High in the sky, the pilot pressed the release button, and a series of bombs drew a parabola from high altitude. The landing place was near Zhang Zhiwei.
"Rumble..."
The explosion resounded, and the shocking fire wave surged, carrying tens of thousands of shrapnel, and completely submerged Zhang Zhiwei below like a sudden storm!
"Dangdangdang..."
The sound of metal collision sounded rapidly, and the surging golden light and exploding fire collided fiercely!
The strong impact caused most of the buildings around the Daozang Hall to collapse. Under the high temperature, large swaths of sand and soil burned into the color of glass, and violent smoke rushed into the sky, blocking out the sun.
In the center of the smoke, Zhang Zhiwei, covered in golden light, stood there, standing still as the flames and smoke raged.
In the golden light, Zhang Zhiwei looked a little annoyed, but also a little surprised.
"I never thought that golden light could be used like this..."
When the series of bombs were projected just now, Zhang Zhiwei could have moved out of the way in advance and looked for a bunker, but he didn't. He had regarded this illusion as a product of self-training, and wanted to test whether he could block the golden light.
The test results were very unsatisfactory. Even with his level of cultivation, it was difficult for pure golden light to block the impact of such powerful explosives.
But in desperate situations, geniuses often have the ability to suddenly have epiphanies, draw inferences from one example, and come back from adversity.
Zhang Zhiwei is naturally a genius. In times of crisis, he feels blessed and has a new understanding of the use of golden light.
"Clang!"
A ball of golden light was changing in Zhang Zhiwei's palm. The ball of golden light was divided into two strands, lingering and rotating, taking on the shape of a Tai Chi diagram.
“Conquer strength with softness!”
When the water flow rotates at high speed, it has huge impact force, and it can also remove a large amount of impact force through rotation.
In the past, Zhang Zhiwei never thought of this because the intensity of the golden light was high enough to protect himself.
But poverty leads to change. When the protective ability of golden light is not enough, new methods need to be extended.
Just now, when the shock wave was wrapped in flames and countless small shrapnel, it tore through the protective golden light. An idea suddenly came to Zhang Zhiwei's mind, why not apply Tai Chi's principle of moving a thousand pounds in four ounces to golden light.
As soon as this idea came to mind, Zhang Zhiwei instantly knew the direction. He transformed the golden light into a flowing water-like form through extremely meticulous control. He then divided it into two strands, arranged them in a two-dimensional manner to form a Tai Chi diagram, and rotated at high speed. .
The so-called Tai Chi circle, the yin and yang are endless, softness overcomes hardness, and stillness stops.
This application technique is very practical and the effect is amazing. Even if several high-voltage bombs explode around him, the shock waves, flames, and even the overwhelming small shrapnel will not be able to harm Zhang Zhiwei at all.
"Tai Chi Circle, our ancestors left behind countless good things!"
Zhang Zhiwei tore open his tattered Taoist robe, revealing his muscular body. There were some reddish-brown blisters on his shoulders and back.
The bomb just tore through the golden light for a moment, and even though he quickly took countermeasures, it still left a small injury.
However, it doesn’t hurt!
But we can’t just let it go!
Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the sky: "This distance..."
There is no lack of flying methods for aliens, but most of these methods are not very practical. Because it is difficult to borrow power in the air, even in ordinary battles, there are very few aliens who fly into the air, let alone fly into the sky to masturbate.
However, Zhang Zhiwei is one of the few exceptions.
"Turn on the reverse state and drive the power of the surrounding heaven and earth to form an electric field, which can levitate me and push me to the sky. Although I have not studied it in detail, you can try it!"
With a thought in his mind, Zhang Zhiwei's brows shone brightly, and the blazing golden light filled his whole body.
"Boom!"
The thunder came from far away and came closer, like a rain cloud surging out. The lightning intertwined to form a sphere, and Zhang Zhiwei's whole body levitated.
High in the sky, the pilot on the fighter jet felt nervous and stared at the sea of fire on the ground.
Suddenly, he noticed that a small dot appeared in the sea of fire, and gradually enlarged. He soon saw clearly that it was a figure covered with lightning, flying through the sky.
"Huh? Hallucination?"
As soon as he had this thought in his mind, the figure appeared in front of his cabin from far away. A shirtless man stared at him, the violence in his eyes almost overflowing.
"Dog! Day!'s!"
Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand, scratched the glass, and pulled the pilot out of his seat like a chicken.
At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei was surrounded by thunder, and the pilot turned into charcoal the moment he caught him.
Zhang Zhiwei stood on the nose of the plane and shook his hand, shaking it into powder. Then he looked down at the current Longhu Mountain and saw that the originally solemn hall was now full of ruins and filled with gunpowder smoke.
On Tianmen Mountain, which is far away from the Tianshi Mansion, there are two altars set up on the two opposite mountains. One of the altars was covered with dark clouds and hundreds of ghosts were walking around. The other altar was damaged by bombs. On the high platform of the altar, an old figure sat with his back.
"Master?!"
Zhang Zhiwei was shocked and subconsciously wanted to fly over.
But at this moment, several other fighter planes discovered the situation here and encircled him in a roundabout way. Their fuselages tilted, their cannons pointed at Zhang Zhiwei, and tongues of flame spewed out.
"Da da da……"
Large bullets poured in like a violent storm. In the reverse state, the golden light was restrained by Zhang Zhiwei and blessed the meridians, unable to open the defense.
Relying solely on the electric field formed by lightning for defense is not a big problem against guns. However, this is a machine gun, and Zhang Zhiwei doesn't want to try it.
As soon as he stepped on it, the fighter plane under him spun to the ground, exploded, and turned into a ball of fire. Zhang Zhiwei jumped up and rushed towards the other fighter plane.
But at this moment, a monkey, a dog, and a bird came together in the sky.
The three beasts are all in the form of golden qi bodies, but the qi is highly condensed and no different from the essence.
"It's a beast, the secret skill of Japanese ninjas. This scene is very complicated!"
Thunder gathered in the palm of his hand, and Zhang Zhiwei slapped the monkey-shaped beast away. Just as he was about to take action, the dense "click-click-click" machine guns struck again.
At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei felt the thorns on his back below. He turned his head and saw dozens more beasts galloping out, and not only the beasts, there were also many black figures leaping to the roof, ready to attack. He fell within striking range.
"Zhizhizhi..."
The white ape transformed from the demon in his hand screamed, reminding Zhang Zhiwei that he was the god in the interior scene, and there was no need for the god to be so aggrieved and just kill them all and exterminate them all.
"If you come up with bad ideas again, I will burn you to ashes!"
Zhang Zhiwei pinched his heart and retreated from the scene knowing that he couldn't do anything about it.
"After all, I am not strong enough, I will come back!"
The familiar feeling reappeared, and everything around him quickly moved away.
In the quiet room of Daozang Hall, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly opened his eyes, and his body trembled subconsciously, as if he had just woken up from a terrible nightmare.
