Chapter 757 - 755: Zhu Zizai, Are You Crazy?
The divine essence that fell in Yunying County has been activated.
It has self-protection awareness, currently making it impossible to completely obtain it.
There is another way, forcefully using power to break the protection awareness of this strand of True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s divine essence.
But this requires paying a great price.
At least for Jingming Daoism, currently, they haven’t done this.
"Yes, it’s that Zhu Family." In the distance, Xu Qiaoqiao answered towards Six-Eared Mingyue.
Six-Eared Mingyue looked at Mo Lin again, and at this moment she was shocked.
Previously, the appearance of the Three Cyan Immortals supporting Mo Lin was surprising enough, but now another Zhu Family had come.
Mo Lin’s connections are quite astounding.
At least Six-Eared Mingyue feels inferior.
"Don’t try to scare me with the Zhu Family."
Zhang Ke snorted coldly, completely disbelief in Xu Qiaoqiao’s words.
The Zhu Family is in the South District, while Mo Lin is from the East District.
He has no connections with the South District at all, why would the Zhu Family want to help Mo Lin?
It’s unrealistic for the Zhu Family to specially come to the East District just for Mo Lin.
Doesn’t make sense.
"Mo Lin, either you leave now, or we clash." Zhang Ke scolded Mo Lin.
True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s strand of divine essence will never be abandoned by Jingming Daoism.
Even if everyone in Jingming Daoism were to die in battle, they still wouldn’t give up the strand of divine essence of True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao easily.
"Clang..."
A wave of golden light appeared on the ground.
The golden light array emerged.
Mo Lin had witnessed the power of this golden light array; it was quite oppressive.
"Kid, get lost.."
A scolding voice came.
Following the direction of the voice, they saw that it was an elder with a head full of white hair speaking.
This man was not wearing a Daoist robe; he was dressed in simple cloth.
With a wooden sword strapped to his back.
His attire resembled that of a swordsman from a martial arts drama.
This man was called Wu Chen, a ninth-generation disciple of Jingming Daoism.
He was also the most formidable final act character of Jingming Daoism in the East District.
"Mo Lin, you’ve stolen the heritage of Jingming Daoism.
You’ve killed our Jingming Daoism disciples; I haven’t settled accounts with you yet.
And now you dare to come here seeking death?"
As Wu Chen’s voice landed, golden light from the golden light array danced in the air.
The golden beams danced like sharp swords in the sky.
Just a movement of Wu Chen’s finger could make Mo Lin the target of these golden flying swords.
"Not leaving?"
Seeing Mo Lin not leaving, Wu Chen waved his hand.
The golden light array burst forth.
An uncountable number of golden beams fell towards Mo Lin like golden swords.
If it were an ordinary person, surely they’d be stabbed and have a thousand holes in an instant.
This is just the power of the golden light array; Wu Chen himself hadn’t taken action yet.
He’s indeed the ninth-generation disciple of Jingming Daoism.
Guarding the East District, surely his strength isn’t weak.
Mo Lin was just about to take action when an unexpected event occurred.
A dark shadow appeared in front of Mo Lin.
A divine light floated in his hand, transforming into a giant flying bird that spread its wings in front of Mo Lin, blocking the golden light array.
"Who dares to move him?"
A crisp scolding voice echoed all around.
This middle-aged man shielded Mo Lin behind him.
His appearance didn’t cause much reaction among ordinary people.
But all Jingming Daoism disciples and Six-Eared Mingyue revealed a surprised expression.
"Zhu Zizai..." Wu Chen gritted his teeth and pronounced each word.
"Why are you here?"
The patriarch of the Zhu Family, Zhu Zizai.
This person in the South District, is one who has no desires at all.
He’s never caused trouble, hasn’t even left the South District.
Wu Chen could never imagine why Zhu Zizai would leave the South District.
And even willingly go to the East District.
Zhu Zizai pointed at Mo Lin and slowly declared.
"Anyone who troubles Mo Lin is causing trouble for my Zhu Family."
