Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 542: The violent "national teacher" surrenders
"Monster, this is simply not a human..."

Monk Dengcao's eyes were bloodshot, and his smiling face was filled with fear, no longer as calm as before.

He suffered a big setback this time. He thought that the other party was just a brat who was still wet behind the ears. Even if he was extremely talented and had a high level of cultivation, how high could his state of mind be?

Without sufficient experience and polishing, how can one's mind be perfect?
As long as one's state of mind is flawed, let alone a young genius, even a great master of cultivation who is over a hundred years old will become a slave to his emotions controlled by him in his Twelve Emotions Labor Formation.

The moment he activated the formation just now, he began to break everyone's temperament. No matter what the level of people's mentality was, he could break them. It was just that the difficulty level varied.

But the only person he couldn't shake was the little Taoist priest. Not to mention breaking him like a piece of iron wire, he even felt like he was pounding a diamond pillar.

The Vajra Pillar had been tempered through thousands of hammerings and was not only hard but also very tough. He hit it, and the iron pillar was fine, but he himself was hit back.

This gave Monk Dengcao a splitting headache, blood oozing from his ears and nose, and his vision flickered, as if a big hand was stirring his brain.

"Run, we have to run quickly. The little celestial master's target is the mysterious layman Wu Man, not me. As long as we can run out of this town, there is still a way to survive. I hope my fellow disciples can buy me a little more time."

At the back, Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head to look at the Dengcao monk who was fleeing for his life. He stretched out his hand and a series of squeaking sounds were heard.

I saw the ground around me breaking apart inch by inch, with bright lightning bursting out from it, connecting into one piece like a chain, forming a net.

"When was it laid..."

Monk Dengcao's face changed drastically, he paused, not daring to move forward, and quickly dodged backwards.

He thought that the lightning chain would continue to strangle him, but unexpectedly, the lightning chain spread out in all directions, targeting not only him, but... everyone present.

The lightning chain formed a huge prison with Zhang Zhiwei as the center, just like a compass drawing a circle, encircling everyone inside.

The chains kept twisting, and bright silver arcs of electricity were twisting and jumping on them, emitting a terrifying aura.

Looking at the lightning chain that was so close to him, Monk Dengcao's face looked very ugly. His intuition told him that he would die if he touched it.

Most Buddhists have high levels of cultivation in terms of life, and have various methods of strengthening their bodies, but he is an exception. His sexual skills are very strong, but his life skills are mediocre.

The constantly interweaving chains of lightning in front of him were a forbidden zone that he dared not take a step forward.

"The pure life skills are better than the iron corpse made from the corpse of the first Baturu of the previous dynasty. Two slaps smashed its head. The sexual skills are even more powerful. The twelve labor love formations can't shake it at all."

"Now the control of magic is so terrifying. You know, thunder magic is extremely powerful and the most difficult to master, let alone making meticulous arrangements in such a large area!"

"What kind of monster is this? Is it really the reincarnation of the immortal king in heaven as the rumors say?"

Monk Dengcao already regretted getting involved in this mess, and he wholeheartedly obeyed Wugensheng's orders.

This little Taoist priest is truly inhuman. It is indeed a wise choice to ask him not to implicate others and only target Wu Man. It's just that they were a little unwise.

"It is a tradition for Quan Xing disciples to clean up their own messes. How could I have made such a mistake?"

Monk Dengcao patted his head, and suddenly, he had an idea. In the Laoqing Formation, he encountered an extremely terrifying existence.

This terror does not only refer to the terror of strength, but also the terror of character. It does not mean that the other party is immovable like the little Taoist priest, but that the other party is terrifying in the literal sense.

Most people's positive and negative emotions tend to be balanced, but this "person"'s positive and negative emotions are extremely unbalanced. Beneath the seemingly calm surface, there is extreme violence, like a collection of negative emotions.

If the little Taoist priest is merely acting in a non-human manner, then this “human” is the true non-human.

But for some reason, this almost one-sided emotion did not erupt, but instead presented an extremely unreasonable balance.

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately had a plan in his mind. For this kind of existence, he didn't need to repeatedly suppress his emotions like he did with other people. He only needed to add fuel to the fire and continue to exert force on one side to make it collapse completely. The opponent's strength was terrifying...

“Maybe there really is a way to survive!”

Monk Dengcao had an idea and focused his mind. He gave up attacking the young Taoist priest and instead used all his strength to put pressure on the terrifying non-human.

On the other side, as Zhang Zhiwei's lightning chain was pulled up, the retreat was completely cut off. Some Quanxing monsters who were still lurking in the dark, looking for opportunities, immediately took action.

