Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 237 The Death of King Jinyang, the Defeat of the Northern Zhou Army, and the Spiritual Imprint
"You are so young yet you have such abilities. You will surely achieve extraordinary things in the future. Why should you serve the corrupt and declining Ji family dynasty?"

"Lu Wubing, if you pledge allegiance to the Great Zhou, I will certainly speak to the Emperor and have you granted the title of Prince of Zhennan, a hereditary title..."

Suppressing his hatred and murderous intent, King Yuwen Chui of Jinyang rode slowly to the front of the formation. With a sincere expression, he called out to recruit him: "Although I do not know how you learned your strength and hammer technique."

But no matter what, it is impossible to stop the unparalleled legacy of the Yuwen family of my Great Zhou.

It should be understood that there are always stronger opponents. If young people fail to see reality and stubbornly persist in their own way, they will inevitably suffer great losses, and it will be too late for regrets.

"Even on the verge of death, he still dares to speak so arrogantly."

Lu Wubing laughed heartily, his expression slightly strange: "I'm just afraid you won't master it. It would be even better if you could perfect your unparalleled inheritance and carry the True Seal of the Cross on your body."

With an unparalleled physique and unparalleled strength, what level of combat power would that create?

Lu Wubing didn't dare to think about it.

Now, his [Form] seal is complete, his physique is like that of a god or a demon, and he is even in harmony with heaven and earth, making him completely unfathomable.

He couldn't even unleash the true potential of his powerful physique.

The fragment of the "cross" seal obtained from Yuwen Ba was, after all, a branding, and its divine meaning was incomplete.

Yuwen Ba himself did not have a very deep understanding of it.

That is why, no matter how much Lu Wubing observed the other party's methods of exerting force, he could never truly learn the secrets of it.

To say that he has grasped only one-tenth of the truth is to underestimate him.

But at most, one can grasp about 30%.

Just these three parts of the "cross" character seal convey the essence of the art.

His power has increased more than fivefold compared to his original strength.

One can imagine how powerful he would become if he mastered the "cross" seal.
It is very likely that even a supreme grandmaster could withstand his attacks without being defeated.

It should be noted that although the Eight Kings of the World are top-level grandmasters, none of them can be called supreme grandmasters.

To put it bluntly, as long as Lu Wubing obtains the "Ten" True Seal, aside from the legendary supreme level that has become a reality, he can basically do whatever he wants.

No matter how clever the opponent's methods are or how strong their combat power is, when it comes to a head-on confrontation, no one can match you.

The King of Jinyang, Yuwen Chui, believed himself to possess the most formidable power and the most miraculous killing techniques, with a glorious past. He could not imagine that Lu Wubing's current strength was less than one or two tenths of that.

Not only did he conceal 70% of his power, but he also hid his deepest trump card and strongest technique.

This is a transcendent sword technique that combines all schools of thought and unifies all methods.

This breakthrough was achieved through gradual accumulation of practice and hard work.

Throughout his journey, there has never been a single opponent for whom Lu Wubing would have to use all his trump cards.

Even that cunning and shrewd old fox, that old eunuch in the cold palace, couldn't force Lu Wubing to use his full strength.

What gives Yuwen Chui the right to do so?
"Take this blow."

Lu Wubing narrowed his eyes and unleashed a powerful hammer blow.

Having achieved his goal, and with King Jinyang, the commander-in-chief, so foolishly delivered himself into his hands, there was no point in hiding anything further.

For the first time, Lu Wubing made no attempt to hide anything.

With a single blow, muscles and bones trembled.

Rumble.

The bones vibrated and roared, like thunderclaps exploding repeatedly.

As the hammer blade was thrust out, the void in front of him collapsed layer by layer, and countless spiderweb-like cracks exploded in all directions.

In everyone's eyes, only the blazing hammerhead remained in front of him, while everything within ten feet shattered into darkness.

