Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 451 Complete Fiendish Qi in Hand, I Am Zhang Yuanzhu! (4000)

Tower~
The fox-woman stopped ten paces away from the crimson shadow, gazing at the eloquent young man with a cool expression and her beautiful eyes half-closed.

"To be able to analyze things like this in such a situation shows a truly remarkable character, but..."

She raised her arm, the broken sword pointing directly at the crimson shadow.

"Aren't you worried about perishing here today, or do you think that a tattered flag can withstand a Golden Core True Monarch?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's face remained calm as he lightly tapped the flagpole with his five fingers, the metallic sound echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

A deep voice slowly drifted out:

"From the Riverbed of the River of Departure to the Heavenly Dream Marsh, you have followed us all the way. If you wanted to make a move, there would have been many better opportunities than this time and place."

He stepped forward, approached the woman in the grey robe, and whispered:
"Senior Fox Girl won't kill me. Even with the remnant of the Dao Venerable right in front of me, I still can't be killed."

tower!
One red, one gray; one human, one demon; they were no more than three meters apart, yet they could see every subtle change in each other's expressions.

The woman remained silent, her inner energy suppressed, like a volcano held back to its limit.

The woman parted her red lips slightly, as if speaking to herself, or perhaps explaining:

"The True Lord of Qingyang Daoist Temple once told me that he could make Feng Jiuwu reappear in the world."

“Relying on the mark left by the Dao Stele in the secret realm, plus the assistance of a trace of Golden Core essence blood from a thousand years ago, there is indeed a certain possibility. I don’t need to wait for your nine incarnations, the authenticity of which is unknown. Therefore, I made a Dao oath with them…”

The fox-woman raised her head and uttered each word clearly:
"If Feng Jiuwu were to reappear in the world, whether for a year or a breath, after this body passes away, it shall remain in Qingyang Dao Academy and be refined into a Golden Core Dao Weapon as the foundation of Qingyang Zhai."

Her gaze followed the broken sword to the crimson figure, then faded with a hint of regret.

"They did succeed. Relying on the mark and the reincarnated body, they made 'Nine-Five' reappear. Under the oath, I should keep my vow, but alas..."

A mocking expression appeared on the woman's exquisite face:

“The Golden Core True Monarch who made a Dao oath with me died in the explosion of the Daoist artifact fragments, so I naturally do not need to keep my oath.”

Zhang Yuanzhu listened intently, his mind calm and undisturbed by the entire plan laid out by several True Monarchs in the secret realm.

"So, the reason you accompanied me all the way was to confirm if I am that person?"

A smile played on his lips as he spoke:
"Now you can see clearly whether I am Feng Jiuwu or Zhang Yuanzhu."

A flash of sword light appeared, and the broken sword was stuck diagonally in front of the young man. The fox goddess's expression was more serious than ever before.

"It's not about whether I see things clearly or not, but whether you consider yourself Zhang Yuanzhu or Feng Jiuwu."

Her eyes held anticipation, as if she were waiting for the response she imagined.

Zhang Yuanzhu descended from the Measuring Ruler and grasped the hilt of the Rainbow Sword. Sensing the extremely weakened aura of the divine sword, he casually swung it a few times before turning his gaze to the woman.

His double pupils were deep and unfathomable, and he was frank and direct.

"In the battle before the Dao Stele, I had no advantage in terms of timing, location, or popular support, but I still won."

"I am Zhang Yuanzhu of the Zhuoyang lineage, and that will never change."

In an instant, the hope in the fox woman's eyes turned to coldness, and murderous intent surged like a raging sea.

Three thousand miles!
Five thousand miles!!

Six thousand miles!!!
The mountains and rivers stretching for eight thousand miles exploded, and space crumbled inch by inch, revealing the pitch-black void.

She stood in the darkness, gazing at the slender figure protected by the Blood Demon Banner:
Her gaze pierced through the obstacles, fixed on the young man's handsome yet familiar face, her eyelids half-closed, suppressing the turbulent emotions within her.

