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

Chapter 607: Awakening with force, even if it is a god, I will kill him without any mistake
The god of death, who had been silent and looked like a dead object, suddenly roared and his already hideous and terrifying face became even more terrifying.

Many tiny bright spots appeared around its body, and white light bands were emitted from these bright spots, quickly covering the body of the god of death, tangling together and becoming more and more dense.

Exactly ten steps away from it, between several corpses, stood Tang Jiaren, the great master of the Tang Clan. He seemed to be doing nothing, but if one practiced the method of observing external objects to the extreme, one would be able to see that in front of him were floating a large number of silent, odorless, tiny Qi balls as big as transparent water droplets. This was Dan Shi.

In the Tang Clan, there are not many people who know how to use Dan Shi, and those who do only have a few pills, and it is rare to see people with dozens of pills. Tang Jiaren's junior brother Tang Bingwen, who is now the head of the Tang Clan, only has three pills, and his junior brother Tang Houren only has one.

Tang Jiaren, on the other hand, has more than 200 of them, a cliff-like lead. This number is rare, not to mention in the contemporary Tang Sect, even in the entire history of the Tang Sect.

"Although the ninja leader on Mt. Bihe is the main target of this mission, one of these filthy things is enough. But the big guy behind him seems a little difficult to deal with. After activating the Dan Shi, it will greatly affect your actions. Use it quickly!"

With this thought in mind, Tang Jiaren held his breath and concentrated, controlling hundreds of invisible and colorless Dan Shi that were suspended in the air like water droplets, and continuously fired them into the body of the God of Death like a string of cannonballs.

This scene was also seen by others.

"When did that person appear? Why didn't I notice him?" Liu Kunsheng was very surprised. He had lived in the Northeast for a long time and had never entered the country. He knew very little about the Tang Sect.

"I had noticed this person, but his Qi suddenly disappeared. I thought he was dead, but I didn't expect that he wasn't. This person's ability to hide his Qi is terrifying!" Huang Tianliu said.

"What a powerful assassin. With such skills, I wonder which master from the Tang Sect he is?" Zhang Yi was also surprised.

Being from the Sichuan and Chongqing regions, Auntie Lan knows more about the Tang Sect and said, "This old fellow is the eldest senior brother of the Tang Sect, the Laughing King Tang Jiaren. I only knew that people from the Tang Sect were also involved here, but I didn't expect that he was the one leading the team!"

"Even though we can't see it, judging from the miserable state of the ninja leader and the evil god behind him, that should be the Tang Sect's unique skill, Dan Shi, which is known as the most powerful assassination method, right?" Zhang Yi said. As a great martial artist of Mount Longhu, he naturally had some understanding of the Tang Sect.

"I don't know," Aunt Lan said, "Dan Shi is a legend of the Tang Sect and also a legend in the martial arts world. Not many people have seen it, and most of those who have seen it have died. I didn't expect that we would have the honor of seeing it today. However, now it seems that it would be useless to see it. We will definitely not be able to see it. We only know that we will die miserably."

"Old master, I wonder if this Dan Shi can get rid of the evil god?" Huang Tianliu suddenly spoke. Zhang Yi was Zhang Zhiwei's uncle, and he was very respectful to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi stared at his bodyguard that was pierced by the hand of the god of death. He had lost control of the bodyguard. He shook his head and said, "Every profession has its own specialty. The Tang Sect's methods are first-rate in killing people, but they are not suitable for clearing mountains and destroying temples to eliminate these evil spirits."

In fact, it was just as he expected. Every time Tang Jiaren injected a pill, the roar of the god of death became more intense and the fluctuations around him became more obvious.

But since the God of Death is a soul, the body that appears is just a bit of true spirit mixed with Qi, and Dan Shi's most deadly poison has no effect on it.

So even if it was hit by hundreds of pills, only its soul body was blasted into pieces, like a hornet's nest, but its true spirit was not hurt. Instead, it was completely enraged.

It roared and screamed, wanting to harvest the soul of the little bug behind it and eat it into its stomach, torturing it for eternity, but it was reluctant to give up the strong soul in its hand. This was the strongest soul it had ever seen in thousands of years.

This delicacy, it craves very much.

Its two hands of death covered with strange black runes grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's chest and dragged it desperately, but it could not pull out Zhang Zhiwei's soul, and only pulled his body closer and closer.

This made the anxious Grim Reaper roar helplessly.

At this time, the white light stimulated by Dan Shi spread from its body to its arms, destroying the flow of Qi in its arms.

Zhang Zhiwei's body was surrounded by golden light. His half-open eyes shone brightly. His eyelids fluttered and were about to open slowly. A recoil force originating from Zhang Zhiwei's life violently shook away the two hands of death.

"Ugh!"

