The world is like a prison, my body is holy

The massive meteorite, burning with shimmering green flames, hurtled towards Zhenyuan Pass with a deep, tearing, and powerful blast of air, seemingly slow but actually incredibly fast.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers inside Zhenyuan Pass were all drawn by the sound of the explosion, and the moment they saw the meteorite, their pupils widened in shock...

At the critical moment, a golden, ethereal figure rose up, exuding an otherworldly aura – none other than Zhang Tianshi, the head of Longhu Mountain!

He pointed one finger to the sky, his voice resounding across the land: "The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all energies, through countless eons of cultivation, I will prove my divine powers..."

Before he finished speaking, a thick and powerful golden light burst forth from his fingertips, blasting through the meteorite like an electromagnetic railgun, turning it into a dazzling meteor shower that grazed the Bagua Golden Lock Array shield that rose from the ground and crashed near Zhenyuan Pass...

Zhi Baiqing, who was confronting the Blood Lord Wallace in mid-air, caught a glimpse of this scene and was both surprised and relieved. He immediately relaxed and focused on fighting Wallace.

Standing atop Zhenyuan Pass, Zhang Tianshi, head bowed and eyes blazing with anger, glared down at the otherworldly skeletal demon god standing amidst a sea of ​​countless undead: "You truly don't treat this old Taoist priest like a human being! This is utterly outrageous!"

The opponent's tactic of luring the tiger away from the mountain is utterly absurd in Chinese military strategy. Even an old farmer from the countryside who knows nothing about military strategy could easily come up with a detailed explanation of it.

In other words, in the eyes of these otherworldly evil gods, in the vast Zhenyuan Pass, only Wang Wen and Zhi Baiqing are considered people; everyone else is a worthless weakling!
How could Zhang Tianshi bear such an injustice?
Back in the day, when the Zhang family was still wealthy, they sent a letter from the Three Realms to the Heavenly Court, and all the gods and immortals in the heavens gave the Zhang family some face.
What right does a mere evil god from another world have to look down on the Zhang family?
seek death!

The otherworldly evil god, so magnificent it didn't resemble a skeleton, slowly raised its head and stared at Zhang Tianshi for a few seconds with its expressionless, emerald-green eyes. Then it nodded slightly, as if acknowledging Zhang Tianshi's qualifications as an opponent.

The next second, the numerous meteorite fragments that had fallen near Zhenyuan Pass reignited with emerald green flames. From within the flames, stone giants as tall as three or four stories leaped out, shaking their fists the size of water vats as they simultaneously bombarded the shield of the Bagua Golden Lock Formation.

At the same time, spatial portals lit up behind the Skeleton God, from which swarms of densely packed high-level units, such as Frost Dragons, Golden Skeleton Kings, Death Knights, and Black Knight Emperors, poured out, instantly raising the quality of the undead sea surging towards Zhenyuan Pass by several levels.

In mid-air, Zhang Tianshi, his old face stern and every wrinkle exuding majesty, slowly extended his hand, pointing at the skull-like evil god. From his sleeves, countless copper beans the size of soybeans shot out, and he chanted in a powerful voice: "By the decree of the Great Emperor of Mount Huang, the Heavenly Emperor of the Central Peak, and the Celestial Master of Mount Longhu, who succeeds to the Han Dynasty: Scatter beans to form soldiers, quickly manifest your divine power! So be it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the myriad copper beans that spewed from his sleeves transformed in mid-air into Yellow Turban generals and warriors, each two or three zhang tall, before crashing to the ground.

The leading general was three and a half feet tall, with a face sculpted by a knife. He wore tiger-pattern armor and held a golden dragon crescent blade upside down in his hand. As he looked at the frost dragon that was breathing down his face, he still had the mind to look around and say, "Damn it, where did I end up? Is this still in the country?"

Before he could finish speaking, he sensed a familiar yet unfamiliar presence. He turned around in surprise and saw the three large characters "Zhenyuan Pass" on the gate behind him.