[Nine-tenths of its power, the Heaven-Shattering Hammer]

With a base force of one million jin, the hammerhead is vibrated and the force is increased layer by layer through a strange technique. The arm is straightened and the hammerhead is hit to the extreme, and then a force of two million jin is suddenly released.

The attack caused the void to surge with energy, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

The space before my eyes turned into a vacuum.

The gentle smile that had been playing on the lips of King Jinyang, who was bearing the brunt of the attack, suddenly froze.

At that moment, he felt as if he were all alone, standing on the mountaintop, facing the might of heaven.

The sheer scale and terror of it all extinguished any thought of resistance in him, and his knees buckled slightly. His body was forced to bow low by the overwhelming aura.

The black steed beneath him sensed the impending doom even before it could, its hooves trembling, its head raised, its mane whipping, and it let out a desperate neigh...

At this critical juncture of despair.

King Jinyang, as expected of a veteran of countless battles, possessed an unwavering will. Just as a thread in his mind was about to snap, his inner energy surged wildly, causing his arms to nearly double in size…

As he used the momentum to fly backward, he twisted his wrists and vibrated, and the Black Dragon Sky-Piercing Halberd transformed into a roaring black dragon, spewing out scorching heat.

[The black dragon coils in the sky, the golden sun breathes its breath.]

Yuwen Chui immediately sensed something was wrong and used his best and most secret technique.

With this move, he slew countless generals and earned the title of a national hero.

They even went so far as to destroy mountains and temples, and suppress countless sects.

It has a striking resemblance to a black dragon soaring through the sky.

He was confident that, in terms of the exquisite skill and formidable power of his halberd technique, even a Grandmaster of the Unity Realm might not be unable to engage him in a direct confrontation.

But all their reliance vanished in an instant under Lu Wubing's decisive blow.

With a mournful cry, the halberd shattered into thousands of pieces.

The black dragon steed was only slightly affected by the shockwave. Standing still, it was like a grain of sand. With a whoosh, its bones and blood scattered into a pool of blood.

With the help of the Pantian Halberd, King Jinyang deflected six or seven tenths of the force. As his arm broke with cracking sounds, he opened his mouth and spat out blood. He flew backward and fell seven or eight zhang away like a kite.

He forcefully gathered his inner energy, lunged downwards, and his figure shrank countless times, slipping away from the black steel armor like an eel.

puff……

next moment.

The entire suit of armor, which had been hovering in mid-air, was struck by a hammer and shattered into countless fragments.

"Wow, it can even shed its skin like a cicada, its ability to escape is really impressive."

Even though Lu Wubing's divine will was firmly locked onto the opponent, he was still shaken at this moment. Without a doubt, this must be the most famous [Black Dragon Soaring Through the Sky Technique] of the Northern Zhou royal family.

It can be large or small, can hide or conceal itself, and can advance or retreat freely in battle, and is said to be able to roam freely in all directions.

Although King Jinyang was seriously injured by the blow, he still demonstrated his profound martial arts skills.

"Set up the formation and surround and kill."

King Jinyang's face was ashen, blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, his hair was disheveled, and he was dressed in a half-length undergarment, looking extremely disheveled, yet he remained calm in the face of danger...

As soon as it landed, it started shouting loudly.

Dozens of figures leaped up in unison and launched themselves forward.

The shouts of killing were deafening.

"Do you think you can escape with your life like this? You're being far too naive."

Lu Wubing chuckled softly.

His right hand, wielding a purple-gold hammer, faintly glowed as he slammed it into the void and vanished.

The space folds and overlaps, creating ripples like waves.

Yuwen Chui, who was ten zhang away, had just breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he had escaped the attack range. Before he could retreat behind the group of experts, his body suddenly trembled.

His eyes widened in surprise.

The void before my eyes distorted, and in the blink of an eye, a hammerhead suddenly appeared.

The gale tore through the air, locking everything in place, and his head, like a bubble, was smashed to pieces with a snap.

"This move is called the Yuanling Hammer Technique. Aren't you surprised?"