A huge sigh echoed between heaven and earth. The sigh came from the god of death. After wrestling for so long, it finally chose to give up in exhaustion and suddenly pulled back its hands.

On one of its arms, there were a large number of rampant soldiers and generals, as well as Zhang Yi's protective generals. All of them were taken back by it and eaten into its stomach.

Although I didn't get to eat the biggest one, I harvested so many souls that there was no need to make this trip.

Then, it snatched the dagger from its mouth, and the strange black runes on its arms leaped like musical notes and jumped onto the dagger. The blade of the dagger, which was originally the size of a dagger, suddenly turned black and began to extend outwards.

In the blink of an eye, a strangely shaped sword with a slightly curved blade appeared in his hand.

Dense black runes flow on the knife, emitting bursts of terrifying aura.

The Grim Reaper swung his sword with both hands, and the black blade light was like a streak of light, slashing towards Tang Jiaren behind him. This little bug had been tolerating him for a long time.

Tang Jiaren had already released all of Dan Shi in one breath. The Qi meridians in his body were no longer occupied, and his movements were no longer impaired. He quickly dodged using the Tang Sect's unique body movement skills.

While dodging, he also activated the purple protective poison miasma to defend against the aftermath of the Grim Reaper's attack, as well as some sneak attacks from the dark such as shurikens and darts.

After releasing the Dan Shi, Tang Jiaren looked back at the ninja leader. The ninja leader was not dead yet. At this moment, white light was emitting from his eyes, and his meridians were strong. He was still wailing in pain.

Dan Shi is the most terrifying method used by the Tang Sect. It will not take a person's life immediately, but will cause the victim to die slowly in extreme pain.

Although Tang Jiaren could release more than 200 pills at a time, why would he use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? He only gave the ninja the smallest one, which was enough to kill him, but he would not die so quickly. The rest of the big ones were given to the god of death.

These pills made the God of Death twisted, with holes all over his body. If he was a terrifying and hideous evil god in mythology before, now he is grotesque and strange, like an indescribable monster that only appears in nightmares.

"Boom!"

The huge black blade chopped down, leaving a deep black groove on the ground, but it still did not hit Tang Jiaren.

The god of death let out a roar that shook the soul and swung a huge black knife. The knife energy rushed out and covered the area like a net.

Tang Jiaren's body was protected by poisonous miasma, and the purple poison Qi took shape and flew out into large and small Qi balls.

He used his Xu Bu technique to step on the poisonous Qi and ascend to the sky. He moved swiftly in the air and dodged the attacks of the God of Death without even touching the ground.

As an assassin, Qinggong is an unavoidable topic. Tang Jiaren is a top assassin, so Qinggong is naturally top-notch as well. In the Tang Sect, he is only slightly worse than Yu Huizhong, who is number one in Xubu.

Yu Huizhong's Xubu can step on the Qi in the air without relying on any force, and perfectly avoid the dense rain of sword Qi swung by the demon. It is naturally not difficult for Tang Jiaren to do the same.

At this moment, Zhang Yi, Aunt Lan, and the other immortals suddenly turned around and looked behind them. They saw that Zhang Zhiwei, who had kept his eyes closed, had completely opened his eyes. His golden pupils were like flying stars, and he was taking a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the air in the world into his lungs. Circles of white air were rippling from his body.

Zhang Zhiwei's Qi suddenly rose, and the golden light all over his body converged. The parts that were previously scratched by the Hand of Death were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blue-green flames burned inch by inch, wrapping his whole body, as if he was covered with a coat of flame.

When many immortals saw this layer of blue-green flames, they felt a chill in their hearts, and a shudder from the depths of their souls spread throughout their bodies.

"Hahaha, Samadhi True Fire, this is a sure thing!" Aunt Lan suddenly laughed.

"This kid is awake, he's guaranteed to win!"

Zhang Yi also laughed, and as he laughed he remembered that a few years ago when Zhang Zhiwei was still young, he took them, the younger generation, down the mountain to travel and broaden their horizons.

These little guys were all chattering behind him. Now the situation has changed and it is time for him, as the elder, to follow behind the little guys and laugh.

Time is really a wonderful thing, it is very unforgiving!

After waking up, Zhang Zhiwei nodded to Zhang Yilangu and others, then put his hands together. When he separated them, he pulled out a long sword made of blue-green flames from between his palms.

The immortals were surprised at the ferocity and violence of the flaming sword, while Zhang Yilangu was surprised at Zhang Zhiwei's extraordinary control over Qi.

Zhang Zhiwei held a long sword that was shaped by the Samadhi True Fire in his hand. He acted nonchalantly with an indifferent expression, which gave people the feeling that he was not engaging in a great battle but rather cutting fruit with a long sword in his hand.

