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Chapter 428 Zhang Yuanzhu: His actions are laughable! (4000)

"Those who follow unorthodox methods, kill them!"

The old man growled.

The whisk in his arms expanded rapidly, transforming into a vast sea of ​​silk threads that washed downwards, covering the rising sun.

Crackling~
Lightning flashed, the sea dried up, and the whisk crumbled inch by inch.

A punch pierced through layers of obstacles and struck the old man's chest.

bang~
His body exploded, blood and bones splattering and scattering across the earth.

A True Immortal of the Condensing Fiend realm has fallen!
"Zhang Yuanzhu, I will kill you."

A middle-aged man in armor roars.

Even at the height of Qingyangzhai's power, a true master was precious enough to serve as a high-ranking member and conquer all directions.

Moreover, the fall of a True Immortal of Condensing Evil is enough to cause the Daoist lineage great sorrow.

A middle-aged man extended his hand, and a radiant light shone between his five fingers, revealing a bronze halberd in his palm.

He gripped the halberd shaft tightly and brought it down with a thunderous crash.

Click!

Space collapsed, and the fragments were swept up by the strong wind, falling down along with the overturned halberd.

At the same time, the two surviving immortals mobilized their magic power to unleash various mysterious spells, surrounding and attacking downwards.

A shimmering white light, a bronze halberd, and torrents of magic flowed along different paths, continuously...
near!

near!!
Get closer!!!
Until they touch!

Rumble~
Amidst a deafening roar, the radiant white light shattered the torrent of magic and crashed directly into the battle halberd.

The fragments of space gradually disappeared, and the shimmering white light slowly dimmed.

at last.
Stab it!

The halberd tore through the celestial light and slashed straight down.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm, having already withdrawn the fist imprint that had killed Ning Sha Zhenren.

At this moment, he gripped the pale lightning pearl tightly with his five fingers and threw another punch.

His fist was like the sun, illuminating heaven and earth, and sweeping away the battle halberd.

Peace returned to the world.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze to the slash mark on the back of his fist. With a thought, the flesh writhed, and the injury healed.

Then, he looked up.

The two gazed at each other across the vast sky, one with a solemn expression, the other calm and indifferent.

"At the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, you have reached such a level. Everyone has underestimated you. Not only are you blessed with extraordinary luck, able to obtain a remnant artifact of a Dao Venerable, but you are also exceptionally talented, a rare talent throughout history."

The middle-aged man, clad in lapis lazuli armor, was filled with murderous intent, his hands gripping his halberd tightly.

Along with the two elderly men beside him, their faces were equally cold and their killing intent resolute.

The three of them were in harmony, almost merging into one.

Like the sky collapsing, like the earth being overturned, it is incredibly powerful.

Moving forward side by side, striking at the same time!
No! It's a finger strike!
Three pillars, like ancient beams spanning the heavens and earth, descended downwards.

A misty haze swirls around the Heavenly Pillar, where flowers, plants, birds, and animals emerge, encircling the Three Fingers, creating a vibrant scene.

In the next instant, flowers withered, grass and trees died, birds and beasts turned to bones, and the blue mist turned gray, leaving only desolation.

Life and death rotate at your fingertips, emanating a mysterious Taoist charm that makes living beings tremble instinctively.

On the ground, Fayan, who was observing the battle, looked grave and quickly gave a reminder:
"This is the forbidden technique of Qingyangzhai, the Reversal of Life and Death Finger, which severs the body and mind of a person."

"What forbidden techniques? The strongest people in this world have always been humans!"

The young man drank loudly.

With each step, qi and blood flow through the limbs and bones, causing muscles, bones, flesh, and internal organs to tremble.

A beam of purple light shot out from above, breaking through the desolation and death, and shattering the clouds.

Spread your five fingers, release the thunder bead, and form an ancient fist seal.

It seemed like suppression, yet also like a prayer, carrying the vicissitudes and antiquity of time.

Crackling~
A streak of purple lightning erupted from the fist imprint, instantly spreading across the earth and sky.

