Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 692 With this escape route, who wouldn't dare to fight?

Emperor Yuankang waved his hand, and Yu Kuizhen quickly stepped forward.

He bowed to the powerful figures within the light screen, then spoke in a loud voice.

"Not long ago, in the depths of the treacherous sea, Marquis Qingyang reversed the fate of the Burning Sea Fire Phoenix and, with the help of the creation of heaven and earth, used his supreme power to subdue the pure fire seed of its rebirth from the source of Nirvana."

"This fire contains the vitality of the Great Dao, which can forge divine weapons, temper elixirs, refine the foundation of the Dao, and even strengthen the bones and muscles of millions of soldiers. It is truly an excellent resource to deal with future demonic calamities! He has already refined and mastered this supreme opportunity."

Yu Kuizhen's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible pride: "The Fire Source Spirit Land, the Vajra Mine, and the newly formed Fire Spirit Pearl Spring that Huochuan Island has been condensed are what we obtained in this battle."

The Great Qin Dynasty's Yongtian Continent also has the boundless East Sea, which is the most prosperous place in the world.

The resources of the Great Qin were so abundant that all other continents combined could not compare.

This is why both the immortals and demons have always coveted Yongtian Continent.

Apart from Zhuang Zhou, who was on the Immortal Island, all the other powerful ancestors of the Great Qin Dynasty had their eyes gleaming when they heard Yu Kuizhen's introduction.

Even powerful figures are short of money...

"Since you possess such a treasure, I will arrange for Sword Pavilion disciples to train in Yongtian Continent," Ying Yuexuan said calmly, her hands tucked into her sleeves.

"Since Marquis Qingyang has reaped such a bountiful harvest in the East Sea, then I will send a few of my disciples to lead some craftsmen back to the Great Qin," Tiangong Xingjun chuckled.

The most important thing in mastering weapon techniques is practical experience and honing one's skills.

Yongtian Continent has abundant resources. When disciples from that sect come here, they can not only forge various treasures, but also gain a valuable opportunity for training.

The other senior experts also showed changing expressions, clearly indicating that they were extremely interested.

Emperor Yuankang smiled and agreed to all of them.

For him, the more powerful figures who return, the better.

He controls the Heavenly Dao of the Great Qin Dynasty in Yongtian Continent. The more powerful figures return, the stronger the Heavenly Dao becomes.

“Zhang Yuan, His Majesty promised last time that he would come to the Sword Tomb to see me.” Wu Anjun’s voice rang out.

The Sword Tomb on Yangtian Continent is a forbidden land for swordsmanship, but also a place of endless opportunities.

"Once Marquis Qingyang's sea patrol is completed and his cultivation and combat strength have reached their peak, after a short rest, I will order him to set off immediately for the Sword Tomb in Yangtian Continent!"

Emperor Yuankang nodded in response.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Ying Wuji, Ying Yuexuan and the others, before finally settling on the silent Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi.

"As for the Sword Tomb Trial that Lord Wu'an mentioned last time..."

"It is the responsibility of the younger generation of our Great Qin to control the power of the murderous sword."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall adopted a solemn expression.

As descendants of the Qin Dynasty, we should shoulder our own responsibilities.

A hint of admiration flashed in King Wu's Ice Soul eyes, and a barely perceptible smile seemed to appear on his lips.

Ying Yuexuan's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she did not speak.

Li Chunfeng rapidly deduced the future using the astrolabe in his hand, attempting to glimpse its trajectory...

"Mu Xuan, your Ancestral Dragon Guard knows quite a bit about the extraterrestrial continents, doesn't it?" Wu Anjun Bai Qi's voice rang out again.

Mu Xuan, who was hiding in the shadows, stepped forward, clasped his hands and bowed: "Reporting to Your Majesty, one branch of the Ancestral Dragon Guard is stationed in the void outside the Nine Provinces."

"However, the Ancestral Dragon Guard focuses on protection, and the commanders will not conquer Qizhou or confront the Heavenly Demons directly."

The Ancestral Dragon Guard is strong enough, but unfortunately, there aren't many of them.

The Ancestral Dragon Guard is composed entirely of strong individuals, forged through arduous training; it's impossible for them to have too many people.

The Ancestral Dragon Guard is capable of protecting the Great Qin, but when it comes to directly facing powerful enemies from beyond the realm, the Ancestral Dragon Guard is not up to the task.

If the Ancestral Dragon Guard were truly that powerful, the Nine Provinces wouldn't have fallen for so many years.

"Tell Meng Yi to give more opportunities to the younger generation."

"The Ancestral Dragon Guard cannot cling to outdated ancestral precepts without ever changing them."

After Bai Qi finished speaking, his figure vanished and disappeared.

The other senior experts exchanged glances, and their figures gradually dispersed.

Emperor Yuankang turned around and looked at Mu Xuan beside him, his expression calm.

"Please trouble Mr. Mu to hand this sword over to the Ancestral Dragon Guard. Qi Zhou Tianmo, this matter should be treated with utmost seriousness."

Mu Xuan nodded and said in a deep voice, "Yes."

