Chapter 541 Twelve Labor Love Formation Vs. Diamond Pillar

Zhang Zhiwei's slap pinned Obai's iron corpse to the ground.

He was condescending, as tall as a giant god, and no less impressive than the Iron Corpse of Obai. The pale golden liquid around his body was swirling, like a man who had stepped out of the murals of ancient myths and stories. This scene simply shocked everyone.

The head of the Wang family shook hands subconsciously, but the place was empty. He didn't even realize how the little heavenly master had left just now.

The head of the Lu family looked happy, and quickly came to the dull-looking Lu Ren to check his injuries.

He saw the crisis that Lu Ren encountered just now, but he had no time to take action. He could only watch his proud eldest son being robbed.

But at this moment, the little Heavenly Master next to him flashed and came to the eldest son at lightning speed. He grabbed his shoulder and threw him back. With a flick of his hand, he bounced away the iron corpse. A powerful blow, and then a slap knocked the sudden giant living corpse to the ground.

"How is it? Is the injury serious? Are there any internal injuries? Why do you keep bleeding from the nose?..."

The head of the Lu family put his hand on Lu Ren's back, using Ruyi Jin to explore his injuries, and asked with concern.

Lu Ren ignored his father's concern and asked and stared blankly at Zhang Zhiwei. Although it was just a back view, Lu Ren inexplicably remembered the scene during the martial arts competition in the Lu family compound.

At that time, he was slapped to the ground like this. Zhang Zhiwei's condescending and arrogant look was still fresh in his memory.

"What's going on? Except for the severe depletion of true energy, there are no injuries. Why don't you respond to me? You still have a nosebleed. Could it be that the palm of the iron corpse also had a soul attack, hurting the soul?"

The head of the Lu family asked with an anxious look on his face.

Lu Ci struck out with a palm, and the purple Ruyi energy burst out, smashing a living corpse wearing Eight Banners armor to pieces. He took a step back, came to the side of the Lu family master and Lu Ren, and said:

"Father, what nonsense are you talking about? A living corpse has no soul. Where did the divine soul attack come from? Don't be confused. Look at him, his face is covered with snot."

Lu Ci was previously focused on killing the enemy and did not notice the danger his brother Lu Ren was facing just now. By the time he noticed, Zhang Zhiwei had already taken action to save his brother.

The sense of security that Zhang Zhiwei brought him was incoherent. In his opinion, since Senior Brother Zhang had taken action, there must be nothing wrong with his brother. The current sluggishness was probably due to confusion.

How should we treat this kind of confused person? Lu Ci thought.

If the target was Lao Lu, he would immediately slap him with a few slaps, but since it was his brother, he naturally had to save some face, so...

Soon, Lu Ci made a decision in his heart and slapped Lu Ren on the forehead. The force was not heavy, but it was full of shock. Lu Ren's butt was so strong that he jumped on the spot, directly interrupting Lu Ren's memories. Thoughts return.

Lu Ren glared at Lu Ci fiercely, quickly wiped away the stains and blood on his face, and told the head of the Lu family that he was fine.

Immediately, he quickly turned his head and continued to look at Zhang Zhiwei, fearing that he would miss the slightest bit.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei's slap was still pressing on the face of Obai Iron Corpse, suppressing it severely.

Before this iron corpse was alive, the Golden Bell Cover, Iron Cloth Shirt, and the Thirteen Taibos had all practiced kung fu to perfection. In addition, it had been nourished by the tomb boy for many years, and it was covered in skin and flesh. Making steel is not bad at all.

But even so, Zhang Zhiwei's slap still deformed his skull and squeezed his facial features together, making the iron corpse's already ferocious and terrifying facial features even more grotesque.

"Huh? This one is really tough!"

Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised. He didn't hold back much with this slap. He was just trying to blow the opponent's head, but he didn't.

"There is nothing that can't be solved with one slap. If so, then give it another slap."

Zhang Zhiwei slowly raised his hand, with a domineering and high-impact attitude.

"Do it, do it, if you don't do it, this iron corpse of mine will be destroyed!"

The boy holding the tomb in the dark could not help but roar.

There were so many other iron corpses that he didn't feel bad about it, but he spent a lot of money to get this iron corpse, and it was also the capital for his livelihood. Once it was destroyed, it would mean that 90% of his abilities were abolished.

Over the years, he has behaved erratically and made countless enemies. Without the protection of this iron corpse, he would probably not survive more than three days.

Facing the incompetent rage of the tomb-slaying boy, the other full-sex monsters were indifferent and just stood by and watched. This was not a good time to take action.

When are people most lax on their defenses?

When attacking.