"Following you all the way, I saw mountains of corpses, endless battles, and one enemy after another fell at your hands. But I also saw your extraordinary wisdom. Why are you unwilling to..."

"I would never want to live by lying, much less impersonate someone else and deceive a lovestruck fox spirit."

Zhang Yuanzhu laughed loudly, his red robe fluttering in the wind, and the battle flag in his hand tumbling like fire.

“Look closely, I am Zhang Yuanzhu, Zhang Yuanzhu who only believes in this life and does not seek the next.”

Amidst the laughter, a dark gold short stick flew out of the storage space, hovering above his head, emitting rays of mysterious light.

A cyan-gold talisman shimmered in his bosom, emanating the unique aura of a Golden Core True Monarch.

The fox-woman gazed at the crimson figure laughing wildly to the sky, savoring the captivating charm that moved all living beings.

In her thousand years of cultivation, she had never seen a cultivator like this before. All it took was a word of submission.

“Zhang Yuanzhu, why are you so sure you are not him? Since Jiuwu can reappear in your mind, then you must be him.”

The woman gave a low shout, her voice resounding through the void and creating ripples.

In her view, the person who appears because of a mark is not necessarily the one in her heart, or rather, only the person in her nine incarnations is that person, but the other party has always refused to admit it.

His murderous intent grew increasingly violent, yet he still did not make a move.

The crimson figure remained silent, facing off across the void.

After an unknown amount of time, the fox spirit sighed, stretched out her delicate hand, and brushed it across the void.

In an instant, space began to close, mountains and rivers reappeared, and two figures landed on the ground, looking at each other.

His gray robe fluttered, and silver hair fell across his forehead, dancing in the wind, carrying a sense of desolation.

The murderous intent and coldness in her eyes have all dissipated, leaving only a sense of vicissitude and helplessness.

"I am about to pass away peacefully. Would you like to perform a sword dance for me, as a token of my respect..."

The fox-woman's voice was hoarse, her emotions complex:
"This is to repay the kindness of killing the Golden Core cultivator of the Sword Sect and protecting him along the way."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, gazing at the woman, and sighed softly.

He flipped his hand to put away the Blood Demon Flag, raised his hand to take off the Shattered Dao Staff, and put it into his storage space.

Holding the broken sword in one hand, he extended his free palm and lightly touched the blade with his five fingers.

hum~
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.

It is a sword, it is a dance, and it is that familiar figure.

"The sword technique of the ninth and fifth rank".

The fox-woman stood frozen in place, gazing at the familiar swordsmanship and the familiar figure, as if she had returned to that night a thousand years ago.

The same bright moon hangs high, moonlight falls, the same humans and demons, swords and dances.

She leaned back against the ancient tree, her eyes filled with a sense of dazed longing.

Extend your palms, clap them gently together, and hum a soft hum:

"The moonlight congeals into frost, and the road to Qingqiu is far away."

The shadow of an old sword reflects in my eyes.

We once traversed mountains and rivers, reaching the clouds, laughing and saying we envied neither the immortals nor the mortals.

Who would have thought that today's meeting would be a farewell banquet...

A mournful female voice echoed in the moonlight.

The sword energy flowed gently, like a breeze, sweeping across mountains and rivers, shining brightly alongside the music.

After an unknown amount of time, the sword light dissipated, leaving only a crimson figure standing with a sword in hand.

"A demon's heart is like the moon, unable to see through the cycle of reincarnation and karma."

Who still remembers, dancing with the old sword under the moon...?

The song stopped, and the fox woman's figure slowly disappeared, leaving only a pair of eyes gazing at the figure that haunted her dreams, gradually merging with that of a thousand years ago.

"A fine sword dance, a fine person!"

The woman pursed her red lips and murmured to herself.

In the next instant, he resolutely left.

The bright moon hides, and the great sun reappears.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, farewell, may we never meet again in this life."