"Zhu Zizai, don’t be too arrogant." Wu Chen scolded and waved his right hand.
The array of golden light operated.
Streaks of golden light charged towards Zhu Zizai.
Zhu Zizai was enveloped by golden rays. He waved his right hand in the air, drawing in space.
Painting a young man in armor.
This man was enveloped in Immortal Qi, and the originally lifeless painting suddenly came to life.
This man stepped out into the void, raising his right hand, releasing terrifying Immortal Qi from his palm to block the attack of the golden light array.
The painting immortal technique of the Zhu Family.
Seeing this, Wu Chen could only act personally.
The person before him is Zhu Zizai; relying only on the golden light array is clearly impossible to suppress him.
Surrounded by Evil-Slaying Dao Qi, he dropped his palm from the sky, creating a chopping gesture.
Evil-Slaying Dao Qi faced Zhu Zizai head-on, chopping down.
Wu Chen’s Evil-Slaying Dao Qi had been completely perfected.
Like a galaxy descending from the nine heavens, slashing across the void.
This imposing force was strong enough to suffocate.
Zhu Zizai bit his right hand’s forefinger, swinging his blood in the air, revealing a Yellow Turban Warrior before everyone.
This Yellow Turban Warrior was entirely golden yellow, wielding a copper hammer.
The Yellow Turban Warrior swung the copper hammer out against the descending Evil-Slaying Dao Qi.
"Bang!"
Evil-Slaying Dao Qi descended from the top of the Yellow Turban Warrior.
The Yellow Turban Warrior split in half, dissolved into a pool of blood in the air.
Zhu Zizai calmly waved his hand again.
Another Yellow Turban Warrior emerged.
Soon followed by the emergence of over a dozen Yellow Turban Warriors.
This is the Zhu Family’s painting immortal technique.
More than a dozen Yellow Turban Warriors appeared, blocking the descending Evil-Slaying Dao Qi.
Zhu Zizai opened his clothing.
There were several tattoos on his body.
A dense array of tattoos covered his body.
The blood-red tattoos were particularly striking.
Mo Lin also had tattoos, those representing Nvwa.
Zhu Zizai’s tattoos function similarly to Mo Lin’s Nvwa tattoos but with differences.
"Anyone who makes a move, I’ll make sure they die." Zhu Zizai coldly threatened.
Seeing Zhu Zizai’s body-full tattoos, Wu Chen immediately stopped.
"Zhu Zizai, are you insane?
Are you not afraid of dying?" Wu Chen angrily reprimanded Zhu Zizai.
These tattoos on Zhu Zizai’s body are his life.
Each tattoo is engraved on him using the painting immortal technique, sacrificing lifespan.
They are one-time-use items.
Using one means Zhu Zizai’s lifespan decreases.
Once the tattoos are used, he would also die.
Zhu Zizai revealing these tattoos means he’s determined to fight to the death.
Zhu Zizai pointed towards that strand of True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s divine essence in the distance, promising Mo Lin.
"This strand of divine essence is yours."
One concise sentence.
"Zhu Zizai, you’re too dismissive of our Jingming Daoism.
Do you think our Jingming Daoism is a pushover?
This strand of divine essence does not belong to you." Zhang Ke scolded Zhu Zizai.
Wu Chen was just about to stop Zhang Ke from talking, but it was already too late.
"Clang..."
Golden flames emerged under Zhang Ke’s feet, engulfing him.
Before Zhang Ke could even scream, he was swallowed by the flame, turning into a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye.
Just like that, gone.
There were a total of ten tattoos on Zhu Zizai’s body.
Now one less.
In front of him appeared a Celestial God surrounded by flames.
"Flame Emperor.."
Golden flames surrounded Flame Emperor, suspending a ball of fire behind his head.
This is Zhu Zizai’s confidence.
"Wu Chen, either you leave, or all of you from Jingming Daoism perish here." Zhu Zizai wasn’t bluffing.
Each tattoo on Zhu Zizai’s body holds the power of a strand of divine essence of a Celestial God.