Chapter 573: Strong to the End, Lord of Heaven, Help Me!

The light from Zhang Zhiwei's fingertips bloomed, and a blood mark appeared between the eyebrows of the woman in the red dress.

The blood mark spread at an exaggerated speed, getting bigger and bigger. Finally, in the surprised eyes of everyone, the body of the woman in the red dress broke into two halves and fell to both sides.

The moment she fell, her Qi began to disintegrate, and her body was aging and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye. When she landed, she had become a withered skeleton in a red dress, no longer the bright eyes and white teeth she had just seen.

In fact, after being suppressed in the well for more than a hundred years, she was not a normal living person, and her body had long turned into something like a Yin corpse.

The reason why she didn't change her body was that this body had been nourished by Yin Qi for more than a hundred years, and the strength of the body was very high, even many flying zombies couldn't compare.

Moreover, after living in this body for so long, the degree of fit between the soul and the body was extremely high, second only to the original body, so she didn't change it.

However, in front of Zhang Zhiwei, her body, which was comparable to a flying zombie, did not play any role and was cut in half cleanly.

Watching this scene, Yi Qian was a little dumbfounded, and said in disbelief: "It not only cuts the flesh, but also the soul. What a strong sword. This demon who caused trouble to the area and made the Tianshi Mansion helpless a hundred years ago, died just like that?"

Zhang Yi fiddled with the glowing talisman in front of him and said:

"No... not yet, have you forgotten what your senior brother told you? The soul of this demon is very special and not easy to be destroyed. And you see, there are a few paper figures that have not completely dissipated, which means that their masters are still there."

Earlier, the red-skirted woman ordered a large number of paper figures in one breath. Most of these paper figures were chopped to ashes, but there were still a few that were chopped into several pieces. The spirits on the broken bodies were not gone and they were crawling all over the ground.

Yi Qian took a look and casually waved a few sword lights. Seeing Zhang Yi still fiddling with the talisman:

"The Yinshan Tianzun hasn't been burned, and you are still asking for it? Why don't you interrupt the ritual?"

Zhang Yi blushed and said, "I want to interrupt it, but the ritual is complete and can't be interrupted!"

"Can't be interrupted?"

Yi Qian was startled and looked at the sky in front of the open space. After the Yinshan Tianzun was burned, the Samadhi True Fire disappeared and was still raging in the air. If the god was ordered to come over at this time...

Just thinking this, the divine power from the talisman surged, outlining a five-meter-high human figure in the air, but it was not filled with flesh and blood.

A mighty god who only exists in myths is about to come.

At the same time, a black Qi drilled out of the two halves of the dry bones of the red-skirted woman and quickly turned into a human figure in the air.

Although the figure's appearance is roughly similar to that of the woman in red skirt, there are differences in details. However, the Qi exuded by both sides is exactly the same.

Obviously, this is the soul of the woman in red skirt. Her previous body was taken over by her, so the appearance is naturally different.

However, her soul is very powerful and will exert some influence on the body imperceptibly, so the two sides are so similar.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the soul of the woman in red skirt in front of him, waved his hand, and burned the Samadhi True Fire left by Yinshan Tianzun, which instantly gathered around Zhang Zhiwei.

The blue-green flame surged, although there was no temperature, but it gave people a feeling of being burned by the soul.

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his palm towards the woman in the red skirt, and then clenched it. The Samadhi True Fire moved with his gesture, forming a flame prison, trapping the woman's soul in it, and said with a smile:

"Capture a traitor of the Tianshi Mansion and a Quanxing demon!"

At this moment, the woman's soul seemed to have just come back to her senses. With her cultivation in nature, she shouldn't be so slow.

But Zhang Zhiwei's sword finger just now was an ultimate killing move - a sword across the world, splitting not only her body, but also her soul.

If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid her body would have been destroyed and her soul collapsed long ago. Only because she has an immortal soul, she can recover.

But even so, she was distracted for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she was already wrapped in the Samadhi True Fire.

"The Samadhi True Fire of the Wuhou School, you actually know this?"

The woman in the red skirt was shocked. As far as she knew, there were not many people in the Zhuge family who knew this method.

She looked at the blazing blue-green flames burning around her, and the terrifying fear of death made her soul tremble uncontrollably.

Some of the scattered flames floated onto her body, as if they fell on kerosene, and expanded instantly. In order to avoid affecting herself, she had to peel off the ignited part of her soul.

Zhang Zhiwei stared at the other party through the Samadhi True Fire. If he looked at it with his physical body, the other party's soul was no different from the Quanzhen Yang Shen except that it was more condensed.

But if his consciousness was raised and he looked at it from another angle, he could see that at the Baihui point on the top of her soul, an invisible Qi column reached the sky, and she absorbed the endless natural Qi of heaven and earth into her body.

