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Chapter 437 Zhang Yuanzhu: If we were all buried here, it would be quite a relief (4000)

Rumble!
Amidst the deafening roar, boundless gusts of wind were generated from the point of impact, sweeping across the vast wilderness and stirring up clouds of dust.

Dust swirled, light screens flickered, and they collided wildly.

Within the formation, array flags were torn apart, array plates were shattered, and the light screen flickered more and more rapidly.

"Fellow Taoist, let me help you!"

A low shout came from behind the old Taoist priest.

In the next instant, the sword light burst forth, dazzling and brilliant, with unparalleled sharpness, like an eternal beam that has stood between heaven and earth since time immemorial, cleaving straight down.

A powerful gust of wind tore through the air, shattering the sky, and the sword light met the barrier of light.

Click! Click! Click! !
Cracks appeared in the great array, array flags and array plates inside the light screen collapsed in patches, and even the array patterns that covered the sky and the earth were rapidly dissolving.

The cultivators gazed expectantly at the array riddled with cracks.

bang~
The light curtain exploded, transforming into a sky full of radiant light that scattered and disappeared.

"The formation has been broken! Slay the demon!"

"Fellow Daoists, follow me."

The middle-aged man, dressed in plain clothes and holding a long sword, suddenly stopped speaking and stared in astonishment ahead.

One by one, array flags appeared, array plates rose into the air, and array patterns flowed through the space. In an instant, a complete array was activated and stood before the group of cultivators.

"Zhang Yuanzhu!!!"

The middle-aged man roared, his five fingers gripping the sword hilt tightly. His killing intent was chilling, and even space itself seemed to distort, tearing open gaps.

The old Taoist priest, dressed in a green robe, had a gloomy face. Without the slightest hesitation, he took out a green pagoda from his robe.

The ancient Qingta Pagoda, with its profound Taoist charm, has seven stories, symbolizing that the Great Tao begins with one and flourishes at seven.

The old Taoist priest bowed respectfully before the Green Pagoda:
"Disciples of Qingyang Dao Academy respectfully request Senior Kurongta to break the formation!"

"Kill the devil!"

hum~
The green pagoda trembled slightly, and strands of green light bloomed, gentle and warm.

Where the light shone, plants grew, spiritual springs gushed forth, and the turbulent emotions in the hearts of the cultivators were calmed.

In the dim light, a blurry figure appeared behind the Green Pagoda, responding softly:
'Can!'

With those words, he vanished.

The seven-story green pagoda suddenly shot up, transforming into a stream of light, and crashed into the great formation.

Simple and brutal!
In less than a breath, it had already pierced through the great formation, destroyed all the array-setting devices, and sped forward.

bang bang bang~
One after another, great formations appeared, only to be torn apart in an instant. In just a few breaths, four formations were torn apart in succession, erasing large areas of formation plates and flags.

The old Taoist priest in the green robe looked at the array that was blocking his way again, and his lips twitched.

Immediately, he roared to the sky, and the nine spiritual platforms within his dantian trembled simultaneously, with surging magical power flowing out and into the Withering and Flourishing Tower.

bang~
Another great formation was broken, but there were still formations blocking the way.

Huhuhu~
The old Taoist priest in the green robe was pale and panting heavily. His attack had exhausted his magic power and blood energy, and he didn't know how long it would take to recover.

He stretched out his palm and gently beckoned, and the seven-story green pagoda floated back and landed in his palm.

Immediately, he took out a elixir to restore his mana from his storage bag, swallowed it in large gulps, and quickly refined it.

"Fellow Daoists, let's continue breaking the formation. I refuse to believe that even if all the heroes of the righteous path come together, we still cannot break the great formation and capture the villain."

"What you say is very true, fellow Daoist. No matter how many great formations there are, how many can there be? There are at most ten such exquisite formations, and that has already exhausted our energy."

"Follow me to break the formation! Kill!"

