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

Chapter 541: Twelve Labor Emotion Formation vs. Diamond Pillar

Zhang Zhiwei's slap pinned Oboi's iron corpse to the ground.

He was looking down from above, his burly figure like a giant, no less powerful than the iron corpse of Oboi. Light golden fluid was swirling around his body, and he looked like a man walking out of a mural of an ancient myth. This scene simply stunned everyone.

The head of the Wang family shook his hands subconsciously, but there was no one there. He didn't even know how the little Taoist priest had left.

The head of the Lu family looked relieved and quickly walked over to the dazed Lu Ren to check his injuries.

He saw the crisis that Lu Ren encountered just now, but he had no time to take action. He could only watch his eldest son, whom he was proud of, get into trouble.

But at this moment, the little Taoist priest beside him flashed and came to the eldest son at lightning speed. He grabbed his shoulders and threw him back, and with a flick of his hand, he deflected the iron corpse's powerful blow, and then slapped the sudden giant zombie to the ground.

"How is it? Is the injury serious? Do you have any internal injuries? Why is your nose bleeding all the time?..."

The head of the Lu family placed his hand on Lu Ren's back, and while using Ruyi Jin to check his injuries, he asked with concern.

Lu Ren ignored his father's concerned questions and stared blankly at Zhang Zhiwei. Although it was just a back view, Lu Ren inexplicably recalled the scene of the martial arts competition in the Lu family compound.

At that time, he was knocked to the ground by a slap in the face. He still remembers Zhang Zhiwei's condescending and arrogant look.

"What happened? Apart from the serious loss of vital energy, he was not injured. Why didn't he respond to me? He even had a nosebleed. Could it be that the iron corpse's palm also attacked his soul and hurt his soul?"

The head of the Lu family was worried and asked anxiously.

Lu Ci slapped out with his palm, and purple Ruyi Jin light burst out, smashing a zombie wearing Eight Banners armor to pieces. He took a step back and came to the side of Lu Family Master and Lu Ren, saying:

"Father, what nonsense are you talking about? Zombies don't have souls, so how can a spiritual attack come from? Maybe he got dazed from the fall. Look at him, his face is covered with snot."

Lu Ci was so focused on killing the enemy that he did not notice the danger his brother Lu Ren was facing. By the time he noticed it, Zhang Zhiwei had already rescued his brother.

The sense of security that Zhang Zhiwei brought to him was incoherent. In his opinion, since Senior Brother Zhang had taken action, his brother must be fine. His current daze was probably caused by the fall.

How should I treat this kind of person who was knocked unconscious? Lu Ci pondered.

If the target was Old Lu, he would have slapped him several times, but since he was his brother, he had to give him some face, so...

Soon, Lu Ci made up his mind and slapped Lu Ren on the forehead. The force was not strong, but the shock was strong enough to make Lu Ren's buttocks exert force and he jumped on the spot, which directly interrupted Lu Ren's memories and brought his thoughts back to normal.

Lu Ren glared at Lu Ci fiercely, then quickly wiped the dirt and blood off his face and told the head of the Lu family that he was fine.

Immediately, he quickly turned his head and continued to look at Zhang Zhiwei, afraid of missing even a little bit.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei's palm was still pressing on Aoba's iron corpse's face, suppressing it fiercely.

Before this iron corpse's death, he had mastered the Golden Bell Cover, Iron Shirt, Thirteen Guardians and other martial arts skills to perfection. In addition, he had been nurtured for many years by the tomb-guarding boy using the corpse-raising method, so his skin and flesh were no less tough than tempered steel.

But even so, Zhang Zhiwei's slap still deformed his skull and squeezed his facial features together, making the iron corpse's already hideous and terrifying facial features even more bizarre and strange.

"Hmm? This one is really tough!"

Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised. He didn't hold back when he slapped the other person. He intended to blow his head off, but it didn't work.

"There is nothing that can't be solved with a slap. If there is, then give it another slap."

Zhang Zhiwei slowly raised his hand, showing off his domineering and imposing manner.

"Do it, do it, if you don't do it now, this iron corpse of mine will be ruined!"

The tomb-guarding boy in the dark was so angry that he couldn't help but roar.

He didn't feel sad because so many other iron corpses had died, but this iron corpse was obtained by him at a huge cost, and it was also the capital for his survival. Once it was destroyed, it would mean that 90% of his skills would be wasted.

He has behaved erratically over the years and made countless enemies. If it weren't for this iron corpse protecting him, he would probably not survive more than three days.

Faced with the impotent rage of the tomb-guarding boy, the other Quanxing monsters remained indifferent and just watched from the sidelines. This was not a good time to take action.

When are people's defenses most relaxed?

When attacking.

