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

Chapter 758: Defeating the Devil with One Hand, Wang Ai's Year-end Bonus
"Brother Zhang, we handled it cleanly and neatly, and no one was left alive." Lu Ci clapped his hands and said, this Jingguan is his masterpiece.

Lu Jin stood aside without saying anything. Although what Lu Ci did was a bit excessive, it was just killing the Japanese pirates. No matter how ruthless he was, it was understandable. He didn't say a word of objection the whole time, and of course, he didn't help either.

"Well done, very efficient!" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile. He took a look at the Jingguan, and the Japanese pirates inside died in different ways.

From the way they died, we can roughly tell who did it.

Tian Jin used the Tiantong Finger Technique, and the man with the bloody hole on his forehead was shot by him.

Lu Jin used the Tiantong Divine Sword, which means he condensed the sword energy at his fingertips to form laser-like sword energy. Enemies killed in this way basically did not leave an intact body.

Old Lu, this guy, looks kindhearted, but he is the most vicious when it comes to his actions... Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself.

As for the most ruthless Lu Ci, he used the Ruyi Force which was specifically designed to injure people's internal organs. The people killed by him were the most decent, with at most blood coming out of their mouths and noses. This kind of corpse was the most common.

As for Zhang Huaiyi, he used the Golden Light Curse. His Golden Light Curse was the sharpest, but he was a master of details. He was very measured in his attacks, and his attacks were fast, fierce and accurate. Basically, he only hurt the vital parts. He would not split people in half or cut them in half like Lu Jin did.

In addition, there were some corpses in the pile with bruised faces, twisted limbs, and broken bones. These were all left by Chen Zhen. There were not many such corpses.

As for Wang Ai, this guy was just slacking off openly, and no Japanese pirate died under his magic.

However, no one said anything about this. They were all rushing to kill, so why would they blame others for slacking off? Besides, they were already used to it. Fighting and killing were just left to them. Wang Ai was responsible for paying them.

Lu Ci said excitedly: "Brother, didn't you say before that when we were in Liaodong, Senior Lan Gu built a Jingguan and refined a Lengtan Cangbing? How about you build one too? There was a lot of shouting and killing just now. I estimate that the Japanese pirates will come to check it out soon. Make a Cangbing and kill them by surprise when they come."

Lu Jin objected, "Hedgehog, the Hongkou Dojo is in the downtown area. It's not a good idea to have a cold altar here. Although it can kill some pirates, it will also affect the innocent residents around. The gain is not worth the loss. It's better for us to ambush here and kill them by surprise."

Zhang Zhiwei said: "It's really not necessary. Lengtan Cangbing is too troublesome and needs to be refined. I'll just grab a ready-made one for you!"

"Catch a ready-made one? Where is it?" everyone was puzzled.

Immediately, Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand and grabbed in the air in front of him.

"Ah ah ah..."

A sharp howl suddenly rang out throughout the dojo.

This shrill howl was not an ordinary sound. It seemed as if it did not pass through the ears, but resounded directly in the mind, making the scalp numb and goose bumps appear.

"What's that sound? Is there another expert here?!" Chen Zhen was shocked and immediately concentrated his Qi in his Dantian, ready for battle.

He was a warrior, and usually came into contact with people who specialized in martial arts. He didn't know much about magic, and had never fought against an evil spirit, so he had some doubts in his mind.

The others knew that this was a mental attack, but they were not afraid. They all cheered up and tried to find the source of the sound. It was hidden quite deeply, so they didn't find it. If it weren't for Senior Brother Zhang's keen perception, he would have escaped.

"You are playing tricks on me, come and die."

Zhang Zhiwei snorted disdainfully, golden flames boiling in his eyes, and his divine eyes saw through everything at a glance. Then he used his magical power "Jie Yin" to gather the power of faith, which turned into a big hand and grabbed down fiercely.

He gained this ability from Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun, which not only can guide souls, but also has a very strong suppressive power on the existence of soul bodies.

Zhang Zhiwei's own strength is very suppressive, and when coupled with the Guiding Hand, the effect produced is almost as good as the Soul Binding and General Sent Out among the Eight Great Skills.

A strong black energy was caught by him.

The black energy gathered in the air and turned into a one-eyed evil ghost that was more than two meters tall, with knotty muscles, a dark blue body, fangs like swords, a horn on its forehead, a green face and fangs.

As soon as the evil ghost appeared, it roared angrily, and black energy surged all over its body, transforming into green fireballs that continuously bombarded the big hand that caught it, but it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, unable to create the slightest wave.

