Under one person: If I let you refine your Qi, will you become an immortal?!

Chapter 279: Old Ghost, You Can't Escape! A Mere Arm Is Nothing!
"You guys come together!"

On the dock, Zhang Zhiwei stood proudly, with several bolts of lightning streaking through the sky above his head.

Seeing this scene, although the old priest and others did not understand what the other party said, their pupils suddenly shrank. The strength of this Qi was not weaker than theirs, and it could even be said that it exceeded that of most people present.

"This child must not be allowed back to plant flowers!"

Realizing that the other party was not simple, the old priest's eyes became sharp and murderous.

After all, the other person looks to be in his early twenties.

this age.

He already has the skills to rival the four great masters, what will happen in a few years?
Although the growth rate of cultivation will gradually slow down until it gets stuck at a bottleneck and cannot make any progress, given the opponent's talent, keeping him around will always be a threat to the Japanese island, so he must die!
Think of this.

The old priest was just about to call on everyone to take action together.

Hongde of the Ikko sect suddenly shouted.

"Lord Palace Secretary!"

"He said if you have the guts, come at us one by one. It's nothing to use numbers to bully the few. Be careful of our lives!"

Hongde shouted. At this moment, he hoped that Zhang Zhiwei would leave safely more than Zhang Zhiwei himself. He was afraid that the battle would affect him, and he was also worried that the secret would be leaked.

And accompanied by his voice.

Everyone paused and looked at the old priest, waiting for his decision.

After all, the Ikko sect is still our own people.

The other party is the host.

If you act rashly like this, you will end up being held accountable or retaliated against if things go wrong.

"Hongde, I know you have great righteousness in your heart. You would rather die than be a hostage." At this time, the old priest curled his lips and said, "Don't worry, if he really makes a move, I will definitely avenge you."

"And submit it to the Emperor for posthumous honor!"

The words fell.

Hongde's face suddenly turned pale. He didn't expect that the other party would not have any feelings for him at all!
He simply abandoned himself and others.

However, the old priest did not say much. With murderous intent, he just made a gesture and chanted a spell. In an instant, a six-armed demon god with a height of three meters, a green face, fangs, and a ferocious look appeared, each arm holding a weapon.

Like a Shura walking out of hell.

Seeing someone taking the lead, the other Japanese were not idle either, and they all used their own methods.

Among them, the most eye-catching was the Meiji Priest, who was ranked third among the Onmyoji. He simply threw out a pile of talisman papers, and twenty or thirty strange-looking Shikigami ran out.

There are large brown dogs, evil spirits holding maces, and green foxes.

The moment these shikigami appeared.

Rushed directly towards Zhang Zhiwei.

The others did not step forward when they saw this, wanting to use this to wear down the opponent first and see how the trick worked.

After all, they are all veterans and know that their opponents are quite strong. Anyone who rashly rushes to the front at this time will surely suffer a great loss, so it is best to use Shikigami or long-range means to test and consume their strength.

Zhang Zhiwei pondered about this.

"It's a bit troublesome."

After saying this, the dazzling golden light on his body instantly transformed into countless thin whips that began to wave around.

Each whip was swift and fierce, like an indestructible sword. The moment it touched the Shikigami, the speed suddenly increased. After swinging dozens of times in succession, the Shikigami was chopped into pieces in an instant.

However, before everyone could react.

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand.

"How can a mere ghost be able to defeat the mighty power of heaven?"

Boom! ! !
A terrifying roar suddenly sounded, like the wrath of Thor.

Dozens of thunderbolts streaked across the sky, and the blue light illuminated the entire world, reflected on everyone's faces. Then, with lightning speed, with a bang, it struck directly onto the body of the six-armed demon god!

In an instant, the demon was annihilated in the thunder!
This is a shocking scene.

The besieging Japanese soldiers could not help but stand there in a daze, with a look of disbelief on their faces.

They had never seen such means before!
With just one encounter, he killed many shikigami who were no weaker than ordinary people! And he could even summon heavenly thunder. Who is this person? !
Why does he possess such terrifying power?

Even they feel.

If the old priest hadn't been here, it would have been difficult for them to wear down the opponent even if they fought to the last man!

"Hmph!!" At this moment, the Onmyoji who had summoned the Shikigami before groaned, and his entire face turned extremely pale. The killing of so many Shikigami caused him to suffer a backlash.

The old priest's originally calm face now looked a little solemn.

"It's stronger than I expected."

"But it's not enough!"

As he spoke, the old priest glanced at the people around him and said, "Seal off the surrounding area."

"I'll play with him with Atsuta Shinto."

"But."

Someone was about to speak.

But he was forcibly interrupted by the old priest: "In a battle of this level, the number of people doesn't mean much."

