Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 427: There is only one Zhang Juzheng, but there can be countless Yunjue Mountains
When the forty-eight demon palaces on Yunjue Mountain burst into blood-red light, the thousand-mile sky had been dyed blue-purple by the "Spring Mountain Painting" behind Zhang Yuan.

At this moment, countless eyes from thousands of miles away were looking towards the direction of Yunjue Mountain, and their expressions changed.

"Zhang Juzheng went to Yunjue Mountain."

"He, does he really want to fight his way through the Hundred Thousand Miles of Demon Sect's territory and set foot on the Netherworld Demon Sect's mountain gate?"

"This is something that even the Master couldn't do back then. He's really not afraid..."

Countless whispers were heard, and countless people stared closely at the gathering clouds in the sky.

Zhang Juzheng didn't stop at all and took action directly!

Thunder and lightning were like rain, as if the heaven and earth were collapsing!
In the land of Buddhism, Zhang Juzheng showed his cruelty and ruthlessness. Any Buddhist monk who fought with him would inevitably die from severed heart meridians.

In the land of immortals, the power of Zhang Juzheng's swordsmanship and the momentum of thousands of miles condensed together displayed an irresistible sharpness.

When he entered the Demon Sect's rule, he started by beheading the twelve demons and then destroyed the thirty-two demon sects. The cruelty and brutality he displayed was so frightening that it made people feel terrified.

"If the Twelve Demons dared to block Zhang Juzheng's path, the Forty-Eight Demon Sects should have expected this day to come."

"Confucianism, a ruthless person has emerged..."

Seeing the lightning strike, someone sighed softly.

Cruel person.

In front of Yunjue Mountain, Zhang Yuan was suspended thousands of feet in the air, and the lightning patterns under his feet cut the three peaks in half.

The glazed rock wall at the incision reflected the image of thunder dragons dancing wildly in the sky.

In Zhang Yuan's hands, the killing power of Qingyun Immortal Sect's "Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder" seemed to have increased tenfold or a hundredfold.

On Yunjue Mountain, the devilish lights were shattered by thunder.

One by one, the demon cultivators vomited blood from their mouths and their bodies were charred black.

"Oops, that magic treasure is smashed."

"What a pity! If we sell that bottle in the Imperial City, it would fetch at least a hundred immortal jades."

In the painting of Spring Mountain, Zhao Yu's focus had long since shifted from worrying about Zhang Yuan to regretting the broken magic treasures.

Along the way, Zhang Zhangyuan was like the God of Thunder. There were no opponents and no need to worry.
On Yunjue Mountain, the powerful warriors of the Forty-Eight Demon Sect Alliance had to flee in all directions to avoid the thunder.

In fact, since the twelve demons were killed by Zhang Yuan, most of the strength of the forty-eight demon sects in Yunjue Mountain has been lost. How could they possibly resist the world-destroying thunder clouds that were brought together by the great power of Dongxuan and the thunder method of the immortal way?
Mountains are collapsing and spiritual veins are collapsing.

"Is this really going to cut off the lifeline of my Yunjue Mountain inheritance?..."

The old man with white hair and demonic patterns on his face looked up, his face full of confusion and fear.

"Formation——"

From the top of the mountain, there were wild shouts.

Dozens of old men in magic robes were surrounded by blood light and crushed their own blood talismans at the same time. Their bodies turned into blood mist.

Demonic blood formation.

The blood color instantly filled the sky and earth for a hundred miles. Even the raging lightning could not make the blood disappear.

Shrouded in blood, deep in the Yunjue Mountain, black skeletons crawled out from the earth veins and roared towards the Spring Mountain Picture hanging high in the air.

Use your life as fuel to summon the Bone Demon.

This kind of blood formation can be described as a fight to the death.

At this moment, the demonic sects showed their due ferocity.

Above the sky, a Nine Netherworlds Ten Thousand Demons Wall that covered the sky and the sun fell, threatening to cover an area of ​​a thousand miles.

Once the Nine Netherworlds Ten Thousand Demons Wall falls, it will seal the earth veins and the roads within a radius of a hundred miles for a hundred years.

If this wall falls, Yunjue Mountain will be finished.

This is a way of killing that results in mutual destruction.

Once the avenue is sealed and the thunderclouds dissipate, the endless bone demons will tear Zhang Juzheng to pieces after the thunder is gone!
"Crazy, all of them are crazy. Zhang Juzheng is one, and so are the demon sects of Yunjue Mountain..."

In the distance, looking at the blood-filled mountains and fields, someone gritted his teeth and growled.

