fifth form

Chapter 3137 Drawing the Sword Against the Daoist Lord

If he could pull Daojun in the air, Zhang Xuezhou felt that would be enough.

Although Daojun is the incarnation of Yangpo, even if Zhang Xuezhou and the new emperor joined forces, they would still have a hard time defeating someone of this level.

Zhang Xuezhou, wielding the spirit wood staff, repeatedly killed Venerable Yang Po, seemingly very fierce. However, if someone's cultivation level was higher, his ability to deal with them would be greatly reduced.

If Zhang Xuezhou can push the cultivation technique to its limit, he can use his staff to launch a sneak attack on a True Self Realm cultivator, thus having a high probability of destroying the opponent's physical body.

However, Daojun is not physically present at the moment. Even if he succeeds in his attack, being targeted by the other party afterward would be a huge problem.

"Daojun, I remember you didn't seem interested in this cauldron before?"

Having made up his mind to pull, Zhang Xuezhou slowed down the speed of the Sky Shuttle and took the initiative to ask Daojun for advice.

"I wasn't interested before, but now I am!"

Daojun glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, and although he was about to leave, he still responded seriously.

"I will intercept anything the Emperor wants to take," Daojun said in a low voice. "I will await his arrival at the Yedie River!"

“How could he dare to go?” Zhang Xuezhou casually remarked.

"You seem to know his choice very well?"

Daojun asked in doubt, and Zhang Xuezhou shook his head repeatedly.

Zhang Xuezhou did not expect that Daojun would become hostile towards Donghua, and even wanted Donghua to take the initiative to come to his door to ask for the Nine Dragon Cauldron, so as to suppress him with the advantage of home field.

However, he was merely mistaken by Kong Ning for the Kunlun Holy Son, and his casual remarks should not be taken seriously.

Donghua has no need for the Nine Dragon Cauldron and will not get caught up in Daojun's territory.

Like the ambush at Mayi, if the first step is wrong, the rest can't be done.

"Daojun's flying knives are the strongest killing technique in the world. Even the Emperor is afraid of being hit by them, so the probability of him going is very low!"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't tell the truth, but he didn't lie either.

After responding, Daojun let out a low hum.

"He will definitely come to my door whenever he has a need!"

"That makes sense!"

"We must take this cauldron today. You may know some of the people below, but I advise you not to interfere!"

High in the sky, drifting with the wind, Dao Jun Yang Po's incarnation swept over Zhang Xuezhou, then rested on the imposing new emperor behind Zhang Xuezhou.

Zhang Xuezhou was a rare cultivator, but his demeanor never carried an air of grandeur; instead, he preferred to be secretive, while the new emperor's face was far too sunny.

Cultivators like Zhang Xuezhou live long lives, but those with faces like the new emperor either die young or grow up with the heart of a child, their talent so strong that it makes most cultivators despair.

Daojun stared at the new emperor's face for a few seconds before looking at Zhang Xuezhou in front of him, and warned Zhang Xuezhou and the others not to cause trouble, so as not to delay their important business.

"Look at what you're saying. Although we're here to make a profit, there are only two of us. We can't carry away such a big cauldron. You don't need to be wary of us!"

Zhang Xuezhou chuckled and replied.

His gaze swept downwards, and he could already see the chaotic battle that had broken out again below.

After a volley of arrows, dozens of millstone-sized boulders crashed down, and more than a hundred men charged out from a patch of tall grass, directly confronting the assault regiment.

Zhang Xuezhou even saw Tian Fen piloting the Imperial Shuttle.

A third wave of impact did indeed occur.

This place is only thirteen or fourteen miles away from the Xiong Kingdom's army.

Seeing that the imperial troops still seemed rushed, Zhang Xuezhou even wished they had missed the ambush rather than charged headlong into it.

"Your flying magic weapon is the same as that one, and that person's head is wearing the Prime Minister's crown!"

Daojun pointed to Tian Fen below, who was controlling the Sky Shuttle, and then to the Sky Shuttle beneath Zhang Xuezhou and the others' feet.

"Now that I'm successful, I'm building mausoleums and tombs for the Han Dynasty," Zhang Xuezhou said with a sneer. "I have access to some of the treasures the Han Dynasty uses for burial. This flying magic weapon is something I stole from the imperial treasury!"

"Oh?" Daojun glanced at him and said, "Your skills are truly growing. If I asked you to steal the Crimson Sky Sword of the Great Han Dynasty, could you do it?" "To be honest, the Crimson Sky Sword of the Great Han Dynasty hangs in the main hall of my residence!"