Amidst the crisscrossing purple lightning, there seemed to be endless Daoist principles flowing and intertwining, before transforming into a majestic gate that has remained unchanged since time immemorial and eternally existent!

Nine dragons coil around the doorposts, their five colors flowing across them. A divine sword hangs beneath the door plaque, its cold light sharp and fierce, while spells intertwine and converge.

A vast, majestic, and awe-inspiring aura rose up.

With the supreme ambition to suppress the world and recreate the universe.

This is the South Heavenly Gate!
A multitude of people in front of the door, only one person behind it!
At this moment, the three Qingyangzhai Daoists gazed at the towering, majestic, and sacred gate that rose from the ground, sensing its domineering and inhuman will.

They all looked dazed.

"what!"

"Zhang Yuanzhu, kill!"

The armored middle-aged man roared to the sky, took a step, and burned his blood, magic power, and spiritual consciousness, unleashing all his power to attack downwards.

Having cultivated for over three hundred years, endured countless battles, and painstakingly cultivated to this point, how could one rejoice at the weak and retreat at the strong?

Amidst the middle-aged man's roar, the two elderly men with gray hair came to their senses and took the same action.

Spiritual awareness, blood energy, magical power, even the shattering of the spiritual platform, and the manipulation of malevolent energy are all channeled into the fingertips.

As emotions surged, the three celestial pillars traversed layers of space, transforming everything tangible and intangible into blazing firewood, pushing the cycle of life, death, decay, and prosperity forward by half a step.

In the next instant, three fingers gripped the Heavenly Gate.

hum~
The sound is loud, but the elephant is invisible!
In that instant, the sound of the two colliding exceeded the limits that mortals and cultivators could perceive.

Kakakka~
Two fingers shattered instantly, and cracks appeared in the Heavenly Gate.

Only the central finger, flowing with the cycle of life and death, infiltrates the gate, making it mottled and decayed, its cracks growing ever larger.

The Heavenly Pillar kept knocking on the door, streaks of light flew across the sky, and flesh and blood fell away.

I don't know how much time has passed...
Boom~
With a deafening roar, as if the world were being created, the gate collapsed and the pillar of heaven exploded.

Countless streaks of light flew across the four directions, sweeping away all the smoke and clouds within the eight hundred miles of rivers and mountains.

The sun hangs high in the sky, and the earth is flat.

Three figures stood in the sky, facing each other.

Zhang Yuanzhu, with a pale lightning bead on his head and a measuring ruler in his hand, gazed at the armored middle-aged man who was collecting corpses.

In the battle just now, another Ning Sha True Person fell and turned into remains.

The young man waited quietly, making no move, but his eyes shone brightly, burning with an intense fighting spirit.

This is a hero who is about to complete the fourth step of the Condensing Qi technique; he is worth fighting with all your might.

In the blink of an eye, his face blurred, and the Crimson Dragon Nuo Mask appeared, instantly turning into golden liquid that covered his body and transformed into a pair of dragon horns, their sharpness fully revealed.

The white tiger mask appeared and then disappeared, its arms adorned with flowing gold and white stripes, like tiger stripes, exuding a murderous aura.

The blue phoenix Nuo mask appeared, and wings grew on its back, with life flowing between them as it flapped.

The Qilin Nuo mask appeared and then disappeared, transforming into the dark scales on its body, tough and profound.

The four divine forms appeared simultaneously for the first time, merging into one.

A being that combines the strengths of four divine beasts—the true dragon, the white tiger, the blue phoenix, and the qilin—stands in the sky, its red robes fluttering, its dragon eyes cold.

Holding a long ruler, he stepped forward through the air, approaching his opponent:

"Come and fight!"

The armored middle-aged man collected the remains of the corpse, slowly stood up, gripped the bronze halberd tightly with his five fingers, glanced at the surviving elders of the Dao lineage, opened his mouth but could not say anything.

He then burst into laughter and walked towards them.

"Demon, fight to the death!"

