Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 386 Come, let me tell you what a demon is (4000)

Fa Yan gazed at the young man's figure enveloped in golden light, and ripples stirred deep within his eyes.

The woman pursed her red lips slightly, took a step forward, and stood side by side, overlooking the rivers and mountains.

"I will travel with you, across thousands of miles of land and sky."

Zhang Yuanzhu gently stroked the long, white ruler with his five fingers and lightly touched his forehead.

Then, he looked down at the ancient forest below the cliff.

"We'll leave after we deal with the hiding rats."

Several figures were hidden among them, looking up in horror, clearly not expecting that person to appear here.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you actually haven't left the Holy City."

A cultivator murmured in disbelief, his body swaying, before suddenly retreating.

In an instant, figures soared into the sky, all rushing backward.

They were ordered to search the area around the holy city, but it was just a matter of luck; who knew they would actually encounter that person.

The true masters have long since departed, pursuing their goals towards distant mountains and rivers.

"Has it been completely exposed?"

Zhang Yuanzhu sighed softly.

If even an ordinary cultivator knows his name, his identity must have spread widely.

Lost in thought, he raised his arm and spread his fingers.

Boom~
It’s getting dark!
A hand wrapped in lightning appeared in the sky, obscuring the sun.

Tens of millions of tons of air and spiritual energy were forced out by an overwhelming force, emitting bursts of howls.

The streaks of escaping rainbow light were blown away, revealing the cultivators and freezing their forms.

They looked at Tianyu in despair, their eyes dim.

Such power! He must be a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Even a True Immortal in the Condensation Realm is probably no more powerful than him.

The young man's expression was indifferent; he slowly lowered his raised arm.

bang bang bang~
One after another, figures exploded, their flesh and blood turning to ashes in the lightning.

Ancient trees turned into charcoal, and large areas of land became glassy, ​​creating an apocalyptic scene.

In less than a breath, all the cultivators within a radius of hundreds of miles were wiped out, all perishing.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand, lowered his gaze, stared at the burning white paper in his palm, and grinned.

"I can run into you everywhere."

A surge of inexplicable feelings welled up from the depths of my soul as I traced the characteristics within.

Zhang Yuanzhu slightly turned his body, looking towards the direction of the Holy City, and murmured to himself:
'found it! ’

One step, and he vanished.

In the valley, an old man wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk sat cross-legged on the ground.

The old Taoist suddenly stood up, staring in horror at the distant sky where a giant thunderous hand appeared and disappeared.

Why hasn't he left yet?

Incredible whispers echoed through the valley.

His magical power surged from his dantian, his blood and qi churned, and wisps of black mist emanated from his body as he tried to escape.

"Ah!"

A soft laugh rang in my ears.

For the old man, it was like a thunderclap, causing his magical power and vital energy to come to a standstill.

Suddenly, a young man dressed in a red robe and carrying a long ruler appeared in front of them.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out the measuring ruler, slowly raised it, and placed it on the old man's shoulder.

Bang!
The black mist dissipated, and the Taoist robe and skin shattered into pale paper, scattering everywhere, revealing a middle-aged man with a cold face.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, his body trembling, his mouth open but he dared not utter a sound.

"The Paper Doll Peak of the Puppet Sect, or the Paper Doll Dao Lineage of the sect's traitors."

The cold voice intensified the middle-aged cultivator's fear.

Only cultivators who had emerged from the Demon Realm could truly understand how violent and insane the person before them was.

This is a madman, an even madman than them.

“I come from the Puppet Sect, not as a traitor to your sect.”

“Senior, this pursuit was instigated by the Du family, in conjunction with various righteous sects. It has nothing to do with me.”

“I am valuable; I can infiltrate the Du family for you and gather intelligence.”

Zhang Yuanzhu stared at the demonic cultivator who kept talking and frantically defending himself.

Press down with the long ruler.

Bang!
His arm exploded, turning into blood and bone.

"I've been talking too much nonsense."

The middle-aged demonic cultivator's face was contorted, his mangled body trembled violently, and he clenched his teeth tightly, not daring to utter a sound of agony.

"I will ask, and you will answer; there is no need for further discussion."

"Was Qingyangzhai involved in this manhunt?"

The demonic cultivator kowtowed, his voice hoarse.
"I did not participate."

"Your identity was exposed by the Du family. They said you were impersonating a disciple of Qingyangzhai and were killing cultivators. They said they would join forces with the various sects of Qingmu Mountain to kill you."

"Rumors even circulated within the Du family that a prodigy, surpassing even those who had entered the world, would participate in this grand event and claim the prize."

The middle-aged demonic cultivator's voice trembled, becoming hoarse and almost imperceptible:
"Your head!"

He paused, and seeing that Zhang Yuanzhu did not react, he continued:

"As for Qingyangzhai, all of its sect's strength is focused on the Green Wall to defend against Wuliang Palace, leaving it with no time to spare."

The middle-aged man explained in great detail, recounting most of the information he knew.