Lu Wubing reached out and grabbed.

The purple-gold hammer that had vanished into the void returned to his hand. He looked up at the dozens of experts leaping towards him, and listened to the shouts and curses of the 100,000-strong army in front of him, but he didn't care at all.

He swung his double hammers, striking one enemy at a time, causing blood to flow through the sky.

"King Jinyang is dead! Why don't you kneel down and surrender? Kill..."

He shouted and spurred his horse forward. His twin hammers spun like wheels, and he charged across an arrow's length. With a whoosh, a gap was punched through the enemy formation ahead.

Behind him, Ouyang Lan let out a joyful shout, barely suppressing the urge to draw her sword. She grabbed her spear, mounted her horse, and shouted, "Kill!"

More than a thousand guards surged forward like a torrent.

Immediately following behind, the 100,000-strong army also roared forward, their momentum like a dragon.

Lu Wubing slowed his horse down slightly, grabbed the corpse of King Jinyang, Yuwen Chui, searched it, and obtained a broken cross seal. He shook his head, put it in his pocket, and was not disappointed.

Waiting for the thousand cavalry behind to catch up, they charged again, sweeping through like whack-a-mole, with none of their generals able to withstand a single blow.

When the view suddenly cleared, they found that they had fought their way for several miles and were now surrounded by an open space.

He spurred his horse in an arc, not stopping, and was about to charge into the enemy ranks again when he saw that the 100,000-strong Northern Zhou army had collapsed amidst cries of agony.

A Northern Zhou general was shouting loudly to stop the fleeing soldiers.

Lu Wubing's eyes lit up. He spurred his horse forward, swung his hammer, and smashed the general into a flying firework. A thousand riders roared past.

Just as they fought their way out from the side, they were met by a group of elite cavalrymen in black armor.

There were approximately three thousand cavalrymen.

Lu Wubing was now in a killing frenzy.

With a flick of his twin hammers, he killed more than ten men. Behind him, a forest of spears stretched out, and in a flash of light, a large number of cavalrymen fell.

However, Ouyang Lan led the Tianxing Sect disciples closely behind them, killing anyone they saw. They didn't pursue those who escaped, but just kept charging forward.

Seeing that they were about to break through the enemy lines, the enemy cavalry scattered and fled.

A blurry vision appeared, and suddenly a large group of enemy cavalry appeared again.

Dressed in black armor, with a fierce expression.

"wrong."

Lu Wubing condensed the primordial sword intent in his mind into a sword and slashed fiercely.

Click.

It was like glass shattering, and the scene before my eyes changed drastically.

In front of them was a precipice, through which the rushing river could be seen below.

His thousand cavalrymen were already galloping towards the river. He reined in his horses and gave a deep shout.

"stop……"

The thousand riders behind them awoke at the same time and pulled their horses back.

A slight look of surprise appeared on his face.

"What a wonderful illusion! They even missed a big fish."

Lu Wubing was not surprised but rather pleased.

This feeling was somewhat familiar.

When Yuwen Ba finally unleashed his power, his soul strength suddenly increased, and his physical strength increased several times over. The pressure emanating from his spirit made even himself feel a sense of danger.

The enemy before him had silently laid a trap, preventing even his most powerful spiritual senses from detecting anything amiss in a short time.

This deceptive tactic can, to some extent, suppress the demonic intent of the primordial spirit for a short period of time.

It is easy to imagine how high its grade was.

If it were anyone else, encountering such a strange enemy, they would surely be suspicious and cautious.

But Lu Wubing was completely excited.

The plan to hunt down and annihilate the remaining enemies was not as important as the enemy before him.

Because he thought of something.

Ever since reading the Yuanling Sword Manual and memorizing the cultivation method of the Six Divine Meridians, once one enters this sect, one is entangled by the evil intent of Yuanling, like a maggot clinging to the bone, unable to break free no matter what.

Now that his physical body is perfect, he is no longer worried about any damage from the sword technique and demonic arts left behind by the extraterrestrial demon.