Roars echoed between heaven and earth, and streaks of light streaked across the sky, striking the great formation.

The woman, veiled in light gauze and holding a compass, glanced at the old Taoist priest in a green robe, her expression filled with worry.

She had a bad feeling, as if a great disaster was about to befall her.

But there was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to avoid!
This is the will of the orthodox tradition, and they cannot disobey it.

A sigh.

The compass spun, guiding the cultivators in their attacks, constantly assaulting the great formation.

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

At the center of Thunder Swamp, a colossal pillar of lightning reached from the sky to the earth, with twisted and swirling azure lightning bolts striking down relentlessly.

Suddenly, the thunder disappeared, the lightning dissipated, and the dark clouds that had been hovering in the sky vanished.

The Thunder Swamp, which had never seen the sun for millennia, suddenly revealed a golden hue.

As the sun rose, its rays fell upon a tall, slender figure.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged, his skin as clear as jade. His already handsome face became flawless, without the slightest blemish. Beneath his slender and sharp eyebrows, his double pupils were clear and bright, reflecting the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and all things.

He was like a god descending to earth, majestic and sacred.

Looking inward, one sees that the muscles, tendons, bones, and internal organs all radiate a purple-gold glow, emanating strands of vital energy and divine light. Every inch of flesh and blood exudes boundless vitality and immense power.

"Nine years of cultivation have finally been successful!"

The young people spoke lightly, their voices filled with joy.

He had completely completed the cultivation of the Body Refining Technique—the Nine Tribulations Thunder Body. Only he himself knew how many hardships and trials he had endured during this period.

At this very moment, the first piece of the puzzle to break through the Qi Condensation stage has been completed.

'Yin-Yang attribute evil energy? Cultivation level?'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

The Yin-Yang attribute evil energy may appear after Fayan returns to the Southern Desert.

As for his cultivation level, after ten months of continuous tempering by the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth, he has already completed half of the journey to the ninth level of Foundation Establishment.

At most, within a year, they will reach a point where they can no longer advance and will reach the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Various thoughts arose in the young man's mind, and then faded away.

Call ~
With a light exhale, Chi Ying stood up.

"First, clear out the rats outside the formation, then enter Tianmeng Marsh."

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils and looked towards the outside of the formation.

At the same time, two beautiful figures came side by side and stopped in front of the young man.

Fa Yan stared in awe at the sacred aura emanating naturally from the young man before him, as well as the surging blood and qi that were suppressed around him.

After ten months of cultivation, fellow Daoist, you've succeeded!

Even though he was prepared and knew that nothing could stop the person in front of him from moving forward, he was still somewhat shocked when the body refining technique was truly completed.

After all, the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth are too violent, and it is too easy to fail after a full ten months of tempering.

Call ~
The first person on the Dao Stele in the Chuanyuan Secret Realm—the Dao Ancestor—was truly deserving of such extraordinary talent.

Fayan was filled with all sorts of thoughts, and it took him quite some time to calm himself down.

She followed the Daoist's gaze, her brow furrowing slightly, and asked:

"Brother Dao, has something happened outside the formation?"

Although layers of arrays isolated the roar and fluctuations of magical power, she still sensed something amiss.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his arm on the long, white ruler, his expression relaxed, and chuckled softly:
"The four major academies of Qingyangzhai and the Sword Sect, a total of four experts at the fifth step of the Condensing Fiend Realm, came to besiege me. Among them, three are Qingyangzhai cultivators, and they hate me very much."

"you say."

The young man tilted his head slightly, the smile on his face faded, and he uttered each word carefully:
"If I leave all these cultivators here, besides those few Golden Core True Monarchs, who else in the Qingyang Sect is worth seeing?"

The fifth step of the Condensing Fiend Realm is inherently a foundation of the Daoist tradition; even without a Golden Core True Monarch, it is enough to dominate the world.