"Besides, you are all the backbone of the Japanese island. Why would you want to risk your life against a man who is doomed to die? Wait until Atsuta and I have worn him down enough before you take action."

The old priest's idea was simple.

This is Wajima!

Even if the other party is a lion, he will be surrounded and killed by many hyenas here today.

Not to mention, based on the strength the opponent has shown now, the old priest is sure that he can defeat him. Although he cannot kill him, he can wear him down to the point of exhausting his physical strength.

He wanted to see how long this boy could hold on!

Between thoughts.

When the others heard the old priest's words, they looked at each other and took a few steps back.

At the same time, they consciously dispersed and guarded in all directions. As long as the other party had the idea of ​​escaping, they would do everything they could to delay him. After all, the strength displayed by this person was too powerful, even far beyond their cognition.

Even the blacksmith from hundreds of years ago seemed extremely ordinary in front of this man.

That's when.

The old priest and Lord Atsuta took action.

The former still did not take the stage himself, but summoned another ghost god. His figure was not as tall as before, about two meters tall, with a sturdy and strong build, wearing armor and a crown, holding a magic stick in his right hand and a pagoda in his left hand.

He looks like a general, giving people a sense of domineering and oppressiveness.

"Tower-Bearing Heavenly King?"

Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei looked strange, but he also knew that these two were not the same thing.

After all, gods, especially in the East, even if they have the same appearance, background, and settings, have different powers in different systems.

Just thinking about it.

Hongde's voice rang in my ears.

"Master, be careful."

"This god is called Bishamonten, the god of military luck, and was once the guardian king of our Buddhist sect."

"He is extremely strong and his body is as hard as stone!"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the other person strangely, not understanding why a Japanese would send a message to remind him? Could it be that selling out one's country could also be addictive?
What do you call this, a Japanese traitor?
In this regard, Zhang Zhiwei did not distract himself and looked at Bishamonten not far away.

Just when he was about to call upon thunder to kill.

A loud roar came.

"drink!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked over and saw a burly old man in hunting clothes shouting loudly.

The next moment, his clothes burst open instantly, and his already muscular body became even stronger and more solid. His muscles seemed to be about to explode, giving people a feeling of infinite power.

"Horizontal training? No, it's to call on the gods."

Zhang Zhiwei pondered in his heart, his expression calm and composed, most of his attention was on the old priest.

This person is the biggest threat to me.

While thinking.

The Lord of Atsuta disappeared from the spot with a whoosh and rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei at an extremely fast speed.

The same is true for Bishamonten. Unlike ordinary clumsy ghosts, he is extremely agile with a magic staff and a pagoda in his hands, and is not inferior to Atsuta Shinto at all.

Without even a breath of time, the burly figure appeared in front of Zhang Zhiwei.

No unnecessary movements.

He raised the heavy magic stick in his hand high up and smashed it down vertically with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

In response, Zhang Zhiwei did not choose to confront it head-on.

He dodged the attack.

next moment.

Bang! ! !
A violent collision sounded.

Just like a huge rock falling into the water, the thick ground instantly cracked and collapsed several meters downwards!

Seeing this scene, before Zhang Zhiwei could fight back, the muscular Atsuta God Lord had already reached his side and delivered a punch with unparalleled power.

"die!!!"

Lord Atsuta roared!
He hated the flower-growing practitioner so much that even if this person didn't kill his disciple, he wanted him to be buried with him!

Seeing this, blue arcs of electricity appeared on Zhang Zhiwei's body.

All the golden light on his body gathered in his hands.

Then he threw a heavy punch with the force of collapsing clouds, directly colliding with the opponent's fist!
In an instant, two overbearing forces collided with each other, and the priest Atsuta didn't even hold on for a moment, and his body was blown back dozens of meters like a cannonball.

Seeing this, the besieging Japanese suddenly widened their eyes and looked horrified.

Some of them didn't even see the action clearly.

But the results are obvious.

Even if Lord Atsuta attacked with all his strength, he could not shake the opponent at all!
"puff!!"

At this time, Lord Atsuta barely stopped himself. His internal organs were injured by the punch and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His strong arm trembled uncontrollably.

"Damn it! I should have brought the artifact with me!"

In terms of hard power, he admitted that even if he summoned a god to possess him, he would still not be a match for this man.

But those two artifacts are not here! If he holds the Tenkumokumo in his hand and has the Magatama to protect him, based on the power shown by the opponent's punch just now, he is confident that he can kill the opponent within 500 moves!

And this time.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't even look at him, his eyes were fixed on the old priest who was standing still in the distance.

I know I can’t continue like this.