The tomb guard boy's teeth were bleeding, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He tried his best to control the iron corpse to resist, but it was in vain.

The moment the slap was raised, invisible pressure was transmitted to him through the iron corpse. He was almost out of breath. Under this kind of suppression, he was unable to make any reasonable counterattack.

There was a muffled sound of "boom", and the earth seemed to shake. It was like smashing a ripe watermelon, and dark blood, mixed with fishy brain matter, burst out from the seven orifices and spread all over the floor.

This iron corpse, which was made from the corpse of Batulu, the founder of the previous dynasty, had no power to resist Zhang Zhiwei's big-eared thunder.

The boy holding the tomb spat out a mouthful of old blood. The other living corpses were just tools he could discard at any time. It didn't matter if they died, but this iron corpse was related to his life and was the product of his sacrifice with his life. He even thought about it, After practicing for a few more years, he would use the secret technique to give up this frail dwarf body and merge with the iron corpse.

Zhang Zhiwei's slap shattered not only the iron corpse, but also half of his life. The boy's Qi breath suddenly stagnated and plummeted, and soon he was as angry as a gossamer.

Old Taoist Bai Lian glanced at the tomb-suppressing boy, his eyes flickered, and he was ready to make a move, but in the end he did not make a move. Although the iron corpse of Obai was destroyed and the tomb-suppressing boy was half disabled, the living corpses outside were still under his control and could not touch him.

At this moment, Monk Dengcao suddenly moved. He sat cross-legged and meditated, clasped his hands together, and a red light spurted out from his body, covering the entire venue.

Monk Dengcao closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and chanted sutras crazily. His thoughts were converted through the rituals of the Twelve Labor and Love Formation, and fell on Zhang Zhiwei, like a big hand, frantically moving the twelve meridians of his body. Positive and negative emotions must be broken.

Regarding Monk Dengcao's methods, Zhang Zhiwei felt that there was a wave of malice coming from behind.

He could hide, but he didn't have to.

Because the threat is not great, if he hides away from such a threat like a frightened bird, wouldn't the practice of the golden light spell be in vain?

Then, he felt like he was bitten by a mosquito, and a delusion tried to affect him.

This delusion is not powerful, but it is very annoying, as if twenty-four monks are chanting sutras in front of me.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably collapse in an instant, but to Zhang Zhiwei, it seemed insignificant and could not shake his mind sitting high on the mourning platform.

However, it is not Zhang Zhiwei's style not to fight back after being hit. It is disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating. Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand, and an extremely blazing palm thunder was fired out.

"Boom!"

The blazing lightning flashed across the ferocious faces of the group of Eight Banners zombies and hit the ground fifty meters ahead. The blast caused dust to fly violently and spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground.

Zhang Zhiwei naturally didn't hit the ground. He instinctively blasted towards the enemy's position he sensed.

In the dark, all the disciples of Quanxing stared at Zhang Zhiwei. When they saw him raising his hand, they knew something was wrong. Even when they started to move, only the tomb guard boy, who was without the protection of Ao Bai's iron corpse, slowed down a step. Hit by Yang Lei, it immediately turned into a charred corpse.

A generation of demonic villains who killed countless people ended up like this.

As soon as the tomb-keeper boy died, the living corpses under his control naturally lost control. After being down for a moment, they all fell down and lay all over the ground.

People gain energy and become aliens, animals gain energy and become monsters, and corpses become zombies when they gain energy. These living corpses can move, not because they have gained energy, but because the tomb-killing boy used the secret method of exorcising corpses to leave a mouthful of his own blood in their bodies. Qi.

Therefore, they can act like zombies. With the death of the tomb-keeper boy, the Qi in these living corpses also dissipates, and they naturally turn into real corpses.

Everyone looked at the densely packed corpses lying on the ground, some of which were missing. Why did the group of living corpses that were so menacing just now suddenly stop? What happened?

Just as he was wondering, he saw a group of figures flying out of the flying dust ahead.

The first one to bear the brunt was Monk Dengcao, who was wearing cassock and holding a charming woman in his arms.

Then came the old Taoist priest with a white lotus crown on his head and a sinister look on his head, a strong man with a big sword in his hand, and a muscular man...each of them was filled with evil spirits.

"Brothers, this little Celestial Master has been influenced by me and his mood has plummeted. I'm taking advantage of his illness to kill him. Let's all come together!"

Monk Dengcao shouted loudly with a fierce look in his narrowed eyes.

Under his broad monk's robe, his fingers moved rapidly, creating afterimages of dancing, as if he was playing a grand piece of music.

The omnisexual monsters around them had their own hidden agendas, but suddenly, a violent emotion began to influence their thinking.

Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head and looked at Monk Dengcao. He found that the sound of his thoughts being disturbed was the same as that of the monk.

"What this bald ass did!"

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly noticed some extremely subtle changes in his body.

It turns out that the other party has reached the point of controlling his thinking by influencing his own twelve meridians.

It's just that my own life is too strong, and this influence is too small. It's too insignificant to feel the same.

Therefore, the first thing he felt was the delusion trying to invade his mind, and then he noticed the changes in his body.

"Although life and life are two separate things, they originate from the same source and are always together. The twelve meridians are in 'life' and thinking is in 'nature'. Through the characteristics of each of the twelve meridians, they influence emotions and ultimately control thinking and spirit. This method …”

The words "Twelve Labor Arrays" appeared in Zhang Zhiwei's mind, similar to the four crazy abilities of later generations.

"This ability is useless to me, but it is very difficult for ordinary people."

Zhang Zhiwei was about to remind him, but with a thought in his mind, his arm stretched out like lightning. With a "pop" sound, the air exploded like water, and his five fingers actually grabbed a neck.

I saw the air twisting and darkening, and a figure slowly walked out, but it was a man in black clothes, wearing a scarf on his head, and holding a long sword in his hand.

It was the shadow assassin in Quanxing Yaren. He appeared quietly and was about to dig in Zhang Zhiwei's back, but Zhang Zhiwei grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up like a little chicken.

The shadow assassin struggled desperately, but couldn't get away. He thrust the sword at Zhang Zhiwei's armpit, but was blocked by the golden light and couldn't move forward.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't even look at the shadow assassin in his hand. He used five fingers to force the shadow assassin's throat with his steel-like fingers.

He looked at the monk Dengcao, but saw that the bald donkey who was shouting that he had been influenced by him and let the people around him run away in the opposite direction at a very fast speed.

"Want to run? This bald donkey is quite cunning!" Zhang Zhiwei was about to chase him and kill him, but suddenly he noticed the change in the mood of the people behind him.

It turned out that in the very short time just now, they were also affected, and the biggest influence was a few reckless men.

"Lv Ci, you hit my head just now, right?" Lv Ren asked in a bad tone.

"I saved you for you!" Lv Ci's tone was also very aggressive.

"Who the hell are you calling me, are you asking for a beating?" Lv Ren's anger suddenly soared.

Not only the two of them, but also the people around them were furious. The people of the Wang and Lu families had been very harmonious since they set out, but suddenly, both sides were furious, and the fire quickly rose, and they were furious and could not help but vent.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight, almost to the point of head-to-head.

Even the heads of the Wang and Lu families felt their anger rising.

The head of the Wang family was better, after all, he was a scholar, and he had done a good job in self-cultivation.

But the head of the Lu family was different. When he heard Lu Ci and Lu Ren cursing, he couldn't suppress his anger and shouted angrily: "Two little bastards, little bastards, you keep calling me old and fucking me, who are you complaining to? Are you two bastards tired of living?"

Lv Ci was like he was choked with anger: "Old thing, don't take advantage of your age, what are you pretending to be? You are old, but your cultivation is not very good. You have been cultivating for decades. Come on, I will show you what the real Ruyi Jin is!"

"Hehe, you are just two mediocre people who are selling their heads. I will try you too?" Compared with the rudeness in Lu Ci's words, Lu Ren was a little more relaxed.

The head of the Lu family laughed in anger: "Okay, okay, today I will retrain you!"

The two were about to fight, and a few golden lights suddenly appeared and hit the acupuncture points on the right arms of Lu Ci, Lu Ren, and the head of the Lu family.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

...

The three of them turned their heads and looked towards the golden light. Seeing that the person who made the move was Zhang Zhiwei, the three of them reacted differently.

Lv Ci's face was originally the most ferocious and furious, but the moment he saw Zhang Zhiwei, he instantly calmed down: "Brother Zhang, what are you doing?"

Although his tone was still a little aggressive, it was already a world of difference compared to before.

Lv Ren was also much gentler.

The head of the Lu family was still very angry: "Zhang, Zhang Zhiwei, what are you doing?"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the monk Dengcao and decided to let the bald donkey run for a while. He turned his head and reminded him: "Hurry up and protect the Shaoyin meridian of the hand and the Queyin meridian of the foot, you are in trouble!"

At the same time, the monk Dengcao, who was running for his life, was full of fear and horror in his heart. He looked back while running and muttered:

"What kind of monster is this? It has such a terrifying mind. Let alone trying to move it like a wire, I can't even hold it. It's too thick. I feel like I'm hitting a diamond pillar."