Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 434 Is this what you mean, elite?
President Zhang Juzheng personally inspected the camps?
When the message sounded, there was first silence in the camp, and then an uproar.

"Is Dean Zhang here in Yucheng Mansion?"

"How is that possible? Just this morning, the dean said that he was slaughtering 100,000 demon cultivators at Yunjue Mountain in the Demon Sect. Yunjue Mountain is 100,000 miles away from here. How could he possibly get there..."

"Slaying 100,000 demons, I'm afraid some of this is in the style of the Spring and Autumn Period, right?"

"Hey, I thought Dean Zhang was so impressive for slaying 100,000 demons, but he's in Yucheng Mansion right now. So, I'm afraid there's some news, haha..."

"With a war imminent, Confucianism and Taoism love to exaggerate their achievements and use some means to boost morale. This is also normal."

"Normal bullshit! These scholars can say anything to trick others into dying, but why don't they fight to the death themselves? If Zhang Juzheng can kill 100,000 demon cultivators in Yunjue Mountain and then cross 100,000 miles to Yucheng Prefecture, I will eat the rice fields today and eat everyone in the camp!"

Yan Guanwei looked around beside Qin Lang, who was wearing green armor and holding a spear. He whispered, "From roaming the land of immortals and Buddhas to slaughtering 100,000 demons, the information about Zhang Juzheng in Qingtianzhou has been seriously distorted."

"Brother Qin, what do you think of this situation?"

Qin Lang's face was solemn as he strode forward with the team.

Just as Yan Guanwei said, the news about Zhang Juzheng changed every day, and each time it was a major event that shocked everyone.

This kind of publicity is really too much.

If there really were such powerful and ruthless people in the Confucian and Taoist circles of Qingtian Continent, how could they have been suppressed by the immortals and demons for so many years?

"Perhaps, they arranged two Zhang Juzhengs?"

Taking a deep breath, Qin Lang glanced around and whispered, "The war is imminent. To rally people's morale, we need to create an invincible Zhang Juzheng."

These words made Yan Guanwei's eyes flash and he nodded slightly.

"Yes, morale is important. As long as the Zhang Juzheng who comes later is not too bad, we will accept him."

"We've already arrived here, and the army's combat power has been fully formed. Whether Zhang Juzheng arrives or not really has little impact."

There was a lot of noise in the camp. Meng Shuyao, who was riding on a warhorse, frowned and clenched the spear in his hand.

On the side, Zhou Shucheng shouted in a low voice: "Silence!"

The Grandmaster's aura was shaken, the clouds above the camp trembled slightly, and the voices of discussion were instantly suppressed.

Chen Tan, the captain of the Imperial Guard who was in charge of military discipline, waved his hand and led a group of black-armored guards on horseback to march out.

"Anyone who makes noise again will be registered and reported to President Zhang Juzheng."

There was a coldness in his voice.

In the camp, there was no more talking in an instant, only the sound of weapons clashing.

Meng Shuyao took a look at the reorganized military formation and led the cavalry towards the main gate of the military camp.

"Follow me to greet the dean."

Behind her, Zhou Shucheng and others followed closely on horseback, and behind them, teams of cavalry and military formations slowly left the camp.

Ten miles out of the camp, a figure was walking slowly on the wasteland ahead.

Meng Shuyao took a deep breath and dismounted.

"coming."

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Zhang Yuan underestimated the impact of the evil spirit brought by killing on the mind.

When he first set foot in Liangzhou, he had the idea of ​​killing people all the way and using war to support war. Now, it seems that he was too presumptuous.

This time, he slaughtered 100,000 demon cultivators. Although the blood and demonic energy he received in return was more than the total of the previous ten years of cultivation, the evil spirit that invaded his mind was also extremely dangerous.

Fortunately, the avenue of Yunjue Mountain was closed at that time, and a large number of golden beads of the Heavenly Dao were fed back. The golden beads were condensed into the power of the soul and were able to resist the evil spirit.

Coupled with the tempering of running ten thousand miles, the surging blood and true energy suppressed the evil spirit.

At this time, Zhang Yuan strode forward, looking calm and composed, but in fact, the evil spirit and the evil blood in his body collided like a volcano million feet high.

