Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

"kill!"

Zhang Mu said no more at the brow of the thirty-three-zhang-tall martial arts dharma image.

Driven by his will, the Martial Dao Dharma Image once again raised the blood-red giant halberd in his hand.

Before the illusory python formed by the Xianbei blood energy battle formation could make a move, the giant halberd had already slashed down towards the python's head.

There.

This is the core of the Blood Qi Battle Formation—the place where the Xianbei commander stands.

Rather than slaying the scattered Xianbei cavalry and gradually weakening the strength of the battle formation, Zhang Mu preferred to achieve the goal in one fell swoop.

With the death of the Xianbei commander at the core of the battle formation, the battle formation's illusory python will naturally collapse, and there will be no need for him to take action again.

The remaining Xianbei cavalry, whose blood and qi were connected to the virtual python of the battle formation, would be severely injured or even killed on the spot when the virtual python collapsed.

The Xianbei commander also understood this.

Therefore, as he watched the crimson halberd cleave down towards him, the blood energy within his body surged recklessly towards the battle formation's illusory python, attempting to make the python even stronger and more realistic.

During this process, the Xianbei commander's face was beyond pale.

His hair gradually turned gray, and an aura of death permeated his body.

The Xianbei commander fought desperately!

In order to withstand Zhang Mu's martial arts avatar's attack, he even did not hesitate to consume his own blood essence.

The source of blood and qi is the foundation of martial arts cultivation.

Even if he survives this battle, with his current martial arts cultivation at the Gathering Qi Realm, he can forget about making any further progress in the future.

But he had no choice.

If we don't fight with our lives today, how can we talk about tomorrow?

The most direct reaction was that the blood and qi serpent, which interacted with his blood and qi, stirred.

Faced with the deadly attack from Zhang Mu's martial avatar, the illusory python gathered its blood energy at its tail, solidifying it, and then fiercely lashed out at the avatar's main body.

To relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao!

Instead of engaging Zhang Mu in a direct confrontation, the Xianbei commander intended to attack the Martial Dao Dharma Image, forcing Zhang Mu to withdraw the blood-red giant halberd that was aimed at the python's head for defense.

"Innocent!"

Zhang Mu coldly watched the battle formation python's tail lash out from the sky, while the blood-red giant halberd in the hands of the martial arts avatar continued its undiminished slashing momentum.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Under the watchful eyes of all the Han soldiers on the city wall of Yanmen County, the tail of the blood-red illusory python of the battle formation collided violently with the 33-zhang-tall martial arts dharma image.

"boom!"

Like a mountain collapsing, like the earth splitting open.

The massive shockwave radiated outwards from the two points, creating a powerful gust of air that carried flying sand and stones.

"How did it go? How did the fight go?"

"Did General Zhang win?"

"Has anyone seen the situation on the battlefield? Tell me quickly!"

"..."

The Han soldiers on the city walls of Yanmen County were in an uproar, straining their eyes to peer into the center of the dust.

However, compared to the group of soldiers who were just enjoying the spectacle...

Deep within the prefectural governor's mansion, a middle-aged scholar in blue robes looked up at the city outside with a wry smile, helplessly watching the aftershocks of the battle heading straight for the city walls.

"Zhang Gongzhi, you've made such a fuss! Aren't you afraid of tearing down this Yanmen County city wall, which is only twenty-four zhang high?"

The middle-aged scholar chuckled and cursed at the towering martial arts dharma image, which stood thirty-three feet tall in the distance, but his hands did not stop moving.

"town!"

The middle-aged scholar spoke lightly of the imperial edict.

An ancient character, imbued with the noble spirit of Confucianism, instantly appeared in the air.

As if he felt that this was not safe enough, he took out a bronze seal of the prefect from his bosom and pointed his fingertip directly at the inscription engraved on the seal.

"Sing!"

A dragon's roar suddenly appeared.

Accompanied by the long roar of a dragon, dark yellow dragon energy continuously emerged from the earth veins beneath the four cardinal directions of Yanmen County, weaving a protective array that safeguarded the entire city.

"Phew! That should be foolproof."

The middle-aged scholar wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to look at the handsome and composed young general who was always by his side with a displeased expression.

"Wen Yuan! If you ever reach the Martial Phase Realm in the future, when you fight with the enemy, be sure to stay far away from your own city. Never follow the example of your elder brother."

"It is a blessing for the people of the border regions of our Han Dynasty to have him guarding Yanmen County."

"At the rate he fights like this, for an old scholar like myself, losing ten years of life would be the least of my worries!"

Upon hearing the prefect's complaints, the composed young general, known as "Wen Yuan," awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Recalling his brother's occasional frivolous nature, he unusually refrained from refuting him, instead focusing his gaze on the distance beyond the city.

"The outcome... is about to be decided."

The composed young general murmured, his expression full of confidence in his elder brother's unparalleled combat prowess.

It was as if he was responding to what the young man had said.

As the flying stones and dust collided with the city's protective array and dissipated—

The scene of the battlefield came into view of all the Han soldiers on the city wall.

Where is that thirty-zhang-long blood-red illusory python formed from the blood and qi battle formation of the Xianbei people? Where is that martial arts dharma form?

On the vast battlefield, there were only corpses left behind when the Blood Qi Void Python was defeated.

Of the three thousand invading Xianbei cavalry, not a single one could still stand and catch his breath.

In the center of the battlefield, Zhang Mu, who had voluntarily dispelled his martial arts aura, looked down calmly at the Xianbei commander lying on the ground, barely breathing.

There was little joy in his expression after the great victory. He looked at the Xianbei commander more like a pig or dog that he had casually slaughtered.

"Han...Han general..."