After the explosion of the Dao Venerable fragments, it was already unexpected that Qingyangzhai could still send out three experts at the fifth step of the Condensation Realm. However, if these three were to die as well...

The lineage of Qingyangzhai has been largely severed!
Fa Yan's body stiffened slightly, his eyes lowered, concealing his emotions.

She didn't understand why Qingyangzhai would send powerful figures at this moment, when Wuliang Palace had broken through the Green Wall and the demonic path was knocking on the gates day and night.

Despite her persuasion, the Daoist brother had already shown goodwill, and the killings in the southern part of the Shichuan Plain had been reduced by more than half.

If Qingyangzhai still acts this way, don't they realize that their own lineage is facing numerous crises, and that the slightest misstep could lead to their annihilation? Or do they believe that Golden Core True Monarchs are sufficient to withstand all risks?

"Brother Dao, one should be extremely cautious in all things."

"I am being cautious, fellow Daoist, please do not worry!"

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils slightly, his gaze passing through the layers of arrays to see everything outside the array.

One cultivator after another relentlessly attacked forward, unleashing torrents of various spells that swept across the heavens and clashed with the great formation.

The old man in the blue Taoist robe, the middle-aged man holding a long sword, the dashing young man in a bright red robe, and the woman holding a compass and wearing a light veil all had ugly expressions, with disbelief on their faces.

For two months, working day and night, using every means at their disposal, they broke through sixty-eight great formations, but still could not reach the center of Thunder Swamp.

How many formations did he set up here? How could he be so cautious?

“Zhang Yuanzhu, you have slaughtered the righteous cultivators. Do you dare to leave the formation and fight us to the death?”

The old Taoist priest in the green robe roared angrily.

The withered and flourishing green pagoda above trembled slightly, and in the next instant, it transformed into a stream of light, traversing the light curtain and tearing apart arrays one after another.

Four great formations collapsed, and even more formations have emerged.

The old Taoist's anger faded, replaced by a hint of bitterness. Over the past two months, the enemy must have noticed, and they had no way of knowing whether the enemy had left by now.

suddenly
"Ah!"

A soft laugh drifted over the obstacles and arrived.

In the next instant, the remaining array trembled in unison, array patterns intertwined and shifted, array flags and array plates moved and changed positions, and a chilling aura permeated the sky and the earth.

To the astonishment of the assembled cultivators, the thirty-six great formations rose into the air one by one, like thirty-six stars suspended in the sky.

In the center of the 'star', a tall, red figure could be vaguely seen, one hand forming an ancient hand seal, the other slowly raising its hand.

His palm swelled as the wind blew, obscuring the clouds and covering the crystal-clear earth. Thirty-six great formations encircled his wrist, connecting the forces of heaven and earth, like a bracelet.

Such a scene is too horrifying, like a myth descending, dreamlike and unreal.

"Come on, take the baton!"

Press your arms down.

Boom~
The giant hand that surrounded the thirty-six great formations slammed down.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, how dare you!"

The old Taoist priest in the green robe looked up at the sky and roared, but there was a hint of panic in his voice.

He tried his best to recall the withered and flourishing green pagoda to protect himself, but...
too slow!
Or perhaps, this attack was too sudden, catching everyone off guard.

The old Taoist could only throw out the whisk in his bosom and strike it horizontally towards the sky.

Meanwhile, the swordsman in plain clothes also unleashed his full power, slashing backward with his longsword, his sword energy soaring into the sky, revealing his sharp edge.

The young man in the bright red robe roared, raised his hands, and traced mysterious trajectories as he transformed into a red sun, crashing into the heavens.

A woman in a light veil lightly touched the compass with her delicate white fingers. Rays of bronze light descended, protecting her. At the same time, talismans rose up, transforming into a torrent that unleashed magic, sweeping across the sky.

As Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the various responses from the powerful figures, a strange smile appeared on his lips.

The hand seals suddenly changed.

brush brush~
The portion of the array that swirled around the giant hand fell like stars.

