The strength in Zhang Zhiwei's hand is getting bigger and bigger.

The sound of "click" kept ringing.

Zhang Wanlin didn't struggle anymore when he was pinched, and the blood beads were like bead curtains, dripping from the lower end of the noodles, looking like he was dead.

"Huh!?"

But Zhang Zhiwei found something unusual, or because of his high pressure, after reaching a certain critical point, the mask on Zhang Wanlin's face actually merged into his face bit by bit.

When they all melted in, he suddenly opened a pair of scarlet eyes the size of copper bells, spraying blood light, opening his big mouth full of fangs and roaring, weird and terrifying.

Not only his face, but also his body began to change, his muscles expanded, his clothes were torn, his skin turned black, bones grew, and bone spurs stuck to his body with blood.

In the blink of an eye, he became a giant with a blue face and fangs, horns on his head, and bone spurs all over his body.

"Kaishan Mang will be born evil, a pair of fangs and a pair of horns, Kaishan's teeth are upside down, and the cowhide is dried and chewed nine catties!"

Kaishan recklessly laughed wildly, his hideous face was full of tyranny, he shook his head violently, trying to get rid of Zhang Zhiwei's clamps, but he didn't succeed, and the hand on his head seemed to be welded to it.

This made the Kaishan reckless general even more angry, and he swung his fist full of bone spurs, and slammed into Zhang Zhiwei's body like a cannonball.

There was a loud bang.

This punch was really like a landslide cracking, a huge wave attacking, and a shock wave spread violently from Zhang Zhiwei's chest, shattering the already messy ground.

"Weak!"

Zhang Zhiwei gave an indifferent evaluation, his golden light spell had only broken through once not long ago, plus there was also a Tai Chi circle turning force, if there was no breaking effect, pure brute force would have little effect on him.

Zhang Wanlin has become a monster more than three meters tall, and it makes no sense to forcibly press the other party's neck.

Zhang Zhiwei let go of his hand and slapped Zhang Wanlin in the face, knocking his head crooked, and the whole person flew upside down, and his back slammed into the wall on the other side of the street.

"Boom!"

The walls shattered like cobwebs, showing a human-shaped depression, and the power of this slap can be imagined.

If you are fighting an ordinary alien, several lives have been explained, but in front of you is a specially refined Dharma Protector Dao soldier, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a humanoid magic weapon, so naturally it is not so easy to explain.

Sure enough, in the next second, Zhang Wanlin's knotted body appeared from the ruins and rushed over in great strides.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The ground was trembling, and under the influence of the reckless general, Zhang Wanlin seemed to have lost his mind, like a rampaging beast, anything that stood in his way—whether it was a street lamp, a corpse, a wall...... He smashed them all to pieces.

As he ran, he muttered some incomprehensible incantations in his mouth.

As a Dharma Protector, he is now in a state of divine descent, so naturally he not only has brute strength, but also has supernatural powers.

I saw one after another hideous and terrifying faces emerging from his body.

These noodles were suspended behind him like human heads, filled with an indescribable evil smell, which made people feel cold all over their bodies.

"Boom!"

Hundreds of vicious faces suddenly opened their bloody mouths, and they all spat out flames as red as blood, burning Zhang Zhiwei into a big torch.

When Yongxin's people saw this scene, their spirits immediately perked up:

"Dashuai, good means, burn him!"

The master waved his hand to cut off a sound blade, and said with an excited face:

"This is the Meishan Sect's Water Decay Fire, which specializes in Taoist spells, the body protection method used by that Taoist priest, although the color looks a little light, but it should be the golden light spell of Longhu Mountain, and the fire of filth can damage it."

The ancestor of the Meishan Sect is called Zhang Wulang, the ancestor of the altar, also known as the god of hunting, is an image of holding the ground with both hands, holding the sky with two feet, and wearing a red scarf.

Therefore, most of the disciples at the foot of Meishan have a red scarf wrapped around their heads.

The red turban, many people think it is just an ornament, but in fact, it has a great origin, it is made by some special means, supplemented by women's sunflower water, which can break talismans, spells and magic weapons.

And now Zhang Wanlin's transformation into the fire of the decanter used by the pioneer will be the same as the red turban.

Under the scarlet flames, the golden light around Zhang Zhiwei emitted a subtle "poof" sound, and puffs of white smoke also rose.

This is the golden light being corroded, although the degree of corrosion is very small, and it is far from being burned through, but it is enough to prove that this flame can work on Taoist magic.

If you change to someone who is not so accomplished in the Golden Light Mantra, I am afraid that you will be burned in an instant.

The white smoke drifted into Zhang Zhiwei's nose, and suddenly a foul smell rushed to his throat.

"Damn, it's disgusting!"

The golden light collided with blood and fire, and more and more white smoke was produced, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't bear the stench, and directly collected the golden light and used the Yin Five Thunder.

