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Chapter 371 Purple Blood Stains the Buddha's Heart (4000 words)

"Next move, I'll kill you!"

Zhang Yuanzhu slung the measuring ruler around his waist, his arms hanging naturally at his sides.

Breathe
With each breath, qi and blood circulate throughout the limbs and bones, and even the muscles, bones, skin, and internal organs unleash tremendous power.

Within his dantian, the six layers of spiritual platforms trembled, and surging magical power swept out like a vast ocean.

Within his mind, the nine-tiered glazed pagoda trembled slightly, and the golden figure sitting cross-legged within it formed an ancient hand seal, his spiritual consciousness flowing and spreading.

At this moment, the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit have all reached their peak, leaving no room for further advancement.

At this moment, his will was as firm as divine iron, harboring the most resolute killing intent.

At that moment, Chi Ying leaned forward, raised his arm, and threw a punch!

Boom!

Heaven and earth were hidden at this moment, with only purple lightning crisscrossing the sky. Between the intertwining of light and lightning, there seemed to be endless Daoist charm flowing.

Then it transformed into a majestic gate that stands tall and majestic, sacred and eternal!

Nine dragons coil around the pillar, and five-colored lightning flows beneath the door. An ancient plaque hangs in the center, and a divine sword gleaming with cold light hangs below it.
The five thunder techniques merged into one at this moment.

Then, a vast, magnificent, and intense aura rose up.

With the indomitable spirit of conquering all under heaven and achieving eternal victory.

The masses live before the gate, while immortals reside behind it!
This is the South Heavenly Gate!

The middle-aged man in the green robe stared blankly at the towering gate that stretched as far as the eye could see, all his thoughts frozen in place.

With such fists, such magic, and such spirit, could he possibly withstand it?
It seems that waiting to die is the only option.

"Fellow Daoist, you've gone mad, you want to die."

"How will those unorthodox cultivators view us as weak-willed good-for-nothings?"

A long howl came, startling the middle-aged man awake.

The middle-aged Taoist glanced gratefully at the sect leader, who was locked in a fierce battle. The confusion in his eyes dissipated, replaced by determination.

He was the leader of the righteous sect, an elder of Qingyangzhai. How could he be crushed to death without any resistance?

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you want to kill me in one move? Come on!"

The middle-aged man's expression was ferocious as he roared to the sky.

The nine-layered spiritual platform, along with the malevolent energy, trembled violently, desperately squeezing out every last bit of magical power.

Qi and blood, spiritual consciousness begin to burn, providing all their power.

He had no scruples, no regard for the future, all he wanted was power.

It's a life-or-death struggle, what's there to be afraid of!
His green robe fluttered in the wind, his long hair billowing, and his slender, fair fingers moved in unpredictable motions, embodying the principles and wisdom he had cultivated over hundreds of years.

Countless hand seals and incantations transformed into a single hand seal at this moment.

Qingyang Pure World Seal!

A bright blue sun rises, its radiance dazzling, dispelling thunder and bringing salvation to the world.

It lacks the explosive power of the sun, yet it warms hearts; its radiance shines down, causing vegetation to grow and spiritual springs to gush forth.

The middle-aged Taoist stepped in, merging with the azure sun, and struck across the heavens.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood behind the South Heavenly Gate, gazing at the rising blue sun.

He seemed to see the demonic forces running rampant, and the blue light saving the world and driving away the demons; he also saw demons devouring people, and the blue sun stained with demon blood.

It reflects all that has happened in the past.

Is this still magic?

The young man had deep eyes, took a step forward, and pressed down with his fist.

That majestic gate, like a dam spanning heaven and earth, trembled slightly and pressed down on the blue sun.

Boom!

The azure light crumbled inch by inch, and a figure retreated, bleeding profusely.

In the next instant, it was suppressed by the door and turned into dust.

So easily, so simply, without any stalemate, the enemy was already dead.

It's not that the opponent isn't strong enough, nor that their magic isn't sophisticated enough.

Instead, they retreat one step at a time, and then retreat step by step until they finally muster their remaining strength, but how can they change the overwhelming trend?

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Yuanzhu sent a jade bracelet flying out of the ashes and landing in his palm.

With a flick of his wrist, he put away the storage device.

Then, he turned his gaze to the old man who was fighting against the refining corpse.

With one step, they would surround and kill the sect leader guarding the gate.

Suddenly, the young man frowned.

In the next instant, a long roar shook the heavens and the earth.

"Thief, die!"

A powerful aura, far exceeding that of a normal Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, swept over.

A cyan light appeared from the edge of the field of vision, tearing through hundreds of miles of sky, and charged towards us.

He was able to evade such attacks.

but
Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the flying boat blocking the way in front of the radiance, a look of helplessness on his face.

"Junior sister, let's go!"

With a low growl, he stood directly in front of Fa Yan.

They were powerless to withstand this attack and had no choice but to flee.

Fayan's eyes showed sorrow, his hands clasped together, and he whispered:

"That's too late."

Just as the two women closed their eyes and awaited death, a tall, slender figure appeared in front of them.

The gentle voice, like a spring breeze, soothed the uneasy hearts of the two.

