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

Chapter 590: Extreme Killing, Bloodbathed Demon
"Boom!"

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

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

Until its eyes appeared, the statue suddenly came to life, stretching its body in the air, shaking its hair, shaking off the rocks on its body, and rushing up into the sky, letting out an earth-shaking roar.

The entire space seemed to be shaking, with an overwhelming sense of ferocity.

The Inari statue stood high in the sky, looking down at Zhang Zhiwei. A human-like expression of disgust appeared on the face of the stone statue. It raised its claws as big as a mountain and slapped them towards Zhang Zhiwei as if slapping a fly.

The huge claws covered the sky, and the sound when they fell down was like the collapse of the sky and the earth. The momentum was so great that it was completely incomparable to those little foxes before.

Zhang Zhiwei stood on the ground, watching the giant claws coming towards him, with no expression on his face, allowing the other party to hit 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 hole in the ground. A mocking smile appeared on the face of Inari God.

But soon it couldn't laugh anymore. The mockery on its face paused for a moment, then suddenly turned into fear.

It pulled back its claws suddenly and swung them back and forth in the air, as if something was sticking to it and burning it.

"Inari God, instead of focusing on farming, comes here to fight?" Zhang Zhiwei sneered and increased his strength to activate the Samadhi True Fire.

From the gaps between the claws of the Inari God, blue flames continued to emerge.

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 like a prairie fire.

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

Any Taoist deity of the Tianshi Dao can be dealt with.

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

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

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

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 in all directions 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 twist, and the blue-green flames poured down like magma, followed by a violent explosion. The entire world burned together and quickly turned into nothingness.

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

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 and they could hardly breathe.

Then, the "god man" who had disappeared just now reappeared in the air. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard the voice of Commander Hase from the loudspeaker hanging on the building:
"Attack, attack the enemy in the air."

Out of their military qualities, almost the moment the order was given, the two hundred or so Japanese pirates took action, pointed their guns at Zhang Zhiwei in the sky, and pulled the trigger at the same time.

"Da da da……"

Countless black gun muzzles spewed flames, piercing through Zhang Zhiwei's body, creating wave-like ripples and leaving behind large, transparent holes in front and back.

There is an old saying that using anti-aircraft guns to shoot mosquitoes is a waste of talent. Now, we are using anti-aircraft guns to shoot at the air, which is a waste of effort.

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

Some Japanese pirates even used mortars on him, but the mortars still went through his body and hit the building behind him, causing it to tremble.

Zhang Zhiwei looked down at the Japanese pirates who were in a state of panic. The third level of Ni Sheng could completely transform his body into Qi, which could gather and disperse at will. Naturally, this simple attack could not have any effect on him.

The only ninjas from Higashiyama who could have slightly stopped him had already been killed by him.

Zhang Zhiwei had no instinct to avoid bullying the weak towards these Japanese pirates. He raised his palm and aimed it at the group of Japanese pirates, just about to use palm thunder.

But suddenly he discovered that there were quite a few clerical workers in the building, trying to escape through the windows.

Zhang Zhiwei turned his palm and pointed it at the building, and infinite divine light bloomed from his palm.

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

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

The area around the hole was covered with centipede-like cracks, and the entire 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 frightened the Japanese pirates. They were flying in the air, out of reach of their guns, and they could also shoot lightning. How could they be the enemy? Although the Japanese pirates were fierce, they were still human beings after all. Many of them were frightened 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 calling on the enemy.

But on second thought, how luxurious is this?
The method of thunder magic consumes a lot of Qi. It is like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer. There are more economical ways to deal with them.

Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the sky. About half a quarter of an hour had passed since he killed those ninjas.

From the revived memories, he learned that the weapon that the other party thought could be used against 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 about it, then fell from the air, ending his reverse life state. The white energy emanating from his body dissipated, and golden light enveloped his body. From the fingertips of both hands, a thin golden line extended. The golden lines were dozens of meters long, almost covering the entire Japanese pirates' headquarters square.

"The truth is simple, and this move is clean and neat enough."

Zhang Zhiwei muttered to himself, standing still, enduring the torrential attack with the Golden Light Spell, and his fingers moved suddenly.

The forty-meter-long golden thread suddenly rolled up, and when it crossed, there was a clanging sound, as if thousands of sharp blades were crossing and circling, sweeping towards the Japanese pirates.

“Puff…Puff…Puff…Puff…”

The sound of sharp blades cutting into flesh was endless, and the Japanese pirates were instantly turned into a rain of minced meat and blood, splattering everywhere.

From beginning to end, Zhang Zhiwei stood in the same place with his eyes lowered and no expression on his face. The Japanese pirates who were resisting stubbornly in the square were all chopped into pieces by the golden wire.

