Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 417 A boring backup plan, but you can take my punch (4000)

It was a being whose face was extremely similar to Mu Qiutian's, and whose aura was the same, with not much difference between them.

Moreover, they are younger and more vibrant.

Clearly, this place is also one of the escape routes arranged by Ancestor Willowwood.

“Young man, you were able to find this place. It seems that the arrangement of the place to inherit the spiritual root has failed. You have a good heart.”

The young man stood with his hands behind his back, his long green hair dancing in the wind.

"Unfortunately, I have ended up in this ruin. If I kill you, I will have another chance."

"Another chance?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered, and he casually dismissed the demonic sword in his hand, slowly walking forward:
"Interesting, is it because of this Ancient Spirit Wall?"

Although it was a question, the words carried an air of certainty.

The green-haired youth seemed in no hurry to make a move, coldly watching the approaching crimson figure, and slowly stated:

"Our clan discovered this demonic ruin long ago. The so-called Ancient Reflection Stone Wall is nothing more than a means of revival created by a demonic lord using rare and precious objects from heaven and earth."

"But even the most meticulous methods, over the long years, turn to dust and become part of our people's heritage."

After a pause, Muqiu's expression became intense, and his voice was filled with fervor:

"As long as I kill you, I can use this strange object to escape into your mind and live in your place."

Tower~
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in his tracks, tilted his head slightly, and grinned:

"If you can kill me at the same level, what's wrong with giving this body to you?"

Step out.

Boom!

The heavens and earth trembled, blood and qi circulated through the limbs and bones, and a purple light soared into the sky, spreading across the mountains and rivers.

"Come on, let me see how much strength you, this loser, still have."

The young man laughed loudly.

Arms raised, palms extended forward, fingers spread, changing six times in a single breath, each change representing the pinnacle of a spell.

Blood and magical power surged forth, transforming into swirling snowflakes, condensed frost, and sharp sword patterns. These scenes circled around his arms, unleashing powerful forces that propelled his fists forward.

forward!

Boom! !
The heavens and earth were torn apart, and unparalleled fist light burst forth, dazzling and radiant.

Like a red lotus rising, illuminating the world, yet also like wind, snow, and ice.

This is both fist and magic.

At this moment, facing the fist head-on, Mu Qiutian could no longer maintain his composure and stared in horror at the light of the fist.

He knew that the outside cultivator named Zhang Yuanzhu was exceptionally talented and powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have lured him here. But how could a mere Foundation Establishment Level 8 cultivator be so powerful?

A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, but in the end, they all merged into one.

'I want to live, I want to break through to the Golden Core realm again.'

"Roar!"

Mu Qiutian roared to the sky, his cultivation level rising continuously, and his magical power and blood energy increasing rapidly.

Eight levels of foundation building!

Foundation Establishment Level Nine!
The first step in condensing the evil energy!!!
hum~
Behind him, the ancient spirit wall trembled, and an invisible aura surged into the green-haired figure.

In an instant, Muqiu Tian's realm advanced another step.

The second step of the Condensing Qi Realm!

"Youngster, you are bound to be defeated by someone of a higher realm!"

The young man growled, his green hair flying wildly, as if he were reaffirming his beliefs, or perhaps trying to convince himself.

He refused to believe that, having discovered the flaws in the Ancient Spirit Wall, he, with a difference of four realms, could not kill his opponent.

Who isn't a prodigy?
Strands of azure light surged into his body, constantly intertwining and transforming into mysterious runes.

Each rune is incredibly mysterious, carrying unique laws. When they come together, they form a green willow tree.

The willow tree is tall, rooted in the earth and reaching into the clouds, like a wooden wall standing between heaven and earth, blocking the fist.

Two attacks are closing in!
near!!
Get closer!!!
Until they touch!

Click! Boom!
There was no stalemate as expected, no deafening roar, only flying sawdust and broken willow branches.

The fist imprints danced like lotus blossoms, engulfing the willow trees and covering the green-haired youth.

The desperate struggles and frantic roars were nothing more than a few ripples in the face of the fist's light.

Silence fell upon everything; above and below, only the dazzling light of fists shone, and nothing else.

After an unknown amount of time, the light from the punch dissipated.

The earth was shattered, and all the lamps, torches, mountains, and rivers had vanished.

Before the ancient Lingbi Mountain, a green-haired youth knelt on the ground, struggling to raise his head.

He wanted to see the tall, slender figure in front of him clearly, but he no longer had the strength.

bang~
His body exploded and vanished into thin air.

Throughout the entire process, Zhang Yuanzhu never lowered his gaze, but instead observed the spirit wall in front of him.

Click~
Suddenly, an empty space next to Lingbi was torn apart, and a bookshelf flew out and stuck into the ground.

The bookshelves were antique, covered by a light screen, with runes flowing endlessly.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, his double pupils half-closed, as he examined the bookshelf that had appeared, as well as the jade slip under the light screen.

'These runes look somewhat familiar.'

Whispering in the heart of a young man.

