Chapter 745: Using Supreme Means to Change Fate,

Zhang Zhiwei's hands were filled with silvery electric light. "Volume" was half dead, almost reduced to charcoal, and all its orifices were gushing out with lightning.

However, he was not dead yet, or even unconscious, and was looking at Zhang Zhiwei in disbelief.

This scene was unacceptable to him. He was a senior member of the roster and had experienced many big scenes, but in such a weak place, he stumbled for no apparent reason, and was crushed in this manner.

Zhang Zhiwei held the one-horned demon with one hand, and held the little boy who had become a dependent with the other hand, and turned towards Zhang Zhiwei's body.

The current incarnation is composed of lightning and has strong combat effectiveness, but not in other aspects.

That boy's matter has to be dealt with by the main body.

"Try and see if you can save him!" he thought to himself.

In fact, when he noticed the strange power of faith just now, the boy had already been converted into a dependent, and the matter was done. The whispers behind him only amplified the evil in his heart.

The incarnation carried the two of them to the beach, threw them on the beach, and then turned into a bolt of lightning and returned to the original body.

On the beach, the boy was unconscious, still maintaining his ferocious red demon form.

The red one-horned demon knelt on the ground, and all the muscles in his body were trembling from the electric shock.

He opened his mouth wide and spit out tree-shaped lightning. One can imagine how much lightning was poured into his body.

He wanted to run away, but the thunder in his body made every muscle in his body escape his control, and he couldn't even stand up.

"call!"

Zhang Zhiwei took a long breath, finished breathing, turned his head and glanced at the one-horned demon first, and then turned his attention to the boy.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, golden light shot out from his palm, catching the boy and floating in front of him.

He put his hand on the boy's forehead, penetrated his body with Qi breath, and began to search for the reason.

As soon as Qi entered, he discovered that there was no Qi in the boy's Dantian, and there were many obstructions in the meridians in his body. According to the Eastern Qi training system, he did not have Qi, so he was not considered a stranger.

But his physical body is very different from ordinary people. The density of both bones and internal organs is quite high. In particular, his heart is more than three times larger than that of ordinary people. It beats powerfully and continuously supplies blood to the body.

At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei also noticed that the blood in his body was as thick as mercury. This mercury-like blood was transported to the limbs and bones by the heart as powerful as a water pump.

"Although I haven't practiced or gained Qi, the energy is hidden in my blood."

"The blood flows through the whole body through the heart, and then undergoes overall mutation and strengthening of itself."

"This energy... Strictly speaking, it can also be regarded as Qi, but it is not carried by the Dantian and meridians, but by the blood and blood vessels."

"I remember that during the Nathan Island plot, Zhang Chulan used the divine power on Lu Linglong, but it didn't take effect. At the time, I just thought it was mysterious, but now I understand a little bit."

"The gods can sort out Qi into its original form without any means, but they cannot eliminate the effects that Qi has already caused."

"It's like the Tang Sect's Qi poison. The gods can remove the Qi part, but they can't remove the poison part."

"The current energy is like a poison, or in other words, a poison that acts on the blood."

"The moment you are hit, it permanently changes certain structures of your body. Naturally, the gods cannot undo this situation."

"In this case."

Zhang Zhiwei thought of Lu Linglong, which meant that Lu Linglong might never change her original cute and cute self.

In other words, that devilish appearance is her true face.

Even if one day, she changes back to her original form, it is just a disguise, a kind of control over her own abilities. Her true face is still the horned devil.

Just like that low-level roster member called "The Sickness."

"Evil Disease" can maintain a human form in normal times, but after being seriously injured, his strength is greatly reduced, and he cannot control his body to change into a human form, and can only exist as a monster.

"So, is it hopeless?"

Zhang Zhiwei probed his Qi and spirit into the boy's body and repeatedly explored the situation.

He was keenly aware that there was something inside the boy, and he could also hear evil whispers.

This is very abnormal, but that thing is not a ghost, nor does it come from inner demons, it is more like...

Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while and concluded that it was more like some kind of subjectivity that had been polished to the extreme, or in other words, it was a derivative of a certain subjectivity.