The tomb-guarding boy's teeth were bleeding from biting them, and his eyes were full of bloodshot. He used all his strength to control the iron corpse to resist, but it was in vain.

The moment the palm was raised, invisible pressure was transmitted to him through the iron corpse. He almost couldn't breathe. Under such suppression, he couldn't make any reasonable counterattack.

With a dull "bang", the earth seemed to shake, as if a ripe watermelon was smashed. Dark blood mixed with smelly brain matter burst out from all seven orifices and covered the ground.

This iron corpse, made from the body of the first Baturu of the previous dynasty, had no power to resist Zhang Zhiwei's big-ear thunder.

The tomb-guarding boy spat out a mouthful of blood. The other zombies were just tools that he could discard at any time and it didn't matter if they died, but this iron corpse was related to his life. It was the product of his life-sacrificing training. He even thought that after a few more years of training, he would use his secret method to abandon this frail dwarf body and merge with the iron corpse.

Zhang Zhiwei's slap shattered not only the iron corpse, but also half of his life. The tomb-guarding boy's Qi suddenly stagnated, and took a sharp turn for the worse, and soon he was almost out of breath.

Taoist Bai Lian glanced at the tomb-guarding boy with his eyes flickering and he was eager to make a move, but in the end he did not do it. Although Aobai's iron corpse was destroyed and the tomb-guarding boy was half-disabled, the zombies outside were still under his control and could not touch him.

At this moment, Monk Dengcao suddenly moved. He sat cross-legged in meditation with his hands clasped together. A red light burst out from his body, covering the entire venue.

Monk Dengcao had his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and he was chanting sutras frantically. His thoughts were transferred through the ritual of the Twelve Emotional Labor Array and fell on Zhang Zhiwei. Like a big hand, it frantically stirred the positive and negative emotions in his twelve meridians, trying to break his iron wire.

Zhang Zhiwei felt that there was a sense of malice towards the monk Dengcao's methods.

He could hide, but there was no need.

Because the threat is not great. If he hides like a frightened bird from a threat of this level, then wouldn’t he have practiced the Golden Light Spell in vain?

Then he felt like he was bitten by a mosquito, and a false thought was trying to influence him.

This delusion is not strong, but it is very annoying, as if there are twenty-four monks chanting sutras to you.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably collapse instantly, but for Zhang Zhiwei, it seemed insignificant and could not shake his mind at all.

However, it was not Zhang Zhiwei's style not to fight back after being beaten. It was also rude not to reciprocate. Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand and an extremely fierce palm thunder was stimulated.

"Boom!"

The blazing lightning flashed across the hideous faces of the group of Eight Banners zombies and hit the ground fifty meters ahead. The explosion caused dust to fly violently and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground.

Zhang Zhiwei naturally did not hit the ground. He instinctively hit the position of the enemy he sensed.

In the dark, all the Quanxing sect members stared at Zhang Zhiwei. When they saw him raise his hand, they knew something was wrong and immediately moved. Only the tomb guard boy, who was no longer protected by Aobai's iron corpse, was a step slower and was hit by the Yang Lei, and immediately turned into a charred corpse. A generation of evil demons, who killed countless people, ended up like this.

When the tomb-guarding boy died, the zombies under his control naturally went out of control. After being down for a while, they all fell down and lay all over the ground in a mess.

People who get Qi become strange people, animals who get Qi become monsters, and corpses who get Qi turn into zombies. These zombies can move, not because they have obtained Qi, but because the tomb-guarding boy has used the secret method of driving corpses to leave a breath of his own Qi in their bodies.

Therefore, they can move like zombies. With the death of the tomb-guarding boy, the Qi in these living corpses also dissipated, and they naturally turned into real corpses.

Everyone looked at the densely packed corpses lying on the ground, some of them were at a loss as to where to go. How come the zombies that were so aggressive just now suddenly stopped? What happened?

Just as I was wondering, I saw a group of figures flying out in the dust ahead.

The first to be hit was the monk Dengcao, who was wearing a cassock and hugging a beautiful woman.

Next came an old Taoist priest wearing a white lotus crown and a gloomy face, and a muscular man holding a big knife...all of them were filled with evil spirits.

"Brothers, this little Taoist priest has been influenced by me and his mood has dropped drastically. Let's take advantage of his weakness and kill him. Come on together!"

Monk Dengcao shouted loudly with a fierce look in his narrowed eyes.

Under his wide monk robe, his ten fingers moved rapidly, leaving afterimages, as if he was playing a grand piece of music.

All the monsters around had their own plans, but suddenly, a violent emotion began to influence their thinking.

Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head and looked at Monk Dengcao. He found that the sound that disturbed his thinking was the same as the voice of this monk.

"This bald ass is responsible for this!"

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly discovered some extremely subtle changes in his body.