After an unknown amount of time, the demonic cultivator looked up at the expressionless face.

"Senior, can I go now?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of mockery.

He swung the long ruler in his hand.

bang~
The middle-aged man's mangled body exploded and turned to ashes.

A gleaming sound transmission stone rolled to the ground from the ashes.

With a wave of his hand, the young man placed the sound transmission jade in his palm and sensed the messages transmitted from it.

It's nothing more than revealing his location and recounting his cruelty.

Clench your fists together.

Click!

The sound transmission stone shattered, and the powder slid down between his fingers.

"Those demonic and wicked people should all be killed."

Zhang Yuanzhu's arms hung naturally at his sides.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into lightning and sped away.

In just a few breaths, he was back in front of the cliff, and with a flick of his sleeve, the silver boat appeared.

"Let's board the ship and go."

"it is good."

Two responses were given, and Fayan and Fading leaped onto the warship.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the bow of the boat and steered it away.

The silver boat glided across the sky, its speed not particularly fast, but rather leisurely and carefree.

"Brother Dao, this place is close to the Holy City. Shouldn't we leave quickly?"

The law could not help but offer advice.

"Senior sister, please don't say anything more. Just follow the arrangements made by the Daoist brother along the way."

Fayan clasped his hands together, his eyes peaceful, watching the clouds drift by.

"If you could lead us through such a perilous place as Yushen Plain, then you can certainly do it now."

Zhang Yuanzhu casually draped his arm over a long ruler, his red robe fluttering in the wind, his black hair dancing in the breeze, and beneath his fine, sharp eyebrows, a pair of eyes that gleamed with a dark yellow lightning.

As majestic as the heavens, as divine as a god descending to earth.

"Aside from the Du family, no one else is worth paying attention to in this pursuit."

"Whether they are prodigies or ancient powerhouses, I will cut them all down and carve out a path for them to leave."

"And now."

Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the long ruler tightly with his five fingers, his spine straight, like a divine sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed, capable of cutting through anything.

"I will kill all my enemies, leaving none alive."

The chilling killing intent was made without the slightest attempt to conceal it.

She let out a soft sigh, as if she were seeing once again the road where blood flowed like rivers and corpses piled up like mountains.

He pressed his palms together, murmured a Buddhist chant, and said nothing more.

For a moment, there was no more noise on the silver boat, which moved forward in silence.

I don't know how much time has passed.
"Hahaha!"

"I arrived here first, before my elder brother."

A loud laugh echoed from the ends of the earth.

Immediately afterwards, several streaks of light rushed over and blocked the airship.

Standing at the very front was a young man dressed in dark green armor, with an arrogant expression.

He was thin, yet he exuded immense pressure.

Behind him stood two figures: an old servant in a gray robe and a man in a black robe.

Whether it was the old servant or the young man in black robes, they all looked respectful. "You are Zhang Yuanzhu, a minor cultivator from a side sect."

The young man, dressed in dark green armor, stood with his hands behind his back and slowly began to speak.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the young man, then turned his gaze to the old servant behind him.

The palm rests on the long, white ruler:
"It is astonishing that someone as powerful as you would willingly serve as a servant."

"I grew up in the Du family since I was a child. I have never lacked resources, scriptures, or magical artifacts. There is no difference between servants and servants."

The gray-robed old man had a gentle expression as he pointed to the black-robed youth beside him.

"This is a talented young man from my Wang family, who follows the lineage of the Second Young Master. He possesses all sorts of spiritual treasures. Young friend, you might as well consider this a hundred times better than struggling in this quagmire."

"So he's gotten used to being a dog. That's not surprising."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, then looked away and gazed at the young man in dark green armor at the front.

His face held a mocking expression, and his mouth was open.

"die!"

A loud shout.

Invisible fluctuations spread outwards, space collapsed inch by inch, mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles crumbled, and vegetation turned to ash.

The second young master's armor tore apart, he coughed up blood and retreated, his body cracking open with fissures, as if it were about to shatter like porcelain.

Such a scene was too terrifying. With just one roar, hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers turned to ashes, and even space itself collapsed.

Such power exceeded everyone's imagination.

"what!"

"Old Wang, save me!"

A mournful wail, accompanied by cries for help, echoed through the void.

A hunched figure appeared instantly in front of the second young master.

His emaciated body rapidly swelled and became robust.

Clap it with one palm.

Boom!

The invisible sound waves were shattered.

The second young master retreated rapidly, his expression filled with horror.

He almost got yelled to death.

How did Du Xuan manage to survive three moves against such a formidable opponent?

Is there really such a big difference between him and the truly outstanding people in his family?

Fortunately, Elder Wang, being a second-step expert in the Condensing Fiend Realm, is sure to be able to kill this anomaly.

Various thoughts raced through his mind, transforming into a furious murderous intent.

"Old Wang, use every means to kill him."

The second young master growled.

He turned slightly to the side, his eyes cold as he looked at the black-robed youth who came to help him up.
"Wang Xue, you go up too, and together we will surround and kill the enemy."