However, in terms of mental state, he still could not suppress this demonic force.

He sometimes wondered if there was a particular character seal among the Ten Directions Seals that specialized in the spiritual and mental aspects.

If one possesses such a skill, one can acquire it, and one's spirit will be elevated to a transcendent level, at which point one's entire being will be without any deficiencies.

What kind of extraterrestrial demonic inheritance would become nothing more than delicious food to him, posing no further threat.

Although I had this guess in my mind, I had never seen it before and was not sure if such a thing actually existed.

Now that he had witnessed the Northern Zhou camp possessing a secret technique capable of deceiving his mental perception, Lu Wubing knew exactly what it was.

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

He let out a long roar, leaped into the air, and released his two hammers, one in front of the other, as they spun.

Boom boom...

Two loud bangs.

To the left front, beneath a withered tree, a cloud of blood mist exploded.

Two tall, burly men in black armor and bull helmets were smashed to pieces.

A figure in white emerged from the void like smoke and glanced back.

Not daring to engage in battle, it simply lunged at the sky and plunged back into the grove.

"Come again?"

Lu Wubing sneered, and with a clang, the long sword on his shoulder was drawn, and he made an ordinary slash.

The sky in front of him immediately became like a mirror, with a long crack appearing.

wow...

The grove of trees vanished like a phantom, leaving behind a vast, empty space.

The middle-aged man in white finally showed signs of panic.

The cold, sharp light on the broken sword in his hand gradually faded, a long bloodstain appeared on his chest, and his face was as pale as paper.

Lu Wubing's sword strike just now shattered the illusion, wounded his mind and spirit, and even injured his hidden body.

With just a casual sword strike, the middle-aged man in white, despite using all his skills, could not block it... At this moment, he felt as if he were in the midst of a torrent of sword energy, and if he was not careful, he would be shattered to pieces.

"Wait a minute, I am Qiu Changling, a Taoist priest from the Imperial Observatory of the Great Zhou Dynasty. As the military advisor of the 100,000-strong army, I ask General Lu to hear me out."

"No, in my opinion, you are Cui Guang, the Right Judge of the Hall of Reincarnation."

Lu Wubing had witnessed the chilling death aura of Lu Ming, the Left Judge of the Demonic Sect, and now he saw the ambiguous vitality on this person's body.

My mind suddenly felt clear.

This vitality and death energy originate from the same source, so it feels very familiar.

Most importantly, the yang energy hidden within the opponent's body could resonate with his own [Form] seal.

With the resonance of the auras, one can even perceive the elusive and elusive spiritual power beyond the vitality.

It looks like clouds, mist, and smoke.

It seems not to exist in this world, but through spiritual perception, it can be confirmed that such a power does indeed exist.

Just like before, it affected his mind and spirit, and deceived his own primordial spirit.

Even his own ultimate late-stage sword intent, which had slaughtered countless lives, could not detect its secrets.

"Where's the print?"

Lu Wubing reached out, and the surrounding air gathered in his palm like flowing water. With immense suction, he pulled the middle-aged man in white into his hand, grabbed his neck, and asked coldly.

"General Lu has a keen eye. Are you referring to the Yang Wheel cultivation method of Yin-Yang rotation? This Heavenly Yang Secret Method is indeed full of wonderful uses, but unfortunately, it has no true meaning and can only be passed down orally. If you want to know, General, you will have to be more patient."

click.

Lu Wubing ripped off Qiu Changling's left arm, coldly watching the sweat dripping down his forehead, and suddenly laughed: "Whether you are Military Advisor Qiu or Judge Cui, don't try to play tricks on me. You know that's not what I'm asking. Where is the Soul Imprint?"

When he grabbed Qiu Changling, he gently ran his hand over his entire body, but found not a single piece of trash.

Looking at the other person's expression, they were completely calm and unconcerned about finding anything.

He then realized that this self-proclaimed strategist was different from his previous opponents.