It turned out that the other party was controlling his thinking by influencing his twelve meridians.

It's just that my life is too strong and the impact is too small, so when I feel it, it's too insignificant.

Therefore, the first thing he felt was the false thoughts trying to invade his mind, and only then did he notice the changes in his body.

"Although sex and life are two separate entities, they are originally of the same origin and are often together. The twelve meridians are in 'life', and thinking is in 'sex'. Through the characteristics of the twelve meridians that affect emotions, we can ultimately control thinking and spirit. This method..."

The five words "Twelve Labor Emotion Array" appeared in Zhang Zhiwei's mind, which was similar to the ability of the four madmen of Quan Xing in later generations.

"This ability is useless to me, but it is very difficult for ordinary people."

Zhang Zhiwei was about to remind him, but his mind moved, and his arm stretched out like lightning. With a "pop", the air exploded like water, and his five fingers actually pinched a neck.

The air twisted and darkened, and a figure slowly walked out. It was a man in black clothes, a turban on his head, and a long sword in his hand.

It was the shadow assassin among all the monsters in the universe. He appeared quietly and was about to stab Zhang Zhiwei in the back, but Zhang Zhiwei grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up like a chicken.

The shadow assassin struggled desperately, but seeing that he couldn't break free, he stabbed at Zhang Zhiwei's armpit with the sword in his hand, but was blocked by the golden light and could not move forward an inch.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't even look at the shadow assassin in his hand. He exerted force with his five fingers, and his fingers as strong as steel twisted the shadow assassin's throat.

He looked at the Dengcao monk, but saw that this bald donkey, who was shouting that he had been influenced by him and asked the people around him to carry him shoulder to shoulder, was running away in the opposite direction at a very fast speed.

"Want to run? This bald donkey is quite cunning!" Zhang Zhiwei was about to chase him and kill him, when suddenly, he noticed the change in the mood of the people behind him.

It turned out that in the very short period of time just now, they were also affected, and the ones who were most affected were a few reckless men.

"Lu Ci, you hit my head just now, right?" Lu Ren asked in a bad tone.

"I'm saving you for your fucking sake!" Lu Ci's tone was also very aggressive.

"Who the hell are you calling me? Do you want to be punished?" Lu Ren's anger suddenly rose.

Not only the two of them, but the people around them also became furious. The people from the Wang and Lu families had been very harmonious since they set out, but suddenly, both sides became angry and the fire quickly grew higher. They were so angry that they couldn't help but vent.

The two sides were instantly on the verge of a fight, almost to the point of head-on confrontation.

Even Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Lu felt their anger rising.

The head of the Wang family is better. After all, he is a scholar and has done a good job in self-cultivation.

But the head of the Lu family was different. When he heard Lu Ci and Lu Ren cursing, he could not suppress his anger and shouted angrily: "Two little bastards, you keep calling me 'old man' and 'fuck' me. Who are you complaining to? Are you two bastards tired of living?"

Lu Ci was choking with anger: "Old man, stop taking advantage of your age. What are you pretending for? You are old, but your cultivation is not that good. You have been cultivating for decades and it has been useless. Come on, I will show you what the real Ruyi Jin is!"

"Hehe, they are just two mediocre people who are willing to sell their heads for no reason. Let me give it a try, should I give it to you too?" Compared to the rudeness in Lu Ci's words, Lu Ren softened his tone a little.

The head of the Lu family laughed in anger: "Okay, okay, today I will put you back into the furnace and rebuild you!"

The two were about to fight immediately when a few points of golden light suddenly appeared and hit the acupoints on the right arms of Lu Ci, Lu Ren and the head of the Lu family.

"grass!"

"grass!"

……

The three of them turned their heads at the same time and looked towards the direction where the golden light came from. When they saw that the person who made the move was Zhang Zhiwei, their reactions varied.

Lu Ci's expression was originally extremely ferocious and furious, but the moment he saw Zhang Zhiwei, he instantly calmed down: "Brother Zhang, what are you doing?"

Although the tone was still a bit aggressive, it was completely different from before.

Lu Ren also became much gentler.

But the head of the Lu family was still very angry: "Mr. Zhang, Zhang Zhiwei, what are you doing?"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the monk Dengcao and decided to let the bald monk run for a while longer. He turned his head and reminded him: "Hurry up and protect the Shaoyin Meridian of the Hand and the Queyin Meridian of the Foot, you are in trouble!"

At the same time, the monk Dengcao, who was running for his life, had a look of fear on his face and was extremely horrified. He looked back as he ran, muttering to himself:

"What kind of monster is this? It has such a terrifying mind. I can't even hold it, let alone plucking it like a wire. It's too thick. I feel like I'm hitting a diamond pillar."

(End of this chapter)