"Huh? Are you serving spirits, eating ghosts, and forcibly improving your cultivation for a short period of time?" Zhang Zhiwei saw through his actions at a glance.
"Brother Zhang, be careful!"
After taking the spirit, Feng Tianyang's voice became very unpleasant, as harsh as iron rubbing against glass.
At the same time, a translucent soldier suddenly appeared from behind Zhang Zhiwei and charged towards Zhang Zhiwei's unprotected back!
Zhang Zhiwei suddenly turned around and raised his hand, pinching the head of the arrogant soldier, then tightening his grip, causing his body to collapse and turn into a ball of foul air.
But this strange ball of foul air did not disperse, instead it entangled Zhang Zhiwei like a cancer.
"Brother Zhang, you've been tricked. I'm a wizard, and wizards can do more than just summon spirits. I can also curse you. I ignore your golden light and use this curse directly on your life!"
"Um?"
Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and felt a little uncomfortable. Then, one dark red ghost face after another appeared from his waist, hands, and back.
These faces sometimes had eyes wide open in anger, sometimes frowned as if about to cry, or sneered with frowns that sent chills down one's spine.
A series of ghost faces completely wrapped around Zhang Zhiwei's tall body. With a buzzing sound, pitch-black flames came out from the gaps between the ghost faces, burning Zhang Zhiwei into a big torch.
“Hahahahahaha…”
Under the ferocious Nuomu mask, Feng Tianyang's hoarse and unpleasant voice spread far away.
"Brother Zhang, this voodoo fire burns people's blood and qi from the inside out. I know that your life cultivation is very high, and it will take a while to burn it out."
"However, I have summoned the Five Imperious Armies. Five Imperious, Five Imperious, so naturally I have five routes. You only defeated one route before. Now, I have summoned the other four routes to attack from both inside and outside. Brother Zhang, how will you respond?"
As he spoke, Feng Tianyang began to dance again, holding his sword high above his head, the blades clashing and slashing.
The remaining generals appeared at the same time, leading their own soldiers, and attacked Zhang Zhiwei from all directions.
"Cursing is such a sinister and treacherous method that it's not worthy of public display. It's like a toad jumping on someone's foot, it's just annoying without biting them. As for the rampant soldiers and generals, they're not strong, but they're numerous, so they're really troublesome. So... let's get rid of them all at once!"
After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei raised his head, his eyes gleamed with silver light, and his whole body was filled with lightning.
Thunder magic is powerful and can defeat all evil spirits in the world. Those ghost faces burning with cursed fire will disappear in an instant under the thunder.
"The divine thunder comes out of the Crimson Palace."
The next moment, blazing silver lightning intertwined and transformed into the image of a monkey, leaping up from Zhang Zhiwei's body.
At the same time, outside the martial arts arena.
“Zizizizi…”
Some strange little noises were heard from the crowd watching the game. They looked down and saw clusters of tiny electric sparks on their clothes due to static electricity.
"This is?"
Everyone was confused.
The next moment.
“Boom!”
There was a loud thunder, so loud that it was like someone was hitting your ears with a gong, deafening.
Immediately afterwards, brilliant white light filled the eyes, which were rolling lava and surging flames.
At this moment, all I saw was bright lightning, and all I heard was deafening thunder.
Wherever the thunder passed, no matter whether they were rampant soldiers and generals, law-breaking evil spirits, or other little ghosts, they were all defeated in an instant and turned into ashes.
…………
After the silver light.
Feng Tianyang struggled to stand up. Just now, Zhang Zhiwei's Yang Wu Lei only aimed at the five soldiers on the field, and did not target Feng Tianyang.
After all, Zhang Zhiwei has now released the Monkey King, and the power of Yang Wu Lei has been further enhanced, but he is even more vulnerable in controlling details.
If Feng Tianyang was affected, Zhang Zhiwei could not guarantee that he would not be killed, so he chose not to attack him.
But even so, Feng Tianyang was seriously injured.
He was the host of the altar. He had invited the Five Demonic Soldiers through magic and communication with the Liangshan witches and shamans. They were connected to his mind, but they were chopped to ashes in an instant. Of course, he felt bad and was badly hit by the backlash.
Feng Tianyang spat out a mouthful of blood, held onto the altar, struggled to stand up, and looked forward, only to see that the entire martial arts field had been burned by thunder and fire.
In the middle of the martial arts arena, Zhang Zhiwei stood like a mountain, his body covered in a layer of golden light, his clothes were intact, and there was still blazing white lightning interweaving around him.
