Under One Person: Since I am alone, I can dominate the world

Zhang Taichu's eyes flashed with golden light, and he continued, "Where did that come from?"

"My sister, Qu Tong."

"Oh? Is that Qu Tong from Yaoxing Society?"

"Ah."

"Where is she?"

"Mountain."

Ma Xianhong said this blankly, pointing his finger to the middle of the mountain where the faint sound of the fight came from. Then his mind suddenly woke up.

Zhang Taichu put away the little trick of mental cholera, threw the parts in his hand to Zhang Chulan in the distance, and said, "Put it away."

Ma Xianhong, who had regained consciousness, looked at the dishevelled Taoist in front of him. His mind was shaken, and he had already realized who the other person was. He confirmed with a bitter face, "Are you Taichu Zhenren from Mount Longhu?"

Zhang Taichu nodded slightly and said with a smile, "It's me."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong's face wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

His most admired idol smashed his most beloved furnace. His head was buzzing at the moment, but he could not bear the hatred at all. He only felt a strong sense of powerlessness. He was tangled in his heart. Finally, he raised his head unwillingly and asked: "Master, why did you destroy my self-cultivation furnace?"

Zhang Taichu asked back: "Why did you build this self-cultivation furnace?"

Ma Xianhong said without hesitation: "The world is united!"

As he spoke, he forced himself to stand up, took two steps back, and repeated firmly: "I want to build this self-cultivation furnace so that everyone can cultivate Qi, so that there will no longer be a distinction between ordinary people and extraordinary people in this world, and the world will be united!"

Zhang Taichu smiled and said, "How can you be sure that everyone wants to use your self-cultivation furnace to become an extraordinary person? Or are you just pursuing your own selfish desires and don't care about these things at all?"

Ma Xianhong said: "Obtaining Qi can strengthen the body, make the spirit complete and full of energy, and prolong life. All living beings will naturally be willing."

Zhang Taichu said: "There are millions of sentient beings, all of whom come because of desire, and will inevitably be disturbed by it. Everything is just what you think is right."

Ma Xianhong said: "When I establish the New Jiejiao, I will educate them and stop them from doing evil. I will first let the good people obtain Qi and refine their bodies."

Zhang Taichu asked, "How do you distinguish between good and evil? Do you think that you can judge the good and evil of all beings and rank them according to your own ideas? What kind of world harmony is this?"

Ma Xianhong's face froze, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment. After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "There will always be chaos and pain in the process of change, just like you, the senior, swept through Quanxing."

Zhang Taichu laughed: "But in this world, black and white coexist in opposition and are difficult to separate. This is the way of heaven. Even I dare not say that I can wipe out all the darkness in the world. How can you do it?"

"Is it just this self-cultivation furnace that gives you the confidence?"

Ma Xianhong's face turned pale and blue, and he found himself at a loss as to how to answer. He was puzzled as to why there were so many loopholes in his previous thoughts.

Zhang Taichu continued: "If one has the Way but no technique, one can seek the technique; if one has the technique but no Way, one will only be limited to the technique."

"You need to use the self-cultivation furnace to give all living beings powerful strength. However, if you cultivate strength without cultivating your body, you will only lead all living beings into disorder and chaos."

"You said that you established the New Jie Sect and could educate billions of sentient beings and bring peace to the world. But even if the saints of ancient times were reborn, I don't think they could achieve what you said."

"So I ask, Ma Xianhong, how can you do this? Or is everything just to satisfy your own selfish desires?"

Ma Xianhong's face turned red and he scratched his head frantically. When he thought about it carefully, he felt a cracking pain in his brain.

"Woo..."

Cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he was horrified to find that the thoughts and memories in his mind were very vague!

Chapter 205 Zhang Chulan: It feels better to hug someone

At this time, Ma Xianhong pressed his head with both hands and looked very painful.

He tried his best to search his mind for anything that could be used to refute Zhang Taichu's arguments, to prove the feasibility and correctness of his ideal.

