Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 278 Murong Zhao's Memory, Martial Arts Golden Body

Murong Zhao stood where he was, watching the blade falling from above him. He raised his arms, and a dragon shadow appeared behind him.

This is the power of a dragon, and also the manifestation of the dragon clan's magic bloodline.

"boom--"

Zhang Yuan slashed Murong Zhao's arm with the long sword in his hand. Murong Zhao retreated and the mountain collapsed under his feet.

Between illusions, heaven and earth change.

Zhang Yuan had just swung his sword when he took a step down, thrusting the blade forward. His body was as fast as the wind, passing by Murong Zhao.

"Thorn-"

The blade pierced through Murong Zhao's robe, leaving a gap at his waist, and the golden light of dragon scales exploded.

This knife is fast.

"drink--"

After taking two blows from Zhang Yuan, Murong Zhao's face darkened. He let out a low growl, turned around and kicked sideways.

Zhang Yuanren stayed in place, pressed down with his long sword, lowered his shoulders slightly, and then lowered his waist and pushed up.

Iron fist, iron mountain support!
"Bam—"

Murong Zhao not only failed to kick Zhang Yuan away, but he himself rolled backwards.

Zhang Yuan succeeded in his attack and quickly chased after him with a long knife in hand.

The blade pointed diagonally, and he took half a step forward. Each step had the force of ten thousand pounds. After eight steps, the blade in his hand was as bright as a star.

"Great perfection level of swordsmanship, good." Murong Zhao stopped, pressed his hands down, and his fingers and palms were like dragon claws, rushing towards Zhang Yuan's long sword.

Zhang Yuan took half a step, accumulated the strength of nine steps, and slashed out with the blade. Nine mountains and nine circles of a long dragon suddenly hit Murong Zhao's palm.

"boom--"

Murong Zhao's body flew backwards, his eyes full of shock.

Even a dignified Dragon Elephant Realm cultivator was repeatedly defeated by Zhang Yuan.

As his figure fell, anger surged in Murong Zhao's eyes. Just as he was about to take a step forward, his whole body shook, and the golden light outside his body seemed to dissipate.

He was just a clone of his soul. He had attacked Du Chongjiu before and was now fighting with Zhang Yuan. His power had been exhausted.

With a cold snort, Murong Zhao transformed into a golden dragon, roaring towards the sky, and then his body expanded.

The soul exploded.

No matter whose mind this soul clone explodes in, it will shatter that person's sea of ​​consciousness and break their heart meridians.

Unless he is truly a powerful being in the Dragon Elephant Realm, there is no solution to this soul self-destruction.

Seeing the dragon expanding, Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed with brilliance. With a low shout, a green light appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Talisman.

Mysterious Talisman.

The Fire Source Mysterious Talisman that I got from Zuo Qingfeng, the leader of the Qingxuan Taoist Sect!
This talisman is a treasure of the immortal way. Even if Zhang Yuan practices it every day, he can only refine a little bit of it and cannot truly control it.

But at this time, Murong Zhao's soul clone exploded, and Zhang Yuan summoned the mysterious talisman and blocked it in front of him.

Ren Changlong expanded and exploded. Before Zhang Yuan died, the mysterious talisman had to be broken.

The mysterious talisman was alive and instantly flew to the top of the dragon's head, shining with golden light and locking the dragon's body.

In Zhang Yuan's mind, beads of spiritual energy shattered, and the vast spiritual energy poured into the mysterious talisman, which was used to lock the long dragon.

The dragon roared and struggled to break free.

Zhang Yuan spread out his hands, and streaks of ink stained them, turning them into ink-and-wash mountains and rivers.

The mountains and rivers were shrouded in it, and the dragon's body slowly became silent, transforming into a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in brocade clothes and mourning clothes.

"Don't worry, father. Murong Zhao will never forget his responsibility as the Marquis of Yanbei. He will guard the northern border wall and prevent any evil spirits from invading."

The young man had a resolute expression on his face and his blood was surging.

Walking with a sword in hand, the ink-and-wash mountains and rivers turn into a long city, with weapons running rampant and swords and guns clashing.

"Is this the Great Wall in the North..."

Zhang Yuan looked at the endless city wall made of ink and muttered to himself.

He had never seen the Great Wall in the North, but now, he saw it from the memories of Murong Zhao's soul clone.

The picture was about to collapse. Zhang Yuan knew that his soul and the power of the Great Dao were not enough to condense the real Northern Great Wall and make Murong Zhao's memory more profound.

The ink flows, with demonic light flashing and qi and blood clashing.

Zhang Yuan's eyes followed Murong Zhao as he killed, charged into battle, and rampaged.

It has to be said that even as a teenager, Yanbei Hou Murong Zhao was already an enchanting figure.

In the ink painting, there is a member of the Qin royal family fighting side by side with Murong Zhao.

The figure was blurry, and Zhang Yuan could only see that it was a woman. Later, the woman left the Northern Great Wall.