"Oh, Zhenyuan Pass?"

He suddenly realized, and then, unable to hide his joy, he raised the Golden Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand high, the blade turning and flashing with golden light.

The next second, the blade touched the ground, and an incomparably cold golden light instantly cleaved all the undead creatures within a five-mile-long and fifty-foot-wide area in front of him in two.

He sheathed his sword, and his imposing and fierce figure gradually blurred.

He turned around, grinning, and waved to Zhang Tianshi in mid-air: "Old Deng, remember to call me again next time, I'll leave you a way out!"

The other Yellow Turban generals and warriors were just like this Yellow Turban general, laughing and wielding their spears and clubs to slaughter high-level undead creatures, or rushing forward to pull a group of undead creatures to their deaths, leaving behind only the words: "And me, this general will give you a discount!"

"I don't want incense, light me instead!"

"Is this how you play it? Old Celestial Master, I'll work for you for free, choose me!"

"This is also a prize? Old Celestial Master, I'll even give you three hundred incense sticks, please choose me!"

"I'll pay five hundred..."

Zhang Tianshi's dignified old face was twitching so much it was almost like his muscles were spasming.

Fortunately, as these nonsensical divine soldiers and generals exhausted their divine power and returned to their altars, the many high-level undead creatures summoned by the Skeleton God were also completely consumed.

Another draw.

The skeletal evil god looked up at Zhang Tianshi once more, as if scrutinizing him carefully, and then slowly raised its jewel-encrusted, pale finger bone, pointing it at Zhang Tianshi from afar.

In an instant, a strange purple rose that covered the entire Zhenyuan Pass silently bloomed, flashing out countless mysterious runes, causing the Bagua Locking Array shield to shake and flicker violently.

But after the purple lotus bloomed, there was no sign of Zhang Tianshi in mid-air.

Instead, at the gate outside Zhenyuan Pass, there appeared his ethereal, otherworldly figure, a master cultivator.

With a cold expression, he also pointed his hand at the skeletal evil god.

In an instant, thousands of thunderbolts and lightning dragons descended from the sky, engulfing the space within a radius of more than ten miles outside Zhenyuan Pass. The wild and explosive thunder was deafening, and hundreds of thousands of undead creatures were destroyed and vaporized in this terrifying thunder and lightning.

When the lightning subsided, a large patch of black earth appeared amidst the dense horde of undead creatures.

The flowers here will surely bloom beautifully next year...

But when Zhang Tianshi looked at this scene, there was no joy on his dignified and cold old face. When he looked up, he was not surprised to see the unharmed figure of the Skeleton Evil God in the sky above Zhenyuan Pass.

The Skeleton God seemed to have realized how troublesome Zhang Tianshi was. Suddenly, he pointed at the Bagua Golden Lock Array shield above Zhenyuan Pass, and another eerie purple rose containing terrifying laws of corruption and decay bloomed on the shield. The impact caused the Bagua Golden Lock Array shield to shake and flicker like a soap bubble in the wind, as if it would burst with a "pop" at any moment.

The round, old face of the Taoist Jin Ping from within the pass had turned a deep grape color. He gritted his teeth and desperately activated his natal magic weapon, the compass, roaring inwardly, "Damn it! Don't underestimate me!"

Zhang Tianshi arrived just in time, pointed his finger, and a golden light lashed out at the skeleton evil god like a long whip.

"Snapped."

A bewildered death knight appeared at the location of the skeleton god and was lashed to pieces by the golden whip. At the same time, thousands of undead creatures appeared out of thin air from all directions around Zhang Tianshi.

"boom."

Thousands of undead creatures exploded with a deafening roar, scattering shimmering green flames everywhere.

An egg-shaped golden shield burst forth from the emerald flames, scattering countless glittering yellow talismans that formed yellow talisman dragons, coiling and plunging towards the skeletal evil god that had just appeared on the ground.