But what was maddening was that he found that his previous deep-rooted sense of belief, when he thought about it carefully, was like rootless duckweed.

And the harder he tried to recall, the more pain he felt in his head, as if his brain was being kneaded by an invisible hand!

"Woo..."

Ma Xianhong growled, his eyes filled with pain.

Zhang Taichu, who took all of this in his sight, had a strange look in his eyes. He suddenly stretched out a finger and tapped the other person's forehead.

In an instant, Ma Xianhong's body shook, and he immediately froze in place, with his head held high, his eyes wide open, motionless, his mouth wide open, letting saliva flow down the corners of his mouth, twitching from time to time, as if he were having an epileptic seizure.

The few people with higher aptitude on the other side saw that something was not right, but they could only stare with wide eyes and worry, and they didn't have the courage to come forward to stop it.

"Tsk, this Biyou Village is a small mountain village, but there are many strange people and strange things."

Zhang Taichu frowned, then suddenly withdrew his fingers, causing the latter's eyes to regain clarity. He no longer screamed like crazy, but lowered his head and gasped, already sweating profusely.

"Your soul is seriously damaged, and you don't even realize it. It seems like you have met the wrong person."

He said calmly, and took another step, heading towards another part of the village, leaving behind a message: "Zhang Chulan, keep an eye on him."

When he passed by those top-level people, he looked at their respectful appearance and said, "Also, keep an eye on these few people. Hand them over to Natutong together."

After saying that, he took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhang Chulan waved goodbye until Zhang Taichu disappeared. Then he turned around, put his hands on his chest, raised his head and looked at Jin Meng and the others, groaning, "Brothers, why don't you just surrender and surrender right here?"

"Why, is it that my master's words don't work?"

After these words were spoken, several people with superior talents looked at each other. Although they were unwilling, they did not have the courage to disobey Zhang Taichu. They could only obediently withdraw their true Qi and walk aside.

Zhang Chulan's eyes were bright, and he felt that most of the frustration he had felt from being beaten up earlier had been released.

It’s still more comfortable to hug someone’s thighs!

……

the other side.

Zhang Taichu followed the fluctuations of Qi that he sensed, and when he took the next step, he had already arrived at a place in the southwest of the village.

There was a blue glow reflecting the sky, covering an area of ​​dozens of feet, and there was a strange wave lingering around. Although he could not see the specific shape, he recognized it at a glance. It was the Nine Palaces, Four Plates and Eight Trigrams Formation of Fenghou Qimen!

The place where the Fenghou formation diagram was located had already turned into a barrier, with several figures fighting each other. It was obvious that Wang Ye was being beaten up by a group of people, but he did not fall into a disadvantage. Instead, he gained the upper hand and defeated the other four with superior aptitudes.

Zhang Taichu watched quietly for a while, then praised: "Little Wang, I haven't seen you for a while. Your magic skills are even better than when you were at the Luotian Grand Ceremony."

Wang Ye, who had already noticed Zhang Taichu, laughed loudly and used the Fire Meteor. After forcing the four enemies to retreat, he took the initiative to remove the barrier, bowed and said, "Wang Ye, I pay my respects to Master Taichu!"

Zhang Taichu nodded, "Yes, you are a good kid, better than that kid Zhang Chulan."

Wang Ye touched the back of his neck and grinned, "There's no need to compare myself with that kid Zhang Chulan. You know, we are different."

Zhang Taichu shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Speaking of which, tonight is really lively. What is the attraction of Biyou Village that attracted you here?"

"Why, are you here for the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements as well? Don't be like Zhuge Qing, obsessed with it."

Wang Ye looked surprised, "Master, how do you know Zhuge Qing..."

Zhang Taichu said: "Since his father has come to Longhu Mountain to find me, I think it would be hard for me not to know."