And this subjectivity that has been polished to the extreme is a kind of evil, an extreme evil that comes from the heart and is not affected by any external things.

Is such extreme subjectivity possible? Zhang Zhiwei thought about it and concluded that it was very possible.

There are good people and evil people in this world.

A gentleman does not care about his heart when discussing deeds. What distinguishes between good and evil is behavior, not character.

But subjective polishing is to eliminate all influences of foreign objects and polish the truest intention.

This original mind is the Tao.

Everyone's original intention is different, and the Tao is also different. The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao.

Just like the compassionate Xiao Zizai, he has been troubled and painful by his own desire to kill.

And his desire to kill comes from the influence of inner demons and delusions? Or from your heart? It is unknown at the moment.

If it comes from delusion, then he must overcome it, remove this delusion, and leave the original heart. This is to polish the subjectivity, and also to practice Taoism and Zen.

If it comes from the original heart, then he must kill. For him, killing is practicing Taoism, and it is the Zen he wants to practice.

This is the practice of Zen.

And if Xiao Zizai's original heart is the latter, then after he reaches a certain level, the subjectivity he polishes will be extremely murderous.

If there is killing, then it is not surprising that some people's original hearts are greedy, jealous, and violent, etc. After all, it is a widely circulated saying that human nature is evil.

An idea suddenly popped up in Zhang Zhiwei's mind.

Buddha is a wise man and an enlightened person, so the subjectivity he polished, the sect he left behind, and even the people who converted to him, pursue wisdom and enlightenment.

The Taoist ancestor is a person of tranquility and inaction, so Taoism pursues tranquility and inaction.

And the Taoists and Buddhists accept disciples, both pay attention to a fate, fate with Buddha, fate with Taoism.

Perhaps, this fate is to see whether one's own subjectivity is similar to that of Buddha. The higher the degree of similarity, the more fate there is.

As for qualifications, that is another consideration.

"Perhaps, I am destined to be with Tao?"

Zhang Zhiwei said to himself, and then thought, if a sect left by a person with evil subjectivity, does it pursue evil? ! This is the origin of cults.

"So, that kind of whisper is actually a kind of subjectivity at work?"

"This subjectivity may not necessarily be a certain practitioner as I speculated, it may even be a collection of some consciousness."

"But in any case, it should be a powerful subjective consciousness, which will subtly influence its converts."

"And the boy's demonic form is the result of the influence of this subjective consciousness."

At this thought, Zhang Zhiwei knew how to deal with this boy, as long as he got rid of the evil subjective consciousness in his body.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were boiling with golden flames, and his delusion-breaking divine eyes were driven to the extreme by him.

Then, he used the ability of the blue hand and began to meticulously search for the subjective wisp of "evil" that resided in the boy's body.

This is not easy. Subjectivity is not the soul. It is a kind of thinking consciousness that is equal to the objective, and it is deeply rooted in the boy's soul.

For this kind of thing, ordinary people can't find it at all, and even if they find it, they can't deal with it.

However, it is not difficult for Zhang Zhiwei.

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Under his full search, soon, the malicious thought lurking in the depths of the boy's soul was found by him.

It lurked in the depths of the boy's soul and perfectly integrated with some emotions in his soul. In this case, it is almost impossible to separate it.

Zhang Zhiwei was silent for a while, spread his hands, and a wisp of blue-green Samadhi True Fire rose from his palm.

Samadhi True Fire is a life-saving fire that burns the soul, and it can even burn the inner demon to death.

The inner demon is a product born from subjective consciousness under the interference of objective factors.

If you can burn the inner demon, you can naturally burn the subjective.

However, if you want to use Samadhi True Fire to achieve this step, you must first find this trace of malice. If you can't find it, then there is naturally no way. You can't burn the whole soul.

With a goal in mind, Zhang Zhiwei condensed the Samadhi True Fire at his fingertips and pointed it at the boy's eyebrows.

The Samadhi True Fire immediately poured into the boy's upper elixir, entered the depths of his soul, penetrated one of the corners, and wrapped up the malice and the surrounding souls together.

The malice had actually been integrated into the boy's soul, regardless of you or me, but Zhang Zhiwei burned it all in a quick and decisive way.