Just now, her soul was split in half by her sword, and it was only with the endless replenishment of the Qi of heaven and earth that she recovered.

"Breaking the shackles of the human body and building a bridge between heaven and earth is a good method!" Zhang Zhiwei said, "You can recover from the wound of my sword just now, but if I burn you to ashes and your soul is gone, can you still recover like the boundless water?"

"Can I recover?"

The red-dressed woman's soul stared at Zhang Zhiwei. Under the illumination of the blazing Samadhi True Fire, Zhang Zhiwei's face in her eyes flickered and turned into an old Taoist priest with kind eyes and a celestial appearance.

Since she could remember, until she grew up, the old Taoist priest had always looked kind.

But that time, the old Taoist priest got angry, his hair stood on end, his beard and hair all stood up, he didn't look like an immortal at all.

Since then, more than a hundred years have passed, she has never returned to Longhu Mountain, nor has she seen the old Taoist priest...

She has always been a person who is very afraid of death, so she has realized the ability of immortal soul.

But under this blazing Samadhi True Fire, suddenly, she felt that death didn't seem to be something worth being afraid of.

"Then let's try, can I recover!"

The red-skirted woman's soul was wide open, facing the Samadhi True Fire that specifically suppressed the soul, she had no fear at all, and burst into a substantial roar, the air vibrated like water waves, and a strong soul wave swept out from her body.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes condensed, his five fingers clenched tightly, and the Samadhi True Fire that wrapped around the red-skirted woman's soul suddenly shrank, wanting to burn the red-skirted woman's soul to death.

But a red light exploded from the red-dressed woman, and her soul expanded like an explosion. The powerful and concentrated soul power even broke through the blockade of the Samadhi True Fire, and its power was like the power of heaven.

"Soul self-destruction!"

Zhang Zhiwei's face was stern. The same trick was used twice? Who did he really look down on?

"Die together? Zhiwei, hide quickly!!"

Yi Qian suddenly turned into a figure intertwined with lightning, his hair was standing on end, and he roared in anger. Anyone could see his anger, and he wanted to eat the other person alive.

In contrast, Zhang Yi was much better. Although his face was ugly, he did not do anything extreme. He held a talisman in his hand and pointed forward.

"Command!"

"Heavenly Lord, help me!"

However, at this moment, a deep and powerful thunder suddenly sounded, and muffled thunder rolled in the sky, as if a fire cloud was surging, and lightning shuttled through the fire cloud.

A huge figure slowly appeared between Zhang Zhiwei and the red-skirted woman's soul, with a green face and red hair, a white snake crown, three eyes, golden armor, crimson robe, green boots, a fire pot on his back, a sword, and an axe.

It was Ma Tianjun, one of the thirty-six generals of the Thunder Department.

Ma Tianjun was flowing with dazzling flames and thunder, and his pupils were emitting golden light.

As one of the four marshals of the heavenly soldiers on the upper altar, even if he had not yet completely descended, the pressure he exuded was already above the previous Yinshan Tianzun.

It is conceivable that once he has completely descended, how powerful he will be? It is not an exaggeration to say that he is Zhang Yi's reliance on this descent, and the trump card that will make the final decision.

However, Ma Tianjun's power was ultimately unseen.

The red-skirted woman used all her omnipotent soul to self-destruct, and the spiritual power that had been condensed for a hundred years, as well as the majestic natural energy of heaven and earth, gathered into a terrifying soul attack, which hit Ma Tianjun who suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Zhiwei, interrupting the ritual that was about to be completed.

The terrifying scarlet divine light and Ma Tianjun's thunder and fire intertwined, and the sound of each other's collision was like a huge bell, deafening.

Zhang Yi's eyes were bloodshot, and he held the talisman and forced the order.

Ma Tianjun's figure was slowly dissipating, and the soul power of the red-skirted woman's self-destruction was also destroyed bit by bit.

Both sides weakened and dimmed in the collision.

The soul power of the red-skirted woman was wiped out first.

Ma Tianjun's body also disappeared, leaving only the vertical eye between his eyebrows still horizontal in the air, staring at the red-skirted woman.

Until she completely disappeared, the eyes blinked, and then suddenly looked at Zhang Yi, red flames burst out from the pupils, and a deep and powerful voice sounded:

"You bastard, use me as a meat shield. The next time I see you, I will let you know how many eyes the horse king has!"

After that, the eyes closed and disappeared completely.

The talisman in Zhang Yi's hand spontaneously ignited without wind and turned into black ash. He let out a long breath, and his body softened, and he was about to collapse to the ground.

A hand appeared from the side and supported him.

He pushed the hand away and shouted anxiously:

"Don't worry about me, go and see how Zhiwei is doing, where is he? Why is he gone!"

Zhang Zhiwei's figure was no longer on the open ground, and the golden light he was holding was gone.