"Stand behind me!"

Zhang Yuanzhu spread his arms, and sixty-eight divine rings appeared, rising and falling to protect him.

Golden light shone forth, flowing around him like liquid, exuding an aura of immortality and indestructibility.

A thin veil of starlight appeared on the red robe, mysterious and serene.

A golden warhammer rose behind him, casting rays of golden light to protect him.

Deep within the soul, atop the Seven Treasures Tree, the [Characteristics] of Injury Reduction, Vajra, Hardening, and Vitality burst forth.

All the means to protect himself were completed in an instant, and a blue light shone.
It's happening right now!
In an instant, the Golden Hammer exploded, all sixty-eight divine rings vanished, the fluttering starlight dispersed, and the golden light extinguished.

All protective measures only held him back for a few breaths before the torrent crashed into the young man's body.

Boom! Bang!

Inside the storage bag, the Xuanjia Dragon Cauldron was instantly shattered. Its [Characteristic] was "Injury Substitution," and before it could infect other objects, its azure light had already broken through the skin and torn apart flesh.

Purple blood rained down, staining the two female monks' robes, soaking their faces, and blurring their vision.

Whether it's legal or legal terminology, they stood frozen in place, staring at the figure blocking their way.

His compassionate eyes, which had always been calm, were now stirred by waves of emotion.

Even the crystal Buddha heart has cracked.

I don't know what they are saying, nor what they are thinking.

Click!Click!
The crisp sound of shattering awakened the two women. Mysterious patterns spread out, enveloping the three figures and disappearing into the void.

For a moment or for eternity, vision clears again.

Fazhi and Fayan looked at the blood-soaked figure slumped in front of the tree trunk and quickly stepped forward.

What came into view was an extremely tragic scene.

His once handsome face had been half-sliced ​​away, and parts of his chest, heart, and limbs had disappeared, revealing his purplish-gold bones.

Blood flowed down, staining the earth red.

"Brother Dao, quickly take this medicine; it will help you recover."

Fa Yan quickly reached into his robes, took out a golden-glowing pill, and handed it over.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yuanzhu grabbed the pill and swallowed it.

At the same time, his eyes shone with a blue light, and a rich vitality filled his body as he worked hard to repair himself.

"No need to worry."

As long as he isn't killed in one blow, he'll be able to recover from his injuries quickly, given his abilities.

"We need to leave this place quickly to avoid being found."

As the words drifted by, the young man waved his sleeves, and one after another, Xuan Kong Platforms appeared in front of Fa Yan.

"My magical power is almost exhausted. I will trouble you, fellow Daoist, to leave."

"How could it be troublesome? It is because my senior sister and I are weak that you, fellow Daoist, have fallen into such a predicament."

The woman put away the Xuan Kong Platform in front of her, and under the young man's guidance, her magical power surged into it.

After an unknown amount of time, having exhausted all the Xuan Kong Platforms, the three landed in a valley. The valley was desolate, with sparse spiritual energy and withered vegetation.

Zhang Yuanzhu leaned against the rock, focusing all his efforts on repairing his body.

The bleeding stopped, the muscles began to move, and the skin healed.

The golden elixir had melted, and its gentle medicinal power flowed through every corner of his body.

His magical power began to replenish, the blood energy he had consumed returned, and his body continued to strengthen.

A hint of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes; such a pill must be incredibly valuable.

"Brother Dao, how are you feeling now?"

Fa Yan stood to one side, but his eyes held a worry.

Not far away, Fazhi was doing the same, wiping the blood from his face while looking at the young man.

"Good pills, plus secret techniques, can restore the body in two hours at most, and even improve it further."

Zhang Yuanzhu casually draped his arm over the long ruler.

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Fa Yan's pretty face, as if a hundred flowers were blooming.

The Vajra Pill of Buddhism is a precious pill that enhances the physical body, cultivation level, and spiritual consciousness. Only the most direct descendants can possess it, as a secret medicine for breakthroughs in seclusion.

Now, however, the woman is using it as medicine to heal her wounds and is giving it to him.

However, Fa Yan's smile quickly faded, and his expression became serious:
"Brother Dao, why did you risk your life to protect me and my senior sister?"

"It would be a pity if a prodigy like you were to die like this."

The young man stroked the long ruler with his palm, feeling the warmth from his fingertips, and looked up at the sky:
“I promised to escort you to the Southern Desert, how could I break my promise?”

The voice was calm yet firm.

Fa Yan remained silent for a moment before asking softly:

"Just that?"

"That's all!"

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his head and stared directly at the woman, his double pupils as deep as the starry sea.

Fayan raised his sleeve, wiped the blood from his face, and lowered his gaze to look at the blood-stained monk's robe.

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist, if we return to the Southern Desert, I will retrieve the Yin-Yang attribute evil energy for you as quickly as possible."

Turning around, he spoke:
"Senior sister, prepare a new set of robes for me."

Casual and indifferent.

"I see."

He nodded slightly to the forehead without saying anything more.

Then, the two left one by one and began to set up cover around the valley.

An hour later.

After Zhang Yuanzhu recovered most of his injuries, he began to take stock of the gains and losses of the battle.