The elderly man with gray hair looked at the figure holding the halberd with a look of satisfaction.

The old man did not flee. He drew a long sword from his storage bag and followed the middle-aged man forward.

Three figures approached each other, their auras colliding, tearing and collapsing the space itself, revealing the pitch-black void.

After taking a few steps, the three had cleared their minds of all distractions and began their duel.

The gleaming white ruler clashed with the halberd, and the fist imprint fought against the sword.

The three fought at an extremely fast pace, each step covering a hundred miles of empty space.

Enveloped in blazing lightning, Zhang Yuanzhu unleashed his full power. Dozens, even hundreds, of moves were executed in a single instant, within a single punch and a foot's width.

They would meet force with force, like a ruler against a halberd, a fist against a sword, hard against hard, never yielding.

The strong live, the weak die—it's that simple, that straightforward.

The two sides fought to the point of madness, blood splattering and white bones falling into the void.

boom!
It was another massive collision, as if the world had just begun to open.

The surging air currents tore through countless spaces, attracting the watchful eyes of countless creatures.
However, as the roar subsided, the three stood facing each other, ten steps apart, and did not make another move.

The elderly man with gray hair sighed softly, his expression filled with helplessness and resentment.

The longsword in his hand shattered inch by inch, and his body turned into dust.

The killing intent in the armored middle-aged man's eyes had vanished, replaced by an extremely complex expression:

"What crime have the ten thousand disciples of Qingyangzhai committed in their schemes and plots? What crime have the common people of the Shichuan Plain committed?"

bang~
His armor shattered, his halberd broken, he lay on his back, dead and gone.

Zhang Yuanzhu dispersed his spirit and form, and apart from a slightly pale complexion, he was unharmed.

He slung the long ruler around his waist and looked down with his double pupils.

"What have I done wrong?"

He paused, a smirk playing on his lips, and sneered:

“You people only dare to approach me, the ‘weak one,’ so aggressively, yet you dare not rebuke the True Lord in the slightest.”

With a flick of his sleeve, he gathered up the wreckage and broken halberd, then turned and left.

The lightning pearl fell from above his head and hung at his waist, its faint laughter echoing in the void.

"His actions are utterly repulsive!"

Tower~
Take a few steps and enter the present world.

Fayan and Fading came to the young man's side. Seeing that their fellow Daoist was unharmed, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Brother Dao won."

"If I've never lost, how could I possibly lose?"

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with a ruler in his hand, his expression gentle, unlike his previous explosive and cold demeanor.

His double pupils gazed ahead, his five fingers gently stroking the gleaming white ruler:

"We should go now and begin our journey home."

Fa Yan nodded, flicked his sleeves, and a flying boat appeared.

The three boarded the flying boat and stood at the bow.

The woman made a hand seal, and the flying boat shot out.

A strong wind blew, the red robes fluttered, and the Buddhist robes billowed. The three stood side by side, admiring the magnificent landscape in silence.

Peaceful and harmonious!
Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and unfathomable. He lightly tapped the long ruler with his five fingers, analyzing the journey home ahead.

Qingyangzhai suffered heavy losses, and Wuliang Palace and the Demonic Path, being near the border, would certainly not have much energy to pursue them.

after all
Who knows if he has any more fragments of the Daoist master!

In other words, the most likely scenario is that Qingyangzhai will continuously send powerful individuals to probe until they confirm there are no fragments of Dao Venerable before making a decisive move to kill them.

In that case, Qingyangzhai will not pose a threat in the short term, so the main opponent will be...
"Sword Gate!"

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned deeply. He had destroyed one of the seven famous swords of the Sword Sect, which was equivalent to destroying part of the foundation of its lineage.

This is a hatred that will never end.

After that, there is no other path but either death, or becoming so powerful that the Sword Sect submits or is destroyed.

However, the Sword Sect is extremely far from the Passing River Plain, so they shouldn't be able to arrive in a short time. In addition, with the Golden Elixir Talisman and the Dharma Words used to conceal their presence, it won't be easy to find their whereabouts immediately.