In the vast universe, only a whispered voice travels on the wind, drifting and falling.

bang~
A head rolled to the feet of the crimson figure, the old man's unwilling and ferocious eyes staring straight up at the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the departing figure, his heart unmoved.

If it's not true, then it's not true, and naturally there won't be much emotion involved.

As for Feng Jiuwu's swordsmanship, having fought with him in his mind tens of thousands of times, he naturally had a grasp of it, and performing a sword dance was not difficult.

Call ~
Exhale a breath of stale air, and your mind will relax.

With this trip, the last remaining hidden danger has been eliminated.

Next, they awaited the return of Fayan and Fazhi. His gaze fell upon the severed head of the Golden Core True Monarch.

The head of a Golden Core True Lord is of immense value; its bones, blood, and eyes are all rare treasures in the world.

This means the fox spirit was about to pass away and was all alone; otherwise, she wouldn't have received such a generous gift.

As he pondered this, he flicked his sleeve, and array patterns appeared out of thin air, sealing the old man's head and storing it in his storage space.

He looked up and gazed deeply at the endless yellow sand.

Don't let me down!

With those words, he turned and stepped into Tianmengze.

In an instant, array patterns spread out from beneath his feet, rapidly expanding.

One by one, array flags flew out of the storage bag, spreading across the eight directions, fluttering in the wind.

The array plates transformed into streams of light, disappearing into the earth and connecting with the terrain.

Then, he took out various treasures and embedded them into the various nodes of the formation.

The seven runes inscribed on the dragon-patterned lapis lazuli cauldron were also integrated into the formation.

In less than an hour, he had set up an unparalleled killing formation.

He stood atop the mountain, overlooking the mountains and rivers, and stretched out his palm, from which a dark gold short stick appeared.

With his palm raised, the Dao-breaking stick fell.

In an instant, the earth cracked open, and array patterns appeared out of thin air, intertwining and outlining, enveloping the short stick and merging into the earth.

"Using a magic weapon as the array's core, combined with profound runes and the overall power of heaven and earth, we should be able to hold off a Golden Core True Monarch for a moment?"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured softly, his voice filled with uncertainty.

The young man's brows were furrowed.

The next moment, he took out the head of the old man who had just taken the Golden Core and placed it aside. [Special Feature] Ignition Explosion, rendering the head and creating another layer of protection.

He was prepared to wait for the two women there and had made the worst-case scenario plan: if things changed, he would leave immediately.

Then, he used lightning-attribute evil energy to break through to the first level of the Condensed Evil Realm.

Various thoughts flashed through my mind, then dissipated one by one.

Half a year is not to be wasted; I must continue to cultivate and improve my combat power.

'Nuo mask! Corpse refining!!'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

In his view, these two external items could further enhance his combat power.

The young man sat down cross-legged, a thought forming in his mind.

A stone box flew out from his bosom and he flicked it with his fingertips.

Click~
The stone box was opened, revealing a petal of true dragon blood.

Immediately, he spread his five fingers, and a red dragon mask appeared in his palm.

My gaze fell down, carefully observing the original Nuo mask, sensing the immense power contained within it.

This is the first complete mask among the Five Elements Nuo Masks. It is carved from the superior spiritual wood, Crimson Blood Dragon Wood, and has undergone a fortuitous encounter. It is an indispensable item for the five divine forms.

Zhang Yuanzhu rubbed the Nuo mask with his palm, feeling the warmth from his fingertips.

The next moment, he pulled out the true dragon blood from the stone box and suddenly exerted force in his palm.

bang~
The ruby ​​exploded, turning into wisps of powder that scattered onto the Nuo mask.

hum!
In an instant, the Nuo mask trembled violently, bursting forth with streaks of crimson-gold light and resounding dragon roars.

Like hundreds of real dragons gathering in the Nuo mask, roaring and clashing, intertwining and evolving the Tao and the principles.