Seven great formations descended and covered the green pagoda; two great formations descended and enveloped the old Taoist in green robes; three great formations covered the middle-aged man in white robes; and one formation swallowed the red sun.

The remaining grand formation, along with the colossal, sky-covering hand, pressed down on the river of runes.

Everything happened in an instant. All three fifth-step experts of the Condensation Realm were trapped, with only one person remaining outside.

At that moment, everyone understood Zhang Yuanzhu's thoughts.

Some roared and attacked wildly, some squeezed every last drop of magical artifacts, and some looked up to the sky and howled, their swords flashing brilliantly.

The woman, wearing a light veil, looked up, her expression dazed.

She saw the talismans turn to ashes, the compass shatter, and the magical artifacts crumble.

She also saw the extraordinary young man, and murmured to herself:
"So, I was the target all along?"

Boom!

As the giant palm descended, the twenty-three great formations collapsed, and the woman, along with the righteous cultivators who had followed her, were all reduced to blood and gore.

"Junior sister!"

"Zhang Yuanzhu, I will definitely kill you."

The old Taoist in the green robe roared, and his blood energy, magic power, baleful aura, and spiritual consciousness all began to burn, surging wildly into the Tower of Withering and Flourishing.

The green pagoda trembled violently, radiating immortal brilliance, before crashing into something at breakneck speed.

Boom~
Twelve booming sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The old man, with the green pagoda on his head, didn't even glance at the twelve collapsing formations before leaping up and attacking the Crimson Shadow.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless as he casually added a large array to his wrist, layering it over the plain-clad swordsman.

With a flick of his fingers, a scarlet battle flag appeared in his palm.

With one step forward, the battle flag fell.

Like a knife cleaving through space, it buries the void and creates layers of folds.

The old Taoist priest in the green robe had a ferocious expression, and the green pagoda above his head shot up, reaching straight at the flag.

The two crossed the void in an instant and collided violently.

Rumble~
Blood and light intertwined, banners clashed with the green pagoda, and profound Daoist energy emanated, constantly annihilating each other.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his left arm, extended his palm, and his five fingers changed six times in an instant, each change representing the pinnacle of magic.

Stars, the golden sun, and the bright moon appeared one by one, circling around the arm.

Clench your five fingers together, and the sun, moon, and stars will all be contained within your palm.

Qiankun Seal, kill!

The fist passed through the radiance, tearing bloody gashes across the skin, and slammed forward.

"Die, you thief!"

The old Taoist roared, his whisk swirling in his arms, unleashing a series of spells that struck his fist.

In less than a breath, the fist imprint was already pressed against the whisk.

bang~
The whisk exploded, its threads fluttering, and the unparalleled light of the fist engulfed the old Taoist priest.

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

The old Taoist priest's head and part of his body disappeared, leaving behind a green pagoda atop his head, standing in the void.

His body swayed as he gazed at the crimson figure holding the blood-red flag not far away, his single eye filled with resentment:

"If breaking the formation hadn't consumed so much power, and if I hadn't been working day and night to activate the magic weapon for the past two months, I wouldn't have lost."

"I refuse to accept this! I'm not reconciled!"

The old Taoist priest murmured to himself.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm and composed, striding forward while holding the Blood Demon Banner.

As for the old man's whispers, they are nothing but the wails of the defeated.

If you truly want fairness, dare to fight someone of equal strength? I can even manage with one hand.

The old Taoist priest in the green robe watched the approaching red figure, his eyes growing increasingly dim and deathly still.

This encirclement and attack failed!

The relationship between the Taoist tradition and the other side, which had eased slightly, would inevitably become more tense, leaving no room for coexistence.

Lost in thought, the old Taoist priest raised his only remaining hand and gripped the Green Pagoda tightly.

"Senior Kuru Tower, please leave immediately, do not..."

The blood-red flag fluttered and swept across, heading straight for the Green Pagoda!
(End of this chapter)