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

The entire sacred tree was burning in blue flames.

The roots, leaves, tree men... everything turned into firewood for the burning Samadhi Fire, making a heart-pounding crackling sound.

The divine soul was burning, and the sacred tree and the tree people in it were roaring and trembling.

The sacred tree raised its crown unwillingly, and a huge face emerged from the crown. The stars were reflected in its open eyes, but the expression was hideous and terrifying.

It was once a god revered by countless people, but it was imprisoned like a prisoner on an isolated island deep in the sea, and now it was forced to such a point by a young boy.

The sacred tree was enraged with rage, and golden light was emitted all around it. It was going to use some means to extinguish the flames and then eliminate the blasphemer who had usurped the authority of the gods.

But at this moment, thunder roared above the blue-green flames, and a golden figure fell from the sky.

The forty-meter-long sword in Zhang Zhiwei's hand was like the sword of Damocles falling from the sky, and it cut off half of the tree crown with one sword.

The sacred tree was furious, but it did not sit still and wait for death. Even when it was being burned by the Samadhi True Fire, it still grew branches and continued to attack Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei swung his sword and cut off the burning tree roots. When the two sides clashed, there was a loud noise.

The sacred tree was roaring, and Zhang Zhiwei let out a roar that was even more terrifying than the roar of the sacred tree.

King Nathan and his guards watched this battle with agony on their faces, and the sound from the sacred tree made their souls tremble.

The "National Master" was lurking in the dark, scratching his head. He had known that the sacred tree was very powerful, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

Fortunately, the big-faced thief didn't let it deal with the sacred tree, otherwise it would definitely be in trouble.

But what made it even more worried was that the big-faced thief was so strong. It had originally thought that while the two sides were fighting, the fisherman would gain the advantage, but now it seemed that this idea had failed.

Even though it could see that the big-faced thief was not unscathed, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse, and it would not dare to go up and pick peaches.

The last time it took action was when the Big-Faced Thief was practicing, but this time it was in a battle, so the situation was completely different.

If it jumps out to cause trouble at this time and fails, given the character of the big-faced thief, he will definitely kill it.

It will not gamble its life and property on such a low chance, and it will not easily defect unless it is absolutely sure.

If the Samadhi True Fire had not been burning too strongly, it would have wanted to jump over to lend a helping hand to the Big-Faced Thief.

On the other side, Lu Jin, Lu Ci and others were watching in amazement.

They had seen Zhang Zhiwei take action many times, but never once as fiercely as this one.

"Is this the purpose of Senior Brother Zhang coming to Nasen Island? To see the powerful existence in the Western system and fight with it. This trip is worthwhile for both Senior Brother Zhang and us!"

Lu Ci sighed in his heart, he didn't think it was unfair to go to someone else's island to fight a big battle. In the alien world, strength is respected, so aren't there enough cases of people going to challenge others?

The same was true for Lu Jin. After all, it was the Nasen guards who took the first action after arriving on the island.

Even though there are some misunderstandings, you have already taken ruthless action, so it makes sense whether you resolve the misunderstandings or take direct action.

Lu Jin is a stubborn person, but he is not a saint. He will not be so petty as to make a fuss about such a small matter.

What a pity, Huaiyi didn't come with me! Tian Jinxin sighed in his heart and quickly looked towards the battlefield.

The sacred tree has completely turned into a huge bonfire, and the Dongfeng sword in Zhang Zhiwei's hand is like an iron hook for stirring the fire.

While fiddling with the fire, he spit out blue-green flames, adding fuel to the flames, making the Samadhi Fire even more turbulent.

This horrifying scene was clearly visible even to the gods and people in the royal city. They had no idea what was happening there, but as the people of the sacred tree, they instinctively felt sad. Some fell to the ground, while others held their heads and cried...

In the center of the battlefield wrapped in flames, the tip of a flaming sword slashed down flatly, and a pale face fell from the air. Zhang Zhiwei actually cut off the anthropomorphic face that had just grown out of the sacred tree.

The face rolled to the ground, and Zhang Zhiwei inserted the sword horizontally into the trunk of the sacred tree. He stood on the hilt and looked down.

It seemed that he was going to win this battle, but Zhang Zhiwei could feel that the sacred tree was not in its prime and did not show its due strength.

Of course, Zhang Zhiwei was not unscathed. Ordinary external injuries were not worth mentioning and had been repaired by him using his red hands, but the damage to his life could not be recovered so quickly.

At this moment, he felt as if his life and death were crushed by a huge rock, but he did not show any expression of pain. It was not that he was pretending to be calm to prevent the "National Master" from attacking him, but that it really could not affect him. This could only be regarded as a minor injury and he would be fine after a few days of recovery.

