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

Chapter 573: Be strong to the end, Lord Tian, ​​help me!
Light flashed from Zhang Zhiwei's fingertips, and a blood mark appeared between the eyebrows of the woman in the red dress.

The bloodstain spread at an exaggerated speed, getting bigger and bigger. Finally, in front of everyone's surprised gaze, the body of the woman in the red dress broke into two halves and fell to both sides.

The moment she fell, the Qi in her body began to dissipate, and her body began to age and decay at a speed visible to the naked eye. By the time she hit the ground, she had turned into a pile of skeletons in a red dress, no longer the woman with bright eyes and white teeth she had just now.

In fact, after being suppressed in the well for more than a hundred years, she was no longer a normal living person, and her body had long since turned into something similar to a corpse.

The reason why he didn't change his body was because this body had been nourished by Yin Qi for more than a hundred years. The strength of the body was very high, even many flying zombies could not compare to it.

Moreover, after living in this body for so long, the degree of fit between her soul and her body is extremely high, second only to her original body, so she did not change it.

However, in front of Zhang Zhiwei, her body, which was as powerful as a flying zombie, was useless and was cut in half cleanly and neatly.

Yi Qian was dumbfounded watching this scene. He said in disbelief, "It not only cut the body, but also the soul. What a powerful sword! This devil who brought disaster to the area and made the Tianshi Mansion helpless a hundred years ago, is dead just like that?"

Zhang Yi fiddled with the glowing talisman in front of him and said:
"No... not yet. Have you forgotten what Senior Brother told you? This demon's spirit is very special and not easy to destroy. And you see, there are a few paper figures that have not completely dissipated, which means that their masters are still there."

Earlier, the woman in red skirt gave orders to a large number of paper figures in one breath. Most of these paper figures were chopped to ashes, but there were still a few that were chopped into several pieces. The spirits in their remains were still crawling all over the ground.

Yi Qian took a look and casually swung a few sword lights. He saw Zhang Yi was still fiddling with the talisman:

"The Yinshan Tianzun hasn't even been burned to ashes, and you're still asking for his blessing? Why don't you interrupt the ritual?"

Zhang Yi blushed and said, "I want to interrupt it, but the ritual is already completed and I can't interrupt it!"

"Can't interrupt?"

Yi Qian was startled and looked up at the sky in front of the clearing. After Yinshan Tianzun was burned, the Samadhi True Fire disappeared along with him, but it was still raging in the sky. If he ordered the God General to come over at this time...

As soon as he thought of this, the divine power from the talisman surged, outlining a five-meter-tall human figure in the air, but without adding flesh and blood.

A mighty god who only exists in myths is about to descend.

At the same time, a stream of black energy emerged from the two halves of the remains of the woman in the red dress and quickly transformed into a human figure in the air.

Although the figure's appearance is roughly similar to that of the woman in the red dress, there are differences in details. However, the Qi emanating from both of them is exactly the same.

Obviously, this is the soul of the woman in red dress. Her previous body was taken over by her, so her appearance was naturally different.

However, her soul is very powerful and will subtly exert some influence on her physical body, so the two sides are so similar.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the soul of the woman in the red dress in front of him, waved his hand, and the Samadhi True Fire that was left behind by Yinshan Tianzun burned the sky and instantly gathered around Zhang Zhiwei.

The blue-green flame surged, and although it had no temperature, it gave people a feeling of being roasted in the soul.

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand towards the woman in the red dress, and then clenched it. The Samadhi True Fire moved with his gesture, forming a prison of fire, trapping the woman's soul in it, and said with a smile:
"Capture a traitor from the Tianshi Mansion and a Quan Xing demon!"

At this moment, the soul of the woman in the red dress seemed to have just come back to her senses. With her spiritual cultivation, she shouldn't be so slow.

But the sword pointed by Zhang Zhiwei just now was an ultimate killing move - a sword that cut through life and split not only her body, but also her soul.

If it were an ordinary person, her body would have been destroyed and her soul would have collapsed long ago. It was only because she had an immortal soul that she was able to recover.

But even so, she was distracted for a moment, and when she came to her senses, she was already enveloped by the Samadhi True Fire.

"The Wuhou Sect's Samadhi True Fire, you actually know this?"

The woman in the red dress was shocked. As far as she knew, there were only a few people in the Zhuge family who knew this method.

She looked at the blazing blue-green flames burning around her, and the chilling fear of death made her soul tremble uncontrollably.

Some of the scattered flames floated onto her body, as if they had fallen onto kerosene, and expanded instantly. In order to avoid affecting herself, she had to peel off the burning part of her soul.

Zhang Zhiwei was staring at the other person through the Samadhi True Fire. If he looked through his physical body, the other person's soul was no different from the Quanzhen Yang Spirit, except that it was a little more condensed.

But if one expands one's consciousness and looks from another angle, one can see that at the location of the Baihui point on the top of her head, an invisible Qi column reaches the sky, and she absorbs a continuous supply of natural Qi from heaven and earth into her body through it.