The runes that Muqiutian used during his attack just now seem to have the same origin as the patterns on the bookshelf.

In that case, the bookshelf is likely to contain scriptures and ancient books of the Willow Clan that the other party has hidden.

His eyes gleamed, and with a flick of his sleeve, a flash of light appeared, and the entire bookshelf was taken away.

Before he could break through the light barrier and peruse the jade slip...

Roar!
A beastly roar echoed from within the stone wall.

A beastly figure with a single horn, sharp teeth, vertical pupils, golden scales, and slender, snake-like body, but with four legs, emerged from the stone wall and slowly crawled out.

Zhang Yuanzhu let his arms hang naturally, looked at his reappearing opponent, and took a deep look at Ying Gu Lingbi.

This extraordinary object is not as simple as Mu Qiutian described.

"Just a dragon, utterly boring."

The young man chuckled softly and strode forward.

His handsome face began to blur, and the red dragon Nuo mask appeared, then melted and covered his entire body.

Crimson gold scales, icy dragon eyes, and a pair of dragon horns like two divine swords piercing the sky.

Roar!
A majestic dragon's roar drowned out the beast's howl.

Immediately afterwards, the crimson-gold dragon claw traversed space and slammed into the dragon's single horn.

An overwhelming and domineering force poured out.

In an instant, the horn shattered, the dragon's head tilted back, and its entire body rolled and thrashed uncontrollably, leaving a ravine covered with blood and golden scales.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the back of the dragon, his blood-stained dragon claws retracted, his dragon eyes looking forward, staring directly at Lingbi.

"Come again!"

Power comes from the balls of your feet.

Bang!
The dragon's body shattered and vanished into nothingness.

At this moment, Ying Gu Ling Bi fell silent, as if it were pondering something.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed when a tall figure draped in a cassock stepped out.

Zhang Yuanzhu laughed heartily, full of joy, and stepped forward to meet him, thus beginning the duel.

victory!

victory!!
Victory again!!!

Whether they were mythical beasts, ancient geniuses, or even Buddhist disciples and Taoist prodigies, they were all slain.

One move, without exception, without special circumstances.

They fought a total of forty-nine matches, and their opponents lost every single one.

The world was empty except for a crimson figure standing on the earth, like a war immortal descending to earth, dazzling and fierce, impossible to look directly at.

At this moment, the words reappeared on the spirit wall.

"The trial is over. The next trial will begin in three hours."

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly as he gazed at the blood-stained characters. A thought struck him.

One array disc after another flew out from his bosom and landed in all directions.

Immediately, the array patterns spread outwards, expanding in all directions, and rays of light rose up, intertwining and converging.

Soon, the formation was completed.

The young man took out a futon and sat cross-legged.

He reached out his palm and gently beckoned, and the divine sword that had been stuck in the distance appeared in his hand.

He placed the Changhong One Qi Sword on his lap, flicked his sleeves, and an ancient bookshelf appeared before him.

He planned to take advantage of his free time to browse through the jade slips on the bookshelf.

To see if, as he suspected, these jade slips were indeed scriptures collected by the Willow Clan.

Press down with your palm and lightly flick the sword.

hum~
A burst of sword light erupted, tearing through the light screen of the bookshelf.

In the blink of an eye, jade slips floated out and hovered in front of him.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm, casually picked up the jade slip, and began to peruse it with his spiritual sense.

A look of understanding gradually appeared in his eyes.

The scriptures on the bookshelf were indeed part of the Willow Wood Clan's collection.

Without further hesitation, I quickly started flipping through the pages.

Time passed by, and the young man became engrossed in the scriptures.

One by one, the jade slips were removed and placed aside.

About an hour later, a pile of jade slips were placed beside Zhang Yuanzhu, and a jade book was floating in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the cover, feeling the warmth from his fingertips:

"The Spiritual Rhyme Willow Heart Returning to Origin Method!"

This jade book is the most precious item on the bookshelf.

This is a wood-attribute cultivation method that covers the entire cultivation process from the Qi Condensation Realm to the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm. It is recorded in great detail and should be the inherited cultivation method of the Willow Wood Clan.

As for Mu Qiutian's insights and experiences when he broke through to the Golden Core stage, there are no records at all.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The young man cut off his distracting thoughts and put away the jade book along with the jade slip beside him.

For him, obtaining a complete inherited cultivation technique was enough to make his trip worthwhile.

Next, he would refine his divine form—the Qilin—to increase his combat power and prepare for the trials to come.

As he pondered, Zhang Yuanzhu's face began to blur, and the black Qilin Nuo mask appeared before slowly melting away.

Wisps of black mist emerged from his body, swirling around his torso, twisting and converging, transforming into illusory scales.

These mists and scales possessed no trace of demonic or evil nature; instead, they exuded purity and vastness, carrying the gentle warmth of flowing water.

Time passed second by second, and the black jade scales became more solid and clearer.

A cup of tea!

One hour!

Two hours!!!

The scales on his torso suddenly vanished, and Zhang Yuanzhu rose up, carrying the divine sword, scanning the surroundings.