Upon seeing this, the Skeleton God vanished from its spot in a flash once more.

But when He reappeared above Zhenyuan Pass, a yellow dragon with a talisman had been waiting for a long time.

"boom."

The yellow talisman dragon exploded with a roar, golden light mixed with blue lightning.

When the immortal and the god faced each other again from afar, both of their clothes were slightly damaged.

Zhang Tianshi's sleeves were torn, the jade headband binding his hair was shattered, and his full head of white hair fluttered in the wind.

The skeletal evil god's magnificent lotus-shaped robe was torn, and one of the white bone necklaces he wore on his chest was broken.

The immortal and the god exchanged a glance from afar, seemingly oblivious to each other, before disappearing from the spot together... Their eyes confirmed that they were evenly matched!

Golden figures and purple light shifted around Zhenyuan Pass, unleashing a barrage of wondrous and dazzling ultimate moves like a fireworks display. Meanwhile, the boundless sea of ​​the undead surged into the thick fog surrounding the Bagua Golden Lock Formation, engaging in a fierce battle with the hundreds of thousands of well-rested soldiers of Zhenyuan Pass.

The roars of the undead creatures, more terrifying than those of wild beasts, along with the desperate battle cries of the soldiers of Zhenyuan Pass, drowned out the explosive sounds of Zhang Tianshi and the Skeleton God's ultimate attacks clashing.

Zhang Tianshi will seize the opportunity to launch a fierce attack on the surging sea of ​​undead, relieving some of the pressure on the hundreds of thousands of soldiers inside the pass. Meanwhile, the Skeleton God will also seize the opportunity to launch a fierce attack on the shield of the Eight Trigrams Golden Lock Formation, accelerating the disintegration of Zhenyuan Pass.

For the evil gods and high-ranking undead creatures on the side of Yilinlas, this is their best chance to break through the Zhenyuan Pass, which is an obstacle. If they miss this opportunity, their offensive against the Great Zhou plane will become increasingly difficult, and they may even find it difficult to recover the sunken Chenben.

As for the immortals, gods, humans, and demons of the Great Zhou world, they have no choice but to win, to keep winning, because losing once means the destruction of their country and the extinction of their race, with no chance of ever rising again!
Fight to the death, day and night!
The rousing drumbeats began the moment they started and never stopped. Wave after wave of soldiers from Zhenyuan Pass marched to the city walls. After being decimated, they retreated, and after a brief rest and regrouping, they marched to the walls again. When the talismans were used up, they drew their bows and shot arrows. When the main force was exhausted, auxiliary troops filled in...

Everyone is gritting their teeth and holding on!

Zhi Baiqing is holding on desperately.

Zhang Tianshi is stubbornly holding on.

The Taoist priest Jinping is stubbornly holding on.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers at Zhenyuan Pass are holding out for their lives.

Nobody knows how long this will last.

Since we won't die from overeating, we'll just push ourselves to the limit.

It gets dark and then light again, and light again and then it gets dark again.

The sun will always rise as usual, but the fallen soldiers will never be able to open their eyes to see the sunlight of the next day again...

"Old Zhang, I'm going too!"

The young auxiliary soldier, dragging his long spear, ran and waved goodbye to the elderly auxiliary soldier with whom he depended for survival: "I still have a bag of flour under my bed. Don't forget it when you come back, and don't waste the food!"

The old auxiliary soldier stood outside the stable, jumping up and down and shouting, "Come back! With your farming skills, what good will you do up there!"

But the young figure had already blended into the crowd of hundreds of people like him, with only one spirited shout carried on the wind: "The General said, the rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen!"

The familiar yet unfamiliar shouts seemed to have traveled through several centuries, leaving the elderly auxiliary soldier stunned in place for a long time.

After a long, long time, he finally murmured, a mixture of laughter and tears, "You little bastard, who gave you the right to lecture me?!"

He turned and staggered back to the stable, took the slightly trembling fire poker from his waist and held it in his hand, slowly sat down on the stool, and his hunched back gradually straightened.