Just now, her soul was split in half by her own sword, and she only recovered by relying on the endless replenishment of the Qi of heaven and earth.

"Breaking the shackles of the human body and building a bridge between heaven and earth is a good method!" Zhang Zhiwei said, "You can recover from the wound of my sword just now, but if I burn you to ashes and your soul is gone, can you still recover like the boundless water?"

"Can I recover?"

The soul of the woman in the red dress stared at Zhang Zhiwei. Under the illumination of the blazing Samadhi Fire, Zhang Zhiwei's face in her eyes flickered and turned into an old Taoist priest with kind eyes and an immortal demeanor.

Ever since she could remember, until she grew up, the old Taoist priest had always had a kind face.

But that time, the old Taoist priest got angry, his hair stood on end, and his beard and hair stood up, and he didn't look like an immortal at all.

More than a hundred years have passed since then, and she has never returned to Longhu Mountain, nor has she seen the old Taoist priest...

She has always been a person who is very afraid of death, so she realized the ability of the soul to be immortal.

But under this blazing Samadhi True Fire, she suddenly felt that death was not something to be afraid of.

"Then let's see if I can recover!?"

The red-dressed woman's soul had her eyes wide open in anger. Facing the Samadhi True Fire that specifically targets the soul, she showed no fear at all and let out a tangible roar. The air vibrated like water waves, and an extremely strong soul wave swept out from her body.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his five fingers tightly. The Samadhi True Fire that enveloped the red-dressed woman's soul suddenly shrank, and was about to burn the red-dressed woman to death.

But a red light exploded from the woman in the red skirt, and her soul expanded like an explosion. The powerful and concentrated spiritual power even broke through the blockade of the Samadhi True Fire, and its power was like the power of heaven.

"The soul explodes!"

Zhang Zhiwei's expression was stern. Using the same trick twice? Who was he really looking down on?
"Die together? Zhiwei, hide quickly!!"

Yi Qian suddenly turned into a figure intertwined with lightning, his hair standing on end and he roared in anger. Anyone could see his rage and he wished he could eat the other person alive.

In contrast, Zhang Yi was much better. Although his face looked ugly, he did not do anything extreme. He held a talisman in his hand and pointed it forward.

"Edict!"

"Tianjun, help me!"

However, at this moment, a loud thunder suddenly sounded, and muffled thunder rumbled in the sky, as if a fire cloud was surging towards them, and lightning flashed through the fire cloud.

Between the souls of Zhang Zhiwei and the woman in red skirt, a huge figure slowly appeared. He had a green face and red hair, a white snake crown, three eyes, golden armor, a crimson robe, and green boots. He carried a fire gourd on his back, a sword in his hand, and an axe in his hand.

It was none other than Ma Tianjun, one of the thirty-six generals of the Thunder Department. Ma Tianjun's body was flowing with dazzling flames and thunder, and his pupils were emitting golden light.

As one of the four marshals of the heavenly soldiers at the altar, even though he had not yet fully descended, the pressure he exuded was already greater than that of the previous Yinshan Tianzun.

It is conceivable that once it fully descends, how powerful will it be? It is no exaggeration to say that he is Zhang Yi's reliance on this descent, the trump card that will make the final decision.

However, I never had the chance to see how powerful Ma Tianjun was.

The woman in the red dress used all her omnipotent spirit to self-destruct. The mental power condensed for a hundred years, as well as the majestic natural energy of heaven and earth, gathered into a terrifying spiritual attack, which hit Ma Tianjun who suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Zhiwei, interrupting the ritual that was about to be completed.

The terrifying scarlet divine light and Ma Tianjun's thunder and flames intertwined with each other, and the sound of their collision was like a huge bell, deafening.

Zhang Yi's eyes were red with anger, and he held the talisman in his hand and issued an order forcefully.

Ma Tianjun's figure was slowly disappearing, and the spiritual power of the woman in red dress who self-destructed was also being destroyed bit by bit.

Both sides became weaker and dimmer in the confrontation.

The spiritual power of the woman in the red dress was completely wiped out first.

Ma Tianjun's body also disappeared completely, leaving only the vertical eye between his eyebrows still horizontal in the air, staring at the woman in the red dress.

Until she completely disappeared, the eyes blinked, and then suddenly looked at Zhang Yi, red flames burst out from the pupils, and a deep and powerful voice sounded:

"You bastard, you used me as a human shield. Next time I see you, I will make sure you know how many eyes the Horse King has!"

After saying this, he closed his eyes and disappeared completely.

The talisman in Zhang Yi's hand spontaneously combusted without wind and turned into black ash. He let out a long breath, his body went limp, and he was about to collapse to the ground.

A hand appeared from the side and supported him.

He pushed the hand away fiercely and shouted anxiously:
"Don't worry about me, go check on Zhiwei. Where is he? Why is he gone?"

Zhang Zhiwei's figure was no longer on the open space, and the golden light he was holding up was also gone.

