Chapter 41: Born to be a killer, night attack on the Golden Pagoda [Second update]
The most mysterious trace of the Tao.
This kind of Dao mark is extremely rare.
Among ordinary people, it is difficult to find one even among billions of them.
After possessing this kind of Dao Mark, practicing fierce killing techniques or netherworld techniques will be twice as effective with half the effort.
And will not be infected by the negative emotions of killing power and netherworld energy.
When you practice, it feels like you are assisted by God.
Therefore, people with this kind of Dao mark are also called natural killers.
The martial arts he mainly practiced was the ancient magic skill taught to him by his great grandfather.
Six prisons to pay for sins!
Therefore, he was able to reach the fourth level of the Dharma Realm just as he reached adulthood.
Among his peers, he is extremely talented.
As soon as he joined the army, he was selected into the elite camp, which was known as the General Reserve Camp of the Immortal Dynasty.
The military camp is naturally the place where the killing force is the heaviest, and it is also the place where one can legitimately hone his killing intent.
If it were placed somewhere else, unless it was at a massacre scene, it would be difficult to accumulate enough murderous aura.
The Southern Sky Immortal Dynasty is one of the eighty-one great immortal dynasties in the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods.
Zong Ze had only been in the army for two years, but he had already surpassed almost all the talented young men of fame and power in the court.
Among his peers now, only Lin Chen, the grandson of the current chief minister, has a higher status than him in the elite camp.
Both of them held the military rank of colonel.
However, Zong Ze was a captain who was in charge of suppressing bandits.
And Lin Chen is a Herong captain of a higher level.
"I don't know how my second grandfather and the relatives in the holy land are doing. Sister Yue'er is eight years old this year. She was born with a pure bone structure. Her aptitude is stronger than mine. She should have officially started practicing, shed her mortal body, and entered the realm of law."
"My great grandfather's six prisons were atoned for by fighting and practicing in this endless desert over the years. I can do it, too!"
Thinking of his relatives in the Tianzong Holy Land, a rare smile appeared on his resolute face.
His clansmen are his greatest support.
After having a good meal and a good drink.
Everyone has already recovered to their best condition.
After packing up their weapons and luggage, everyone left Huangsha City before dark.
Sneaking through the desert at night.
The weather is nice today.
The moon and stars are sparse.
The group walked quickly along the ridge of the sand dune under the shadow of the moon.
The journey was extremely smooth, and we did not encounter any dangerous sand spirit storms, nor did we encounter any poisonous sand scorpions or desert wolves.
With everyone using their skills and trying their best to get on the road, it took less than two hours before they arrived at a brightly lit oasis.
Next to the oasis, there is a triangular golden pagoda temple that is dozens of feet high.
It was covered with torches.
The Golden Pagoda Temple is illuminated as bright as day.
Especially conspicuous.
The entrance to the temple.
A team of Yellow Sand tribe warriors were monitoring hundreds of human slaves as they worked.
They carried baskets of heavy military equipment and supplies, lined up and brought them into the temple.
If they were negligent in the slightest, they would be beaten and insulted by the Huangsha warriors.
They treated these human slaves as if they were pigs and dogs.
A dozen boys and girls were lying in ambush on the sand dunes near the oasis.
Seeing fellow human beings being humiliated and abused, and being treated like animals.
He instinctively pressed his hand on the knife handle at his waist, murderous intent boiling in his heart, and he wanted to draw his sword and attack.
"Captain, this group of Huangsha people has been harassing the border of the state for many years, slaughtering villages, abducting men as slaves, and using women for venting and farming. All human beings are sworn enemies!"
"Let's go down now, destroy this Golden Pagoda Temple, slaughter the Yellow Sand Warriors, and rescue these poor people."
One of them was a square-faced young man whose face turned red with excitement.
He tightly gripped the big knife at his waist, shaking with excitement.
As long as Zong Ze gives the order, he will be the first to rush down the sand dune and let his sword drink the blood of the foreigners!
According to everyone's previous experience of fighting against the Yellow Sand Tribe during the team trial in the camp.
The Yellow Sand Clan warriors below are the standard configuration of a squad.
There are a total of forty Huangsha tribe warriors.
Among them, there are thirty warriors who are equivalent to ordinary warriors.
There are eight people who are equivalent to great martial artists in the mortal realm.
The remaining two captains and deputy captains have strength equivalent to that of a first-level cultivator in the Dharma Realm.
The realm of this square-faced young man is the second level of the Dharma Realm, the realm of tiger and leopard power.
He alone is enough to wipe out the small team outside the triangular golden tower.
"Don't be impulsive, calm down."
"The Golden Pagoda Temple is equivalent to a large camp. The magical weapon, the Sand Silica Scimitar, is their most critical strategic material."
"This place is less than 200 miles away from Huangsha City. It is impossible for them to station only a small team here. There must be great masters above the centurion or even thousand-man commander among them."
"Although this is just the outskirts of the desert, it is no longer part of the human territory. We are isolated and helpless."
"So you must not act impulsively. If you encounter an expert who is difficult to defeat before you understand the situation, you will be in danger."
"You all are here to gain experience. No one wants to die here before achieving success, right?"
Zong Ze spoke slowly with a stern expression.
As a descendant of a prominent family born in a sect or holy land.
He had followed his great-grandfather Zong Qitian since he was a child, guarding the holy land's garrison on the border together.
Zong Qitian is known as the Yellow Sand God of War.
He had witnessed with his own eyes that his great-grandfather led the elite disciples of the Holy Land to fight a general of the Yellow Sand Clan for several months.
Drag him into the Six Hells and burn him to death!
The sand was stained with blood and corpses were scattered all over the ground.
Through words and deeds, Zong Shen's strategy and courage are naturally incomparable to those of the Immortal Dynasty's children.
His eyes were fixed on the queue of slaves transporting supplies outside the Golden Pagoda Temple.
The feeling of uneasiness in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.
The Jiyoudao mark on his arm also began to feel slightly hot.
In his eyes, this small Jintan Temple seemed to have become a tomb where he would be buried.
"I hope it's just my illusion..."
He secretly cursed in his heart.
Although I feel uneasy.
But as a soldier, if you are afraid of fighting because of this, wouldn’t it be ridiculous?
As long as there is no master who is higher than the seventh level of the Dharma Realm, there is no need to worry!
Before leaving, the chief officer of the camp, General Xuande, Lord Han Dang, had given him a treasure for killing.
With his current cultivation level and this killing treasure, he is enough to deal with masters below the seventh level of the Dharma Realm.
Even if he cannot kill him, he can still protect his subordinates and peers in the camp and escape safely!
Zong Ze thought silently and had a rough plan in mind.
After he finished speaking.
Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere was somewhat tense and solemn.
They lay quietly on the sand dunes, waiting.
When the long team of slaves entered the Jintan Temple.
A short Sand Clan warrior riding a Desert Wolf and carrying two sand silicon scimitars slowly came from behind.
It seems to be the support of the slave team.
His yellow battle robe was stained with large patches of dark red blood.
The aura all over his body is extremely dangerous.
It turned out to be a Canglang Warrior!
(End of this chapter)
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