Then, Zhang Zhiwei leaped up and rushed to the top of the head of the god of death. The huge flaming sword drew a blue-green line of fire in the sky and fell heavily from the sky.

The Grim Reaper looked up at the sky, a look of astonishment appeared on his ferocious face, as if he couldn't believe that the insect in front of him with a strong soul could actually wield a knife to face him directly, and that he actually felt afraid of him.

Fear, as a god born from the islanders' fear of death, has never been afraid since it possessed spirituality. It cannot be afraid, and it will not be afraid.

It also raised the black knife in its hand, but not to chop, but to block. Although it was unwilling, its instinct made the choice for it.

The long sword made of black runes collided with the long sword made of Samadhi True Fire, but there was no sound at all. The black sword, which was so invincible just now, was easily cut in half by the blade of Samadhi True Fire, just like butter under a hot knife.

Zhang Zhiwei and the Grim Reaper passed each other and landed steadily on the ground, but the Grim Reaper froze in place with a ferocious expression on his face, as if the pause button had been pressed and he just stopped moving.

In the night, everything seemed to be silent in an instant.

Until Zhang Zhiwei swung the knife casually, the blade formed a perfect arc, the flame spread out in a fan shape, and formed a blue-green fire line in the air.

This scene is very similar to the scene when a swordsman kills someone in the rain, and the battle is over. The swordsman draws his sword and blood surges, hitting the bamboo forest.

The blue-green flaming sword slowly entered Zhang Zhiwei's palm. Behind Zhang Zhiwei, the frozen Grim Reaper suddenly raised one hand to the sky, uttered a silent wail, and its body slowly split into two.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Amidst a sound like ghosts howling, a thick black fog surged out from the body of the God of Death. The rampant soldiers and generals that had been eaten by the God of Death before, and even the guardian gods, didn't even have time to gather their bodies and fled into the distance in a swarm.

After they left, the two bodies of the God of Death suddenly burst into flames and tilted to the left and right. When they were about to hit the ground, they suddenly collapsed and turned into a wave of fire that swept around, and finally slowly extinguished and disappeared into the air.

The death god's demise this time is different from a normal collapse. Normally, even if it is destroyed, only its Qi will dissipate, but its true spirit will remain intact. When summoned next time, it will still arrive in its prime.

But this time, the true spirit that descended with it was destroyed by the Samadhi True Fire. Although it would not cause it to completely disappear from the island country, the partial loss of its true spirit would greatly reduce its spirituality, reduce its abilities, and even cause it to fall asleep. It would take a long time to make up for it.

If during this period its belief decreases, it may even slowly disappear, just like many local beliefs that have disappeared in history.

Before the death, the God of Death vomited out everything he had eaten. This made Zhang Yi's eyes light up. The connection between him and the guardian general was restored. With a thought, he quickly controlled the guardian general to return to his position, and then cast a spell to gather those escaped soldiers and generals.

Not far away, Tang Jiaren landed and turned to look at Zhang Zhiwei, shocked: "What a powerful method! This flame looks very much like the legendary Samadhi Fire created by Zhuge Wuhou!"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at his feet with the corner of his eye. The ninja leader was already dead. He had died before the Samadhi True Fire bloomed, killed by the pill.

His whole body was extremely twisted, his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets, his mouth was wide open, and his tongue was bitten off by himself, which shows the pain he endured before his death.

"Is this Dan Shi?" Zhang Zhiwei said to himself. No wonder even a powerful big-eared thief had to beg Feng Baobao to kill him and free him.

Then, he looked at Tang Jiaren and was about to speak when he suddenly felt something move in his heart. He realized that someone was talking about him and turned his head to look.

In a corner of the battlefield in the distance, Li Ding, who was hanging at the end and covered with pangolin-like scales, seemed to be the last one to be cut off. He was hit and sent flying by another big man dressed as a Japanese pirate, with an iron stick in his hand, bare upper body and wearing wooden clogs.

The iron rod was so powerful that it broke Li Ding's scaly armor, revealing his scarred skin.

Li Ding fell heavily to the ground, the scales on his upper body were completely broken, leaving only the visor on his head and some scales on his lower body intact.

"Strong defense, but below me!"

The Japanese pirate was surrounded by blue light, holding an iron rod and walking towards us with his neck twisted.

Li Ding stared at the Japanese pirate who was striding towards him and noticed the blue light around him.

"A defensive method like the Golden Light Mantra!" He inexplicably thought of the little Taoist priest from that year, and the scene when he was defeated. As he thought about it, he actually laughed.

"You are far inferior to that little Taoist priest's Golden Light Spell!"

He roared and scattered all the remaining scales on his body, removing all defenses, ready to launch a final attack and fight his opponent to the death.

[When I am extremely busy at work, I have to take out my phone to write something during meal time. When I have some free time, I start to procrastinate again. What a fall! ]

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