Chapter 590: Extreme Killing, Bloodbathed Demon

"Boom!"

Amidst the tremors and rumbles, a mountain like a fox statue rose from the ground.

When it rose into the air, rocks kept falling down, and the fox statue became more and more vivid.

Until its eyes appeared, the statue actually came alive, stretched its body in the air, shook its hair, shook off the rocks on its body, rushed into the sky, and roared earth-shaking.

The whole space seemed to be shaking, and it was fierce and invincible.

The Inari statue stood high in the sky, looking down at Zhang Zhiwei. On the face of the stone statue, there was a humanized look of disgust. It raised its mountain-sized claws and slapped Zhang Zhiwei like slapping a fly.

The huge claws covered the sky, and the movement when it fell down was like the collapse of the sky and the earth. The momentum was incomparable, which was completely incomparable to the previous little foxes.

Zhang Zhiwei stood on the ground, watching the giant claws coming to the sky and the earth, without a trace of expression on his face, allowing the other party to slap him with a palm that seemed to collapse the sky.

With a loud "boom", the ground collapsed, smoke and dust rose up, and the giant claws pressed a big pit on the ground. The face of the Inari God showed a mocking smile.

But soon it stopped laughing. After a moment of stagnation, the mockery on its face suddenly turned into a look of fear.

It pulled back its claws violently and swung them back and forth in the air, as if it was being burned by something.

"Inari God, why don't you farm properly and come here to fight bravely?" Zhang Zhiwei sneered and increased his strength to activate the Samadhi True Fire.

I saw that blue-green flames kept coming out of the gaps between the claws of the Inari God.

These blue-green flames were very small at first, like sparks, but in just a moment, they expanded rapidly and spread to the fox's body with the momentum of a prairie fire.

Samadhi True Fire is a unique skill created by Zhuge Wuhou with all his heart and soul, and the purpose is to deal with the divine descent technique of Tianshi Zhang Lu.

The Taoist gods of Tianshi Dao can deal with it.

Not to mention the ghosts and gods in Shintoism, who were almost vulnerable in front of the Samadhi True Fire.

The Inari God, who was wrapped and calcined by the Samadhi True Fire, was covered with the sound of rocks breaking like rain. Rocks kept breaking off from the Inari God and became more and more dense.

In a short while, the Inari God had completely disintegrated. The disintegrated stones were burned into powder in the air and turned into smoke and dust.

However, the Samadhi True Fire did not disappear with the disappearance of the Inari God, but burned in the air out of thin air, like an endless fire.

But in fact, it was burning this space. The blue-green flames spread and burned around at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

When the blue-green flames ignited the entire sky, the sky began to distort, and the blue-green flames poured down like magma, followed by a violent explosion. The whole world burned together and quickly turned into nothingness.

At the same time, the shrine dedicated to the god Inari suddenly exploded on the altar deep inside the Japanese pirates' headquarters building, and the fox-shaped light shield covering the entire headquarters also disappeared suddenly.

In the square, more than 200 Japanese pirates armed with live ammunition suddenly felt an invisible pressure like a wall falling from the sky, which suddenly collapsed down, and they could hardly breathe.

Then, they saw the "god" who had just disappeared reappear in the air. Before they could figure out what was going on, they heard the voice of Commander Hase from the loudspeaker hanging on the building:

"Attack, attack the enemy in the air."

Out of the quality of a soldier, almost at the moment the order was issued, the 200 Japanese pirates moved, pointed their guns at Zhang Zhiwei in the sky, and pulled the trigger together.

"Da Da Da..."

Countless black gun muzzles spewed flames, piercing Zhang Zhiwei's body, rippling like waves, leaving large holes that were transparent in front and behind.

There is an old saying that it is a waste of time to use anti-aircraft guns to shoot mosquitoes. Now it is a waste of time to use anti-aircraft guns to shoot at the air.

Most of the bullets that penetrated Zhang Zhiwei's Qi-transformed body were fired at the headquarters building.

Some Japanese pirates even used mortars on him, which still passed through his body and hit the building behind him, making the building tremble.

Zhang Zhiwei looked down at the panicked Japanese pirates. The third level of Nisheng can completely transform the body into Qi, and gather and disperse at will. This simple attack naturally has no effect on him.

And the only ninjas from Bihe Mountain who could slightly stop him have been killed by him.