Zhang Yi was almost getting anxious to death, but Yi Qian just stood beside him calmly, looking at him as if he was a fool.

Zhang Yi was about to get angry.

A voice rang out: "Uncle Master, here, I'm here!"

"........."

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, and slowly turned his head. Only then did he see that the person who was holding him was actually Zhang Zhiwei himself. Seeing that he was fine, he could not help but feel surprised and asked:

"Why are you behind me?"

Zhang Zhiwei laughed and said, "Uncle Master, have you forgotten? I know numerology. I know the eight gates of the human body and the eight gates of movement!"

As he spoke, Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand, and white smoke came out of the space. A black hole slowly appeared, growing bigger and bigger, and a ball of golden light came out of it, enveloping Qingyun Guanzhong people and Lan Gu in the golden light.

As the saying goes, every failure makes you wiser. Last time, he was blown up by the woman in the red skirt with a bomb in her hand. Although the "national teacher" acted as a meat shield, he himself was also affected. Could he suffer the same loss twice?
Therefore, when he approached, he was well prepared. At the moment when the other party self-destructed, he activated the Qimen Bureau and teleported to a distant place with everyone in his hands.

And it was a bit unnecessary for the uncle to push Ma Tianjun over to block the self-explosion.

"Qi Men Dun Jia, Ba Men Zhuan?"

Although Zhang Yi was not an expert in sorcery, he still knew some basics. "The position you were standing in at that time did not allow you to use the human disk technique. Moreover, how could you determine the palace and open the disk in such a short time? What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand and said, "Uncle Master, didn't I tell you a long time ago? I have reached the realm of inner saint and outer king. I am the king, I am the saint. Things like setting the palace, opening the market, and moving around to cast spells are no longer within my consideration."

"These things are too complicated to explain. If you are interested, I will tell you a few words when you return to Longhu Mountain. Instead of worrying about this, you should pay attention to how Ma Tianjun handles it. Didn't you hear what he said? I want you to know how many eyes Lord Ma has."

Yi Qian said beside him: "This kind of thing, Zhiwei, you don't have to worry about it, your uncle Zhang Yi has experience!"

"What experience do you have?" Zhang Zhiwei asked curiously, "How can we calm the anger of the God General?"

Yi Qian said, "Just let the God General hang him up and beat him up. In the past, when Zhang Yi and your master were sparring, he ordered the God General to fight. In the end, both of them were punished by the God General, hung up and beaten, and couldn't get out of bed for several days."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled awkwardly and said nothing. He had done this kind of thing before. The gods on the altar should not be ordered lightly. He once ordered the gods to repair the house. Afterwards, the gods wanted to punish him, but he ended up giving them a severe lesson.

However, the ones he taught a lesson to were all his own soldiers and generals, not the marshal of the heavenly soldiers like Ma Tianjun. If he met Ma Tianjun, it would probably take some effort.

"What anger do you want to calm down?" Zhang Yi clasped his hands towards the sky. "Marshal Lingguan, the mighty official, is beyond measure. His three eyes can see through everything. If he knew the whole story, he would definitely forgive my previous actions!"

Immediately, he looked at Zhang Zhiwei: "Auntie Lan and the others haven't woken up yet?"

"He's awake!" Zhang Zhiwei removed the golden light, and Aunt Lan and everyone in Qingyun Temple woke up with a start.

In fact, they had already woken up from the inner scene when they were taken into the Eight Gates Space by Zhang Zhiwei. It's just that after being taken into the Eight Gates Space, their senses have a certain lag, and they will not wake up until they come out of the space.

In the plot, when Wang Ye went to talk to Feng Baobao, he locked Zhang Chulan up. When he came out, he felt like he had just gone in, but in fact, several minutes had passed.

Without the restraint of the golden light, and with her feet firmly on the ground, Aunt Lan stood up suddenly, put her skills in place, and asked:

"What about the devil?"

The people at Qingyun Temple were at a loss as to what to do, not quite understanding the situation.

However, after seeing the Turin high-level martial arts robes on Yi Qian and Zhang Yi, they immediately knew that these were the people from the headquarters who came to rescue them, and they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of security.

"The devil has been killed and the matter has been resolved!" Zhang Yi said hurriedly.

Aunt Lan glanced at the mess around her. Although she didn't understand what had happened exactly, she guessed that a fierce battle had taken place.

"It's almost over yet, please wait a moment, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei moved and came to the street outside Qingyun Temple.

After the woman in the red dress blew herself up, the threads that she used to control the soldiers also disappeared. The soldiers regained their sanity, and even though there were still a considerable number of them, they had no intention of fighting anymore and fled in all directions.

The four high priests did not chase after them, but moved towards Qingyun Temple.

Zhang Zhiwei was standing on a high place and saw Commander Zhang fleeing in panic among the soldiers.

As soon as the talisman is raised, the soul becomes immortal. Let me see what's going on?
(End of this chapter)