Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 422 The Choice Between Buddha and Demon: Conquest? (4000)

After their words fell silent, they both understood each other's thoughts.

"Ah!"

A chuckle.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm, clenched his fist between his five fingers, and a purple thunder blade appeared in his palm.

Bring your five fingers together and grip the knife handle tightly.

"No need to say more, today is nothing more than life and death."

One arm was raised, as if a thunderbolt had exploded, and the entire space trembled.

A vast, powerful aura of sword intent erupted, fierce and violent.

Step forward, and kill!

The lightning blade struck down, bursting forth with lightning mixed with the blade's light.

It was clearly a single slash, yet it seemed as if countless blades of energy were descending, intertwining to form a majestic mountain of blades.

Roar!
A dragon's roar resounded, and lightning gathered, transforming into a purple dragon that coiled around the mountain of knives, looking down.

His dragon eyes were cold and ruthless.

Boom!

With its head pointing downwards, dragging the sword-like mountain, it crashed down with a roar.

Overbearing and domineering!
Feng Jiu looked up, her expression solemn, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"Excellent sword intent!"

"At the same age, I am not as good as you."

He raised his arms and a sword box appeared, which he held in his arms.

With a flick of the wrist, the sword case soared into the air.

Call ~
The sword case trembled slightly and suddenly turned into powder.

A sword sprang out.

brush~
Like lightning striking the night sky, the sword light that surged forth in an instant obscured the space.

It was extremely dazzling, like the sun descending, the brilliant sword light illuminating the world. The sword light fell like a spring breeze, like green mountains and clear waters, like mist and clouds, without the slightest hint of sharpness.

Yet it extinguished the streaks of lightning and blade light.

Feng Jiuwu bathed in sword light, her fingertips lightly flicking:

"go with!"

With a low shout, the sword sun rose into the sky, heading towards the purple dragon.

A scalpel and a sword; one coils like a mountain of blades and a thunderous dragon, the other stretches across the sky like a sun-like sword, the two never ceasing.
near!

near!!
Get closer!!!
Until the moment of contact.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amidst the deafening roar, sword light and saber light intertwined, saber and sword clashed, each striving to obliterate the other.

Scales flew, and sword light shattered.

In less than a breath, they had already collided hundreds of times.

Finally, the dazzling sword light dissipated, the sun melted away, and a broken sword mountain collapsed under the drag of the thunder dragon.

Endless flashes of sword light descended with extreme ferocity, engulfing the young man in white.

I don't know how much time passed, but the flash of the swords faded, and there was nothing in front of me.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

That strike absolutely killed the enemy.

In the next instant, a drop of blood appeared out of thin air, spread rapidly, and transformed into a young man in white.

Feng Jiu stood with her hands behind her back, her robes fluttering, gazing at the crimson shadow.

“Junior, I am no match for you in the same realm.”

The young man in the white robe remained composed:

"But you can't kill me."

“Back then, when I reached the end of the Condensing Evil Realm, although I died before breaking through to the Golden Core Realm, I still took half a step. A drop of my heart’s essence was taken by Qingyangzhai and turned into the resources I have now.”

He paused, his eyes filled with sincerity, and uttered each word carefully:
“You are my future self, and I am your past self. If we are in harmony, all difficulties will disappear, the path to the Golden Core will be smooth, and the Dao Lord can be attained.”

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless and said nothing unnecessary.

The thunder blade in his palm hummed and vibrated as he raised his arm.

A single slash!

The violent glint of blades reappeared, filling the space and charging forward.

The young man in white sighed, extended his hand, his five fingers slightly bent, and an invisible and colorless sword appeared.

With a single step, the longsword slashed out.

Sword energy soared into the sky, and blade light clashed fiercely.

Rumble!
With a deafening roar, the sword light dissipated, and the blade energy covered Feng Jiuwu, slicing him into dust.

A moment later, a drop of blood reappeared, and the white-clad youth reappeared.

