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Chapter 369 Zhang Yuanzhu: Will you still fight to the death? (4000)

The old man stared in disbelief at the hand piercing his chest, and tried his best to turn back.

"What would you like to see, senior brother?"

A mocking laugh rang out, and the middle-aged man slowly raised his bowed head, revealing a face covered in cracks.

The skin is pasted and pieced together like paper, eerie and demonic.

"Magic way!"

The old man's eyes were wide open in anger as he tried his best to mobilize his magical power to send the message back to the sect, but he could not use even a fraction of his strength.

"Senior brother Liao Wu, compared to the person you let go, I am much kinder."

The middle-aged man scoffed, and the torn skin healed and returned to normal.

"Oh, right, I forgot to mention, your junior brother's appearance is quite remarkable; it's a rare gem."

Bang!
The demonic energy surged, instantly extinguishing all the old man's life force and ending his life.

The middle-aged man looked at the corpse lying on the ground with regret in his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that this corpse was still used to slander that person, I would definitely keep it as one of my trump cards.

The greed vanished in a flash. The refined middle-aged man bent down, picked up the old man's corpse, and his face showed sorrow. He transformed into a rainbow and disappeared, far away from the direction where Zhang Yuanzhu and the other two had gone.

At the same time, he looked up to the sky and roared, his voice echoing across the mountains and rivers.

“This heretical villain, practicing evil magic, killed my sect’s elder. From this day forward, we will fight to the death and avenge this blood feud.”

All the cultivators who heard the sound showed anger on their faces, and all their hesitation disappeared.

Shouyimen had an excellent reputation within the Yushen Plain, and many lineages owed him a debt of gratitude. Now, however, an elder had been killed. Regardless of the reason, the enemy must be made to pay the price.

The plains of Shichuan, with their long, blue walls.

"Immortal Soldier Valley - Zhang Yuanzhu!"

The man, wearing a cyan-gold cloak over a silver shirt, slammed his palm down, shattering a distant mountain.

"He deserves to die!"

An elderly man in a Taoist robe stood beside the man, his eyes cold and filled with murderous intent.

"Impersonating a cultivator from the Boundless Palace, he instigated a war between the two sects, resulting in injuries to many fellow cultivators. Now he is even slaughtering disciples of the Guardian Sect. He must be killed."

After a bloody battle a few days ago, the righteous cultivators who had mastered the art of suppressing evil spirits had a general understanding of what had happened.

Naturally, he felt murderous intent towards the young man who had instigated everything.

However, no one chose to leave. Instead, they all gathered around the long wall, activated the great formation, and warily watched the seven figures opposite them.

As a result of the battle, the righteous cultivators were utterly defeated, several fellow cultivators suffered severe injuries, and even one Ning Sha cultivator perished.

Such a result surprised not only Qingyangzhai, but even Wuliang Palace itself.

The righteous sects that once expelled them don't seem to be as powerful as they were imagined.

"We need to find that junior as soon as possible, either kill or imprison him, and not let the outsiders linger."

The man, dressed in a cyan-gold cloak, had a solemn expression.

"No need to worry, I have already informed the fellow Daoists of Yiyang Dao Academy that we can quickly deduce the opponent's location with the help of magic treasures, and then we can surround and kill them together."

"Alright, we need to be quick, lest the Boundless Palace develop any inappropriate thoughts, otherwise it will be another catastrophe for all living beings."

After a brief exchange, the two decided on their next course of action.

The sky was cloudless, and the sun shone brightly high.

The mountains and rivers are vast, the forests are lush and green, and pure spiritual energy permeates every corner.

A warship sailed across the sky, heading south.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged at the bow of the ship, holding the jade slip containing the "Thunder God Sword" in his hand, and began to read it.

This thunder technique is essentially about using a sword to manipulate thunder and comprehend the Dao.

For months, he had cultivated to an extremely profound level, just half a step away from perfection and integrating it into the great killing technique—South Heavenly Gate.

Behind the young man, Fayan and Fading stood with their hands clasped together, their faces solemn, and they chanted Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Strands of Buddha's light emanated from his body, spreading and illuminating the deck.

Peaceful and serene!
"Ah!"

"You are all enjoying yourselves, but you are causing constant turmoil in the Divine Control Plains."

A hoarse voice descended from the heavens.

The next moment, the space around the warship cracked inch by inch, and a finger, seemingly slow but actually fast, touched the hull.

Boom~
In less than a breath, the protective formation, along with the Blazing Sun Warship, exploded with a deafening roar, like a firework blooming in the void.

A bolt of lightning tore through the flames, and in an instant, it fled a hundred miles away at top speed.

A chilling whisper, accompanied by a flash of lightning, drifted through the sky.

"Since you wish to wage war, then you shall be allowed to do so."

Blood trickled from the corner of Zhang Yuanzhu's mouth. He spread his arms, gripping the shoulders of the two women. The Xuan Kong Platform in his arms was cracked with fissures.

"Hey! Conquest?"

A man draped in a lapis lazuli cloak appeared above the explosion, his eyes filled with disdain.

He raised his arm, extended his five fingers forward, and sealed off the space.