It is the ghost god worshipped in the Hongkou Dojo, and is the guardian god invited from the Ise Shrine to protect the place.

Under the current circumstances, it should have come out to meet the enemy long ago, but it was frightened by the scene of Zhang Zhiwei killing Zhai Teng with a flick of his finger, so it did not come out immediately.

Later, Zhang Zhiwei killed the demon Eita with a slap, and even the demon sword that frightened it was gone. It dared not come out anymore, and could only lie dormant deep underground, trying its best to hide its Qi, and watched helplessly as a large number of martial arts gym members were killed on the ground, not daring to move at all.

But unexpectedly, even though it had hidden so deeply, it was still grabbed out without any room for resistance.

“Roar…”

It roared continuously, mobilizing all its strength and struggling with all its might.

"You are just a grain of sand, don't overestimate your abilities!"

Zhang Zhiwei snorted coldly, golden flames boiling in his eyes, and his pupils were like flying stars. He wanted to use his divine eyes to ignite the ghost and burn it to ashes, but he changed his mind and had a better way to deal with it.

I saw his hands clenched in the air slowly tighten.

The big hand holding the one-horned ghost god in the air also slowly tightened.

The ghosts and gods in the palm of the big hand wailed and struggled, but no matter how they struggled, they could not escape the Five Finger Mountain of the big hand.

The big hand tightened little by little, and the ghost's body was crushed into a ball of black energy, which was spinning in the palm of the hand. The surface of the ball revealed a ghost face of pain and struggle.

"come over!"

Zhang Zhiwei's mind moved and he withdrew his hand.

The ghost in the big hand also returned to his palm, turned into the size of a basketball, and hovered three inches above his palm.

"Sir, since I came here, I have not harmed anyone except for the daily supply of incense. Please, let me go!" The ghost begged bitterly.

It actually lied. It had been several years since it came here from the Ise Shrine. During this period, people from the Hongkou Dojo would capture a few living people to sacrifice to it every once in a while.

These sacrifices were basically people from Shenzhou. It had eaten no less than several thousand people. Every time it ate one, it would digest some of the person's memories.

With so many people coming, his Chinese, including various dialects, is even more standard than Zhang Zhiwei's.

Generally, evil ghosts will have a strong aura of resentment and evil on their bodies as long as they harm people. However, this ghost is a god canonized by Shintoism and is worshipped with incense. The aura of resentment and evil on its body is covered up by the power of incense and faith.

Chen Zhen looked at this scene with a surprised look on his face. This was the first time he had seen such a bizarre thing. Would the little Taoist priest have any sympathy? How would he handle it? Help him to transcend?
"This ghost thing says it has never hurt anyone, but I don't believe it." Lu Ci sneered.

"I don't believe it either." Lu Jin said, "It is said in the Zizhi Tongjian that the Japanese know small etiquette but not great righteousness; they are particular about small matters but not great virtue; they value small matters but not integrity; they fear power but not virtue; when they are strong, they will rob and invade; when they are weak, they will be submissive. They have evil intentions and cannot be trusted."

He suggested: "Brother Zhang, just strangle him to death." "Stop showing off your little culture and just say the last sentence!" Lu Ci said unhappily.

"Unlearned and unskillful!" Lu Jin replied with a sneer.

"You don't have to worry about this." Zhang Huaiyi said silently beside him: "Brother and our fellow disciples are eager to kill each other, let alone dealing with this kind of alien monster. If he didn't kill the other party on the spot, he must be making him suffer a fate worse than death."

"Huaiyi is right." Tian Jinzhong said.

"Leaving it will certainly be useful!" Zhang Zhiwei said. He pretended not to hear the ghost's plea for mercy, picked up the leech ball in the shape of a Tang Dynasty horizontal sword, and slammed the ball of black qi that the ghost had transformed into into it.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. It would be a pity to kill it. It is better to throw it into a leech ball to let it glow and heat up.

As soon as the ghost entered the knife, it immediately caused the knife spirit to counterattack.

If this ghost is good at swordsmanship, the sword spirit might challenge him to a fair one-on-one sword fight.

But it was not good at it, so the sword spirit controlled a bunch of residual souls, rushed forward, and ate it up.

Zhang Zhiwei noticed that after eating this ghost, the strength of the residual souls in the leech pill increased to varying degrees, among which the sword spirit increased the most.

"It can capture the souls of living beings, extract skills, devour the souls of the dead, and increase strength. This sword has a high degree of plasticity."

Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself: "Those scumbags in Bihe Mountain have failed to bring out the true power of this knife!"

In fact, he was not too surprised by Hirumaru's ability. It was normal for this kind of innate spiritual weapon to have some special features.

In comparison, it is even one level higher than the Tiantong Greatsword. After all, the Tiantong Greatsword is just a magic sword with special abilities and does not have spirituality.

This is the difference between magic weapons and spiritual weapons.

Of course, spirituality can be good or bad. If it favors the master, it is good. If it turns against the master, it is bad.

And Hirimaru happens to be the one who turns against his master. The so-called demon is just trying to find a fragile balance between good and evil.

However, that is now in the past. Hirumaru is now a spiritual weapon that serves its master wholeheartedly.

"Brother, when did you get this Tang sword?" Zhang Huaiyi asked in surprise when he saw Zhang Zhiwei put the ghost into a Tang sword.

He looked at the Tang sword and felt inexplicably familiar with it, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Zhang Zhiwei did not hide anything and gave a brief account of the matter concerning Hirudo pills.

"No wonder it looks familiar. It turns out to be the weapon of the Japanese pirate you just killed." Zhang Huaiyi said with sudden realization.

"Killing people and devouring souls, there is such a magic sword in this world?" Chen Zhen said in amazement: "No wonder that Japanese man named Eita can often use some of the methods of our martial arts school, it turns out that he relies on this sword."

At this point, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Zhang Zhiwei: "Thank you, little master, for letting those fellow martial artists who were killed by this devil's sword rest in peace!"

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand: "It's just a small favor, it should be so."

"Brother Zhang, are you planning to use this evil sword?" Lu Jin asked.

"Whether a sword is evil or righteous depends on the person," said Lu Ci.

"You want it?" Lu Jin asked him back.

"It's not impossible for me to want it. I don't mind anyway." Lu Ci said.

Speaking of which, he was really tempted by this knife. As long as he killed his opponent, he could gain his opponent's ability. Who wouldn't want that? Although this ability couldn't be improved through practice, it was also very powerful.

Not to mention Lu Ci, even Chen Zhen next to him was somewhat tempted, but that was all, and he did not have any improper intentions towards the knife.

Zhang Huaiyi looked at it carefully for a few times and then gave up. What's the use of having more abilities that can't be improved through practice? Wasn't the demon named Eita slapped to death by his senior brother? It's just an external object. The most important thing is to be strong yourself.

Wang Ai opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He wanted it too, but since Lu Ci had already spoken, it would be inappropriate for him to snatch it from him. Besides, Senior Brother Zhang’s fellow disciples hadn’t spoken yet.

He was still struggling when, with a clang, a straight long knife was inserted in front of him.

"It's just a tool. There's no question of good or evil. Erbi, you'd better practice your Ruyi Zhenjin well. That's the right way. This knife will be more effective on Fatty. Just give it to Fatty. After all, you are the archbishop of the church. You can't do without some means to support yourself." Zhang Zhiwei said.

Such a good thing could actually happen to me?! Wang Ai looked at Zhiwan in front of him and was immediately surprised and delighted. He immediately thanked Zhang Zhiwei and said that he would definitely develop the Tiantong Church in the future and live up to Senior Brother Zhang's cultivation.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, "I'll give you a magic sword. Make it bigger and stronger, and create brilliance."

"It must be brilliant!" Wang Ai laughed.

When Lu Ci saw that the magic sword was in Wang Ai's hand, he stopped talking and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, Fatty. Now that you have this thing, no one will dare to look down on you. Want to try it out?"

Wang Ai looked at Zhang Zhiwei and asked for his opinion.

Zhang Zhiwei said: "Try it, the sword spirit will assist you, remember not to fight it."

Wang Ai nodded, then picked up the long knife. The moment he picked it up, he suddenly became dazed.

A blurry black and white picture appeared in his vision as if the screen was refreshed. A man with disheveled hair and disrespectful facial features rushed towards him with a smile.

Every time the black and white picture refreshed the screen, the man with blurred features seemed to teleport closer to him.

"Fuck, what the hell is this?"

When Wang Ai suddenly saw this scene, he felt his scalp tingling, cursed, and subconsciously turned around and wanted to run.

But as soon as he turned around, before he could take a step, the man without facial features came up behind him and rushed into his body.

Wang Ai's computer suddenly crashed. He was still running with a look of fear on his face. He just stood there motionless, as if the pause button had been pressed.

People outside looked at Wang Ai in confusion, wondering why he suddenly made this strange posture.

(End of this chapter)