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, his thin chest heaving more and more violently. He gradually heard layers of hearty laughter echoing in his ears, and the yellowed, blurry faces of old friends slowly flashed before his eyes...

A swordsman should remain calm.

A swordsman should be proud.

A swordsman should think with his sword.

A swordsman should express himself with a sword.

A swordsman should not be swayed by worldly emotions...

He thought he had done all of this long ago.

But at this moment, he felt that familiar yet unfamiliar burning sensation in his chest, yet he felt no discomfort or disgust whatsoever.

He actually hoped that the burning sensation would be even more intense!
Be even more intense!
Gradually, his bony chest stopped heaving violently, and the fire poker in his hand stopped trembling.

He just sat there stiffly for the entire night.

As if isolated from the world, he sat alone in the stable all night.

As the sun rose again, and the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness on the eastern horizon, the gaunt figure suddenly vanished from the stable, like a gentle breeze…

The next second, a violent sword cry that pierced through clouds and split rocks soared into the sky.

As all the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty on the wall looked up instinctively, they saw a pure and dazzling sword light flashing in the distance, past the battle that had lasted for four days and four nights.

The charm of that sword strike was simply indescribable.

It is like a fleeting glimpse of the clear moonlight reflected in a deep pool.

It was like a midnight thunderbolt that changed the very color of heaven and earth.

Lightness and ferocity were perfectly blended in that single sword strike, neither too much nor too little...

If there were a sword immortal, he would be like this!

In the blink of an eye, the sword light dissipated, and Zhi Baiqing, in his ape form, appeared. His gaze swept past the expressionless Blood Lord Wallace across from him with terror, and then looked at the swordsman in hemp clothing standing with his back to Wallace.

The swordsman in hemp robes coughed softly and looked up at the skeletal evil god in the sky above Zhenyuan Pass, whose robes were tattered and worn like a patchwork of broken clothes.

The skeletal evil god met his gaze, its massive and ferocious body trembled violently, and then vanished from its original position.

The figure of the swordsman in hemp clothing also disappeared from its original position.

The dawn breeze stirred the body of Wallace, the Lord of Blood, splitting him in two, his blood splattering across the sky and flowing like rivers of blood…

A few seconds later, a sword aura as thick and fierce as a mountain appeared out of thin air, with a huge skeleton burning with bright green flames falling from the sky. It crashed down into the center of the dense sea of ​​undead, and the residual force stirred up a three-foot-high wave of earth. Wherever it passed, people and horses were shattered and souls perished.

"Cough cough cough..."

In the center of the open space, the swordsman in hemp clothing pressed his hands against his sword, coughing violently and spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Just then, the rising sun suddenly broke free from the horizon's control, generously showering a vast expanse of golden sunlight upon the swordsman in hemp clothing, rendering his gaunt figure as if cast from pure gold.

Even before the moon had finished its workday, it generously showered down its myriad bright moonlight, which, along with the sunlight, bathed the swordsman in hemp clothing, adding a layer of soft silver to his shimmering gold.

The sun and moon shine together, and heaven and earth celebrate!
However, this spectacular sight did not last long.

Then came a deafening roar, as if mountains and rivers were shattering, and a massive, black scythe, seemingly capable of absorbing all light, cleaved through the dark clouds of the western sky and descended upon this world.

Without hesitation, the swordsman in hemp clothing drew his longsword and leaped forward to meet the attack.

Just then, a soft voice, like the sound of the wind, suddenly rang in his ears, and he clearly felt someone gently pat his shoulder.

"Thank you for your hard work, senior. Please leave the rest to me..."

As the swordsman in hemp robes looked up, he saw an enormous fist slamming into the black scythe. A terrifying energy storm tore through space, and shimmering waves of light rippled through the void.

His lips twitched stiffly, and he muttered under his breath, "Young man, you have no martial ethics..." (End of Chapter)