As for the "national teacher's" little thoughts, Zhang Zhiwei knew them all, and he was not afraid of this guy causing trouble.

However, this "national teacher" was very self-aware. He was right. If he really dared to jump out and cause trouble in such a situation, Zhang Zhiwei would kill him on the spot without waiting for the consequences.

Zhang Zhiwei had no intention of prying too much into the mental journey of the "national teacher". He just lowered his head and looked down at the face of the sacred tree.

The face of the sacred tree fell heavily to the ground, and was enveloped by blue flames. Its face was hideous and distorted, but its eyes were as bright as stars, and still as calm as a well.

"What a powerful method, it seems to be specially designed to deal with... us!"

The chopped-off face of the sacred tree spoke, and the Samadhi True Fire was indeed powerful. It could damage its origin, but it could not burn it all at once. The monkey would need to refine it for a long time.

Zhang Zhiwei looked into its eyes, pondered what the sacred tree had just said, and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

The sacred tree did not answer him, but just laughed ferociously.

Zhang Zhiwei did not continue to ask, he thought about the Samadhi True Fire. In fact, he had some doubts just now.

"Perhaps, Samadhi True Fire is not a simple magic!"

This simplicity is even more special compared to the Eight Miracles.

The reason why this idea came up is that the Samadhi True Fire is very different from ordinary magical techniques.

Although it is the unique skill of Wuhou School, it does not have much connection with Wuhou Qimen, unlike the Turtle Fly Body and the Luanjin Watchman in Fenghou Qimen, which complement each other.

It is very abrupt. Although it involves a lot of numerology knowledge and can be regarded as a unique skill of the sorcerer, it also has many non-numerology requirements, such as physical strength.

In order to meet this requirement, sorcerers are even forced to practice such horizontal training methods as oil hammering and iron ruler hitting ribs. If you think about it carefully, this is really contrary to the practice system of Wuhou School. If you are a normal Wuhou School genius, you will learn numerology at the age of ten, and master the nine palaces and eight trigrams at the age of twenty, and master the nine palaces and eight trigrams.

At the age of thirty, he mastered the eight gates of the human plate, understood life and death, good and bad fortune, and the eight gates of magic. At the age of forty, he mastered the eight gods of the divine plate, comprehended yin and yang, and mastered the eight gods of magic.

At the age of fifty, you have mastered the nine stars in the sky plate and can observe celestial phenomena, deduce the general situation of the world, etc. At the age of sixty, the four plates are integrated. You feel that you have reached the highest level in numerology and want to practice the unique numerology left by Wu Hou - Samadhi True Fire.

But at this time you find that to practice this, you actually need a very strong life cultivation, and even this is not enough, you also need to use various self-mutilation-like training methods to improve your physical strength.

You looked at your sixty-year-old self. After years of studying mathematics, your eyes were shining and you were full of energy, but your body was badly weakened.

How can this old and frail body withstand the hammering of oil on the head and the beating of iron bars on the ribs? Isn't this going to kill you?
But if you don't go through all this and directly practice Samadhi True Fire, even that will be a dead end.

This is equivalent to stepping into a dead end.

If one wants to succeed in cultivation, one must start from a young age, practicing numerology, tempering one's life, and training one's body at the same time.

Each of these three items requires a lot of effort and energy. It is already very difficult to achieve success in just one of them, and it is almost impossible to achieve perfection in all three. This has also led to the fact that no one in the Wu Hou sect has been able to learn the Samadhi True Fire for a long time.

It can be said that the appearance of Samadhi True Fire in Wuhou Sect is very abrupt and inconsistent. It is neither complementary to each other like Turtle Fly Body and Fenghou Qimen, nor is it inherited from the same line like Golden Light and Thunder Method.

It is more like a product created by Wu Hou in his later years specifically to target certain things.

In the past, Zhang Zhiwei always thought that Wu Hou created this method to deal with the divine descent technique of the Tianshi Mansion, but now it seems that perhaps Wu Hou had a bigger plan, but unfortunately, he did not complete it.

Then, Zhang Zhiwei thought of the ending of Wu Hou. Some people said that his innate qi was exhausted during the Northern Expedition, and he was trying to prolong his life by placing the Seven Star Lamp at Wuzhangyuan, but Wei Yan broke in, and he failed to prolong his life and died.

Some people also say that Wu Hou gathered fifteen sacrifices, including the Three Wonders and Six Instruments, at Wuzhangyuan in order to use the Guiyuan Formation to obtain the power to reach the sky in order to successfully prolong his life and save the Han Dynasty. Unfortunately, he failed at the last moment.