For these Japanese pirates, Zhang Zhiwei did not have the intuition of not bullying the weak. He raised his palm and aimed at the Japanese pirates group, just about to use palm thunder.

But suddenly found that there were many civilians in the building, trying to escape through the window.

Zhang Zhiwei turned his palm and aimed at the building, and infinite divine light bloomed in his palm.

The blazing lightning flashed through the eyes of every Japanese pirate. Looking directly at the strong light brought a strong stinging feeling, which made them burst into tears.

With a "boom", lightning hit the building, and a big hole appeared in the seemingly solid wall.

The hole was surrounded by centipede-like cracks, and the whole small office building was shaking. The few people who were about to escape had turned into charcoal.

Immediately, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the Japanese pirate army on the ground.

The incident just now scared the Japanese pirate soldiers. They were flying in the air, unable to be shot by guns, and could shoot lightning. How could they be enemies with them? Although the Japanese pirates were fierce, they were still human beings. Many people were scared and became deserters.

Zhang Zhiwei saw the reactions of these people. He originally planned to stand in the air and kill everyone like the King of Hell.

But then I thought about it, how luxurious is this?

Thunder method consumes very high Qi. It is useless to kill a chicken with a knife. There is a more economical way to deal with them.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his head and glanced at the sky. It had been about half a quarter of an hour since he killed those ninjas.

From the recovered memory, he learned that what the other party thought could deal with him would arrive in about a quarter of an hour. In other words, he had to kill all these people within half a quarter of an hour.

"There's still plenty of time!"

Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while, fell from the air, and released the state of reverse life. The white energy that spread all over his body dissipated, and golden light enveloped his body. From the fingertips of his two hands, there was a thin golden thread extending out. The golden thread was enough It is tens of meters long and almost covers the entire Japanese pirate headquarters square.

"The most important thing is simplicity. This move is clean and neat enough."

Zhang Zhiwei muttered something in his mouth, stood on the spot, and used the golden light spell to withstand the attack like a gust of wind and rain, and moved his fingers quickly.

The forty-meter-long golden thread suddenly rolled up, and when it intertwined, it made a loud sound, as if thousands of sharp knives were intertwined and swirled, sweeping towards the Japanese pirates.

"Puff... Puff... Puff... Puff..."

The sound of sharp blades cutting into flesh was endless, and each Japanese pirate suddenly turned into pieces of flesh and blood, splashing everywhere.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Zhiwei stood there with his eyes lowered and no expression on his face. The Japanese pirates who resisted in the square were all twisted into pieces with golden wires.

Because they were directly dismembered, cut, and chopped by golden threads, their blood rose into the sky and dyed the entire square red. Zhang Zhiwei was located in the center of the square, and the splattered blood fell on the golden light, coating his golden light. layer of blood.

Now, even though his body is covered by golden light, he doesn't look like a Taoist holy god, but rather like a demon lord in heaven and a tai-sui on earth.

Anyone who sees him will praise him as a good devil.

However, even if he killed a lot of people, it never shaken his original intention.

His original mind is still sitting high on the spiritual platform, watching the ups and downs of delusional thoughts. I am standing still, always clear and always quiet.

At the same time, the Japanese pirate commander Chang Gu rushed out with a Japanese sword after giving the attack order to the army.

After all the Higashan ninja who accompanied the army were killed in the battle, he was the only stranger here.

There was another person who was a priest and a staff officer of the alliance, responsible for offering sacrifices and enshrining the shrine. When the Inari statue was broken, he suffered a strong backlash and was already dead.

Now, he was the last stranger here, shouting "long live the emperor" and rushed out of the office building.

As soon as they came out, they saw Soldier No. 10 who was still firing fiercely. In an instant, his blood exploded like a fountain. Then, he was caught by the strong wind rolled up by the golden thread, turned into a bloody wind, and attacked him head on.

He was drenched in blood, his face and mouth were covered in blood, and the strong smell of blood even choked his throat.

The enthusiasm for loyalty to the emperor was suddenly extinguished by a rain of blood.

He blinked wildly, and the blood entering his eyes cast a blood-colored filter on everything he saw.

The sky and the earth are blood red, and the demon god falling from the sky is also red.

