclaim the Qian Kingdom."

"Do not approach the original border of the Yan Kingdom."

"I see."

Chen Zijing nodded without hesitation and agreed immediately.

The mountain lord did not leave the dissipating phantom, but looked at the young man with some worry.

Since Yuan Zhu left the Daoist lineage to receive the envoy from Wuliang Palace, he had heard about the deeds of his own prodigy, who used a Dao artifact to kill the Ning Sha Realm envoy, but was imprisoned in the sect's common area.

Unfortunately, he lacked the power to do so. Despite his repeated attempts to rescue the victim, he was unable to even escape the Scorching Sun Dharma Vein.

Chen Zijing instructed:

"Be careful in everything, your own safety is the most important thing, and if necessary, you don't need to care about the tradition."

"It's alright."

Zhang Yuanzhu waved his hand dismissively.

He then spoke with the mountain lord about recent events.

A moment later, the illusory figure in front of him disappeared.

After that, Zhang Yuanzhu took out the jade slip that was used to contact Feng Xintang and began to arrange the situation between the Qian and Yuan kingdoms.

He wanted to take this opportunity to maximize his gains.

As for the new Xuanqing True Man within the formation, and the cloaked figure, their fates were already sealed the moment they killed the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch and stepped out of the formation; it was merely a matter of how much they would pay.

A single fragment of a Taoist sacred artifact is enough to send two people to their deaths.

Not to mention, this time, killing the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch yielded a considerable amount of spiritual items.

Zhang Yuanzhu sneered, one hand forming a magic seal to control the killing array, the other hand unleashing a burst of crimson-gold flames as he began to refine the array plate and array flags.

By simultaneously controlling the main formation and setting up new killing formations, there is still hope of wearing down the enemy.

After a stick of incense.

boom!
The great formation shattered, and two figures, one in green and one in black, charged out amidst the flames.

In the blink of an eye, they were enveloped by another killing formation, and with a roar, they began to destroy the formation.

In front of Zhang Yuanzhu, there were already many brand-new array plates and array flags piled up.

He strode forward, setting up his formation around the perimeter.

Breaking the formation and setting up the formation, the two True Immortals of Qi Condensation and the one Foundation Establishment cultivator were locked in a stalemate outside the capital.

A day passed, and four layers of killing formations were broken.

Two days later, they broke through the three-way killing formation again.

Three days later, the two great formations were torn apart.

Seven days have passed, and the two masters are still trapped inside the formation, unable to leave or break free.

(End of this chapter)