As the saying goes, when an army is surrounded, there must be a gap. They had no way to retreat. Some Quanxing monsters were determined to take someone with them when they die, so they attacked the people from the Wang and Lu families.

The people from the Wang and Lu families were affected by the Twelve Labor Emotion Formations and were on the verge of killing each other. The arrival of the Quan Xing monster gave them an outlet for venting their conflicts. Compared with the little grudges between them and their companions, the hatred of the Quan Xing monster was obviously greater.

In just a moment, both sides united and started fighting.

The Lu family father and son also put aside their previous grudges and, like the people around them, began to attack the Quan Xing monster as if what had just happened had never happened.

But in fact, after Zhang Zhiwei's intervention, they were able to hold the Yuan and stay One, and protect the Shaoyin Meridian of the Hand and the Queyin Meridian of the Foot. The anger in their hearts subsided for the most part, and they regained most of their rationality.

Lu Ci couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Damn it, look at my mouth. I should have thought about this kind of thing, but why did I say it out loud? With the old man's temper, won't I be severely punished by the family rules when I go back? ...

The head of the Lu family had a sullen face and thought to himself: Affecting one's mind and making one a slave to one's emotions, I think I was tricked by the monk Dengcao just now. Although I knew about this person before, I never expected that he would be so unpredictable and fell into his trap.

However, no matter how much I've been tricked, it's no reason for that little bastard Lu Ci to speak to me like that.

Moreover, when this kid turned around and spoke to the young Taoist priest, he was not angry at all and his attitude was extremely good, which shows that he still has some rationality. Why did he attack me with heavy punches as soon as he came in front of me?

He actually said that after decades of practice, I have only achieved a useless thing and he even wanted me to see what real Ruyi Power is. He is so arrogant to the extreme. If I don't give him a good beating, I will not be named Lu!

Lu Ren didn't dare to say anything and tried hard to reduce his presence. Although he had spoken rudely to his father just now, he was not as harsh as his younger brother. He hoped that his father would not take it to heart.

Since Quan Xing was in rebellion, Zhang Zhiwei was naturally the main target.

A fat monk with a fat head and big ears, with red eyes, swung a string of Buddhist beads towards Zhang Zhiwei's forehead, making a sound like ghosts howling.

"Clang!" The string of Buddhist beads hit Zhang Zhiwei's head hard. After a fierce low humming sound of metal, the Buddhist beads exploded on the spot like ceramics and shattered into powder.

The fat monk had a look of disbelief on his face, these Buddhist beads were his magic weapon, the beads were made from baby skulls with a secret method, they could melt human flesh and bones and scatter ghosts, it was his magic weapon that was invincible, why was it so fragile today?

The next moment, a huge hand continued to grow larger in front of him, covering the sky and the sun.

"boom!"

His head, which was covered with wrinkles like fat intestines, suddenly exploded like a rotten watermelon, with juice flying everywhere.

Without even turning his head, Zhang Zhiwei shot a beam of golden light towards the darkness. The force was so great that even the strong wind could leave several inches of mud marks on the ground.

A huge sonic boom was heard, and several Quanxing monsters were smashed to pieces by a palm strike.

At this time, the Taoist Bai Lian, who was good at the art of nightmare, stood in front of the lightning chains and used all kinds of methods in an attempt to break the chains and escape, but his efforts were ultimately in vain.

The methods he is good at are mostly magical methods that combine witchcraft and Taoism, such as cursing and killing.

Although this method is powerful, it is naturally countered by thunder. It is simply a pipe dream for him to break through Zhang Zhiwei's thunder prison.

The situation was hopeless. Taoist Bai Lian was so angry that his composure, which he had maintained just now, was suddenly taken over by anger.

He turned to look at Zhang Zhiwei who was walking towards Monk Dengcao, chanted some scriptures, made hand gestures, and used the "Shape-Changing Nail" on Zhang Zhiwei.

"Shape-changing Nails" is a kind of curse-killing technique that is widely found in Yemao Mountain. It can transfer special nails into the enemy's body, causing its intestines to rupture and its stomach to burst.

When Xu Xin and Dong Chang were trying to kill Huang Fang, the Golden Hook, they fell into this trap and were filled with nails. If it weren't for Wu Gensheng's help, they would have died.

"You are powerful in thunder magic and have great attainments in golden light, but your internal organs cannot be indestructible!"

Taoist Bai Lian stared at Zhang Zhiwei, countless black bloodshot veins spreading in his eyes, and the spell was about to take effect.

Zhang Zhiwei seemed to sense something and looked back. A golden flame flickered in his eyes. The flame grew bigger and bigger and soon occupied both eyes, giving people a feeling of blazing eyes.