Zhang Yi was almost dying of anxiety, but Yi Qian stood beside him calmly, looking at him like a fool.

Zhang Yi was about to get angry.

A voice rang out: "Uncle Master, here, I'm here!"

"…………"

Zhang Yi was stunned, and slowly turned his head. Only then did he see that the person who supported him was actually Zhang Zhiwei himself. Seeing that he was fine, he couldn't help but be surprised and asked:

"How did you appear behind me?"

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said: "Uncle Master, have you forgotten? I know numerology. The numerology is the eight gates of the human plate, and the eight gates are moving!"

As he spoke, Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand, and white smoke rose in the space. A black hole slowly appeared, getting bigger and bigger, and a ball of golden light spit out from it, and the golden light wrapped the Qingyun audience and Lan Gu.

As the saying goes, one learns from one's mistakes. Last time, he was blown up by the red-skirted woman with a distraction hand holding a thunder. Although the "national teacher" was a meat shield, he himself was also affected. Can he suffer the same loss twice?

So, when he approached before, he was prepared. At the moment when the other party exploded, he opened the Qimen Bureau and teleported everyone in his hands to a distance.

And the uncle's action of pushing Ma Tianjun over to block the self-explosion was a bit unnecessary.

"Qi Men Dun Jia, Ba Men Ban Zhuan?"

Although Zhang Yi was not deeply involved in the art of sorcery, he still knew some basic things, "The position you were standing in at that time, you couldn't use the human plate technique at all, and how could you determine the palace and open the plate in such a short time? What's wrong with you kid?"

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand and said: "Uncle Master, haven't I told you a long time ago? I have reached the realm of inner saint and outer king. I am the king and the saint. I can do things like setting the palace and opening the market, moving to cast spells, etc. It’s no longer on my radar.”

"These things are too complicated to talk about. If you are interested, I will give you a few words when you return to Longhu Mountain. Instead of worrying about this, Uncle Master, you should be more concerned about how Ma Tianjun will deal with it. Didn't you listen to what he said? Yes. Let you know how many eyes Lord Ma has."

Yi Qian said next to him: "You don't have to worry about this kind of thing, Zhiwei, your uncle Zhang Yi has experience!"

"What experience do you have?" Zhang Zhiwei asked curiously: "How can you calm down the anger of a divine general?"

Yi Qian said: "Just let the generals be hung up and beaten. In the past, when Zhang Yi and your master were discussing fighting skills, they ordered the generals to fight. In the end, both of them were punished by the generals. They were hung up and beaten for several days. I can’t even get out of bed.”

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said nothing. He had done this kind of thing before. God should not give orders lightly when he went to the altar. He once ordered the God to repair a house. Afterwards, the God would punish him, but he gave him a hard lesson.

However, he only teaches his subordinates small soldiers and generals, not marshals like Ma Tianjun who have reached the altar of heavenly soldiers. If they meet Ma Tianjun, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort.

"Why calm down the anger?" Zhang Yi hugged his hands to the sky: "Marshal Lingguan, a powerful official, cannot be weighed, and he can see everything with three eyes. If he knew the whole story, he would definitely forgive me for my previous actions! "

Immediately, he looked at Zhang Zhiwei: "Lan Gu and the others haven't woken up yet?"

"Already awake!" Zhang Zhiwei removed the golden light, and Lan Gu and everyone in Qingyun Temple woke up with excitement.

In fact, they woke up from the interior scene as early as when Zhang Zhiwei took them into the eight-door space. However, after being taken into the eight-door space, their senses had a certain lag, and they would not wake up until they came out of the space.

In the plot, Wang Ye was talking to Feng Baobao and locked Zhang Chulan in. When he came out, he felt that he had just come out, but in fact, several minutes had passed.

Without the restraints of the golden light and with her feet on the ground, Lan Gu suddenly stood up, prepared her tactics, and asked:

"What about the devil?"

Everyone in Qingyun Temple looked at a loss, a little confused about the situation.

However, after seeing the Turin High Kung Fu robes on Yi Qian and Zhang Yi, they immediately knew that these were the people from the main altar who had come to save them, and they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of security in their hearts.

"The devil has been killed and the matter has been resolved!" Zhang Yi said quickly.

Lan Gu glanced at the messy surroundings. Although she didn't know exactly what happened, she expected that a fierce battle had occurred.

"It's almost over. Just wait a moment. I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei moved and came to the street outside Qingyun Temple.

After the woman in the red dress blew herself up, the thread she used to control the soldiers also disappeared. The soldiers who had returned to their senses, even though there were still a considerable number of them, had no intention of fighting anymore and scattered one after another.

The four masters did not pursue him, but moved closer to Qingyun Temple.

Standing on a high ground, Zhang Zhiwei saw Commander Zhang running hastily among the soldiers at a glance.

As soon as I thought of the talisman, my soul was immortal. Let me see what happened?