The blood-red demon looked towards him. Although they did not meet each other's eyes, he almost instinctively felt the killing intent. The killing intent was extremely pure and contained no negative emotions.

It's just like opening a can while eating. Do you have any thoughts of hostility and hatred towards the lid of the can? No, this is just a matter of course.

Destroying you has nothing to do with you.

"Killing us, in his opinion, has nothing to do with anything else, it is just a matter of course, and it does not even have anything to do with us..."

Chang Gu was frightened by his own thoughts, and boiling panic engulfed his heart.

He was extremely frightened, and the determination on his face quickly turned to panic. At this time, all talk about imperialism and loyalty to the emperor were bullshit. He just wanted to escape, far away.

Changgu's body trembled, shaking like chaff, and then, he screamed and ran backwards.

Unfortunately, as soon as he took a step, the bloody golden thread caught up with him and penetrated through his waist so fast that he didn't even feel the pain.

He just felt a little light, couldn't stop his feet, couldn't use his strength, and then fell to the ground.

The moment he landed, he saw a pair of legs running past him in long strides. The legs only reached the waist and had no upper body. After running a few meters, they suddenly lost power and fell to the ground.

Why are these legs so familiar? It seems... An ominous thought came to Changgu's heart.

Looking back, he saw that he had been cut off at the waist and was lying in a pool of blood. His colorful organs slipped out of his abdominal cavity and were dragged outside.

"Ahhhh..."

He screamed in horror, and at the same time, the pain that penetrated deep into his soul swept over him and engulfed him.

The blood mist was splashed and the golden thread was rolled back. Zhang Zhiwei killed all the Japanese pirates here in an extremely labor-saving way.

Golden light as thin as silkworm wings covered his body surface, as if he was wearing a bloody garment, a bloody garment woven from the blood of countless Japanese pirates.

Zhang Zhiwei stepped on the broken limbs and bones on the ground and quickly walked around the building. He didn't find anything of value or anyone alive, so he backed out.

He looked at the time and saw that there were still a few minutes left before the quarter hour. Zhang Zhiwei did not stay any longer. The golden light shook, shaking off the blood mist attached to it. He jumped up and turned into a stream of green energy wrapped in Taoist robes. God.

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A quarter of an hour later, when a large number of elite Japanese pirates arrived at the headquarters, the scene in front of them made everyone a little overwhelmed.

Blood, blood everywhere, sticky blood spots slid down the wall, and the ground was full of broken limbs, all soaked in blood.

The blood was thick, extremely smelly, brightly colored, and some were still steaming, just flowing out of the blood vessels.

There were nearly ten powerful priests, warriors, and ninjas, plus more than two hundred elite soldiers of the empire equipped with advanced thermal weapons.

In such a short time, they were killed.

Looking at this, Onigashima Shigeo's forehead veins bulged, and he was furious. This scene reminded him of the massacre in Shizikou and the scene of filling the mass graves, but now it was their turn.

"It's too late. The enemy's ferocity is far beyond my imagination. Such cruel means should be done by those monsters who claim to be immortals."

Tsuchimikado Yeguang frowned and said: "We just burned down their nests, and now they destroyed our headquarters. The revenge came a little too quickly."

"Amitabha." Master Dehong chanted a Buddhist name, "Before, the donor Chang Gu said that there was a means of thunder wrapped in a flying sword rushing down from the sky. This means that the little master is also among them. Let the evil do such cruel things, and dare to say that he is not a demon? How can a monk have the slightest compassion?"

After saying that, Master Dehong shook his head, with a face full of compassion, found a clean place without blood, sat cross-legged, and began to practice the mantra of rebirth.

Ninja head glanced at Master Dehong, although there was no expression on his face, but he was contemptuous in his heart.

They were born with the mission of being tools, and they have been pursuing freedom all their lives, getting rid of the identity of tools, and living in the sun.

The bald donkey in front of him, who clearly lived in the sunshine, was willing to degenerate into a tool.

At this time, the second-rate monk Zhuang Bingwei walked over, half a foot deep in blood, checked everywhere, and said in a deep voice:

"There is a huge black mark of lightning on the building, and several people have been turned into charcoal. This should be the thunder method of Zhina."

"In addition, more people were killed by an extremely sharp weapon."

"There are no teeth and claw marks at the scene, and those beasts should not be involved. I suspect that there should be two people who took action."