Zhang Zhiwei is more inclined to the second one, because Zhuge Qing also mentioned this matter in the plot.

As for the Guiyuan Formation, it is a very impractical method because in order to use it, the people standing in the special palace must coincide with the specific time.

The more people enter the formation, the more time is needed to coordinate. If fifteen people are required to activate the Guiyuan Formation at once, the difficulty is no less than relying on luck to come up with a fifteen-digit password.

This is almost impossible in terms of natural celestial phenomena, unless one masters the Fenghou Qimen that can move the four plates at will. In the plot, it is also thanks to Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing that this magic can be performed.

Wu Hou dared to use fifteen sacrifices to set up this formation. Either he was a fool, or he knew Fenghou Qimen.

Wu Hou was the wisest man. He even single-handedly made the surname Zhuge carry the meaning of wisdom. He was certainly not a fool.

He is definitely good at Fenghou Qimen, maybe even the Eight Qiji, or even more.

But he did not keep these unique skills, even the Fenghou Qimen, and only left the Samadhi True Fire. The Fenghou Qimen was very risky, so it was normal not to keep it, but the risk of the Samadhi True Fire was also not small.

He passed down such an ability that was not in line with the sect's practice direction, and passed it down in every detail. There must be a deep meaning behind it.

What does he want to do with this ability? Against whom?
Zhang Zhiwei looked at the sacred tree. There was no need to explain the answer. Tianshi Mansion, Nasen Island, Buddhism, and even the Huode Sect under the protection of the Holy Fire, although these things appear different in outward manifestations, they are actually the same thing.

Is this what Wu Hou wants to deal with? Then, if Wu Hou fails, will it also be...

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Wu Hou's stance had nothing to do with him. It was hard to say whether the major factions were on the side of order or chaos.

He looked at the sacred tree. Under the burning of the Samadhi True Fire, the huge tree body was collapsing. Huge branches fell from the sky, but they no longer flashed golden light and turned into powder before they hit the ground.

The vitality of the sacred tree was cut off. King Nasen and the Nasen guards knelt on the ground, looking at the doomsday scene before them, tears streaming down their faces, sobbing uncontrollably. Their sky had collapsed.

"Qiang!"

The sacred tree weathered, and the Dongfeng sword could no longer be inserted steadily. It returned to its original shape from a forty-meter form, fell from the air, and pierced straight into the ground.

Zhang Zhiwei also landed on the ground, stepped on the hilt of the big sword, and looked down at the face that was cut off from the sacred tree.

Most of the area around the face was burned away, leaving only the facial features in the middle, but it could not hold out for long in the Samadhi True Fire.

"Stop pretending. You are not dead. You just want to use me to fake your death and get away!" Zhang Zhiwei said softly with a calm face.

The small half of the sacred tree's face paused, but did not answer.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the sacred tree and combined some of the information he knew, and said:

"In fact, when I first saw you, I knew what you were planning, but I didn't expose you. Instead, I cooperated with you."

"Strictly speaking, it's not cooperation, because I just want to see what the highest masterpiece of your alchemy system is like. As for your grudges and hatreds, I don't really care."

"If you try your best, I can help you, but you are too weak. I am not satisfied, so I don't plan to cooperate with you!"

The sacred tree looked at him calmly without answering, as if it wanted to ask, why don't you cooperate? But before it could open its mouth, it was burned to ashes by the Samadhi True Fire.

As the face of the sacred tree was burned, the entire huge sacred tree turned into ashes, and the Samadhi True Fire went out without firewood.

Zhang Zhiwei also released the golden balls from Lu Jin, Lu Ci and the others, and they rushed over at the fastest speed in their lives.

King Nathan and his guards knelt on the ground in despair and daze. They could not accept the demise of the sacred tree.

"Brother, we won. You destroyed the sacred tree. This battle was so exciting. When you go back, you must tell your fellow brothers about it!" Tian Jin said excitedly.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, "It's not over yet, so it can't be considered eliminated."

"What do you mean?" Several people were puzzled and asked quickly.

Zhang Zhiwei never liked to be the one who hides the answer. He looked at the collapsed King Nathan and the Nathan guards beside him and said:

"They all have branches and roots of the sacred tree in their bodies. Remember what I once told me? The subjectivity that has been polished to the extreme can coexist with the objectivity and thus achieve eternal life."

"Even if I burn the exposed body of the sacred tree, the roots, and even the sacred forest, it can still be revived through the branches on Wang Hewei's body." (End of this chapter)