The soul has a strong ability to recover. If a part of it is burned, it may be weak for a period of time, but as long as the soul does not dissipate, with his blue hand holding it, and warming it in the body for a period of time, it can still recover.

Under the calcination of Samadhi True Fire, the boy's eyelids trembled and veins popped all over his body.

From his perspective, in his originally dark consciousness, a figure with golden light and lightning around him appeared.

The figure flicked his finger and flicked a spark, and the spark fell. In an instant, the spark could set the prairie on fire, and the surrounding darkness was instantly ignited.

Under the burning flames, he seemed to hear a shrill scream, and then the whispers that kept echoing in his mind stopped.

The whole world was quiet, with only the sound of the tide rising and falling in his ears, and he gained a long-lost peace.

In this peace, he slowly fell asleep.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the boy in front of him. Although the evil subjective parasitic in his body disappeared, his transformed body did not return to its previous appearance.

"The problem of the soul has been solved, and now it's time to solve the problem of the body."

Compared with the problem of the soul, the problem of the body is not worth mentioning. Zhang Zhiwei directly used the red hand to transform his body and turned it back to its previous appearance.

As for the energy in the boy's blood, Zhang Zhiwei kept it for him and did not expel it.

After removing the subjective energy full of malice, the energy has become very clean. With the blessing of this energy, the boy will become very strong and born with supernatural power.

"The Tao Te Ching says that misfortune is the foundation of blessing, and blessing is the foundation of misfortune. This time is a disaster for him, but also an opportunity."

Zhang Zhiwei held the boy on his waist with one hand and looked at the red unicorn demon.

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei had turned his followers into normal people, he was shocked. He clearly felt that the connection between him and his followers was broken.

"The followers are not dead, but the connection is broken. Moreover, the followers have turned back into ordinary people. How is this possible? Who is this guy in front of me?"

He looked at Zhang Zhiwei who was walking slowly with a look of horror. He wanted to speak, but the lightning running in his body made him only make a "doudoudou" sound when he opened his mouth.

A big foot enlarged in front of him. He was wearing cloth shoes, but he walked on the seashore that could submerge his ankles without getting his soles wet.

Then, he was lifted up by a big hand holding his head.

"List?"

A faint voice sounded in his ears.

He was stunned for a moment, and his expression became excited. He was puzzled. Although the list was an organization, it was extremely secretive and not many people knew about it. Why would a native in a foreign country know about it?

Zhang Zhiwei didn't intend to interrogate him. He put one hand on the other's head and searched his soul.

After looking through his memory, Zhang Zhiwei frowned. What this guy did was simply too much to describe. Killing him would be a bargain for him.

However, he didn't find any information about the "List" organization in this person's memory. It's not that there is no information, but there is a powerful ban that hides this part of the memory.

Zhang Zhiwei was not surprised by this result. Many Western magicians can "read the mind". If they don't have a few layers of bans, let alone keep it secret, their underwear will be stripped off.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't try to break the ban. He directly burned the part of his soul occupied by the evil.

This man is different from the previous boy. He is more immersed in it. This Samadhi True Fire directly burned his entire soul.

He fell on the beach powerlessly. He had no breath, but he still maintained a devilish figure. This is his true face.

Zhang Zhiwei always killed but didn't bury the dead. He carried the boy back.

After he left for a long time, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the beach.

They stared down at the unicorn demon under their feet.

"I didn't expect to meet a heretic here. I was wondering how you suddenly figured it out. It turned out that you smelled the smell of heresy. However, we are too late. He is dead."

Butler Walter kicked the corpse of the unicorn demon and said with a teasing look on his face.

Acardo leaned down and touched the unicorn demon's head.

"There is still a strong thunder force in his body. This kind of power... I am very familiar with it. It's the guy who stopped me from a distance last time. He is here."

He grinned and laughed: "Hahahaha... He is here... I feel it. He is nearby... Hahahaha..."

While laughing, inexplicably, he recalled the scene four hundred years ago when he was tied to the execution platform. When the executioner was about to execute him, he prayed for conversion to "evil" with full of resentment.