At this moment, the entire Nuo mask is undergoing a transformation, along with the materials used in its casting, which are also changing towards a higher level.

Zhang Yuanzhu carefully examined the Nuo mask, lightly tapping it with his five fingers, estimating the time it would take for it to fully integrate with the dragon blood.

'More than a month?'

The young man speculated.

Then, he stored the Nuo mask in his dantian to nurture it, waiting for the Red Dragon Nuo Mask to complete its transformation.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a blood-red coffin appeared before him.

Without hesitation, he took a piece of true dragon blood from his bosom and placed it in the coffin.

Roar roar~
Excited roars emanated from the coffin, and an extremely dense aura of corpse energy erupted, soaring straight into the sky.

True dragon blood at the Golden Core stage is an extremely precious item for any being with dragon blood, and blood corpses are no exception.

Cleansing the corpse enhances bloodline and potential, and may even qualify one to glimpse the Golden Core realm.

Such a tremendous opportunity would overjoy even a corpse-refining being would be ecstatic.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his arms and cast a series of hand seals to assist the blood corpse in refining the dragon blood.

He stopped the hand seals as the sun set, took out the Yin-Yang Calamity Qi from his robes, and began to comprehend the laws of Yin and Yang.

From then on, he assisted the Blood Corpse in refining its precious blood during the day and studied the laws of nature at night.

This continues day after day, without ceasing.

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

At dawn, as sunlight streamed down, a figure in crimson stood atop the mountain, gazing down upon the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

He held the crimson gold Nuo mask, rubbing his five fingers together, sensing the power contained within, the interwoven principles and truths. A smile appeared on his lips, filled with pleasure.

In three months, the True Dragon Blood has been completely integrated into the Crimson Dragon Nuo Mask, resulting in a significant improvement in both the spirit wood itself and the 'god' within the Nuo Mask.

Consequently, their own combat strength was also enhanced to some extent.

Moreover, during this period of time, with his assistance, Blood Corpse has completely refined the True Dragon Blood, made significant progress in the fifth step of the Condensing Fiend Realm, and its potential has also been enhanced.

As for comprehending the principles of Yin and Yang, the gains are equally immense.

However, at this moment, all of the above seems somewhat irrelevant.

The Nuo mask in his palm slowly disappeared, and his double pupils pierced through mountains and rivers and crossed the desert, seeing a beautiful figure approaching gracefully.

Yellow sand swirled, monks' robes fluttered, and a faint Buddhist light enveloped their bodies.

The beautiful figure raised her head, and a familiar face came into view.

She arrived, much sooner than expected.

After an incense stick's time, the woman crossed the desert, traversed the jungle, and climbed the mountain.

The nun clasped her hands together, her expression gentle, and her red lips slightly parted:

"Brother Dao, I have come to keep the appointment on behalf of my junior sister!"

Before the words had even fallen, a hand had already reached out, and a stone box appeared in the palm.

The stone box is simple and unadorned, with ancient patterns engraved on its body, radiating a black and white luster.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, looking at the stone box, sensing the Yin-Yang principles contained within it.

Then, looking directly at the law, his expression softened:

"You've had a tough journey."

He stretched out his hand and took the stone box.

Click~
The stone box was opened, and black and white colors surged out, filling the entire mountain.

The remaining two-thirds of the Yin-Yang attribute evil energy is in hand!
Next, all you need to do is...
He took a step forward, shielding the legal system behind him, tilting his head slightly and grinning.

“It’s disrespectful to have an Arhat following behind a junior.”

The world was silent. The wind blew through the forest, leaves danced in the air, and in the distance, the yellow sand churned. Everything was as usual, without the slightest change.

At first, Fa Guang was bewildered, then his body trembled, and his face showed anxiety:
“Brother Dao, I came alone, without informing or leading any living beings.”

Snapped!
Zhang Yuanzhu gently patted the woman's shoulder with his palm facing backward.

"I know!"

His gentle voice soothed Fa Jing's agitated mind.

(End of this chapter)