The Xianbei commander, panting heavily, stared intently at Zhang Mu, but before he could continue—

"Pfft!"

A black halberd pierced his head, ending his life.

"You're about to die and you're still spouting so much nonsense! Do you think this is a novel?!"

"If I kill you, will your old Wang Tanshihuai, who died a couple of years ago, crawl out from the ground and come after me in your place?"

Zhang Mu muttered to himself.

But when his eyes inadvertently swept over the heart of the dead Xianbei commander, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"I thought you had exhausted all your blood essence, but I didn't expect there were still a few drops of blood essence left in your body."

"Perfect timing. My second brother will be breaking through to a higher realm soon. Consuming your blood essence will definitely give him more confidence and strength when he breaks through."

Crouching down, Zhang Mu drew his fingers into a sword and struck the Xianbei commander's corpse on the left side of his heart.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Zhang Mu was not holding a sharp weapon, yet wherever his fingertips touched, both the leather armor on the corpse and the flesh of the corpse itself were cut open.

"Thump! Thump!"

Just as Zhang Mu's fingertips sliced ​​through the corpse's flesh, a powerful throbbing sound came from the left side of the heart.

Looking at the heart that was still beating even after the death of the Xianbei commander, Zhang Mu showed no surprise.

In the materialistic world of my previous life, the muscle fibers of fish and cows could still twitch after they were killed, let alone this world of extraordinary martial arts and the mythical late Han Dynasty and Three Kingdoms period.

The thought of the mythical Three Kingdoms period filled Zhang Mu with a sense of helplessness.

the reason is simple.

Even as a transmigrator (reborn) who has lived in this world for over twenty years, he has yet to figure out the source of how a perfectly good late Han Dynasty and Three Kingdoms period "mutated" into this state.

Over the years, he has secretly investigated what caused and from what point the distortion of history began.

There are two possible outcomes:

One story is that during the transition from the Shang to the Zhou dynasty, the last emperor of the Shang dynasty, Di Xin, was unwilling to accept the demise of the dynasty. He used the remaining destiny of the dynasty as a trigger to detonate the dragon veins of the world.

The dragon vein collapsed, and the dragon's energy flowed into the nine provinces.

Under the long-term nurturing of dragon energy, everyone in the world becomes like a dragon.

From then on, whether they were scholars or commoners, as long as they mastered the corresponding cultivation methods, they could embark on the path of literature and martial arts and obtain unimaginable power.

The most compelling evidence that the great changes in the environment of heaven and earth began at the end of the Shang Dynasty and the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty is the popular legend that Lao Tzu went west out of Hangu Pass and purple clouds came from the east for three thousand miles, as well as the righteous spirit of literature and Taoism created by Confucius, the sage of literature and Taoism, which most scholars in the world cultivate today.

As for the second type of time point of great change in the world.

According to Zhang Mu's own speculation, it was probably in the year after the Qin Dynasty unified the world and the First Emperor performed the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai.

Legend has it that when the First Emperor performed the Fengshan ceremony, he saw immortals atop Mount Tai.

The immortal not only bestowed upon him the elixir of immortality, but also spread his teachings throughout the land, leaving behind methods of cultivation.

Zhang Mu didn't know whether the First Emperor had obtained the elixir of immortality or the method of cultivation.

But Zhang Mu knew one thing—

The First Emperor's Mausoleum, which in its previous life was reduced to a tourist attraction in Shaanxi Province, is far more complex in this world.

Because when he broke through to the Martial Realm and connected with heaven and earth, he inadvertently looked towards the location of the Guanzhong Imperial Mausoleum and felt a sense of unease.

He initially thought it was an illusion.

But when he traveled through Guanzhong five years ago and personally stepped onto the hidden place above the mausoleum, which was unknown to the world, before he could take any action, the great terror that his martial arts intuition triggered made him retreat immediately.

Of course, there are other explanations circulating in the world to explain this strange change in nature.

For example, when Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu was fighting against Wang Mang, what fell from the sky was not a meteorite at all, but a strange stone with nine orifices.

It was the nine-aperture strange stone that triggered a certain change in the world after it landed, and it began to absorb and exhale spiritual energy, which made it possible for people all over the world to cultivate.

Zhang Mu considered this claim to be utter nonsense.

If it was indeed that nine-aperture strange stone that caused this distorted myth of the Three Kingdoms, how can we explain the sense of terror that the First Emperor's mausoleum brought him?

It can't be said that the strange stone not only affected the heavens and the earth, but also the First Emperor's mausoleum, and could bring the First Emperor and the terracotta warriors underground back to life, can it?

Resurrected from the dead?

How could such a thing exist in this world!

In any case, Zhang Mu, who has been cultivating in this world for so long, has never seen a true death and resurrection.

The only person I've ever seen who possesses abilities similar to resurrection is Guo Fengxiao, my dear friend from Yingchuan, who studied wrongly and failed to cultivate the righteous spirit of Confucianism, yet by a twist of fate comprehended literary and spiritual supernatural powers such as "Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts" and "Imperial Corpse Puppet."

Thinking of how those Three Kingdoms enthusiasts in his previous life called his dear friend from Yingchuan a "genius," Zhang Mu couldn't help but smile.

In this mythical Three Kingdoms world, the title "genius" is not enough; he should be called "Ghost King"!

My thoughts wandered.

Zhang Mu stopped teasing his long-lost friend Guo Jia and turned his gaze back to the still-beating heart of the Xianbei commander in front of him.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Mu reached out, grasped the heart, and took it out.

At the same time, a jade bottle of emerald green appeared in Zhang Mu's other empty hand without him noticing.

He poked his beating heart with his finger.

In an instant.

A faint, pleasant fragrance wafted from the hole in his heart.