The black-robed youth trembled slightly, nodded to the second young master, and turned to head towards the battlefield.

The old man in the gray robe looked at Wang Xue, who had come to his side, and a trace of sadness flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of pent-up anger, facing the silver boat with an icy expression.

"Those who follow unorthodox paths are no different from demons. They don't appreciate the young master's good intentions and deserve to die!"

As he took a step forward, wisps of flame appeared around him, burning fiercely like torches, illuminating the void.

The old man's body merged with the flames and he rose rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a giant of flames thousands of feet tall, standing on the void with the clouds above his head.

kill!

The giant of flames pressed down with a single palm, covering the void as if a sea of ​​fire were collapsing.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, his mouth wide open in a wanton and arrogant grin.

"magic?"

He gripped the long, white ruler tightly in his hand and slowly pulled it out.

"Come, I'll show you what a true demon is!"

A surge of demonic energy emanated from his body, enveloping him.

Using a ruler as a knife, I slashed upwards towards the sky.

There were no dazzling sword flashes, no sharp sword energy, only the deepest demonic nature.

Waaah~ Hehe~
Amidst the wailing and howling of ghosts, the flames were extinguished, the giant hand tore apart, and vanished into the void.

Old Wang frowned deeply. This demonic aura, this demonic nature, actually instilled in him an instinctive fear, and he blurted out:

"You come from Fallen Demon Mountain!"

no respond.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his arm and drew his knife.

Cut again!

The blade gleamed with a deep, dark light, blending into the void, cleaving through the flames, and pressed against the chest of the fire giant.

Stab it!

The arm, along with half of the body, was instantly destroyed, turning into specks of fire.

The young man in red, with cold eyes, took a step forward, approaching the giant.

He raised his arm and slashed horizontally.

The long ruler in his palm, like a demonic dragon, roared and howled, engulfing the enormous head.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared indifferently at the mangled body of the flaming giant, and then brought down the long ruler in his hand.

He whispered to himself:
'Seven Demon Blades, Fourth Strike!'

The demonic blade flashed, its demonic nature eerie, and its dark light covered the void in flames, extinguishing all light.

The black-robed youth, who had been observing all along but was powerless to intervene, perished without even uttering a wail.

"Zhang Yuanzhu!"

A roar filled with fury shook the void as a massive figure broke through the dark light and charged forward with all his might.

Flames erupted from his body, fighting against the omnipresent demonic energy.

"You old pig-dog, continue."

The young man laughed loudly, his black hair flying wildly and his red robe fluttering in the wind.

He wielded the ruler forward and brought it down on his head.

The fifth strike, a slash!

The demonic energy boiled and burned, transforming into a blade of light that stretched from the sky to the earth, which slashed down with a thunderous roar.

An arm was severed, and blood gushed out, staining the void red.

Ah!
Amidst the mournful howls, a figure retreated at an even faster pace than when it arrived.

At that moment, a look of astonishment flashed in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes. In such a fierce battle, you actually dared to run away.

With a gentle caress of his five fingers on the long ruler, the shimmering white turned pitch black, and with a single step, his body merged into the void.

When it reappeared, it was already on top of the old man's head.

The sixth strike, a slash!

The long ruler cleaved down at lightning speed, creating ripples in the void.

In an instant, a strand of gray appeared in Zhang Yuanzhu's black hair, and a wrinkle appeared on his face.

The long ruler in his hand, still possessing its demonic nature, was used to slash at the enemy's head.

Danger!

very dangerous!!

Extremely dangerous!!!

The feeling of death welled up in Old Wang's heart, distorting his face.

He thought that as a servant, he could die peacefully, but when he truly faced death, only one thought remained in his mind.

"After more than two hundred years of cultivating and seeking the Dao, I absolutely cannot die."

The old man looked up at the sky and roared.

A crimson pearl rose from his bosom, hovering above his head, blocking the blade's gleam.

Wisps of red mist swirled around the jewel, like a great sun shrouded in blood, exuding a bewitching allure.

Old Wang looked at the rising weapon with anticipation in his eyes.

The next moment, the blade and the precious pearl crossed the void and collided fiercely.

Boom! Click!
With a deafening roar, the pearl exploded, turning into countless fragments.

The blade flashed downwards.

Stab it!

An arm, along with half of his chest, was cut off and turned to ashes in the demonic energy.

The old man collapsed in the void, his eyes filled with despair as he watched the crimson figure approach.

Each strike was stronger than the last, more demonic than the last, seemingly without limit, blocking all resistance, leaving only the option to endure until death.

Zhang Yuanzhu smiled, strode over, and raised the long ruler high.

The seventh strike, a slash!

The dark light swept over everything, instantly extinguishing all of the old man's life force.

At this moment, wrinkles disappear, white hair turns black, and vitality fills the body once again.

He stood still, gazing at the streak of light rapidly disappearing into the distance in the sky beyond the void, his eyes filled with mockery.

'Can they escape?'

(End of this chapter)