Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 735 Boundless Sea Immortal Island

On the deck of a ship guarding the sea, the setting sun melts the gold.

The bronze hull gleamed in the afterglow, and the faint sound of the undercurrents of the Guixu whirlpool could be heard in the distance.

A group of soldiers in black armor sat around the repaired crack in the deck, while the fish roasting over the campfire sizzled.

Yuchi Changshan stroked the phoenix-blood-forged sword at his waist, his voice deep and resonant: "This hunt, slaying the nine-headed Xuanlong and battling the three-eyed demon, has shown me the vastness of the world. Upon returning to Yongtian Continent, I will surely shatter the icy plains of the Northern Wilderness—"

He slammed his hand on the bronze pillar beside him, the pillar reflecting his rugged face: "I will carve up the land with my military exploits, and build the borders of my Great Qin with the skulls of demons!"

The surrounding soldiers roared in approval, and the campfire leaped three feet higher due to the fierce aura.

A general is the courage of his soldiers. If a general does not have the courage to fight to the death, how can he lead a fierce army that will never retreat in a hundred battles?
Not far from the campfire, Zhao Dahu stroked the deep scratches on the Xuan Turtle Shield, which had been scratched by the claws of the Nine-Headed Xuan Jiao, and smiled shyly: "I don't have General Yuchi's ability, I just hope that I can carry this shield and stand on the battlements of the Northern Great Wall."

The demonic patterns on his shield flickered, tinged with a faint blood-red hue.

Not only him, but all the other soldiers had a hint of longing in their expressions.

The Great Wall in the north, that is the backbone of the Qin Dynasty!

Wang Hu walked over carrying a box of Thunder Crystal ore and chimed in, "Count me in! The 'Thunderstrike Bone Forging Technique' that the Marquis gave me has greatly increased my strength. Moving these things is easier than moving straw!"

The ore in the box emitted tiny sparks of electricity with each step he took, and in the distance, there were mountains of spiritual materials.

Across from the campfire, several Jiuyang disciples stood quietly, swords in hand.

Chu Zhaonan's natal sword faintly emitted a dragon-bone-like clang as he looked up at the distant sea: "After returning to Yongtian Continent, I intend to hand over the sect's jade certificate."

Everyone was stunned.

Returning the jade register means being expelled from the sect.

How could Chu Zhaonan, an elite member of the Nine Yang Sword Sect, have the idea of ​​leaving the sect?
This is utterly outrageous!
As everyone was stunned, Chu Zhaonan's finger swept across the spine of the sword, and a crimson dragon shadow flashed by, his eyes full of brilliance.

"A hundred years of sword practice by the Sword Sect is not as good as following the Marquis to slay a demon from beyond the realm."

"This sword will henceforth sing only for the Great Qin!"

Slay demons and monsters for the Qin Dynasty!
The Nine Yang Sword Sect disciples' experiences and observations during this hunting trip to the East Sea were indeed different.

The prosperity of Yongtian Continent was due to the protection of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The East Sea, the Boundless Sea, and beyond the borders are all teeming with evil spirits.

Wang Ming gripped the newly acquired demon bone sword sheath tightly in his hand and nodded emphatically.

The other Sword Sect disciples exchanged glances, their expressions complex.

A hoarse, grating sound came from the shadows.

Cai Xu, a half-demon soldier, his black armor scales rising and falling with his breath, reached out his keratinized hand and easily crushed half a rock: "Becoming a marquis after a hundred battles is a matter for generals."

Golden-red blood light flowed through the seams of his arm armor, and his voice was like a muffled drum: "Once we reach the Great Wall in the North, I'll use these demonic bones of mine as a battering ram!"

Ke Yicheng, who was recovering from serious injuries, let out a low, resonant growl from his throat, causing the deck to tremble slightly.

They have all cultivated into demonic forms, and if they return to the Qin Dynasty, they probably won't be able to stay in the mortal realm for long.

It would be better to go to the battlefield and have a good fight.

Zhu Cheng, whose black armor shoulder insignia had been changed to those of a captain, stood up from the ranks of soldiers, lifted his armor robe, and revealed a winding, demonic vein on his waist.

That was the "dragon-entwining force" he comprehended while observing the reflection of the bronze pillar.