In an instant, the huge fire ball wrapped around Zhang Zhiwei suddenly writhed, the blood-like flames were swallowing and spitting, and the asphalt-like yin thunder was like a mudslide, gushing out from it, extinguishing the blood and fire in an instant, and hitting the Kaishan Mang.

"Zizi Zi ......"

The fire of Kwai water can destroy spells, and the water dirty thunder can also break spells, and when the two collide with each other, a muddy water dirty mine pierces the flames and grazes the arm of the master next to him, instantly eroding a large piece of flesh into charcoal.

Yin Wulei is also a thunder method, and it has a strong suppressive power against the evil qi, and the master immediately made a decision, and pointed into a sword, cutting off the flesh and blood on his hands, and at the same time staying away from the two of them.

"I'll go, what is that black mud-like thing that Senior Brother Zhang has unleashed? How is it so powerful? Wang Ai looked at the scene outside through the window and exclaimed.

"If you guessed correctly, it should be the Yin Five Thunder of the Heavenly Master's Mansion!" Lu Ren said.

"But the Five Thunder Fa of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, before becoming a Heavenly Master, can only be cultivated in half of it? Senior Brother Zhang is cultivating Yang Thunder, and now he is cultivating Yin Thunder, could it be that the Heavenly Master is located in Senior Brother Zhang? Lu Ci said with a shocked face.

"No, this kind of major event of the Heavenly Master's transmission is to advertise the Quartet, Cairo Tiandajiao, it is impossible to be so hasty, maybe Senior Brother Zhang has cultivated the Yin Five Thunder in some way!" Lu Ren thought for a while and said.

"Cultivating the five thunders of yin and yang, he is worthy of Senior Brother Zhang!" Lu Ci sighed, but he didn't feel that there was anything unreasonable.

At this moment, the situation on the field changed, thunder and fire intersected, black and red edges, restless blood-colored flames, drumming black yin thunder, and evil ghosts flying around, setting off a storm.

The messy air flow caused some sharp stones to shoot in all directions like stray bullets, forcing others to hurry away.

And in the very center of the storm, between Zhang Zhiwei's gestures, the explosive power was undoubtedly revealed, and Zhang Wanlin, who was incarnated as a reckless general, was completely invincible, but relied on the physique of the Dharma Protector to resist.

Zhang Zhiwei's gesture was like a cloud, and he slapped it with a slap, but before anyone arrived, the palm wind had already hit it like a big wave.

"Roar......

Kaishan Mangjiang is worthy of being a reckless general, there is no intention of dodging, the thick black Qi is rippling, sweeping around like invisible ripples, he punches violently, and he splits the mountain with the momentum of Zhang Zhiwei's big ears thunder.

The fists touched, and as soon as the two sides touched, the score was high, and the big-eared thunder son discounted his fist with an overwhelming advantage, and slammed it on the chest of the reckless general.

"Bang!"

Under the blow, Kaishan Mang threw the flesh and blood on his chest as if it had been thrown into the water surface of a stone, causing huge ripples, and the entire chest cavity was dented, and the sound of clattering fractures was endless.

Because it is a specially refined Dharma Protector Dao Soldier, this level of injury is not fatal.

But after being hit by such a heavy blow, the huge body of the reckless general still lost his balance involuntarily and was about to fly upside down.

But at this moment, Kaishan Mang's huge body, with a completely incompatible degree of flexibility, turned a few heels in the air, stood still, and then raised his thighs as thick as elephant legs and kicked Zhang Zhiwei's face.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't dodge or dodge, and used his face to take a hard blow from Kaishan Mang, and the bright golden light on his face that was as thin as a cicada's wings shook suddenly, and Kaishan Mang's whole body was like a lightning strike, and he was unsteady on his feet, and he took five steps back in a row before he stabilized his body.

But at this time, Zhang Zhiwei had already come to him, his shot was as fast as lightning, his five fingers were opened, and it was another big-eared thunderbolt, and the flip was pressed down.

Kaishan Mang's eyes widened angrily, and his hands were crossed, trying to resist.

"Click!"

Under the thunderous slap, Kaishan Mang broke his arms together, but the momentum of the slap was still flourishing, and the power seemed to be unbroken, and it was still pressing, until it reached the top of his head.

"Bump!"

A dull sound resounded throughout Pike Street, and the head of the Kaishan reckless general disappeared, not broken, but was pressed into his chest by a huge force, and only a pair of sharp horns poked out of his headless body.

But the strange thing is that even after such a severe injury, he did not die, but a large number of flying masks behind his back suddenly cracked one by one, revealing cracks like golden lava, and then exploded.

Countless blood-red flames drowned Zhang Zhiwei and Kaishan Mang, and then spread in a ring, threatening to set the street on fire.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Aqiao's face changed greatly, this is at the door of Fengming Tower, if the flames spread, she Fengming Tower will bear the brunt.