The ability that comes with the mask of divinity is to destroy the eyes of God.

The old Taoist priest Bai Lian cried out in pain and suddenly caught fire on the spot. His whole body was wrapped in golden flames, his flesh and blood quickly melted, and within three or five breaths, he was burned into a pile of powder.

"You are showing off your skills in front of an expert, and you don't know your own limitations!"

After burning the old Taoist priest to death, Zhang Zhiwei was about to kill the monk Dengcao, when suddenly, the soil beneath him began to ripple like water waves and was about to swallow him.

The one who made the move was the Quan Xing monster known as the "earth-burrowing insect". He was skilled in the art of walking on the ground and could swim freely in the land like a fish. The Tuxingsun in the Investiture of the Gods was also good at this.

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand and grabbed the ground. A huge golden hand broke through the ground and came down. The speed was so fast and the power was so great that even the earth-walking immortal could not react. He was grabbed by him and squeezed hard. Instantly, his flesh and blood shattered and his internal organs were squeezed out of his body. As a land-walking immortal, he was actually crushed to death underground.

After dealing with the troublemaker, he was about to continue killing Monk Dengcao when suddenly, a flash of lightning came across the sky and headed straight for Zhang Zhiwei.

With a loud "clang", the lightning struck Zhang Zhiwei's golden light with such great force that his golden light even trembled.

“This kind of force…”

Zhang Zhiwei turned around and saw a ferocious demon ape roaring and rushing towards him. The demon ape's pupils were full of bloodshot and its body was boiling with bright lightning.

"National Division……"

Their eyes met, and Zhang Zhiwei's fiery eyes stared at the demon ape's face. They were sharp like blades and scratched the demon ape's cheeks, causing pain.

The demon ape's posture of pouncing forward suddenly froze. The big-faced thief's ferocious power was vivid in his mind. He wanted to back off, but the evil fire in his heart couldn't stop rising.

The Twelve Emotional Fatigue Arrays are meant to torture emotions, make people collapse, and even cause inner demons to run rampant. This is what happened to Lu Jin in the plot.

It can be said that the inner demon in the formation is more vulnerable to attack than the person himself. In addition, the "National Master" suffered a great injustice at the hands of Zhang Zhiwei, and he had been enduring it. Now, after being provoked by Monk Dengcao, he could not bear it anymore.

The demon ape roared, and the lightning all over his body seemed to lose control. The electric snakes began to dance wildly. He completely lost his mind, and thought unwillingly that he was no match for the fight in his body, but with the existence of a physical entity in the outside world, it was hard to say who would win!
"My dear, what are you doing? Stop it now!"

The head of the Wang family shouted from behind, but Wang Ai, who was possessed by the "National Master", ignored him. He hurriedly went to ask Zhang Zhiwei for help, but Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand to reassure him.

Immediately afterwards, the "National Master" launched an attack on Zhang Zhiwei. With the blessing of lightning, its speed was extremely fast, and it suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Zhiwei in the blink of an eye.

Veins popped out on Zhang Zhiwei's hands, and he slapped the "National Master" on the body. With a "pop" sound, the "National Master" shattered into pieces in an instant and disappeared into a ball of lightning.

"Even though he has lost his rationality, he still uses tactics instinctively. That's great!" Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself.

Soon, the "National Master" suddenly attacked from another angle. His demon ape body made of Qi became transparent, and blazing lightning surged inside.

Although both are Yang Lei, the Yang Lei of the "National Master" is much stronger than Zhang Huaiyi's. When it is launched, rumbling thunder explodes, like a mighty black sea of ​​clouds rushing towards them.

Zhang Zhiwei frowned slightly and did not use Yang Lei to fight back. It was not that he could not win, but the "National Master" occupied Wang Ai's body. If he was not careful, innocent people would be affected and he would fall into an irretrievable situation.

After a moment of thought, Zhang Zhiwei made a decision. The Qi in his body circulated, and the heart fire and lung gold Qi no longer produced thunder method reactions. Instead, they switched to the kidney water and liver wood Qi to produce thunder method reactions.

In an instant, a deep lake opened up in the northern border, thunder rumbled, and the dark lightning jumped like silt, and soaked into things silently like ink. Wherever it passed, the ground cracked and turned into black sand that slid down, which was truly shocking.

When the two sides collided, there was no earth-shattering noise, just like a stone hitting the mud. The blazing silver light was wrapped in the black mud. The light lasted for three seconds and then slowly dimmed.

Zhang Zhiwei pinched the neck of the "national teacher", flipped over, flew backwards, and stood on the roof of a house, overlooking everyone. At the same time, he also looked in the direction of the ancestral hall in the town.

There, there was also someone looking over.

(End of this chapter)