"Even if I possess the pinnacle of Qi Condensation techniques, I am still far from being your match in the same realm. But with this drop of my heart's essence, I can fail a thousand times, ten thousand times, and you, junior..."

"We cannot afford to lose even once!"

Feng Jiuwu looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, unleashing her full sword intent.

The sword case appeared, and he held it in his arms.

Click!

The sword box shattered, and the boundless sword intent vanished, transforming into a colorless longsword.

hum~
With a flash of sword light, all was silent, and time itself seemed to stand still.

Only a sword light, winding like a dragon, sliced ​​through the space and slashed towards the crimson shadow.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm, dispelling the thunder blade in his palm and grabbing the eleven-story glazed pagoda with his hand behind him.

Boom~
The pagoda trembled, rose from the ground, and crashed down.

The sword light, the sword intent, and the longsword all exploded with a bang, and even the white-robed youth dispersed.

Crimson Shadow gripped the tower's spire with one hand and raised his fist forward with the other, his eyes bright and burning with fierce fighting spirit.

tower!
"What if it's a thousand times, ten thousand times?"

tower!
Even if it happens a hundred thousand times, a million times, I will still win!

Boom~
The space trembled, and unparalleled fist light burst forth, like a red lotus blooming, dazzling and beautiful, once again engulfing the reappearing Feng Jiuwu.

Nantianmen!
The Seal of Heaven and Earth!!

Red lotuses bloom beneath the snow!
One spell after another burst forth, one punch after another pressed down from the sky, slaying the enemy time and time again.

Outside, beneath the Dao stele.

The remaining cultivators gazed at the young man standing on the ground with his eyes closed.

This formidable adversary was now subdued, lacking his usual explosive power.

He glanced back at the stunningly beautiful woman, who leaned against the Daoist stele, silent and still, like the bright moon hanging in the sky, pure and holy like an immortal.

The next moment.

Boom boom~
One after another, figures burst forth, charging towards the Crimson Shadow.

There were no questions, no hesitation, only the most intense killing intent.

"You heretic, kill him!"

"Hehehe~, the Holy Maiden of Qingyangzhai has suppressed the demon, everyone follow me to kill him."

"You arrogant brat! Didn't you just boast about killing me? Come on!"

A middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe and a star-studded crown roared, unleashing a torrent of magic that surged forward, tearing through the sky and shattering vegetation.

A white-haired alien laughed loudly, strode forward, and reached out a hand to press down on his opponent's head.

There were also demonic cultivators draped in black robes, their eerie laughter accompanied by bursts of demonic energy that swirled towards the divine sword embedded in the earth.

Most of the cultivators chose to act at this moment, without asking Jiang Xingye for a single word.

As a junior member of Qingyangzhai, despite his high status, he was not qualified to order them around.

If that person hadn't been so domineering, why would we have to live here?

Moreover, they had clearly heard the conversation between the young man and the woman, and although they didn't fully understand it, they had some guesses. How could they let this opportunity pass them by?

On the flying boat, Fa Yan watched the scene of the group attacking and grabbed his senior sister who was about to step forward:

"I believe in Brother Dao. He will eventually win. He must have left behind some protective measures."

"Moreover, with so many enemies, what can Senior Sister, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, do besides add a bit of bloodshed?"

"You are not Emperor Ming!" The voice was calm, without the slightest ripple, and his eyes were fixed on the crimson figure below.

A wisp of Buddhist light flickered in his arms, carrying an inexplicable aura, ready to intervene at any moment.

Suddenly, ripples appeared in Fa Yan's calm eyes, which instantly turned into a raging torrent.

A girl dressed in black, mixed among the demonic cultivators, suddenly attacked the surrounding cultivators.

A purple glow burst forth, blurring the senses and obscuring vision.

In the next instant, heads flew off one after another, and blood gushed out like a spring.

In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the demonic cultivators perished.

"Saintess of Six Desires Peak, you've gone mad!"