The mid-grade spiritual weapon, the Golden Radiance Hammer, shattered, but fortunately, he managed to take several fragments and was still able to use the [Special Attribute] Ridge Defense.

The top-grade spiritual artifact obtained from the Yuan Kingdom's treasury—the Xuanjia Dragon-Bearing Cauldron—collapsed instantly.

Most importantly, the Jade Armor Corpse and the Blood-Burning Pearl were still fighting the sect leader of the Guardian Sect when they left.

We can no longer contact them; they must have been captured.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked helpless; the losses in this battle were too great.

The body contained a malevolent weapon, a corpse refined at the level of malevolent energy condensation, as well as high-grade and mid-grade spiritual weapons, and it itself suffered severe damage.

If it weren't for that powerful figure's sudden attack, or if Fa Yan and Fa Ding hadn't been on the path of attack, he wouldn't have suffered such a great loss.

"The things I'm waiting for aren't easy to carry."

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were icy cold.

Although the corpse cannot be sensed, the [Special Attribute] Tracking can still be used to find it, and given the right opportunity, it can be taken back.

Call ~
Exhaling a breath of stale air, the young man calmed the murderous intent in his heart.

He stretched out his palm, took out the bracelet, and examined it carefully.

This was the only gain from the battle: storage items taken from the middle-aged Taoist priest.

With a light touch of the fingertip, array patterns were generated, quickly breaking the restriction.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the storage bracelet was fully opened.

A surge of spiritual awareness probed into it, scanning it one by one.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up. The spiritual items were all there, clearly indicating that the enemy had not destroyed any of them before dying.

Or rather, the righteous sects, who have not experienced battles for a long time, do not have this idea of ​​not letting the other party have an easy time even if they die.

A thought came to my mind.

Three streaks of light flew out from the storage bracelet and hovered in front of him.

A golden bell, a wooden box, and yet not a single jade slip.

He first turned his gaze to Admiralty.

He stretched out his palm, gripped the bell tightly, and his magical power surged in like a tide, erasing the traces of his enemies and leaving his own mark.

A moment later, I pulled it in front of me and examined it closely.

The small golden bell is engraved with intricate patterns.

"A high-grade spiritual weapon?"

After sensing the golden bell, Zhang Yuanzhu made a judgment.

"Let it be called the Golden Bell from now on."

The young man chuckled softly.

He recalled the magical artifact he used when cultivating Qi, which was crafted by the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Path and was quite handy to use, but unfortunately it was destroyed in the Demonic Land.

Then, after controlling it and confirming that it had no [special characteristics], it was put into the storage bag.

Then, he turned his gaze to the wooden box and flicked it lightly with his fingertips.

Click!

The wooden box was opened, revealing grape-sized fruits, with wisps of purple mist swirling around them and a medicinal fragrance permeating the surroundings.

Just one sniff made him feel his magical power become much more active.

"A precious medicine to enhance cultivation?"

Zhang Yuanzhu speculated.

However, he wasn't sure, so he decided to ask Fayan and Faming again after they returned.

He reached out, closed the wooden box, and put it into his bosom.

Then, he probed the jade slip with his spiritual sense.

The words "Qingyang Exterminates Demons with Divine Thunder" flashed into my mind.

'Thunder magic?'

Zhang Yuanzhu was surprised, but then became interested and began to carefully read through the book.

By communicating with the purest and most refined Yang Thunder from the Nine Heavens, and fusing it with the essence of plants and trees to cultivate the Supreme Yang Divine Thunder, slaying demons and vanquishing evil is merely a trivial matter.
It must be said that the righteous thunder magic is designed to slay demonic and unorthodox sects, and its killing power is astonishing.

After he had read through the entire book of Thunder Magic,

A flicker of interest crossed the young man's eyes; this lightning technique was quite interesting.

It can be used as a killing technique, the last thunder technique.

Moreover, the "Thunder God Sword Technique" has been perfected and can be perfectly integrated into the Southern Heavenly Gate. It is time to prepare for the next stage of thunder magic training.

Zhang Yuanzhu quickly made a decision after considering his thoughts.

Cultivating the "Azure Sun Demon-Slaying Thunder"!
The spoils were quickly tallied, and two beautiful figures walked out of the valley.

The words of law come first, followed by the law itself, slowly approaching the youth.

The Dharma Words Speak:
"I am relieved that you are recovering well, fellow Daoist."

As the words drifted by, he stretched out his hand, took out another golden pill, and handed it over.

"Take the Vajra Pill, brother, for self-defense. It will make you more composed if you encounter danger again."

Following behind Fa Yan, Fa Ding's lips twitched. Only his junior sister could produce two of these precious pills in a row.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the pill, sensing the medicinal power still flowing within his body, as well as the enhanced physique and cultivation, and shook his head.

"The pills are too precious, fellow Daoist, you can keep them yourself, there's no need for such formalities."

Fa Yan remained silent. The other party had taken the elixir and should understand its effects, yet he refused in this way.

Call ~
'Zhang Yuanzhu!'

The woman sighed inwardly, but did not insist. She put away the pill and said:
"What should we do next?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was icy as he uttered a single word.

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)