Because they were directly dismembered, cut, and chopped by the golden thread, their blood rushed up to the sky, dyeing the entire square red. Zhang Zhiwei was in the center of the square, and the spurting blood fell on the golden light, giving his golden light a layer of blood color. Now, even with the golden light covering his body, he did not look like a Taoist saint, but rather like a demon lord in the sky, a Tai Sui on earth.

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

However, even though he committed numerous murders, it never shook his original intention.

His original mind still sits high on the spiritual platform, watching the rise and fall of false thoughts. I remain unmoved, always clear and calm.

At the same time, the Japanese pirate leader Hase, after giving the army an attack order, rushed out with a Japanese sword in hand.

After all the Higashiyama ninjas who followed the army died in battle, he was the only two strange people left here.

The other was a priest and the regiment's chief of staff, in charge of sacrifices and offerings to the shrine. When the statue of Inari God was shattered, he suffered a powerful backlash and died.

Now, he is the last alien here. He shouts "Long live the emperor" and rushes out of the office building.

As soon as he went out, he saw that the hundreds of soldiers who were still firing fiercely suddenly had blood bursting out like a fountain. The blood was then swept away by the strong wind caused by the golden thread, turning into a bloody rain and rushing towards him.

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

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

He blinked frantically, and the blood that entered his eyes cast a blood-colored filter over everything he saw.

The sky and the earth were blood red, and the demon god that fell from the sky was also red.

The blood-red demon looked towards him. Although they did not make eye contact, he almost instinctively felt the murderous intent. That murderous intent was extremely pure, without any negative emotion.

It's just like when you open a can of food, do you feel hostility and hatred towards the lid of the can? No, it's just natural.

What does it have to do with you if I destroy you?

"Killing us, in his opinion, has nothing to do with anything else, it's just what he should do, and it doesn't even have anything to do with us..."

Hase was horrified by his own thoughts, a boiling panic engulfing his insides.

He was extremely terrified, and the determination on his face quickly turned into horror. At this moment, all the talk of imperialism and loyalty to the emperor were bullshit. He just wanted to escape, escape far away.

Hase's body trembled and shook like a sieve, and then he screamed and ran away.

Unfortunately, just as he took one step, the blood-stained golden thread caught up with him and pierced through his waist at such a fast speed that he did not feel the pain.

He just felt a little light and floating, unable to stop his feet or exert any strength, and then he fell to the ground.

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

Why do these legs look so familiar, as if... an ominous thought arose in Hase's mind.

Looking back, he saw that he had been cut in half and was lying in a pool of blood, with his colorful organs sliding out of his abdominal cavity and dragging outside.

"Ah ah ah..."

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

Blood mist splashed, golden thread rolled back, Zhang Zhiwei killed all the Japanese pirates here in an extremely labor-saving way.

A golden light as thin as a silkworm's wing covered his body, as if he was wearing a blood-stained shirt woven with the blood of countless Japanese pirates.

Zhang Zhiwei stepped on the broken limbs and corpses on the ground and quickly walked around the building. He didn't find anything valuable and didn't find any survivors, so he retreated.

Looking at the time, there were still a few minutes left before a quarter of an hour, so Zhang Zhiwei did not stay any longer. With a clanging sound of golden light, he shook off the blood mist attached to it, and leaped up, turning into a green gas wrapped in a Taoist robe and rising straight into the sky.

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

Blood, blood everywhere, sticky blood spots sliding down the walls, the ground is littered with broken limbs, all soaked in blood.

The blood was thick, extremely smelly, and brightly colored. Some of it was still steaming, as if it had just flowed out of the blood vessels.

There were nearly ten powerful priests, samurai, and ninjas, plus more than two hundred elite imperial soldiers equipped with advanced thermal weapons.

In such a short period of time, they were all killed.

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

"I'm too late. The ferocity of the opponent 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 nest and now they destroyed our headquarters. The revenge came a little too quickly."

"Amitabha." Master Dehong chanted the Buddha's name. "Earlier, Donor Chang Gu said that there was a lightning wrapped in a flying sword that was falling from the sky. This means that the little Taoist priest was also involved. He allowed the evil to do such a cruel thing, and you still dare to say that he is not a demon? How can a monk have any mercy at all?"

After saying this, Master Dehong shook his head, with a look of compassion on his face. He found a clean place without any blood stains, sat cross-legged, and began to practice the Amitabha Sutra.

He glanced at Master Dehong. Although there was no expression on his face, he felt contempt in his heart.

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

This bald man in front of me is living in the sun, but he is 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, charred mark on the building from lightning strikes. Several people were turned into charcoal. This should be the lightning magic of Zinna."

"Besides that, many more people were killed by an extremely sharp weapon."

"There were no teeth or claw marks at the scene, so those beasts should not have been involved. I suspect that there were two people who did it."

(End of this chapter)