"There are still righteous forces on the sidelines, and the enemy has not yet been killed. Are you stupid to betray your fellow disciples at this moment?"

"Six Desires Peak is so shrewd and calculating, yet it appointed a useless saintess."

Low growls echoed as demonic shadows attacked the beautiful figure to the side.

The woman's figure was ethereal, dodging the attacks. Like a fairy in a painting, she gracefully stepped forward and came to the young man.

The crimson blood and the pale white skin complement each other, creating a strange and beautiful effect.

Facing numerous powerful enemies and attacks, she slightly raised her red lips and held up a purple talisman.

Call ~
As the talisman burned, strands of purple light emerged, revealing desire, greed, resentment, and separation—all the seven emotions and six desires of the world, inverting consciousness and clouding the mind.

All attacks were annihilated.

Xie Beiling reached out her delicate hand, grabbed Chi Ying's arm, and was about to take him away.

what!
The girl was astonished; she couldn't pull the young man up, as if she were trying to lift a divine mountain, its weight was astonishing.

Then, as if she had suddenly realized something, a smile appeared on her pretty face, as if a hundred flowers were in full bloom, and the world paled in comparison.

She's worrying too much!
A hand descended from the young man's arm, and a jade flute appeared between his fingers. He placed it horizontally to his lips and glanced at the rapidly dissipating purple light.

He raised his head and looked at the flying boat, their gazes intersecting across the sky.

One side is indifferent and cold, the other is charming and smiling.

Click!

The railings of the flying boat were cracked with gaps.

Fayan slowly raised his hands, clasped them together, and whispered:

"The demonic witch's ability to fathom human hearts is beyond my reach."

Her voice was calm, yet it suppressed a kind of anger and coldness.

One side stands idly by, while the other risks their life to save them; your character will surely discern the relative importance of each.

Boom~
The last ray of purple light extinguished.

A middle-aged man with white hair was the first to rush out. He raised his palm, and it expanded in the wind, covering eight hundred miles of land and encompassing this land.

"These heretics are indeed in cahoots; kill them all!"

The white-haired middle-aged man roared, his voice shaking the heavens.

The enormous hand crashed down.

Resolute and decisive!
boom!
The pitch-black coffin exploded open, and a bloody shadow shot out, heading straight for the giant hand.

He raised his arm and threw a punch.

Like a blood-red sun rising in the east, carrying billowing corpse energy, it strikes the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, the two collided.

Rumble~
With a deafening roar, the giant hand shattered into pieces.

A blood-red figure and a white-haired middle-aged man clashed rapidly in the sky, fighting with all their might.

At the same time, disciples of the Du family, demonic cultivators, and righteous cultivators charged in.

Without a single word of conversation, various spells erupted, transforming into a torrent, with spiritual artifacts and even malevolent weapons crisscrossing the sky and striking forward.

Despite this, Xie Beiling's smile remained unchanged as she gently played the Yixin Flute.

The flute music was melodious and incredibly gentle, like a lover's touch, captivating the listener.

Crystal-clear petals fell from the sky, dazzling and beautiful, scattering and shattering magical artifacts and destroying spells.

But the petals were torn apart by the massive torrent, and the sound of the flute was drowned out.

in mind.

Zhang Yuanzhu delivered a powerful punch, causing the white-clad youth to explode and perish once more.

He paused slightly, hearing a familiar melody, looked up, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"This demonic witch, a heretic and unorthodox practitioner, is in cahoots with others and should be killed swiftly."

"We're both at the Foundation Establishment stage, who does she think she is, Zhang Yuanzhu?"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

A torrent of magic surged and churned, traversing the sky and slicing through all the petals.

The beautiful figure holding the jade flute staggered backward, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth and dripping onto the soil.

Snapped!
Xie Beiling was stunned. She felt a warm hand support her as she staggered backward.

The flute music faded away, and I looked back.

A pair of gentle, double pupils came into view, like the winter sun, warming the heart.

"I'm sorry to trouble you this time, junior sister!"