After all, his Qi is not as strong as Lao Li's, and he doesn't have the Golden Flower to replenish it. If the opponent is really determined not to attack, his physical strength will be exhausted in a short while.

With this in mind.

Zhang Zhiwei decided to kill the old man who was summoning the gods first.

Force the old priest to take action!
Then, the originally light blue lightning on his body instantly turned into dark purple.

Arcs of electricity flashed on his body. After glancing at the people around him with disdainful eyes, he instantly disappeared from the spot and rushed towards Atsuta God Lord with unparalleled momentum.

Seeing this, a look of astonishment appeared on the old priest's usually calm face.

This power is no weaker than mine!

Atsuta Shinto Lord meets him.

Death is inevitable! Realizing this, the old priest immediately shouted, "Get out of the way!"

After saying this, he summoned Bishamonten, who immediately strode forward, threw the pagoda on the head of Atsuta God, and opened his arms. His burly body stood like a solid wall between Atsuta and Zhang Zhiwei.

Atsuta Shrine himself was frightened to the point of death.

Without caring about his recent injuries, he immediately stepped back, preparing to distance himself from Zhang Zhiwei.

"Want to run?"

There was murderous intent in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

Looking at Bishamonten who was standing in front of him, the purple lightning instantly condensed into a spear.

Boom!
The destructive force pierced through the solid guardian king in just a moment, and the violent thunder tore his body into countless pieces!

"Quick! Stop him!"

While the old priest was shouting, he was also planning to ask the gods to possess him and deal with Zhang Zhiwei.

After all, the other party's condition is really terrifying.

There was no one present except myself.

No one is his match. If he doesn't take action now, everyone else will die here!

At the same time, the others heard the shouting and were so frightened that they naturally could not go forward themselves, so they used various means to block the way.

"Old Li."

"I wanted you to try this trick first."

While Zhang Zhiwei was thinking, his speed did not slow down at all, like a wild and unbridled bolt of lightning.

Purple lightning condensed into several spears around him.

Although his five elements of Qi have not yet been perfected, they have made great progress after three years of practice. He has even practiced the upper part of the thunder method to a deep level, in which his five internal organs generate innate Qi, coupled with the domineering and unparalleled power of thunder.

It can break all magic in the world!
That's why.

Many spells stood in his way.

In front of this magnificent thunder, they were like pieces of thin paper, and were shattered in an instant!

In an instant, Zhang Zhiwei rushed to the side of Atsuta God.

The sharp lightning spear swept across.

The pagoda that Bishamonten had thrown out before emitted light to block the attack, but it shattered in an instant.

Seeing this, Lord Atsuta was ready to close his eyes and wait for death. He only hated himself for not being able to avenge his disciple, and at the same time, he hated himself even more for not bringing the sacred weapon with him!

However, at this moment.

A bright red sun broke through the dark clouds in the sky.

The sun shines on the head of Atsuta Shrine.

The lightning gun collided with the sunlight, and the lightning that had been invincible before suddenly slowed down.

It was like a sharp axe chopping on a big tree. When it was about to touch the Lord Atsuta, it could no longer penetrate even a little bit. However, even so, under this horrible collision, the Lord Atsuta still flew backwards.

Right now.

A voice came from behind Zhang Zhiwei.

"Boy."

"I recognize your strength."

The old priest glowed with red-gold light, like a rising sun. "But no matter what, I will keep you here today!"

After he finished speaking, a fireball condensed in his palm, and the scorching temperature burned and distorted the air.

This is the highest god worshipped by the entire Japanese island - Amaterasu Omikami!

Although he didn't bring one of the three sacred treasures, the Yasakami that holds the body of Amaterasu, it was enough to deal with the flower cultivator in front of him, or at least be on par with him.

"Finally took action."

Zhang Zhiwei turned around quickly, his eyes more solemn and eager than before.

Then, without waiting for the opponent to throw the fireball in his palm.

The thunder flashed on his body again.

Not only that, the dark clouds that had been broken apart gathered together again, like thick ink, and a terrifying pressure came from above as if something was brewing.

"Is this guy planning to risk his life with me?"

Sensing the vast power stirring in the sky, the old priest's expression suddenly changed.

Then he shouted loudly.

"Do it!"

Upon hearing this, the others immediately took action.

Zhang Zhiwei still didn't care about this, or he couldn't care. After all, it would be a waste of time to kill more than a dozen people, and they might even be found to have flaws.

Therefore,

It would be better to focus all your strength on the strongest person!
As long as we can kill him!

It's worth it even if I get hurt badly!
Immediately, lightning burst out from Zhang Zhiwei's body with a roar, and the whole person was like an indestructible sword, rushing straight towards the old priest dozens of meters away.

"This madman!"

The old priest was also frightened by this fearless determination, but he also knew.

