Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 371: Rubao Tongyingjing, the news leaked on Bailu Mountain
In front of Zhang Yuan, two Confucian scholars with distorted faces and possessed by demons roared and flew towards him.

A figure turned into illusion and flew towards the mountains in a flash. Another figure moved, and the aura on his body turned violent.

"He wants to self-destruct his soul and body—"

A patrol soldier whispered.

This kind of violent aura clearly wanted to gather all of its strength into one point and transform it into the most brutal means of explosion.

If a powerful person in the late stage of the Innate Realm self-destructs, all living beings within a radius of a hundred meters will be buried with him.

Even a master, without a strong body, would have to retreat before self-destructing.

At this time, these patrol soldiers were only three to five feet away. If the possessed scholar blew himself up, none of them would be able to escape.

The leading military officer turned around, glared, and snorted, "You're surprised by what you've seen. The dean has at least eight out of ten people like him to deal with."

"That's all the devil has got."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yuan in front of him raised his hand.

The golden shadow of the Mingwang emerged.

King Ming ruled the world.

It is said that the Buddhist Mingwang can suppress an entire world. What is the power of self-destruction of the innate realm?
The body of the demon-possessed scholar was held down by Ming Wang's palm. Even though his eyes grew blood red, his body could not explode no matter how much it expanded.

The body was shattered from the inside out, the power exploded but could not be released, and the soul was about to die but could not die. The pain made the Confucian scholar wail in pain.

On the other side, a figure that had flown ten feet away paused, and a green round mirror appeared in his hand.

This is a Confucian treasure.

A pure Confucian treasure.

The function of this treasure is that it can reflect the space within a radius of ten thousand feet and transmit all the images to another Confucian round mirror thousands of miles away.

The light and shadow from the green round mirror shone towards the thatched cottage where the Master lived.

In front of the thatched cottage, the teacher in a cotton robe seemed to have caught a cold. He hunched his back slightly and coughed softly twice.

The round mirror wanted to reflect again, but Zhang Yuan suddenly swung out the Red Dragon Rope in his left hand.

"Bam—"

The blue round mirror exploded.

The Red Dragon Rope spun like a whip, locked the fleeing scholar's neck, and pulled it hard.

"Click——"

The sound of the cervical vertebra breaking was crisp.

A ray of light and shadow intertwined with majestic and demonic energy rose up.

The Confucian and Taoist innate who has been possessed by demons still has a surging mighty force.

"Snapped--"

In front of Zhang Yuan, the Confucian scholar who was supporting himself under the seal of the Mingwang finally had his bones and muscles broken and fell to the ground.

A light golden beam rose up.

Two forces of feedback surged in Zhang Yuan's mind, and the chaotic light curtain transformed them into the golden beads of heaven and the beads of demonic energy.

The golden bead, which exuded a faint sense of majestic power, shattered, causing the majestic spirit of Confucianism and Taoism in Zhang Yuan to rise.

During these days, Zhang Yuan's Confucian and Taoist cultivation has accumulated to an unimaginable level just from the spies and secret agents who have been bewitched by the devil, held hostage by the immortals, and infiltrated by the monsters and Buddhists, and who have fed back the great power of Confucianism and Taoism.

This is also one of the reasons why he is happy to stay and guard the back mountain of Bailu Mountain.

Now his accumulated Confucian and Taoist might has clearly reached the level of a half-step grandmaster.

This is the great power that requires a long period of accumulation, not the power of the Dao that he can replace in a short time with the Golden Dao Pearl.

With his Confucian and Taoist cultivation, Zhang Yuan is a true practitioner of both Confucianism and martial arts.

His painting and seal carving techniques are supported by a mighty force and are more pure, truly Confucian and Taoist methods.

The mighty power outside his body converged, and Zhang Yuan took a step forward, his figure like an eagle flying across the sky.

"I'll leave the aftermath to you."

"Zhu Tong, Bai Shuo, follow me to capture the spy."

Zhang Yuan's voice rang out, and he was already a hundred feet away.

The team of warriors clasped their fists and bowed.

"promise--"

At the edge of the cliff, two figures stepped out. One of them transformed into a giant bird with spread wings, while the other had a talisman swirling around him and his body transformed into flowing light.

There are two priests in Banshan Courtyard. One is Zhu Tong, a priest from the demon clan who is good at flying, and the other is Bai Shuo, a Taoist practitioner who is also good at flying.