The evil spirit became more and more condensed, almost bursting out of the body and turning into a ferocious beast.

Originally, Zhang Yuan could directly refine this evil energy and transform it into his own qi and blood.

But for him, there is no shortage of energy and blood.

He can do other things with this evil spirit.

Looking up, I saw military formations gathering in front of me.

Ten miles away, the clouds above the army formation had already shown a hint of distortion, which was caused by the power of the army's qi and blood.

Zhang Yuan's expression remained calm, though a fleeting glint flickered in his eyes. After marching thirty thousand miles in ten days, for eighteen thousand Spring Hunt participants to demonstrate such impressive spirit was quite an achievement.

However, this kind of combat power is not enough.

Zhang Yuan's figure appeared in the wilderness, walking towards the military formation step by step.

He was dressed in a green robe, which had some of the lofty spirit of Confucianism, but more of it was the military spirit that emanated from his tall and straight figure.

Meng Shuyao, who was standing in front of the military formation, watched Zhang Yuan approach, and the expression on her face changed from complicated to calm.

"Master."

Meng Shuyao clasped her fists and spoke.

Although she is Zhang Yuan's senior sister, she now meets him as the leader of a battle. Zhang Yuan is the dean and the person with the highest status in the camp. He can make the final decision on all matters in the army.

"Greetings to the Master!"

Zhou Shucheng clasped his fists and bowed, looking at Zhang Yuan with a face full of reverence.

"Meet the Dean—"

All the soldiers in the Panshiyuan Wuzu army formations bowed their heads, clasped their fists, and shouted loudly.

The energy and blood in them condensed and transformed into surging morale.

"That's Zhang Juzheng, the dean?"

In front of the Black Armor Guard, Captain Liu Jincai of Po Lu whispered softly.

Chen Tan beside him had a serious expression on his face.

Zhang Juzheng is too young.

"Zhang Juzheng, since he's the dean, why doesn't he reveal his status and abilities? Instead..." Li Si, the head of the Ministry of War standing before the troops, frowned slightly. "Could it be that he's not Zhang Juzheng?"

In the military formation, Qin Lang and Yan Guanwei looked at each other.

Could this Zhang Juzheng be real?
Liu Qingsong, who formed the Red Blood Guard, stood in front of his own army, looking at Zhang Yuan who was striding towards him.

Zhang Yuan's youth made him look surprised.

Behind him, Zhong Yuan and others also looked puzzled.

Zhang Juzheng should be a powerful master, a master who roams the land of immortals and demons, is that it?
The thirty thousand warriors of the Rock Academy bowed, and the eighteen thousand trial-takers stood out.

Sun Changjie, the head of the Ministry of War, walked quickly forward with a book in his hand and came in front of Zhang Juzheng.

"Dean Zhang, this is the list of Spring Hunt participants, as well as all their records since arriving in Qingtian Continent."

"The troops have been under training these days, and they have shown—"

Before Sun Changjie finished speaking, Zhang Yuan raised his hand to stop him.

Zhang Yuan's eyes swept across the front, his face calm as he said calmly, "Spring Hunt Trialist, Great Qin Elite?"

Sun Changjie nodded: "They are all elites who have emerged from the Spring Hunt selection."

Zhang Yuan put his hands behind his back and walked out slowly.

The light and shadow in his eyes were like an ancient well, and his expression was as calm as an iceberg.

"Then let me see how elite you are."

As he took a step forward, the bloody murderous energy from Zhang Yuan surged up into the sky.

Kill a hundred thousand demons and gather a body of blood and evil.

The bloody aura was so thick that it spread over an area thousands of miles away. The clouds exploded and thunder gathered in the sky.

"boom--"

Within a radius of ten miles, blood-red clouds like mountains fell, stirring up smoke and dust ten feet high.

Within a ten-mile area, the original military formation was scattered, and soldiers fell to the ground with pale faces.

"This, this, how many people have been killed..."

"Is this a demon..."

Zhang Yuan's eyes slowly swept around, and he turned to look at Sun Changjie, the head of the Ministry of War, whose legs were trembling and he was barely able to stand.

"Is this what you mean, elite?"

(End of this chapter)