Wang Ye's eyes lit up, and he heaved a sigh of relief, finally completely relaxing. He flicked his sleeves to wipe away the sweat, "Huh, since you are here in person, then you will definitely cure the disease, and I will not interfere."

A big part of the reason why he came back to Biyou Village was because of his friend Zhuge Qing. He couldn't bear to watch him sow bad seeds and suffer the consequences in the future.

As a result, during the past two days, the other party was completely indifferent and resistant, as if he was possessed, making it impossible for him to start.

But now that Taichu Zhenren has arrived tonight, everything will be solved!

"Alas, the person who tied the bell must be the one who can untie it. Xiao Wang, if you ask me, it's you who has to untie Zhuge Qing's inner demon."

Zhang Taichu joked, and suddenly stretched out his palm and clenched it towards a direction of the village. With a bang, the field was suddenly filled with flying sand and rocks. A powerful suction force suddenly appeared out of nowhere and sucked a figure over from a long distance.

The figure was like an obedient sheep, without any strength to struggle. In two breaths, he was picked up by Zhang Taichu. It was the confused Zhuge Qing. He had originally planned to be a spectator and watch the fire from the other side of the river, but he didn't expect to be caught in the field like this.

"Haha, Master Taichu, good evening."

Zhuge Qing forced a smile, waved his hand awkwardly and said hello, but the beads of sweat on his forehead revealed his inner nervousness.

"Not at all. I was staying well on Longhu Mountain, but your father insisted on making me come down the mountain to teach you a lesson."

"Xiao Qing'er, you have become more capable. You are better than your father and you are good at making things happen."

Zhang Taichu smiled with a fake smile, and there was a golden light in his eyes that flickered like a candle flame, revealing an invisible sense of oppression.

Zhuge Qing swallowed his saliva frantically, looking at the pair of golden eyes, and couldn't help but sink into them, as if falling into a deep lake. Then, his eyes, which were usually squinted, suddenly opened, bursting with blood, and his face became ferocious, as if he was trapped in some kind of illusion.

The golden light in Zhang Taichu's eyes went out, and he threw Zhuge Qing in his hand to Wang Ye's feet and said:

"If this kid can wake up from the tricks I set for him, then his inner demon will surely be broken. Then I will punish him for him. This is what Zhuge Gong specifically instructed me to do."

"If he doesn't wake up, that's another matter, understand?"

Wang Ye gave Zhuge Qing a complicated look and said respectfully, "Thank you, Master. I will protect him well."

Zhang Taichu nodded and was about to go to the mountainside, but he suddenly turned his head and looked directly at a middle-aged Taoist priest with a naked upper body among the top talents.

The latter's face was pale, and his whole body was unstable. When he noticed Zhang Taichu looking at him, he became even more nervous, so much so that his skills started to work unconsciously, causing his muscles to wriggle, and several human faces actually protruded from the surface of his body, looking extremely evil.

"Seven Evils Gathering Body Technique? There are actually evil practitioners among Ma Xianhong's subordinates?"

"There is no discrimination in education, is this what it means?"

Zhang Taichu saw through Zhao Guizhen's true colors at a glance. He snorted coldly and mercilessly swung a golden palm, knocking the opponent unconscious. Then he dragged the opponent's body like a wild dog, and turned into a rainbow light that rose from the ground, dragging a golden tail flame, and disappeared into the village in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, halfway up the mountain next to Biyou Village, a fierce battle has entered a white-hot stage.

Zhang Lingyu was blocked by three swordsmen from Sakura Island. The opponent's strength was unexpectedly strong, much stronger than the other employees of Yaoxing Society.

The four of them were entangled together, and each of their moves was extremely dangerous. The area within a radius of several feet was turned into mortal enemies by the criss-crossing sword beams. Zhang Lingyu's originally spotless white bubble was even cracked with several cuts, and there were two shallow bloody wounds on his neck. If it had gone an inch deeper, his life would have been in danger!