This is the moment to kill the other person.

If I hide myself.

The other party might just run away. With his speed, I might not be able to catch up. As for the others? Can I still count on them?
That's it.

The power of the sun in his palm became stronger and stronger.

And soon, just as Zhang Zhiwei broke through countless means and came in front of him, the lightning spear pierced out like a comet.

The old priest raised the fireball and threw it towards him.

The two destructive forces collided with each other, and the terrifying aftermath instantly shattered the earth. Even the onlookers a hundred meters away were implicated, and those with weaker life skills were directly shocked to vomit blood.

That's when.

The thunder that was gathering power in the sky began to move.

Thick purple lightning streaked across the sky, and the old priest fell vertically like a thunder dragon!
See this situation.

The old priest was trying to use the remaining force of the collision to dodge.

His skinny arm was grabbed by a large hand covered in golden light, and at the same time, a long face filled his entire field of vision, "Old ghost, you can't escape!"

"Do you think I can do nothing to you like this?"

The old priest felt ruthless, knowing that even if he didn't die, he would lose half his life if hit by this thunderbolt!

Then red flames burst out of the skinny body.

In this scorching heat.

Zhang Zhiwei's golden light melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his palms emitted a burnt aroma of barbecue.

But even so he still didn't let go, which made the old priest furious. He immediately exerted the power of Amaterasu to the extreme, and the temperature of the flame rose again.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!
Zhang Zhiwei only felt that the blood in his entire arm had dried up and the flesh and blood were extremely blurred.

But he still didn't want to let go.

After all, this is the best time to kill the opponent!
"Crazy! You crazy!"

The old priest pulled hard, trying to break free, and at the same time summoned ghosts and gods to block himself.

He also felt a little regretful that he didn't bring the artifact with him.

Otherwise there is no need to fight so hard!

Soon, with a click, a piece of Zhang Zhiwei's arm was torn off, and the thunder had already fallen. The ghosts and gods summoned by the old priest and even himself were instantly submerged in the thunder, and a shrill scream was rang out.

Zhang Zhiwei also used his remaining strength to retreat to the shore.

While breathing heavily, he stared at the old priest under the thunder, not caring about his broken arm at all, because this was the most labor-saving and least-injurious way he could think of.

It is definitely worthwhile to sacrifice an arm in exchange for serious injury or even death of the other party!
After all, Lao Li is here.

Just an arm, nothing.

Just thinking about it.

The thunder has dissipated.

The old priest stood staggeringly, covered in blood, his shriveled skin turned into charcoal, and even the technique of summoning gods was broken. He was like a shaky dead tree that would fall down at any time.

However, a creepy laugh came out of his mouth.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"You won, but you also lost. If it was a one-on-one fight, I would have been dead by now."

"Even an unarmed child could kill me."

"But now I am seriously injured. Not only did you lose your hand, you have no strength left. And I have a large group of people around me. Even if you fight hard, you can't kill me!"

The old priest smiled smugly.

Hear this.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the dozen or so Japanese in the distance, then dived into the sea without looking back.

At this moment, if he could recover a quarter or even an eighth of his energy, he would be able to kill the other party and leave calmly. But in his current state, he couldn't get away even if he killed him at all costs.

It would be better to return to the mainland to heal as soon as possible.

After all, there is a long time to come. At worst, we can wait for some time and call Lao Li and Lao Feng to come back!

And just after he left.

The old priest collapsed to the ground, feeling both grateful for surviving the disaster and regretful.

If the other party really attacks, seven or eight people on our side will definitely die, and I might even die here, but fortunately, the other party is not really willing to sacrifice his life.

But the same is true for the bad ones.

Such a strong enemy.

Letting the tiger go back to the mountains would be a serious threat to Japan.

but!

The old priest looked at the charred arm on the ground, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled old face again.

The human body is so precious. If you lose an arm, not only will your combat power be greatly reduced, but your cultivation will also be difficult to improve! On the contrary, you will only live a few years less, but you can kill a genius in the cradle.

This is a good deal!

Just thinking about it.

A figure was running hurriedly in the distance.

"Master Palace Administrator, something bad has happened! An epidemic has suddenly broken out in the city! The symptoms are similar to those in Lushun!"

Hearing this, the old priest's smile froze, and he continued, "Didn't you seize the boxes from the river?"

"Deduct it!"

"But there's nothing in the box!"

The visitor said: "According to our investigation, the disease may have come from the fish sent from the port!"

Instantly, the old priest's expression turned gloomy.

I didn't expect to be tricked in this matter.

But it doesn't matter.

When he goes to plant flowers in some time, he will naturally take this account into account. He doesn't believe that all the flower growers are such monsters!

(End of this chapter)