The array and the Ancient Spirit Wall had vanished without a trace, and he had arrived in a new world without knowing when.

The night was dark, and the bright moon was hidden.

Debris littered the land, covering mountains and rivers, with white bones scattered across the fields, stretching to the horizon.

This was a brutal battlefield, where too many lives were lost.

As the young man explored the area, tiny sparks of will-o'-the-wisp rose from the earth, and countless illusory remnants of souls appeared, densely packed together.

They stared straight at the crimson shadow, their ghostly eyes cold and filled with jealousy and resentment towards the living.

The next moment, mouths opened one by one.

Woo! Woo! Woo!
The howls of ten thousand ghosts shattered the earth and cracked the night sky, attacking the soul.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood firmly on the ground, his expression calm and composed, as he faced the sound waves.

Boom~
His red robe fluttered in the wind, and his black hair danced in the air.

Black mist surged into his mind, sweeping in, with remnant souls hidden within, roaring and howling as they charged forward.

The eleven-story pagoda, enveloped in a bluish light, shattered the surging black mist and crushed the demons with a mere tremor.

Outside, Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were playful, and his mouth was open.

Inhale, exhale!

uh~
A single cry drowned out the howls of ten thousand ghosts.

Violent and cruel.

Invisible ripples swept across mountains and rivers, tearing apart countless ghosts, melting away the remains, and purifying the six hundred miles of heaven and earth.

However, immediately afterward, even more wronged souls emerged, engulfing the six hundred miles of empty land.

Zombies and monsters crawled out of the earth and surrounded the Crimson Shadow.

Such a scene was too terrifying; there was nowhere to hide, neither in the sky nor on the ground.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, not using the divine sword in his hand, but instead controlling it with his palm.

Such a battlefield was both a test and an opportunity for him, so how could he miss it?

Raise both arms and slowly bring them together in prayer position.

"When the three poisons burn down, then one sees the sacred mountain covered in snow."

The young man's voice was calm, and the chanting of sutras continued. Wisps of Buddhist light emanated from his body, making him appear solemn and dignified.

Mokha Kasaya Crossing!
He had already cultivated this Buddhist method of salvation to an extremely profound level, and with his frequent exchanges with Dharma words and Dharma teachings, it naturally embodied the Buddhist intention of compassionately saving the world.

If this time we can deliver these boundless wronged souls and ghosts, then this red robe will reach a level that even the founder of this Buddhist school has not yet achieved.

In my thoughts, the resentment, hatred, and negative energy dissipated.

As they stepped forward, the chanting grew louder and louder, resounding through the heavens, and Buddhist scriptures appeared out of thin air, disappearing into the red robes.

The red robe gradually turned gold.

One by one, the ghosts and vengeful spirits dissipated their ghostly aura, clasped their hands together in a gesture of profound enlightenment, respectfully bowed to the crimson shadow, and vanished into nothingness.

The Buddhist texts shone ever brighter, the Buddha's light became ever more compassionate, and the crimson robes had transformed into robes covered with golden Buddhist patterns.

The youth's steps remained unchanged, slow yet firm, and swathes of ghosts vanished.

At the same time, layers upon layers of Buddhist texts converged.

The young man clasped his hands together, his Buddhist robes billowing, and layers of Buddhist light burst forth, covering the Buddhist texts and sweeping across the mortal world.

May all living beings find peace and tranquility, just as the Buddha descended to earth to deliver all beings from suffering.

A day has passed!
Two days have passed!!
Seven days have passed!!!

Zhang Yuanzhu traveled across the land, guiding and transforming countless living beings.

At this moment, even the most demanding Buddhist disciples would have to praise this young man as a person of great virtue.

Roar!
A roar interrupted the Buddhist chanting.

The billowing corpse energy surged into the sky, piercing through the Buddha's light, and then crashed down forward.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in his tracks, looked up, and gazed at the overwhelming aura of corpses and the shadowy figures hidden within it.

This is definitely an extremely powerful zombie, most likely having reached the end of the third step of the Qi Condensation stage, or even stepped into the fourth step.

Before such a demonic creature, the young man's expression remained unchanged. He stretched out his hand and slowly removed his robe.

wow~
The Buddhist robe billowed up, swirled and grew larger, instantly enveloping the air filled with the aura of corpses, as well as the shadows of those corpses.

Boom~
A beam of Buddhist light emanated from the robes, and Buddhist characters appeared one by one, intertwining and extinguishing the corpse's aura.

Roar roar~
The zombie roared and struggled desperately, its Buddhist robe twisting and turning.

Zhang Yuanzhu clasped his hands together and softly chanted the sutra:

"I should liberate all sentient beings, and that is all; yet there is not a single sentient being who has truly been liberated."

The Buddha's light shone brightly for a moment, and the struggle within the robes gradually diminished until it returned to calm.

At that moment, the young man stretched out his hand and gently beckoned, causing his robes to fall to his body.

At the same moment, a massive corpse landed on the ground and stood frozen in place.

(End of this chapter)