"You can't leave today."

Its palm covered the sky, obscuring the sun, and its powerful aura stirred up millions of tons of dust.

Such power is exceptionally strong, far beyond what one would expect from someone just entering the initial stage of the Qi Condensation Realm.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless as he continued to activate the Xuan Kong Platform.

At the same time, a tall figure with a blood-red pearl on its head appeared behind the youth.

Blood beads burned atop the jade-armored corpse's head, and billowing corpse energy erupted, enveloping its entire body.

Roar!
With a roar, he stretched out his hand, swung the crimson sun above his head, and smashed it down towards the giant hand.

In an instant, the two crossed the sky and collided.

Rumble!
With a deafening roar, the giant hand shattered, the blood light dissipated, and the resulting rolling shockwaves rippled through the space.

After an unknown amount of time, the roaring sound subsided, and all the radiance disappeared.

Only the man wearing a blue-gold cloak stood in the void, gazing at the blood flowing from his palm.

"A deadly weapon!"

the other side.

As soon as Zhang Yuanzhu and the Jade Armor Corpse emerged from the void, they activated the Xuan Kong Platform again, fleeing for tens of thousands of miles before finally stopping.

He stood in the sky, released his hands from the shoulders of the two women, and scanned his surroundings with his deep, dark eyes.

“Brother Dao, I possess a secret treasure that conceals the secrets of heaven, which even a Golden Core True Monarch cannot deduce.”

He spoke quickly and solemnly.

She had clearly guessed why Qingyangzhai had been able to find them.

"We need to leave the Divine Realm quickly; that will surely allow us to escape our pursuit."

Zhang Yuanzhu took out the Golden Hammer from his storage bag, carried it on his back, and hung the Blood-Burning Bead on the waist of the Jade Armor Corpse.

"By merely concealing the secrets of heaven and obscuring deductions, one cannot escape."

The young man looked serious. He was too skilled in escape and pursuit. Even though the heavens concealed his location, his enemies could still search little by little to pinpoint his position.

He gently grasped the long ruler in his hand and whispered:

"No need to worry, I can handle the rest."

"If they want to experience the wind and snow from a frigid land, then let them experience it for themselves and see if it can freeze people to death."

Upon hearing this, the two women looked worried, as if they were seeing piles of corpses and rivers of blood.

Why did things turn out this way? Everything was fine, and we were not bothering each other, but now we have to fight to the death.

Is there some misunderstanding?

“Brother Dao has been in the Divine Control Plain for several days without killing or injuring a single person. He even deliberately avoided the searching cultivators. Even if he is a disciple of a side sect, the righteous path should not kill him directly like this.”

"Does it matter?" Zhang Yuanzhu grinned, looking at the group of cultivators searching in the distance.

With one step, thunder roared, its piercing light illuminating the mountains and rivers.

One by one, magical artifacts shattered, and figures collapsed to the ground, reduced to charred remains.

The young man flicked his sleeves, and the storage bags were put away one by one.

His various spiritual items had been exhausted during the formation and pursuit at Wuliang Palace, and now his unrestrained killing was just the right time to replenish them.

The two women then came to the young man's side. Looking at the scorched earth and the corpses, their eyes were filled with pity. They chanted Buddhist scriptures to pray for the souls of the dead.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained indifferent, his five fingers tightly gripping the measuring ruler.

"You two fellow Daoists may find a place to cultivate in seclusion. Once I have finished dealing with my miscellaneous matters, we can leave together."

He did not suggest that the other party use a secret treasure to conceal their aura.

After all, those to be killed next are all disciples of the righteous path, and Buddhism is also a righteous path.

Fa Yan remained silent for a moment, then shook his head, a resolute glint flashing deep in his eyes.

Now that things have come to this, she absolutely cannot fall into the hands of Qingyangzhai, and she cannot even die.

Fazhi, who was standing to the side, seemed to have thought of something as well, and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer.

“Junior sister, if you don’t enter the mortal world, don’t experience the sea of ​​suffering, and don’t uphold the precepts, how can you know the true meaning of the rules, how can you see through the illusion of worldly affairs, and see your Buddha-nature?”

It seemed like an explanation, a persuasion, and even more like convincing oneself.

Zhang Yuanzhu gave the two nuns a deep look; they were about to follow in his footsteps and walk together.

"Brother Dao, I have concealed the secrets of heaven for you and severed the karmic ties. You need to end the killing as soon as possible and leave safely with us."

Fayan's expression was solemn, and her beautiful eyes revealed an almost obsessive Buddhist nature.

The young man looked serious, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
"I respect your choice and will fulfill the promise I made long ago."

"it is good."

The woman whispered.

Extend your palm and gently stroke between your eyebrows.

Stab it!

A trickle of blood seeped from the wound between his brows.

This drop of blood was ordinary, without the slightest abnormality, yet the moment it appeared, it caused the Seven Treasures Tree deep within the young man's heart to tremble slightly.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was solemn. He used the secret technique 'Breaking Illusion' and his spiritual sense to examine the blood with all his might.

Boom~
"Praise be to the great virtue and great power!"

