"Huh? Are you serving spirits, eating ghosts, and forcibly improving your cultivation for a short time?" Zhang Zhiwei saw through his actions at a glance.
"Senior Brother Zhang, be careful!"
After taking the spirit, Feng Tianyang's voice became very unpleasant, as harsh as iron scraping against glass.
At the same time, a translucent soldier suddenly appeared behind Zhang Zhiwei and charged towards Zhang Zhiwei's undefended back!
Zhang Zhiwei suddenly turned around and raised his hand, pinched the arrogant soldier's head, and then tightened it with force, causing the pinched body to collapse and turn into a ball of turbid air.
But the strange turbid air did not disperse. Instead, it wrapped around Zhang Zhiwei like gangrene attached to his bones.
"Senior Brother Zhang, I've been tricked. I'm a wizard. The wizard can do more than just summon spirits. I can also curse you and kill you. Ignore your golden light and use curses that directly affect your life!"
"Um?"
Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Then, dark red grimaces appeared one after another from his waist, hands, and back.
These grimaces may be full of anger, or frowning and ready to cry. Or he may sneer with a raised eyebrow, making people feel cold all over.
The ghostly faces wrapped around Zhang Zhiwei's tall body, and with a buzzing sound, pitch-black flames came out from the gaps between the ghostly faces, burning Zhang Zhiwei into a big torch.
"Hahahahaha..."
Under the ferocious Nuo wood mask, Feng Tianyang's hoarse and ugly voice could be heard far away.
"Senior Brother Zhang, this voodoo fire is designed to burn people's blood from the inside out. I know that your life cultivation is so advanced that it cannot be burned out in a short while."
"However, I invited five rampant troops and horses. Five rampages and five rampages. Naturally, I have five armies. You only defeated one arm before. Now, I summoned the other four armies to attack from inside and outside. Senior Brother Zhang, how should you deal with it? ?”
With that said, Feng Tianyang danced again, raising his master's sword high above his head, and the blades struck and pulled.
The remaining generals appeared at the same time, leading their own troops to attack Zhang Zhiwei from all directions at the same time.
"Curse is such a sinister and treacherous method. It cannot be put on the table. A toad jumps on the instep and does not bite people. As for the rampant soldiers, they are not strong but there are many in number. It is really troublesome, then... …Solve it all together!”
After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei raised his head, his eyes flashed with silver light, and his whole body was filled with lightning.
The thunder method is strong and powerful, specializing in conquering all evil spirits in the world. Those faces burning with cursed fire disappear in an instant under the thunder.
"The divine thunder comes out of Jiang Palace."
The next moment, blazing silver lightning intertwined and transformed into an ape image, jumping up from Zhang Zhiwei's body.
At the same time, outside the martial arts arena.
"Zizzizi..."
Some strange little sounds were heard from the crowd watching the battle. When they looked down, they saw clusters of tiny electric sparks appearing on their clothes due to static electricity.
"This is?"
Everyone is wondering.
The next moment.
"Boom!"
There was a loud thunder, and the sound was as loud as if someone was holding a gong and hitting it hard in the ear, which was deafening.
Immediately afterwards, brilliant white light filled his eyes, which was rolling thunder and raging flames.
At this moment, everything you see before your eyes is blazing lightning, and everything you hear in your ears is deafening thunder.
And when the thunder passed by, no matter what kind of arrogant general, law-breaking evil spirit, or other imp, they were instantly invincible and turned into ashes.
…………
After the silver light.
Feng Tianyang struggled to hold himself up. Just now, Zhang Zhiwei's Yang Wu Lei only aimed at the five rampant soldiers and horses on the field, and did not target Feng Tianyang.
After all, Zhang Zhiwei has now released the Heart Monkey, and the power of Yang Wu Lei has been further strengthened, but his control of details has become even worse.
If it affected Feng Tianyang, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't guarantee not to kill him, so he didn't choose to attack him.
But even so, Feng Tianyang was seriously injured.
He is the host of the altar, and those five rampant soldiers and horses were invited by him through the practice of communicating with the Liangshan shamans' Dharma lineage, and they were connected to his mind. As a result, they were suddenly chopped into ashes and wiped out. Of course, he felt uncomfortable and suffered the backlash. Very miserable.
Feng Tianyang spit out a mouthful of blood, supported the altar table, struggled to stand up, and looked forward, only to see that the entire martial arts arena had been burned by thunder and fire.
In the middle of the martial arts arena, Zhang Zhiwei stood like a mountain, his body covered with a layer of golden light, his clothes undamaged, and there was still blazing white electric light all around him.
