When Zhu Bogao heard this, he looked over in surprise. "If I don't save them, are they willing to come under my division?"
Old He said, "Your Majesty is wise to sacrifice a son. All the divisions are grateful and haven't dispersed yet."
Zhu Bogao sighed, but didn't offer any explanation.
In reality, he also understood that the divisions didn't disperse because they were afraid of being easily intercepted and killed by the Qincang disciples after they left. Thus, they chose to stay here and wait for the results of the battle tomorrow. The death of his eldest son just happened to give them an excuse.
He thought about it and said, "How many divisions are left?"
Old He said with an indifferent expression, "Fortunately, the Jin River is only about three hundred miles away from the Shousui Mountain. Seventy percent of the tribe escaped, but Your Majesty doesn't need to worry about them. As long as the kings and elders are still here, there is no need to worry about not being able to gather the troops."
When Zhu Bogao saw that the situation was not as bad as he had imagined, his face regained some of its vigor. He cupped his hands and said, "Elder He is worthy of being the stabilizing force of our tribe. If it weren't for you, the tribe would have fallen into chaos."
Old He said calmly, "We are all of the same tribe. Why are you treating me like an outsider? Your Majesty has expended a lot of energy in today's battle. Please rest well. I will take my leave now. "With that, he cupped his hands and slowly walked out of the cave.
Zhu Bogao looked at his back and felt that this elder was different from before. There seemed to be a deeper meaning hidden in his words.
He then shook his head. There was no time to think about this. He needed to think about how to fight against Zhang Yan tomorrow.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought about how to deal with him before. He saw that Zhang Yan's magic power was thick and stronger than he had imagined. Although he had Just Now boasted that he could do the same, he wouldn't be able to do it so easily if he didn't transform into a hundred feet tall.
He thought for a moment, then raised his hand and closed the door. Then, he took out a letter from his sleeve and opened it to read it carefully.
This was given to him by the Xueshuo Sect. It recorded the many techniques that Zhang Yan had displayed during the sword battle of the eighteen sects. But to his regret. However, the most crucial part of the Star Stone Battle was not recorded in the book.
That was what it said. From Zhang Yan's point of view, not including his flying sword technique, he would at least have three divine powers, namely the Purple Heaven Godly Thunder, the Minor Universe Shifting Art, and the Yellow Dragon Capturing Palm. But this was only a hundred years ago. As for what happened today. But there was no way to spy on it.
As for the Heaven and Earth Sealing Technique … Zhu Bogao did not think too much about it. Strength Path cultivators were not proficient in the art of escape. However, because he possessed the Weili, he was able to easily escape. On the other hand, he wasn't afraid of being captured. Moreover, his cultivation level was similar to the other party's, so he should be able to break free easily.
What he worried about was that since Zhang Yan was able to take first place in the sword battle, he should have no shortcomings in his Dao techniques. Even if there were flaws, it would not be something he could easily find. The only thing he could win against the other party was that he did not know about his own background.
He thought to himself, It seems that the longer the battle drags on, the more disadvantageous it is for me. If Zhang Yan finds out about my techniques, then it will be a dead end for me. However, it is impossible to kill Zhang Yan in a short period of time.
After thinking about it deeply, he felt that there was a way to solve this problem. He reached into his sleeve and felt around for a while, feeling a little more confident.
After making up his mind, he cast aside everything and sat down cross-legged, breathing in and out spiritual Qi. After he recovered, he could fight Zhang Yan with all his strength the next day.
On Shousui Mountain, Wei Zihong stepped onto the spell altar and bowed. "Master, thanks to the protection of Zhenren Han, none of our disciples have died."
Zhang Yan asked, "Zihong, what do you think of these disciples?"
Wei Zihong was startled. After thinking for a while, he said, "Just as Master said, this generation still lacks experience. However, from what I can see, the disciples of the aristocratic families are fine, but there are some brave and determined people under Master and Disciple. However, because their techniques are not good, it is difficult for them to display their strengths. If they can receive a good inheritance, they may be able to achieve great things in the future."
Zhang Yan nodded. "The great waves wash away the sand," he said. "This is how Master and Disciple teach disciples. However, there are three great tribulations within a thousand years. Unless one is a Zhenren of the Heavenly Abode, it is difficult for anyone to determine whether they will live or die. There is no need to be too rigid. If you see a talent that can be nurtured, you may as well give them some pointers."
Wei Zihong nodded. Just as he was about to leave, he hesitated and said, "Today, when I observed the movements of Yuyuan's tribe, I seemed to have sensed a wisp of demonic aura. However, I didn't split my attention to observe it at the time. My guess is that there might be a cultivator of the Devil Sect hiding nearby, spying on us."
Zhang Yan was not surprised at all. He smiled and said, "The appearance of the demonic cave is not far away. The people of the Devil Sect must be very eager to know what I'm capable of. The news of my battle with Zhu Bogao should have spread long ago. It would be strange if they didn't come."
Wei Zihong said, "But tomorrow, disciple …"
Zhang Yan waved his hand and said with a smile, "Since they have come here, they should be fully prepared. There is no need to waste energy. If they have the ability to watch tomorrow's battle, feel free to watch."
Wei Zihong heard this and knew that his master had a way to deal with it, so he excused himself.
The night passed quickly.
On the second day, Zhu Bogao left his clansmen in the Jin River and brought only a dozen or so attendants with him. He drove a small boat ashore and stopped in front of Shousui Mountain. "Zhenren Zhang," he said, "I have come to keep my promise."