The building burned down and could be rebuilt, but there were a lot of distinguished guests inside, and if you hurt them, it would be a big problem.

Her body moved, waving her cloud-like water sleeves, and the water around her body formed a wall of water, protecting in front of Fengming Tower, trying to resist the blood-colored flames.

But whether she can resist it or not, she is also a little uncertain in her heart, after all, it is not difficult to see from the previous situation that this blood-colored flame is not ordinary.

However, just as the flames spread over, a layer of brilliant golden light, like mercury pouring out of the ground, spread out against the ground.

Everything where the golden light passed was like a layer of gold leaf, and the flames burned on it, only to "puff puff" a puff of white smoke and then dissipate.

"Huhuhu......"

Xiao Ah Qiao let out a long breath, and secretly said that this little heavenly master is really a god, no wonder a few boys from the four families dare to act so recklessly in the demon capital.

In fact, with such a rapid speed, covering such a large area with golden light, even Zhang Zhiwei was not easy.

"It's not difficult to deal with this dog thing, but it's very troublesome to deal with the aftermath for him, after all, this is a busy street, if you let these flames spread, you can't tell how many people will die......"

Zhang Zhiwei said in his heart, no longer continued to use any big-eared thunder, and began to be ruthless.

He reached out and grabbed the chest of the reckless general, and forcibly struck a yin thunder from his neck into his chest.

Yin thunder poured into the body, and Kaishan Mang let out a terrible roar of the head in his chest, and a large number of black qi emerged from the headless neck, like a chimney.

"Isn't this dead yet?"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows, stepped on the chest of the Kaishan general, grabbed his two arms with both hands, and exerted force on his feet and hands at the same time.

only heard the sound of "tearing", the flesh and blood were separated, and the two arms of the reckless general let Zhang Zhiwei drag it down.

In the midst of the firelight, everyone saw dimly that the sky was full of blood mist, and a huge figure was unable to kneel.

And the two bloody hideous arms fell in an arc, and one of them fell on the guqin of the two blind men.

"Khooth!"

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the two hands that played the piano blindly stopped in the air, not daring to fall.

Because, the hand was still moving, and the hand with thick joints and dagger-like claws actually grabbed everywhere, grabbing the strings from time to time, making a piercing sound.

The two blind men can't see anything, and their usual activities rely on the perception of Qi.

And this arm, in their perception, contained an extremely terrifying consciousness, so they didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of being scratched.

"Who's going to help?" The fat blind man said helplessly.

"How can you help?" Hua Mulan asked.

"Help me get this hand off the way!" The earth yelled impatiently.

Mulan was yelled at, and she was also a little unhappy, and she didn't have a good breath:

"Straight up, why don't you just say it? Why don't you just say take your hands off and yell what, why don't you just say it! ”

"Please help me remove this hand!" The thin blind man said quickly.

Only then did the four beauties each pick up the hideous giant hand from the spear, and suddenly, the sound of the piano started again.

At the same time, in the center of the flames, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Wanlin, who was trampled under his feet.

Obviously he has no head and no hands, but he is still roaring, struggling desperately, and his body twists like maggots.

He was suddenly a little puzzled: "What is this?" None of this is dead?! ”

Zhang Zhiwei is very sure that this is beyond the scope of the Dharma Protector.

The Dharma Protector Daoist is a little more advanced than the disciple of the horse, and it is impossible to have an immortal body, what secrets are there in this person.

"Let me see what you're talking about!"

As soon as Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand, he exerted the ability of the Compendium of Materia Medica: Human Puppet Zhongyin, and spit out a blue light in his palm, wanting to search Zhang Wanlin's soul.

But just as the blue light was about to sink into his body, a terrifying face suddenly appeared on his body, opening a huge mouth full of fangs, swallowing out flames, and defeating the blue light.

Zhang Zhiwei hurriedly stopped, a little palpitating, not because he was backlashed, but because he suddenly remembered that this guy was still in a state of divine descent, if he searched for his soul now, it would undoubtedly be a reckless general.

Although Kaishan Mangjiang does not have a wide range of beliefs, and his strength is not comparable to that of the god on the altar, he is an ancient ghost god, and there is too much information in it.

"Since this is the case, then use Marshal Tianpeng to wipe out Ling, Tianpeng Tianpeng, Jiuyuan Shatong, Wuding Dusi, Gao Diao Beiweng, Seven Politics and Eight Spirits, Taishang Hao Fierce ......"

The canopy spell sounded, and after a muffled sound like rolling thunder, the terrifying aura spread.

Zhang Zhiwei stepped on Zhang Wanlin, and behind him, a domineering phantom appeared out of thin air, infinitely high.

(End of chapter)