"Oh?"

Daojun's words were meant to be reprimanding, but he was genuinely surprised when Zhang Xuezhou responded.

"Why would the Han Dynasty hang the Crimson Cloud Sword in the main hall of your residence? Isn't the Han Emperor afraid that the sword will be taken away?"

After glancing at the battle below, Daojun calmed himself down and slowly asked a question.

“Not many people can use that sword, so it won’t be stolen. Besides, I recently arranged for someone to deliver the sword to the tomb. How could someone who doesn’t know the truth know where the Crimson Sky Sword is hidden?” Zhang Xuezhou laughed heartily.

"Oh!"

Just as Daojun was about to ask Zhang Xuezhou to bring out the sword so he could play with it, Zhang Xuezhou then mentioned arranging a new place for the sword, which made Daojun stare at Zhang Xuezhou for a moment.

Now the magical power in the other person's body flows smoothly, and there is no longer any sign of the previous blockage.

He finally realized that this former outcast of the Holy Land of Yexi River had indeed grown strong enough that he no longer needed to curry favor with him, and was even politely declining his offer.

Compared to the sacred land of Yege River, which never offered any help, it's not hard to guess where Zhang Xuezhou's stance is now.

Hongku's mission to accompany and follow Zhang Xuezhou failed miserably. Zhang Xuezhou used pills and other valuable gifts to gain Hongku's complete freedom. Given Zhang Xuezhou's current flying skills and the presence of a skilled swordsman cultivator behind him, Hongku had no chance of winning.

Daojun ultimately didn't take it to heart. He didn't mind having one more person like Zhang Xuezhou in the Yexi River Holy Land, nor did he mind not having him in the Holy Land.

He was indifferent by nature and acted on a whim. Now that his interest had waned, he no longer cared about Zhang Xuezhou.

However, if Zhang Xuezhou crosses the line, Daojun would not hesitate to carry out a swift and decisive killing without any regard for their relationship.

His gaze was gentle, but his pupils concealed a chilling coldness.

As Daojun glanced around, he saw Zhang Xuezhou chuckle awkwardly a few times.

"It's getting windy and rainy. Our magical artifacts are a bit afraid of the rain, so we need to move them to a different location. Would you like to come and take shelter from the rain with us?"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed to the somewhat gloomy sky. He reached out and touched it, and felt an extremely obscure and difficult-to-detect magical power mixed in with the wind and rain. He immediately realized that someone was performing a ritual to summon wind and rain.

The skill required to manipulate wind and rain over a wide area is extremely high, and it is even more difficult to use this skill in combat.

Below, the soldiers were fighting fiercely and drawing blood. The sorcerer then unleashed a rain, but Zhang Xuezhou was momentarily puzzled as to the meaning of this rain.

He found it hard to complain about the effects of the rain; the Sky Shuttle he was piloting was even affected by the rain and waves, so he could only try to find a landing spot as soon as possible.

Zhang Xuezhou greeted Daojun politely, but Daojun ignored him. After all, the Yang Soul Incarnation could drift with the wind and was not afraid of rain penetrating the Dharma Body, so he didn't need to take shelter from the rain.

But Daojun's indifference lasted only a few seconds. As Zhang Xuezhou slowly turned the Imperial Shuttle, he felt a hot, burning sensation rushing towards him from behind.

"A sword technique with fire!"

A sword light swirling with flames appeared in my eyes.

The sword itself does not catch fire, but a sword with a talisman attached can turn into a flaming blade in a short time.

This is an attack, but also a direct confrontation.

When Daojun looked up, he saw that the young swordsman behind Zhang Xuezhou had drawn his sword and was facing him directly.

As he uttered the words, his Yang Soul Body had already been slashed eighteen times in succession.

This is not a sword technique that can be executed in mid-air. Without sufficient foothold, it is difficult for a swordsman to exert force and display top-level swordsmanship in this area, which is also difficult for Daojun to understand.

"die!"

With a roar, he unleashed eighteen strikes with his sword, each aimed at a vital point.

Before Daojun could stabilize his Yang Soul Body, the opponent flipped over and floated into the air, his long sword disappearing into the top of Daojun's head at the hilt.

The explosive flames vibrated back and forth within the Yang Soul Dharma Body, and a trace of disbelief flashed in the Dao Lord's eyes as the Dharma Body began to shatter inch by inch.

Although this is not his physical body, even if his true body were here and became careless and let his guard down, the Dao Lord would still suffer considerable losses.

Always known for his swift and deadly attacks with throwing knives, Daojun never imagined that one day someone would close in and kill him so quickly.