In front of Nuo, Feng Tianyang had a bitter look on his face, and his heart was bleeding: "Thunder method? The Five Thunder Methods of Tianshi Mansion are so fierce. The five rampant soldiers and horses in the temple have been enshrined for many years, and they have long been considered evil. Evil ghosts are not defeated by lightning, but they are still struck by lightning and disappear."
"The loss this time is too great. I originally wanted to go up to the stage to show off my reputation and see the heavenly soldiers on the altar, but I didn't see the heavenly soldiers on the altar, and they were completely defeated. The incense and energy accumulated by these heavenly soldiers for many years were squandered, and I didn't want to use them again in the future. This altar needs to be cultivated for at least several years!"
Asking a protector god to help with your fists is different from asking an immortal to possess you and fight. The immortal is alive and if you are beaten to death, you are really dead.
The Dharma Protector is originally dead. A trace of the true spirit exists in the sect's dharma lineage and is nourished by the power of faith. The image he uses when he appears is also composed of the power of faith.
Therefore, even if you die, as long as the Dharma lineage does not collapse and the power of faith is sufficient, you can still use it again.
In front of the altar, Feng Tianyang's heart was bleeding, and suddenly an unknown feeling spread throughout his body.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Zhang Zhiwei extending his sleeve-rolled hand towards him and shaking it in vain.
The words of surrender were still stuck in his throat, and his body was swept by a strong force, and he flew over involuntarily.
"I, I, I..."
Feng Tianyang was like a drowning person. His limbs were tugged in the air, trying to find a point of strength, but it was all in vain. When his body fell to the ground, Zhang Zhiwei had already grabbed his neck and carried him like a little chicken. stand up.
"Hey, Senior Brother Zhang, don't hit me, don't slap me in the face, I'll admit defeat, I'll admit defeat, I'll be convinced of my defeat!"
Feng Tianyang grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's hand and said quickly, fearing that it would be slapped into the ground like the Lu family jade.
He is a wizard, and his physique is not as good as those two reckless men who practice martial arts. If he takes a hit, he will not be able to lie down for ten days and a half!
"Hey, Lu Ci, you're not alone anymore, there's another guy who was picked up like a chicken!"
Lu Jin touched Lu Ci's shoulder with his shoulder and said teasingly.
But Lu Ci didn't even look at him, he just stared at Zhang Zhiwei eagerly. The more he learned, the deeper his admiration for Zhang Zhiwei became.
I even couldn't help but sigh in my heart, how wonderful it would be if such heroes were brothers of the same race. I would be the one in front of the horse and behind the horse, so I would be willing to do so!
On the court, seeing Feng Tianyang admitting defeat, Zhang Zhiwei did not give him a slap in the face without mercy, and immediately let go of his hand.
"Concession!"
Feng Tianyang landed on the ground, adjusted his robe, took off his Nuo noodles, clasped his hands and said:
"I don't dare accept the offer. I am convinced of Senior Brother Zhang's strength. I have also benefited a lot from this competition. Thank you very much!"
After that, he turned around and left. He didn't ask for any guidance, and he didn't need any guidance. He already had his own way to go.
Although these rampant generals are large in number and not weak in strength, they are ultimately a mob. This is not what he wants. What he wants is to be able to use his fingers like an arm and fully grasp the power of the spirit, and even take it into his own body and grow stronger. Own.
Zhang Zhiwei looked at Feng Tianyang's back thoughtfully. Unlike the people before him, he seemed to have a clear understanding of his own way. Is this the understanding of the first nine thieves of the thirty-six thieves?
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zheng Zibu, another thief in the field who had learned the Eight Magic Skills.
Zheng Zibu was looking at Zhang Zhiwei. Their eyes met and Zheng Zibu smiled shyly.
It was impossible for him to participate in this competition. The three sects of Fu Lu were of the same spirit and belonged to the same lineage of the Zhengyi sect. If he participated in such an occasion, it would be a different story.
This is also the reason why later generations of the Tianshi Mansion held the Luotian Grand Ceremony, and all sects and sects went to participate. However, even with the magical skill of Tongtian Ru as a reward, the Shangqing Sect, Lingbao Sect and other major talisman sects did not participate.
You can't mess with your own big brother, right?
Zhang Zhiwei naturally knew this, nodded with a smile, and continued to start the next sparring session.
This martial arts performance became Zhang Zhiwei's personal show, which lasted from morning to midnight and ended with Mr. Lu's hearty laughter.
Afterwards, there was a formal banquet.
But Zhang Zhiwei did not attend this banquet. After playing for a day, even he felt a little tired and needed to take a break. At the same time, he should digest what he had gained and felt today. After all, giving advice to others is also giving advice to yourself.