In other words, in the short term, the Golden Core sword cultivator who had attacked and killed him is the biggest threat.

Call ~
Zhang Yuanzhu exhaled a breath of stale air, calming his mind.

I started to consider it, given my location.

'The southern part of the Passing River Plain possesses malevolent energy associated with lightning.'

Whispering in the heart of a young man.

This was a deduction made by the Yi Xing lineage during their time in Immortal Soldier Valley, serving as a preparatory means for Yin-Yang attribute evil energy, which he needed to search for as much as possible.

Moreover, improving one's own combat strength is also essential.

Having just broken through to a higher realm, and having exhausted all the precious medicines, there won't be much improvement in the short term.

Therefore, the only way to find a breakthrough is through magic and external objects.

The most direct way is undoubtedly to perfect the divine form—Xuanwu, enhance the fourth step of the Condensing Evil Realm—Corpse Refining, and master the mortal-level [characteristics].

Various thoughts surged in his mind, then gradually subsided.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, before anyone knows when, only one person stands at the bow of the boat.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out a futon, sat cross-legged, and gently patted his storage bag.

huh~
A tall, ancient tree appeared before them, its trunk shrouded in a faint black mist, exuding a yin aura that was profound and vast, yet devoid of any malevolence.

This is a Yin-attribute treasure tree that he obtained from the ruins of a Primordial Immortal; it is exceptionally precious.

Extend your palm and grasp it from thin air.

A long, icy blade appeared in his palm.

With a casual swing of his arm, the blade flashed, wood chips flew, and branches and leaves fell everywhere.

Soon, a coffin emitting black mist appeared before them.

Zhang Yuanzhu dismissed the ice blades, reached out his hand, and gently stroked the coffin. Feeling the coolness of his fingertips, he nodded in satisfaction.

This coffin, made from ancient wood, is indeed a good place to keep a corpse.

With a flick of his sleeve, he collected the remaining Yin-attribute wood.

At the same time, streams of dark water, the remains of a fourth-step cultivator, and various spiritual objects floated out of the storage bag and fell into the coffin.

"Such gentle nurturing is of great help to the refining of corpses."

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

With a thought, a blood-red molten corpse appeared and walked towards the coffin.

bang~
The coffin lid closed, and the refining corpse let out a roar full of excitement.

The young man remained silent, his palm still pressed against the coffin mountain, sensing the changes in the refining corpse inside.

It devoured the remains, absorbed the Yin-attribute spiritual water, and crushed the spirit stones. The aura of the blood corpse began to recover and grow stronger at a visible speed.

"Not bad!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

The journey ahead, slaying all enemies and feeding them to the refining corpses, might allow him to advance even further.

With a slight bend of his fingers, light shimmered from his fingertips, and the coffin rapidly shrank, disappearing into his palm and being placed into his storage bag.

Immediately, he began to refine the spirit and form.

The path of divine form he forged from Nuo Opera and Witchcraft was undoubtedly extremely powerful; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to defy the fourth-step True Person of Condensing Evil and kill him head-on.

This is still an incomplete divine form. If all five aspects were completed, it might be able to fight against even stronger beings.

As he pondered, his handsome face began to blur, and a mask of Xuanwu (a mythical beast) appeared on his face.

The tortoise and snake patterns intertwine on the Nuo mask, as heavy as the earth.

The young man's head drooped, looking down at his legs.

Raise your palm and form a hand seal.

In an instant, the Nuo mask slowly faded and began to melt, converging towards the legs.

Yellow mist appeared, obscuring half of his body, and as it churned up and down, the roars of turtles and the hisses of snakes could be heard continuously.

Time passed second by second, and the fog grew thicker and thicker, burying us like soil.

bang~
The mist exploded, and the sounds of the tortoise and snake dissipated.

The Nuo mask reappeared on the face, then disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his hand, resting his chin on it, recalling what had just happened, and whispered:

"The idea is correct, but it still needs further refinement."

(End of this chapter)