His free hand fell, drawing the divine sword stained with purple-gold blood, and handed it to the woman.

"After an incense stick has burned, I will kill my enemy and regain my senses."

As the words faded, his eyes slowly closed, and his vital energy waned once more.

At the same time, a stream of light flew out from the young man's arms, hovered beside the girl in the black dress, and the light dissipated, transforming into a jade flute.

It was the same jade flute that was on the woman's lips.

Xie Beiling smiled brightly, her pretty face captivating. She glanced at the young man's resolute face and turned back to face the torrent of magic.

hum~
The divine sword in his hand trembled slightly, and he raised one arm and slashed out with a thunderous roar.

The sword light was dazzling, and the sword energy was sharp, instantly shattering spells and tearing apart spiritual weapons.

One by one, the cultivators were submerged by the sword energy and turned into ashes.

After an unknown amount of time, the sword light dissipated, revealing a long ravine that stretched all the way to the Dao Stele.

Xie Beiling, holding the divine sword in one hand and the One Heart Flute in the other, surveyed the remaining cultivators and chuckled softly:
"Everyone, the battle is over. Our senior brother is about to wake up. Why don't you scatter and leave? You'll still have a chance to survive."

Her voice was soft, silencing the remaining cultivators. Their eyes flickered, sometimes looking at the woman in the black dress, sometimes at the young man in red behind her.

They were tempted. The woman wielding the Long Rainbow Sword was clearly not someone who could be dealt with in a short time, and the unorthodox cultivator was about to break free of his restraints and awaken.

"Xie Beiling, as a holy maiden of the demonic path, you collude with unorthodox sects and betray your sect. Are you not afraid of the pain of being devoured by ten thousand ghosts?"

"Now, wielding the divine sword, you will slay our sect's greatest enemy. Not only will you obtain one of the seven famous swords of the Sword Sect, but you will also receive a reward from the sect, and the Golden Core stage will be within reach."

"Yes, Holy Maiden Xie, why get entangled with those heretical cultivators? Using this divine sword to kill the Holy Maiden of Qingyangzhai and the troublemakers of the heretical sects is such a great achievement. The master of Six Desires Peak will surely become the Holy Maiden in the future."

Words of advice came from the demonic cultivator draped in black robes.

Xie Beiling looked at the demons with a strange expression and chuckled:
"I know the character of each of my fellow disciples."

The divine sword trembled slightly and swept towards the demons.

The sword energy stretched for nine hundred miles, leveling mountains and rivers, tearing apart paper figures and painted skins, and slashing into the hordes of demons.

stab~
Blood and bone splattered everywhere, ninety percent of the demonic cultivators perished, and only a few fled in panic and disappeared.

The righteous cultivators and members of the Du family who witnessed the fierce sword light were all shaken to their core, and the thought of fleeing for their lives could no longer be suppressed.

At the same time, he couldn't help but curse Jianzi of the Sword Sect in his heart. How useless must you be to have such a divine sword taken away by a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

clang clang ~
The sound of metal clashing calmed the turbulent emotions of the cultivators.

All eyes turned to the Taoist woman standing beneath the monument.

Jiang Xingye's eyes shone like stars as he gazed directly at the bright young girl, his red lips parting slightly:

"Six Desires Peak is quite cunning. In the past, it was a Buddhist disciple and a Taoist disciple. Today, it is a prodigy of the unorthodox sect. All the demonesses of the past have served it with their bodies. Today, my sister can be said to have followed the path of the 'sages' of the past."

The young girl weighed the divine sword in her hand, her eyes dangerously fixed on the female Taoist:

“I know that the Taoist methods of Qingyangzhai are profound, but today it seems that the power of words is even greater.”

She stood there protecting the crimson figure, without moving an inch:

"Regardless of Qingyangzhai's layout, regardless of whether the Golden Core True Monarch succeeds or not, all I know is that after Senior Brother awakens, you..."

The jade flute was pointed forward, and each word was uttered:
"Death!"

(End of this chapter)