Zhang Yan saw him and exchanged a few words with Wei Zihong. Then, under everyone's gaze, he rode the astral wind into the sky. He cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Monster Kings."
Zhu Bogao returned the greeting. Then, he gave Zhang Yan a few serious looks. Suddenly, he sighed and said, "In yesterday's battle, I originally wanted to be able to suppress you, Zhenren. However, I didn't expect that I would overestimate my own abilities and invite humiliation upon myself. If I lose to you today, I hope that you won't completely exterminate me."
Zhang Yan laughed and said, "Spiritual Master, there is no need to belittle yourself. To be able to gather a million tribe members in the Northern Dark Continent, you are already not inferior to the eight major tribes. How would I dare to look down on you?"
Zhu Bogao's eyes flickered. He laughed and said, "Spiritual Master Zhang, since I issued this challenge, you should choose the location of the battle."
Zhang Yan didn't decline. He thought for a moment and said, "If that's the case, how about going to the Extreme Heaven?"
Zhu Bogao's eyelids twitched. He said, "Very well, very well. That suits me perfectly. Spiritual Master Zhang, please go first."
Zhang Yan smiled and shook his shoulder lightly. He turned into a gust of wind and flew up.
Zhu Bogao stirred up astral winds as he followed along.
Han Wangke looked up and stopped Cai and Peng who were about to fly up into the sky. He said, "The Extreme Heaven is not like other places. If we go up there, we will be suspected of bullying the few with numbers. Let's not watch the battle, let's just wait here."
The two Demon Sect disciples in the distance were stunned when they saw this scene. The area above the Extreme Heaven was not like the surface of the earth. There was nothing in the surroundings. With Zhang Yan's ability, if the two of them followed him, they would be discovered immediately.
The strange-looking cultivator said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, what should we do?"
The skinny Daoist said hesitantly, "There's still a bottle of Yang Cleansing Water. It shouldn't be a problem to cover our tracks for two hours."
The strange-looking cultivator said with some heartache, "This water was given to us by our master to save our lives in times of crisis."
The skinny Daoist thought carefully and said, "As long as we can see through Zhang Yan's methods, it will be a great merit. When the time comes, it won't be difficult to ask for it again, right? Besides, we have the shuttle under our feet. If we get a bit further away, we can escape even if we're discovered. What is there to be afraid of? "
The two discussed and decided to take the risk. Thus, they retreated far away. When they were a hundred miles away, they sprinkled the Yang Cleansing Water on the shuttle and themselves. Instantly, their figures became faintly discernible. Even their auras became extremely weak. If outsiders didn't get close, they wouldn't be able to detect them.
When they felt that it was appropriate, the two leapt onto the flying shuttle and flew into the sky.
At the same time, Zhang Yan and Zhu Bogao had already broken through the strong clouds one after the other and arrived above the Extreme Sky.
As soon as they entered, Zhu Bogao suddenly flung out his sleeve. With a whoosh, a gust of strong wind was produced. When Zhang Yan saw this, his expression didn't change. He also lightly shook his sleeve, and the two collided. They each borrowed the momentum to retreat a hundred meters away. They each stood in a different spot, facing each other from afar.
Zhu Bogao's expression turned solemn. He raised his hand, and a cloud of black smoke emerged behind him. When it dispersed, several hundred gilded beryllium leaping fish could be seen floating in the sky. However, there was no handle at the bottom, only a beryllium blade. Under the scorching sun, they all emitted a dazzling golden light.
Zhang Yan looked over and immediately saw through them. He said with slight surprise, "I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Zhu to be proficient in formations?"
Zhu Bogao looked over and said, "I only have a rough understanding. I wouldn't dare to say I'm proficient in formations, but I don't dare to be careless when dealing with Spiritual Master Zhang. I hope you won't say I'm playing tricks."
Zhang Yan smiled slightly and said, "You and I can be considered to be fighting to the death. We can use any ability we have."
Zhu Bogao's formation wasn't actually used to trap Zhang Yan. He understood very well that with his own ability to control formations, it would be useless against someone who was proficient in escape techniques. Thus, he was merely using it to conceal himself.
What he was thinking was that if he couldn't win, he would hide inside the formation. That way, he would be able to win a moment of respite. Once he recovered his strength, he would come out and fight again.
Even if that didn't work out, he could still maintain a stalemate. As long as he was in an invincible position, he could slowly search for his opponent's flaws.
He stood in front of the formation without moving. He fished out a large bow from his sleeve and spread his legs. With a heh, he lowered his body and pulled the bowstring to a full crescent. He aimed at Zhang Yan, and in the span of a breath, he loosened his fingers. With a whoosh, a streak of golden light shot out like a rainbow.
Halfway through, the streak of light suddenly split into two. After traveling a short distance, it split into four, and by the second half, there were already eight streaks of light.
Cultivators who cultivated the path of strength could only display their abilities in close combat. This was because they were truly lacking when it came to escape techniques. Thus, those who cultivated this path would usually find a treasured bow in hand. This way, when they fought, they could force their opponent to come up and fight.
This bow of his was called the "Thousand-Eye Bewildering Shadow Bow". The arrows were condensed from the spiritual Qi on the bow. Although they weren't very powerful, they could track the enemy's tracks and create illusions, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.
When Zhang Yan saw the streak of light coming over, he smiled faintly. He didn't summon any treasures. He just waved his sleeve, and a vast gust of wind blew past, pushing the arrow to the side.
Without waiting for his opponent to draw his bow again, he lightly stomped his feet, and a dense fog suddenly spread out around him. In but a moment, his figure disappeared in the boundless fog.
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