"Humph, why don't you let me go for such things..."

Not far away, Meng Shuyao, spear in hand, hummed softly, watched the three streaks of light fade away, then turned and stopped in front of Zhang Yuan's thatched cottage. Zhang Yuan had previously instructed that if he wasn't there, Meng Shuyao would be in charge.

……

A hundred miles away, an old man with a long beard and wearing a black robe stood up, holding a green bronze mirror in his hand, and turned away.

Beside him, seven or eight guards with a faint demonic aura followed, holding swords.

The old man took a few steps, his expression suddenly changed, and then he smashed the bronze mirror in his hand with a palm, and handed the fragments to the guards around him.

"For the sake of the Netherworld Demon Sect, I am willing to die."

"I'll hold Zhang Juzheng back. You all go separately. Make sure to deliver the information in the Tongying Mirror to the Demon Lord."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, and the demonic energy in his body surged straight up into the sky.

The Grandmaster turned out to be a Grandmaster of magic.

A master of magic lurking under the rule of Bailu Mountain.

"Du Yang of the Netherworld Demon Sect, upon hearing that the headmaster of the White Deer Academy, Zhang Juzheng, practices both Confucianism and martial arts, I would like to seek your advice—"

Du Yang's voice resonated in the void, causing the heaven and earth to surge like thunder.

The guards holding the bronze mirror fragments looked at each other, turned around and ran in their respective directions.

They had only walked for a few dozen breaths when two streams of light came flying in the air. A large bird spread its wings, and wind blades shot out and flowed. A fairy light turned into thousands of talismans and chased after the guards in front.

Du Yang, who was standing in the original place, snorted coldly, raised his hand and drew forth a mighty magic light to block the wind blade and the Taoist talisman.

"boom--"

The Taoist talisman exploded, the wind blade shattered, and two figures spun around and chased after the fleeing guards.

Du Yang raised his hand, wanting to stop Zhu Tong and Bai Shuo, but as soon as he raised his hand, his face darkened.

Above his head, in mid-air, at some point in time, a tall young man in a green Confucian robe, with his hands behind his back, was standing quietly.

"Zhang Juzheng——"

As Du Yang finished speaking, Zhang Yuan had already stepped down.

The shadows of the dragon and elephant condensed, the mighty power shone with golden light, Confucianism and martial arts combined, the great way tilted towards heaven!
Zhang Yuan now understood what Ji Yuntang said, and every move he made was filled with the joy of being blessed by the Great Dao.

This kind of feeling, without the power of heaven and earth to restrain it, but instead the sensation of the Great Dao accompanying it, is indeed extremely refreshing.

"boom--"

The power of the dragon and elephant pressed down on Du Yang's shoulders, crushing his leg bones and breaking his spine, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Dragon, dragon elephant..."

Du Yang vomited blood and looked terrified.

"You, you are the martial arts master of Yongtianzhou!"

Even if it was at the level of a dragon elephant, it would be impossible to suppress a powerful demon like him so easily.

Only the martial arts masters who have been tempered in the forbidden land of the Heavenly Dao in Yongtianzhou can achieve this!
"You, Qin wants to take over Qingtianzhou..."

Du Yang's eyes widened, his body filled with demonic energy. Before he could say anything else, Zhang Yuan's foot had already stepped firmly on his head.

"Bam—"

There was a sound like a watermelon bursting.

A mighty demonic light surged, and evil forces intertwined.

Demonic energy and great power flowed through Zhang Yuan's body.

A moment later, Bai Shuo and Zhu Tong returned and handed the bronze mirror fragments to Zhang Yuan.

The fragments of the bronze mirror were pieced together to form a round mirror with a crack in it.

"There's a piece missing..."

Zhu Tong whispered, his expression grim.

"I'll go after him." Bai Shuo gritted his teeth and said.

Zhang Yuan looked at the fragments of the bronze mirror in front of him, waved his hand, and said calmly: "Return to Bailu Mountain."

……

Three days later, in a big city hundreds of thousands of miles away from Bailu Mountain, a figure sat in a green hall with a silent expression. On the long table in front of him was a piece of bronze round mirror fragment.

Dongxuan.

The master of the demonic path, Xu Chengfeng, the demon lord of the Netherworld Demon Sect in Qingtian Continent.

"This is the fragment of the Tongying Mirror that Du Yang risked his life to return."

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