—————————————————————— On the vast East China Sea, a giant ship cuts through the waves.

Zhang Yuan's massive fleet, like a primordial dragon cast from black iron, marched proudly forward at the junction of the leaden gray sky and the dark blue sea.

Ten “Sea-Suppressing Boats” stood in the center like ancient mountains, their hulls adorned with Xuanwu cloud patterns that exuded a restrained yet profound aura of spiritual power.

Twelve "sea-crossing boats" followed closely behind; these were sword-dao fortresses carrying 100,000 disciples of the Nine Yang Sword Sect.

Further out, dozens of smaller but still imposing bronze warships flanked the area, cleaving through the surging waves and carving out streaks of snow-white wakes.

Wherever the fleet passed, an invisible pressure caused ordinary sea creatures to avoid it at all costs.

The sea breeze, carrying salt and moisture, swept over the fleet's banners.

"Woo——"

Suddenly, a piercing alarm horn, sharp enough to shatter eardrums, tore apart the calm between sea and sky from the bronze warship "Fubo" at the front of the fleet!
The moment the sound faded, the sea in front of the ship suddenly exploded!

Several enormous figures, covered in thick, jet-black scales and resembling prehistoric giant pythons, burst out of the water!

They are agile and ferocious, with every scale shimmering with a cold metallic luster, and their bodies, which are tens of feet long, contain explosive power.

It is a war behemoth cultivated by the Zhen Tian Si using the secret techniques of the Ancestral Dragon Guard, fusing the remains of a great demon with the battle spirits of heroes.

Armored Black Dragon!

The most magnificent black dragon, the moment it emerged from the water, its barbed claws gripped a massive tentacle that was trying to hide, just like iron pincers!

The owner of those tentacles was a shadow octopus that had just quietly approached the fleet from the deep sea.

Its entire body is a strange, translucent deep blue, with ink-like energy flowing across its surface, almost blending into the seawater.

Eight equally enormous tentacles thrashed wildly, stirring up the ocean currents to form chaotic whirlpools—these were the deep-sea hunters, masters of stealth and surprise attacks.

But in front of the black dragon, its concealment was child's play!
"Hoar--!"

The black dragon let out a deep, thunderous roar, and its massive head swung violently!
The incredibly tough Shadow Octopus tentacles, which were difficult to damage even by ordinary magical artifacts, were actually torn off by it!

Deep blue demon blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing a large area of ​​seawater an eerie dark blue.

Immediately afterwards, several other black dragons, like a group of sharks smelling blood, pounced fiercely, tearing with their claws, lashing with their steel tails, and gnawing with their fangs!
The enormous shadow octopus didn't even have a chance to explode its demon core before it was torn to pieces by several ferocious black dragons amidst the raging water columns and splattering fragments of flesh and blood!
"Good heavens! Mo Lin! You're really quick these days!"

On the bow of the "Fubo" ship, a burly bodyguard corporal cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted excitedly at the magnificent black dragon that had attacked first.

The fear and discomfort he felt upon first encountering such fused monsters were gone from his face; instead, his expression was filled with the familiarity and approval of a comrade-in-arms.

The black dragon, called "Ink Scale," was swallowing a clump of octopus flesh whole when it heard this. In a surprisingly human-like manner, it twisted its massive head, and a crimson vertical pupil the size of a millstone glanced at the bow of the ship with a hint of smugness.

Its thick tail swung violently.

With a loud "splash," a resilient octopus leg, as thick as the trunk of a century-old tree and over ten feet long, was precisely flung onto the deck of the "Fubo" and slammed heavily into the seawater in front of the old corporal.

"Roar……"

"Take it...to...bake it..."

A deep, astringent yet clearly discernible fluctuation of divine thought emanated from the black dragon, carrying the rugged and unrestrained spirit of sharing prey after a hearty meal.

"Haha! Thanks, Brother Molin!"

The corporal laughed heartily and called to his comrades, "Quick, quick! Pack up, we've got a special treat for dinner tonight! It's some deep-sea octopus tentacles that Brother Mo Lin gave us! This stuff is incredibly nutritious!"

Instead of being afraid of the still slightly twitching demonic limbs, the surrounding soldiers cheered and rushed forward to drag the precious piece of food.

Seeing these fierce soldiers interacting so "familiarly" with the legendary ferocious dragon, even addressing it as "brother," the initial shock had long since faded from the faces of some young recruits from former Eastern Border noble families, leaving only deep awe and...

A hint of longing for that embodiment of power.

The Fusion Secret Technique of the Ancestral Dragon Guard?

Refining a half-demon body?
After witnessing his comrades die in battle, his soul was reborn in the body of a great demon.
This once terrifying method, honed by blood and fire in the East China Sea and witnessed firsthand for its protection and strength, has long been regarded by this upstart army as a natural symbol of honor and power.

The fear of limbs and even the body turning into monsters has transformed into a desire for overwhelming combat power.

Even if they die in battle, they can be reborn as a demon beast.

With this backup plan, who wouldn't dare to fight?

"boom--"

"boom--"

Warning signals are battle signals!

(End of this chapter)