The countless prayers of living beings echoed in my ears, like a dream, fleeting and ephemeral.

Zhang Yuanzhu examined the blood, then glanced at Fayan, and whispered:
"What was that just now?"

Fa Yan did not answer; with a flick of his finger, blood fell into the young man's palm.

"This drop of blood, if kept close to the body, cannot be deduced even by a Golden Core True Monarch."

The legal representative, standing to the side with his eyes lowered, exclaimed in admiration:
“Brother Dao, you have a connection with Buddhism. If you enter my temple, you will surely attain the status of an Arhat.”

Lightning crackled at the youth's fingertips, enveloping them in crimson light. He placed the item in his robes and shook his head.

“I have already established my lineage, and my teachers have treated me well. How can I change my allegiance?”

"Pity!"

A legal sigh.

Zhang Yuanzhu ignored them and generated strands of lightning, covering the three of them.

"Why worry about what will happen in the future? Come, I'll take you to kill some people."

The youth laughed loudly, thunder roared, swept across the sky, and disappeared into the horizon.

Crimson blood began to flow across the Divine Control Plains as Zhang Yuanzhu struck repeatedly, killing one cultivator after another who participated in the search.

Whether it was an ambush, a brutal killing, or a trap set to kill, Qi Refining cultivators or Foundation Establishment cultivators, all were left lying dead on the ground.

Once a peaceful land, it was shrouded in death and bloodshed. Such a brutal massacre caused some to retreat and others to leave.

Having experienced no war for thousands of years, and never having witnessed such a bloody battle, it is perfectly normal to feel fear, regret, and retreat.

However, in times of crisis, there will always be someone who steps forward.

Dragon Head Peak, in the western part of Yushen Plain.

Nearly a thousand cultivators gathered from all directions.

The air was filled with the clamor of voices, and various energies intertwined and surged into the sky.

Gradually, the noise subsided into silence, and a chilling atmosphere permeated the mountains.

A slender, refined-looking middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd and stood at the very front.

"I, Shouyimen, will preside over this Demon Extermination Assembly."

The middle-aged man looked sad, his fingers clenched tightly, and his gaze swept over the group of cultivators.

"For the past month, the demon has been rampaging. Our sect's elder Feng Zhengxin, the direct disciple of Qingyangzhai Qingyangdaoyuan, and the elder of Qiuxinge are all dead."

“Zhang Yuanzhu, that demon, from the pass to the southern border of Yushenyuan, from east to west, across millions of miles of mountains and rivers, he attacked sects and destroyed temples, wantonly killing and causing rivers of blood to flow.”

“He thinks he can rely on bloodshed, that we will be afraid, that we will run away, that we will forget the blood feud. Now we are gathered together to tell that person.”

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in anger, his Foundation Establishment level nine magic power vibrated, and his pure magic power surged like waves.

“Thousands of years ago, their ancestors fled in disarray and were driven away from prosperous places, but we can still do it now.”

"kill!"

"Slay all the heretics!!"

One man let out a long howl, a hundred people shouted, a thousand people roared, their voices shaking the heavens.

Not far away, on the treetop, three figures stood side by side, watching the group of cultivators whose fighting spirit was boiling.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were sharp as he stared at the refined middle-aged man, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he understood something.

After more than a month of killing, he had already learned some information, such as the killing of Feng Zhengxin, the elder of the Shouyi Sect.

"I can still sense the nauseating aura of the Puppet Sect even from a hundred miles away."

His voice was icy cold, carrying a chilling killing intent.

No one in the entire side sects understood the Puppet Sect better than him, and he immediately noticed the other party's abnormality.

"Puppet Sect?"

Following the young man's gaze, Fa Yan saw a middle-aged man with a refined and scholarly appearance.

She had naturally heard of the Puppet Sect, the overlord of Fallen Demon Mountain!

"Brother Dao, since this is instigated by the demonic path, is there any way we can resolve it?"

"Are you joking?"

"You have personally witnessed the killings of the past month. The reasons are no longer important. It will only end when one side falls."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled.

In his view, Fayan, a Buddhist disciple, was sometimes decisive and sometimes naive, which was quite interesting.

After spending some time together, I began to have some suspicions.

"Wait here, I will be back soon."

The young man placed his palm on the long ruler, took a step, and disappeared into the treetops.

At Dragon Head Peak, a middle-aged man with a refined and scholarly appearance constantly mobilized the fighting spirit of the cultivators, while he himself kept a close eye on the mountain peak beneath his feet.

The so-called gathering of cultivators to besiege and kill Zhang Yuanzhu was nothing but an illusion to him.

Do you really think you can kill that villain with this group of corrupt righteous people?
Back then, the opponent was only at the Qi Refining Realm, yet he managed to fight his way out of Fallen Demon Mountain. Now that he's at the Foundation Establishment Realm, it's impossible for a group of cultivators, whose highest level is only at the peak of Foundation Establishment, to surround and kill him.

The middle-aged man's purpose was merely to use the fighting spirit of the group cultivators to awaken a treasure within Dragon Head Peak.

Soon!

In a little while, we can harvest the sweet fruit!
(End of this chapter)