"There is only one Zhang Juzheng, but there can be countless Yunjue Mountains." Someone spoke in a low voice with a gleam in his eyes.

What really frightened people about Zhang Juzheng was not how strong he was, but how cruel he was.

He comes from a Confucian background and is decisive in killing people, which is the reason why all parties fear him.

If anyone competes with him in ruthlessness today, he will be pushed to the forefront!
In such a situation, will Zhang Juzheng retreat?

If he doesn't retreat, the avenue is forbidden and the inside and outside are isolated, and those bone demons will tear him to pieces.

If he retreated, the invincible power that Zhang Juzheng had created would be broken, and it would be difficult for him to make people afraid of him in the future.

"He, will he retreat..."

In every glance, a black cloud covered the area.

Zhang Juzheng, did not retreat! Figures stepped out from between the mountains, staring intently at Yunjue Mountain ahead, which was covered by a veil of clouds and could not even be detected by divine consciousness.

"Will Zhang Juzheng die in Yunjue Mountain..."

Someone whispered softly.

No one answered.

No one saw that before the dark cliff was covered by the cloud curtain, the Red Dragon Rope in Zhang Yuan's hand turned into a long light golden mace.

"Don't read what happens next. Leave these treasures in the cave for now. I'll have them sent to the Great Wall in the North when I have time."

Zhang Yuan's voice sounded faintly, and he raised his hand and swung out with his mace, smashing the bodies of dozens of bone demons that rushed towards him.

In the painting of Spring Mountain, Zhao Yu opened his mouth, not wanting to let go of the treasure in his hand, but his figure slowly disappeared.

In front of Yunjue Mountain, Zhang Yuan slowly raised his head and a smile appeared on his face.

In the barracks behind the Northern Great Wall parade ground, Zhao Yu stood up and looked at the figures running back and forth on the parade ground outside.

"The Great Dao is sealed, and fighting with martial arts seems to be a good way..."

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Imperial City.

Qianyang Palace.

Emperor Yuankang held a scroll in his hand, which recorded the process of the spring hunting elites forming an army, as well as the means and abilities of the leading captains and military officers.

Even Emperor Yuan Kang, who believed he could control everything, felt a little confused and surprised when he looked at the information recorded in the book in his hand.

Those who had performed well in the previous spring hunting qualification screening did not become leading captains and military officers. Most of the military officers had very ordinary names and experience backgrounds.

But it is these ordinary military officers who display such amazing means and abilities.

"Daqin is not short of talent. What Daqin lacks is the opportunity to train and showcase more talents."

Emperor Yuankang narrowed his eyes, recalling the words in the memorial from the eldest prince Ying Rong.

It was this sentence that led him to set up the Grand Council and issue the order to watch the battle at the Great Wall in the north.

Outside the hall, Yu Kuizhen, dressed in a blue-gray robe, walked in quietly and handed over a roll of paper.

Emperor Yuankang unfolded the paper, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Thirty thousand miles a day, destroy the thirty-two demon sects."

This was written by Zhang Yuan in his travel notes on Chunshantu, and it records in detail the process of exterminating the Demon Sect and his feelings.

"His murderous nature is now fully realized in Qingtian Continent..."

Emperor Yuan Kang looked at the lines of text on the paper and whispered softly.

The Grand Prince's Mansion.

The eldest prince sat behind the long desk, staring blankly out the window.

An irrepressible force was rising and gathering in him.

Dongxuan!

"Your Highness."

Not far away, a voice was heard, and the eldest prince paused, and all his cultivation disappeared.

"I heard that the Eastern Territory has been unstable recently. I'm going to the Ministry of War to inquire about the situation."

The eldest prince stood up, clenched his fists, and strode away.

Zhang Yuan traveled 30,000 miles a day on Qingtian Island and killed 32 sects of demons.

As the prince of the Qin Dynasty, how could Ying Rong calm down the passion in his heart?
If it weren't for his status, Ying Rong would also be willing to go outside Yongtianzhou and kill people everywhere.

Qingtianzhou.

My name is City.

In the tent where the Panshiyuan army gathered, Yingyang Captain Xue Dingyue held a piece of paper in his hand with a complicated expression on his face.

"Captain, what news did Mr. Meng summon the captain to tell you?"

"Sir, is the dean coming?"

Several centurions in light armor looked at Xue Dingyue and spoke.

Xue Dingyue shook his head.

"Dean, it should still be under the rule of the Demon Sect."

Still under the rule of the Demon Sect?

These words made the expressions of several centurions in the tent change.

(End of this chapter)