After Murong Zhao won hundreds of battles and sent the treasures he had obtained to the imperial city, he finally received an imperial edict to inherit the title of Marquis of Yanbei and grant him marriage to Princess Yun.

Murong Zhao looked up to the heavens and howled as he read the imperial edict. But when he donned a bright red robe and lifted the golden, jade, and pearl curtain in front of the bride, his expression changed.

Ink is silent.

Zhang Yuan could see Murong Zhao's anger and sadness.

After returning to Yan County, Murong Zhao was depressed day and night.

Until a demon arrived.

……

The Heavenly Demon Palace entered Yan County, Murong Zhao proclaimed himself emperor, practiced magic, and controlled the entire county. The scene flowed like a wheel, and finally stopped at a spirit tablet.

"The throne of Princess Ying Wanyun of the Great Qin"

Three hundred years of grievances and hatreds are impossible to count. Zhang Yuan didn't know whether to say that Marquis Yanbei was angry for his beloved or was bewitched by evil and led astray.

Or perhaps, all of this was the result of Yanbei Hou's own greed, which eventually led to the current state of a county and endless war.

As the ink flowed, Zhang Yuan saw the fierce swordsmanship on the battlefield, and the magic of exchanging dragon blood for one's own bloodline to achieve indestructible power.

Murong Zhao's cultivation has indeed surpassed the Dragon Elephant Realm and reached the Dongxuan Realm.

It was also the first time that Zhang Yuan knew that only those in the Dongxuan realm could condense a martial arts clone and separate it into a golden body thousands of miles away.

The one who came to the Western Territory this time was not Murong Zhao's real body, but his martial arts clone.

However, the combat power of the martial arts clone of a Dongxuan master is no less than that of a dragon elephant, and he is invincible here.

"boom--"

The ink dissipated, and a golden dragon scale floated in front of Zhang Yuan.

He reached out and grabbed it, his eyes shining.

Martial Arts Golden Body.

Or it could be said to be the incarnation of the Golden Body of Martial Arts.

This clone can carry the power of the dragon and elephant!
Refining a martial arts golden body requires a huge amount of spiritual materials and treasures. Even if this is an incarnation controlled by the golden body's soul, it is not something Zhang Yuan can possess now.

Only an emperor like Murong Zhao could be so extravagant as to come and kill with such a precious clone.

But think about it, it's a good deal to kill a master with one clone.

The clone can be refined again, but when the master dies, he is dead.

As the dragon scale emerged and was held in Zhang Yuan's hand, the evil aura around him gradually dissipated.

In his mind, the mysterious talisman moved slightly and returned to his dantian.

This time, he used the power of the mysterious talisman to suppress Murong Zhao's soul clone. Zhang Yuan took advantage of the infusion of spiritual energy to quietly refine it, which was at least equivalent to three years of work under normal circumstances.

"Om-"

The evil force around Zhang Yuan dissipated, and he looked up to see Du Chongjiu pointing his sword at him.

"Senior Du, I have broken up that split soul." Zhang Yuan said softly.

The soul is broken up?

Can the soul of a powerful Dragon Elephant Realm warrior be broken up?
Du Chongjiu frowned and was about to speak when a golden light flashed outside Zhang Yuan.

"The indestructible golden body is a Buddhist technique." Du Chongjiu whispered softly when he saw the golden light.

No wonder Zhang Yuan dared to stop that soul, it turned out that he had practiced Buddhist methods.

Buddhism has methods of cultivating the soul, and dealing with the invasion of the soul is indeed easier than ordinary martial arts.

Du Chongjiu nodded and sheathed his sword.

Xiao Lou and the others beside him also breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of joy on their faces.

Zhang Yuan's strength seemed to be beyond their expectations.

"Ahem, Murong Zhao..." Yu Kuizhen, lying on the ground, coughed up blood. He opened his eyes and breathed rapidly. "Murong Zhao's cultivation has surpassed Longxiang. He wants to take control of the Zhenxi Army..."

Zhang Yuan took a step forward and pressed his palm on his chest.

A faint demonic aura penetrated his body and reconnected his heart meridians that were about to be severed.

Yu Kuizhen looked at Zhang Yuan with gratitude in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Boss Yu, we will handle this matter."

King Zhao on the side spoke softly.

No matter what, Yu Kuizhen was able to cover the retreat when he met Murong Zhao, which showed his bravery.

As for being controlled by Murong Zhao and returning to hunt down the Great Qin Grandmaster, that was not Yu Kuizhen's fault.

Anyone facing a strong man like Murong Zhao would be helpless.

When Yu Kuizhen heard King Zhao's words, heaved a sigh of relief and fainted.

King Zhao turned his head to look towards the mountains, his eyes narrowed.

"We have to meet Ouyang Shucai before Murong Zhao arrives at the Zhenxi Army."

(End of this chapter)