On the other side, the three people from the company and Xia He were also being besieged by Yaoxing Society employees who were several times more powerful than Ji Fan. Not only were each of them very powerful, they also cooperated closely with each other and even had a lot of combined martial arts skills that doubled their power, making it extremely difficult for them to deal with them.

"Damn it, how far has the Yaoxing Society developed under the nose of the company to be able to organize such a level of combat power!"

While roaring, Hei Guan dodged several long swords that were slashing at him, and with a Tongbei Vajra Fist, he smashed a bruised and battered stranger in a suit, causing his brain to burst and die suddenly. He looked extremely ferocious.

Then he felt uncomfortable too. The outer jacket he was wearing was already tattered, and the specially made combat uniform inside was also cut with several holes. Blood was oozing out as his muscles moved. The black tube, a magical weapon tied to his arm, had also been used to its limit and could not fire again.

On the other side, Xiao Zizai was in a similar situation, with numerous wounds all over his body, and a strong smell of blood. It was the sticky blood dripping on the ground, and it was hard to tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

"It's not a skill to outnumber the enemy. Such tasteless things will only give me more reasons to kill."

"Let me take you to the afterlife."

He spoke calmly, but his face was distorted and hideous, and his hands moved violently. He used the Great Compassion and Great Mercy Technique in conjunction with the Flower-Picking Finger to tear off a large piece of flesh from the enemy's body from time to time, just like an angry Vajra.

Xia He was also trapped in the encirclement, her pink hair stained with blood. She used the mental cholera technique to move among the enemies, creating opportunities for her companions. From time to time, she cast her gaze towards where Zhang Lingyu was, her eyes full of worry.

In comparison, the one who seemed the most relaxed was Old Meng, who usually kept a low profile.

He still looked timid, but with a single move, he could easily make the enemy's body covered with red spots and their flesh rot, causing them to wail.

Even the most fearless aliens of the Yaoxing Society could not help but feel their hair stand on end after seeing the tragic death of their companions, and they felt extremely afraid of the middle-aged man who was already bald.

A group of people fought together, creating the most dangerous battlefield in tonight's chaos.

Where Zhang Lingyu was, he relied on the terrain and the Northern Border Cangtan to continuously pull the battle to the ground, keeping it in a favorable position for himself, so as to curb the opponent's ghostly movements and the unpredictable sword light.

Until now, he still hasn't figured out the opponent's sword-wielding pattern. This unfamiliar sword technique from the island country is extremely difficult to deal with. Moreover, the enemy is composed of three brothers working together, which makes their killing power doubled.

puff-

A cutting sound was heard, and the long knife that chopped from behind once again broke his Yin Lei defense, cut open his white robe, and left a hideous bloody wound on his white back.

Zhang Lingyu's expression remained unchanged. He controlled the Yin Lei hand and grabbed the end of the long sword fiercely. At the same time, a Yin Lei spike burst out. Then he controlled the muscles and forced a pool of black blood out of the bloody mouth. At the same time, he blocked the surrounding blood vessels and meridians to prevent the poison from spreading.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning.

After this dangerous confrontation, the two sides once again distanced themselves from each other and were able to see each other's appearance clearly.

The three swordsmen from Sakura Island were in much better condition than Zhang Lingyu. Apart from a few burn marks from the Yin thunder, they were not seriously injured.

On the contrary, as time passed, more and more knife wounds appeared on Zhang Lingyu's body, and his face looked a little pale.

"The top disciple of Mount Longhu is no more than this."

"It turns out that the young masters of China only have this level of strength."

One of the three swordsmen spoke with a playful look on his face, and the other two had the same expression, all in sync, like a trinity.

In their eyes, it seems that using more numbers to defeat fewer is very normal and reasonable, and they are even proud of it.

Zhang Lingyu ignored the other party's provocation, but just concentrated and kept trying to break through his own limits.

Upon seeing this, the Japanese swordsman's face became even more disdainful. He spoke extremely poor Chinese mixed with bits of Japanese, and kept uttering dirty words.