Zhu Cheng pointed his newly forged thunder-patterned dagger northward and said in a deep voice, "Lord Marquis, lead us on a patrol of the East Sea and an expedition to Qi Continent. Colonel Zhu Cheng is willing to be the vanguard!"

In an instant, lightning crackled across the blade, illuminating the burning eyes of the surrounding soldiers. A true man should die on the battlefield, wrapped in a horse's hide, never to return!

The embers were swept up by the sea breeze, and sparks landed on a shield stuck in a mooring post.

Amidst the flickering flames, Song Guan, an elite of the Nine Yang Sect, stepped forward, his palm radiating a crimson sword aura as intense as molten gold: "Sixty years of seclusion in the Sword Tomb cannot compare to the tempering of my heart by a single furnace of demonic fire from the Heavenly Suppression Division."

He turned towards the bridge, bowed, and clasped his hands in a fist salute. Behind him, hundreds of Sword Sect disciples roared in response: "We are willing to serve as your soldiers!"

The sound waves crashed against the night tide, shattering it and turning into a wind carrying the smell of rust and the salty sea, which swept towards the frozen soil thousands of miles north of Yongtianzhou.

The words have not yet fallen.

"Boom——!!!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the previously calm deep sea ahead!

The violent spatial fluctuations swept in like a tsunami, causing the massive Zhenhai Ship to tremble slightly.

Everyone followed the sound.

In the midst of the chaotic, churning waters ahead, an unimaginably vast island was tearing through the void and slowly descending!

The island's edge was enveloped in ethereal light, forming a solid and massive barrier that isolated everything.

Within the protective barrier, magnificent palaces and pavilions appeared and disappeared, spiritual plants and celestial birds danced in the air, and countless powerful auras soared into the sky.

The moment Song Guan finished speaking, the roar and spatial tremors ahead transformed into a deafening battlefield roar!

The giant island that descended from the tearing void and mist was not a peaceful place.

The magnificent barrier of celestial light was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks, flickering violently under the onslaught of the raging demons, as if it would shatter completely at any moment!
Inside the light barrier, a scene resembling purgatory unfolded.

"An army of demons!" Yin Jiuyou's voice carried a faint murderous aura.

Unlike the extraterrestrial demons encountered in Qizhou, this alien army was more ferocious and uniform in appearance.

Their core army consists of "Lava Demons" clad in dark red, lava-like armor and bearing twisted horns.

They are generally over ten feet tall, wielding giant axes or bone hammers burning with ghastly green demonic fire, spewing out sulfurous breath, and each hammer blow causes the celestial light barrier to ripple.

In the air, countless "Shadow Fiends" flew about, emitting piercing screechs.

Their wingspan was like dark clouds, their claws and fangs gleamed with a black light, and each dive was like a shrill shadow javelin, tearing open thin gaps in their defenses and swooping down to hunt down the cultivators on the ground.

Even more unusually, the "Rotten Swamp Serpent," resembling a giant snake, writhed in the waters around the island's edge.

The enormous snake's body was sticky and foul-smelling, and its huge mouth spewed out a torrent of corrosive poisonous mist, eroding the foundation of the island and the remaining foundation of the array!

The cultivators on the immortal island, regardless of age or gender, were like candles whose last flames had been lit, burning brightly.

"Hold on! We can't let the formation collapse!" In the center of the island, an old man with white hair and beard, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, was presiding over the core of the formation. Blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and his Taoist robe was tattered. He roared as he poured his own life essence into the almost shattered formation plate.

Several of his disciples had turned into blood mist, sacrificing their lives in battle.

In front of a sword sect's mountain gate, hundreds of sword cultivators formed the "Azure Nether Sword Rain Formation," which resembled a violent rain, with sword light splashing towards the charging lava demons.

Each time the sword rain fell, it pierced and tore apart dozens of evil spirits, with dark red demonic blood and broken armor and limbs flying everywhere!

But the attacks from the evil spirits were endless, and bat demons also launched sneak attacks from the sky.

A core disciple had his chest pierced by a claw, spitting out blood. Before the sword light dimmed, he only had time to self-destruct his golden core, taking a group of evil spirits down with him!
The blast wave swept away dozens of fellow disciples and monsters, leaving only a charred crater and a mess of debris.

(End of this chapter)