Feng Tianyang's face was filled with bitterness, his heart bleeding. "Thunder magic? The Five Thunders of the Tianshi Mansion are so fierce! The Five Thunders of the temple have been worshipped for many years. They are no longer considered evil spirits and are not defeated by thunder magic. Yet, they were still destroyed by a thunderbolt."
"This time the loss is enormous. I had planned to go on stage to show off my prowess and witness the Heavenly Soldiers, but in the end, I didn't see any Heavenly Soldiers, and I was defeated miserably. The years of incense and vows accumulated by this Heavenly Soldiers were squandered. If I want to use this altar again, I'll have to nurture it for at least several more years!"
Asking for help from the guardian gods is different from asking the immortals to possess you in battle. Immortals are alive, and if they are killed, they are really dead.
The guardian deity is originally dead, and a trace of his true spirit exists in the sect's Dharma lineage, nurtured by the power of faith. The image he uses when he appears is also composed of the power of faith.
So even if you die, as long as the Dharma lineage does not collapse and the power of faith is sufficient, you can use it again.
In front of the altar, Feng Tianyangzheng felt his heart bleeding, and suddenly an ominous feeling spread throughout his body.
When he raised his eyes, he saw Zhang Zhiwei extending his rolled-up sleeves hand towards him and shaking hands in the air.
The words of surrender were still stuck in his throat when his body was swept away by a huge force and flew forward involuntarily.
“I, I, I…”
Feng Tianyang was like a drowning man, struggling with his limbs in the air, trying to find a foothold, but it was in vain. By the time his body landed on the ground, Zhang Zhiwei had already grabbed his neck and lifted him up like a chicken.
"Hey, Senior Brother Zhang, please stop hitting me. Don't hit me in the face. I admit defeat. I admit defeat wholeheartedly!"
Feng Tianyang grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's hand and spoke hurriedly, fearing that he would be slapped into the ground like the two heroes of the Lu family.
He is a wizard, and his physique is not as good as those two martial artists. If he gets hit, he will have to lie down for ten days or half a month!
"Hey, Lu Ci, you're not alone anymore. Another guy has appeared who was picked up like a chicken!"
Lu Jin nudged Lu Ci's shoulder with his shoulder and said with a teasing look on his face.
But Lu Ci didn't even look at him, but just stared at Zhang Zhiwei eagerly. The more he learned about him, the deeper his admiration for Zhang Zhiwei became.
I even couldn't help but sigh in my heart, how great it would be if such a hero was my brother. I would be willing to serve him at his beck and call!
On the court, seeing Feng Tianyang admitting defeat, Zhang Zhiwei did not slap him relentlessly, but simply let go of his hand.
"Thank you!"
Feng Tianyang landed, straightened his robe, took off his Nuo mask, folded his hands and said:
"I'm so grateful for your kindness. I'm truly impressed by Senior Brother Zhang's strength. I've also benefited greatly from this competition. Thank you very much!"
After saying that, he turned around and left. He didn't ask for any instructions, nor did he need any. He already knew how to walk his own path.
Although these rampant soldiers and generals are numerous and strong, they are ultimately a mob. This is not what he wants. What he wants is to control them as if they were his own arms, to fully grasp the power of the spirits, and even to take them for himself and strengthen himself.
Zhang Zhiwei looked at Feng Tianyang's back thoughtfully. Unlike the previous people, he seemed to have a clear understanding of his own way. Is this the understanding of the first nine of the thirty-six thieves?
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei looked at another thief who had mastered the Eight Great Skills - Zheng Zibu.
Zheng Ziben was looking at Zhang Zhiwei. When their eyes met, Zheng Zibu smiled shyly.
There was no way he could take part in this competition. The three talisman sects were of the same origin and belonged to the same lineage of the Zhengyi Sect. If he were to take part in such an occasion, it would spoil the situation.
We can’t mess with our own Big Brother!
Zhang Zhiwei naturally knew all this, so he smiled and nodded, then continued with the next competition.
This martial arts performance became Zhang Zhiwei's personal show, which lasted from morning to midnight and ended with Old Master Lu's hearty laughter.
Then, there was the formal banquet.
But Zhang Zhiwei did not attend this banquet. After playing for a whole day, even he felt a little tired and needed to rest for a while. At the same time, he needed to digest what he had gained and felt today. After all, guiding others is also guiding himself.