He must have thought himself to have an exceptional memory, imprinting that image into his mind and memorizing it, keeping it only in his heart and leaving no trace of it.

"I don't know what you're asking?"

Qiu Changling wore a bitter smile.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party had set a trap earlier, almost causing them all to fall off a cliff, Lu Wubing would have really believed him.

"I understand. You're using this as a desperate measure, a way to survive in the face of death. You must still have hope in your heart. Have you already sent a signal, passing the message to the person behind you?"

Qiu Changling remained unfazed. "The General is overthinking it."

"Very good, as expected of the strategist of Northern Zhou. Since you are so eager to die, then I will send you to be buried with the King of Jinyang."

After saying this, Lu Wubing's lips curled slightly, his eyes filled with coldness. He pointed his fingers like a sword and with one stroke, severed the white-robed scholar's head...

Her long sleeves fluttered gently.

With a snap, the opponent's distorted and astonished face turned into a bloody mist and dissipated under the influence of the Primordial Chaos True Essence.

"Junior brother, since the cultivation technique this person possesses is extremely important, why not arrest him and interrogate him thoroughly?"

Ouyang Lan rode forward in surprise and glanced at the headless body of the white-robed scholar.

asked doubtfully.

"Why go through all that trouble? This man is too clever for his own good; he thinks that if he wants to find something, he has to be the one."

Little did they know, his true identity had already revealed a great deal.

That nameless spiritual imprint is either in the Northern Zhou imperial palace or in the hands of the Demonic Sect.

Considering that Yuwen Ba also knew this technique, the answer to who possessed the seal was already clear.

"Ye Wushuang?"

Ouyang Lan suddenly realized.

"It should be him. It is said that this person controls the cycle of life and death, suppresses both the righteous and demonic paths, and is said to be on the verge of reaching the level of a supreme sect. His methods are unpredictable."

Yuwen Ba was his disciple, and this strategist's true identity was the Right Envoy of the Demonic Sect, and he was one of his trusted subordinates.

So, it makes perfect sense that the spiritual imprint is in his hands. The only question is, what kind of wondrous uses does that imprint possess?

A hint of worry flashed in Ouyang Lan's eyes.

Previously, these people were like trapped in a trap, being led by the nose without realizing it.

It's easy to imagine just how bizarre its secret method must be.

This is no longer martial arts.

Thinking of the character "形" (shape) that her junior brother had secretly given her last night, she felt both happy and worried.

The good news is that I actually have the opportunity to learn this power.

The worry is that I don't seem to have that talent.

I watched for half the night, but I still couldn't grasp the basics. I could only vaguely feel that my physical fatigue had completely disappeared, my spirits were much stronger, and my strength seemed to have quietly increased a little.

This also shows just how powerful treasures of this level are.

Just by coming into contact with it, one's strength can increase dramatically.

If the other party also possesses such a treasure, especially one of spiritual value, then they would truly be a formidable and formidable enemy.

"Don't worry, as long as he hasn't reached perfection, this person is destined never to truly stand before me."

Although Lu Wubing really wanted to obtain this nameless spiritual imprint, he wasn't in a hurry.

As long as we destroy the Great Zhou Dynasty and obtain the "Ten" True Seal, we can forge an invincible body.

At that point, it won't be a matter of someone secretly plotting against you, but rather how that person can escape your pursuit.

"Turn around and follow me to wipe out the remaining enemies."

Lu Wubing picked up the double hammers, turned around, mounted his horse, and a thousand cavalrymen roared down the mountain.

In the distance, 100,000 Dali soldiers slowly pursued behind, turning the wilderness into a bloody mess.

They herded the 100,000 barbarian soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty like ducks, scattering them all over the place.

In this battle, the Northern Zhou suffered a major defeat.

The entire army of 100,000 was wiped out.

Lu Wubing led 20,000 cavalrymen to recapture 28 cities of Jingzhou, and his army marched straight towards the foot of Dafan Mountain.

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(End of this chapter)