Zhang Xuanji initially approached Qing Yu, thinking that Qing Yu would refine pills for three months as a trade, so that Qing Yu would avenge his death.
However, Qing Yu later took a liking to Zhang Xuanji’s alchemy skills, softening and hardening him, he insisted that three months be followed by another three months, and in the blink of an eye three years were almost up.
By now, Zhang Xuanji had almost become the imperial alchemist of the Northern Zhou, specialising in refining pills for the royal family as well as developing new pills.
With the imperial family providing Zhang Xuanji with herbs, a large number of people at his disposal, and not forbidding him from doing his own research, and with Qing Yu’s fist getting bigger and bigger, Zhang Xuanji has settled into a new home in Northern Zhou without fear.
This Mad Devil Pill was developed by Zhang Xuanji at the behest of Qing Yu for today’s battle.
After taking the madness pill, one is almost certain to die, but the potential that can be stimulated is also great, allowing the dying soldiers to use their strength far beyond their full strength and pull a few enemies to their backs before they die.
It was a choice that was not an issue for these hundred warriors, as they were both dead anyway.
With all these advantages overwhelming them, the Northern Zhou army marched forward, the army formation like a mountain, one step by one inch of blood, stepping on the corpses of the enemy mercilessly.
Under such circumstances, the Tong Shen realm on the Golden Wolf Khan’s side finally couldn’t sit still any longer.
“Whoo-ooh…”
The cold wind suddenly intensified, and the falling ice particles increased in size and turned into hail, smashing against the armour with a muffled sound.
As the Yuan Qi converged towards the gra*sland army on a large scale, Qing Yu and the Seven Absolute Elders, who were sitting at the rear, naturally noticed the sudden change immediately.
“The shaman of the Shaman Cult’s Tong Shen realm has struck, and it is time for our war to begin.”
The Seven Absolute Elders were the first to fly out of the air, charging straight into the gra*sland army formation, their cold and merciless auras filled the air, and the powerful aura that filled the sky actually caused the gra*sland army to condense into the Pale Wolf Soldier Furies to begin to disintegrate.
”After the Seven Absolute Old Man had killed his supreme kin and extinguished his seven emotions, his state of mind and Yuan Shen had completely reached the extreme, and he had already opened a third of the door to the supreme power. It was no wonder that one of the Four Sects of the Devil’s Dao Tong Shen had appeared so far, just with the power of the Seven Absolute Old Man, he was completely comparable to two or three Tong Shen.”
As Qing Yu thought, he too slashed the air with sword light, countless sharp swords flowing like a tidal wave, flying to the centre of the battlefield with resounding sword sounds, raising his hand to guide his sword, the Piaomiao Jie Style waved out.
Sword Six – Absolute.
The sword of absolute sharpness stretched across the sky, its sword qi pointed directly at the figure in the centre of the gra*sland army who was casting a spell to intensify the cold wind.
“Since you broke the rules and struck, don’t blame Ren Piaomiao for taking your life.”
The voice sounded in his ears, and Alibuda saw the sword qi like a long rainbow through the sun, whistling immediately.
With a siren blaring in his heart, Alibuda did not think twice before stopping to defend himself against the sword.
But at that moment, the wind swept in and the palm was transformed into a huge blurred palm, which met the sword qi in the air, and the two collided.
“Young people must have the impetus of young people, let the old man do the aftermath.”
The old, soft words came softly as an old, hunched figure rose into the sky and faced the stern swordsman directly.
“I am Monga, the Grand Shaman of the Shaman Sect, and your Excellency should be Piaomiao, the Director of the Piaomiao Sword Palace.”
Under his dishevelled hair, his cloudy eyes were fixed on Qing Yu, and his words were full of emotion, “The Central Plains is full of talents, Master Ren has already reached the top at such an age, and is only one step away from the realm of the strongest, I really can’t help but be old.”
With his eyesight, he could see that the person in front of him was the same level of strength as himself, and if he were to let Alibuda fight him, he would definitely not be the one to lose out.
‘It’s time for the old man to use his last breath.’ The great shaman thought with determination.
To drag a strong man in the prime of his life along with him was a bonus in every sense of the word.
But in reality, what the Grand Shaman was seeing now was only what Qing Yu wanted him to see. What he thought was just one step away had in fact already been taken.
If he hadn’t wanted to reveal the falseness of Ren Piaomiao’s identity, Qing Yu could have just beheaded the Grand Shaman right now.
“Great Shaman.”
Three more Tong Shen took to the air and approached the Great Shaman.
“Stop,” the Grand Shaman raised his wooden staff and said in a deep voice, “You go deal with the other one, and leave this one to the old man.”
“This ——”
At hearing this, Battuta hesitated a little, but Harira understood the Grand Shaman’s meaning and said directly, “We understand, Grand Shaman.”
The three of them sprang out at the same time and attacked the Seven Absolute Elders straight away. Harira whispered, “Finish this man with all your might, then go and gallop to the Grand Shaman’s aid.”
“Good.”
The other two nodded in unison, using their true qi to launch their strong moves, aiming for a quick victory.
“Cang Wolf Fist.”
“Mountain Shaking Divine Strength.”
“Tearing Wind and Blood Claw.”
“Do you think I’m a soft touch?”
In the face of the three men’s attack, the Seven Absolute Elders did not panic, his mind was cold, and the three men’s moves were like the moon reflected in the water, fully manifested in his mind.
“No emotion, no self.”
He raised his hand and pointed his fingers, the Seven Absolutes’ state of mind caused his eyes to be empty, his piercing sword fingers snapped into the void, his fingers pierced the Qi energy, and the three men’s moves were broken.
“It’s my turn ——”
The seven deadly old man’s figure flashed into the air, instantly turning into nothingness.
One man against three, a great battle has begun.
“With those three people, they still can’t take the Seven Absolute Elders.”
Qing Yu and the Great Shaman confronted each other, and seeing the exchange of blows over there, Qing Yu said in a light voice.
“The old man does not need them to win, he just needs to hold that one back while preserving his life. As long as ——”
The hunched body slowly straightened up, the upright body looked a head taller than Qing Yu’s, “—— just let the old man drag you back to heaven with him.”
There was starlight rising from the great shaman’s body, a light full of spirituality, the spirit of all things that shamanism believes in, and his own spiritual light.
“The spirit leads to the Everlasting Sky.”
The spiritual light burned like a flame, and the great shaman’s body swelled as if he were back in his prime, abandoning the wooden staff in his hand and stamping his feet in the air, stepping on the sound of empty explosions as he charged across the sky.
“Mountain Spirit.”
With a single blow, a mountainous landscape emerges, the spirit of the mountain in its body, evoking an infinite force.
“Xuan Zhen Jie Wu.”
The Nirvana Sword opens up its shadow, and the sword qi shoots out in streams of light, revealing a magnificent sight, as sword and fist clash, sending waves of qi blasting through the sky.
“Drink!”
The great shaman shouted in a deep voice, his fist was like a mountain, a hurricane of heavy, powerful energy, swirling around the sword qi, and then he threw a punch, crushing thousands of sword shadows.
“Wind Spirit.”
The figure turned into reality, the heaviness disappeared and turned into an endless lightness. The Grand Shaman was united with the wind, yet faster than the wind, his palm shadow carried the strength of a hurricane, like a fierce storm, covering the sky and the earth with nothing.
As his opponent, Qingyu’s sword danced in the air, swinging its shadow like a thousand streams of light, hitting the ground with its sword, and there was no mistake.
