Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 121 121: Is this still a fight between humans?

The battle between the two seemed to ignite the wrath of God.

This is not a power that belongs to mortals.

The sky over Mount Longhu seems like the angry eye of nature.

The thick dark clouds were like black castles, piling up layer upon layer in the sky, covering the entire sky tightly.

These dark clouds are not ordinary gray or dark blue, but a dark color so deep that it almost swallows up all light.

They rolled and squeezed, as if each cloud was telling how terrible the coming storm would be.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in with indescribable power and chill, blowing the trees and making a rustling sound, which was creepy as if countless ghosts were whispering in one's ears.

Immediately afterwards, in this strong wind, the air began to twist violently, forming a huge vortex.

The center of this vortex seems to be connected to another world, constantly attracting all the surrounding energy to converge inward.

As time passed, the vortex became larger and more obvious, so that even if you stood far away, you could clearly see its rotating shape and the light emanating from the center - that was the light produced by the gathering of lightning, dazzling and powerful.

Just then, the first flash of lightning split the sky, followed by a deafening thunder.

This was just the beginning. In the following time, countless electric snakes interwoven with silver and golden colors danced freely in the air.

Sometimes they weave into a web covering the entire sky; sometimes they point straight to the earth like sharp swords, illuminating everything in the darkness.

Each flash of lightning was followed by a roar that became louder and lasted longer, as if the gods were beating the ground with drums.

The entire Longhu Mountain was shocked by this spectacular and terrifying natural phenomenon.

so horrible.

It's like the end of the world.

The tourists at the foot of the mountain all looked up.

"What's going on? Why did the situation suddenly change?"

"Strange, didn't the weather forecast yesterday say that it would be sunny today? This change is too fast!"

"Yes, and it looks like this is more than just an ordinary storm."

"What do you think... could this be some Taoist priest overcoming his calamity? I've seen similar legends online before, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes!"

The tourists chatted with each other and unconsciously looked around for a place to take shelter from the coming heavy rain.

"Overcoming the tribulation? Don't be ridiculous. That's something that only appears in novels."

"Anyway, we need to find a place to take shelter from the rain first. It looks like the rain is going to be quite severe."

The back mountain of Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly bent down and covered his chest tightly with his hands, as if this could stop the severe pain raging in his body.

A rapid, heavy gasp came from his throat.

"Ahem-"

"puff-"

Zhang Zhiwei opened his mouth and a stream of blood gushed out like a spring, splashing on the ground and forming dazzling red flowers.

The blood was deep red, with a strong smell of rust, and it flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

"Amazing"

Zhang Zhiwei's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. These sweat mixed with blood left hideous marks on his face.

At this moment, he only felt that his internal organs were churning violently, as if something was rushing around inside, trying to find a way out.

This feeling
It feels so good.

Zhang Zhiwei's mouth curled up into a tragic smile.

An indescribable feeling of excitement permeated my whole body.

"Senior, come again."

In a flash, Zhang Zhiwei's figure seemed to merge with the air and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

I saw that his whole body was wrapped in a layer of dazzling golden light, the light was bright and dazzling, like the dawn, or like the scorching sun breaking through the clouds and fog.

In this golden light, there were also traces of lightning, which were wrapped around Zhang Zhiwei's body like a dragon, making a buzzing sound.

Zhang Zhiwei has appeared in front of Zhu Li again, and his speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to catch his trajectory.

He clenched his fists tightly, and golden light and lightning light intertwined on his fists, forming a pair of shining light balls, containing the power to destroy the world, and went straight towards Zhu Li.

Faced with this sudden attack, Zhu Li was not at all flustered. His eyes were as firm as iron, and his body entered a special state in an instant.

Different from Zhang Zhiwei's gorgeousness and flamboyance, Zhu Li only relied on his superb physical skills to resist.

His muscles were tense, and each one seemed to contain explosive power. A faint glow could be seen flowing under his skin, which was a manifestation of the internal energy circulating to its extreme.

Zhu Li planted his feet firmly on the ground. As Zhang Zhiwei approached, he suddenly leaped up and rushed towards the fist carrying lightning like an arrow.

In the air, his body twisted strangely, avoiding the frontal attack at a seemingly impossible angle. At the same time, his right palm was like a knife, carrying the sound of breaking wind, slashing towards Zhang Zhiwei's ribs. The attack was fast, accurate and ruthless, showing the exquisiteness and power of his physical skills.

When the two met, the golden light collided with the flesh, and a deafening roar broke out. Visible ripples were stirred in the air, and dust and grass clippings flew.

Zhu Li still tried his best without using the Immortal Corpse Technique.

He did not activate the Nine-Transformation Immortal Corpse Technique, he still remained his original self, that is, him during the Yongle period.

After all, if the Nine Revolutions Immortal Corpse Technique was used, it would be too bullying.

But even so, Zhu Li was shocked.

You know, during the Yongle Dynasty, even before he practiced the Nine-Turn Immortal Corpse Technique, he was invincible. Except for Lu Hui and the eunuch Zheng He of Sanbao who could exchange a few moves with him, everyone else was killed instantly.

but now.

The Taoist priest in front of him gave Zhu Li a different feeling.

It turns out that people can become this strong without relying on magic.

With a mortal body, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with gods
Zhang Zhiwei seemed to be possessed by a demon, attacking crazily and wantonly.

The confrontation between Zhang Zhiwei and Zhu Li has entered a white-hot stage.

The sky seemed to feel the tension as well, with dark clouds and occasional flashes of lightning.

Zhang Zhiwei was wearing a golden robe, and every time he swung his punch it was as powerful as thunder.

The Golden Light Mantra practices dual cultivation of sex and life, not only focusing on the growth of Qi, but also on the cultivation of the physical body.

Each of his strikes was precise and swift, as if it could tear through space and strike deep into the soul.

Golden light circulated around his body, not only enhancing his speed and strength, but also making him appear like a god in battle, invincible.

Zhang Zhiwei is also arrogant.

Who wasn't a genius boy back then?

He has been the leader among the young generation since he was young, and later in his middle age and old age, he became even more outstanding.

Who doesn’t know how to fight?
Zhu Li was letting his opponent win after all, and was only relying on his perfect physical skills in the fight.

Every movement he made was extremely smooth, whether it was dodging or counterattacking, it was just right without any redundancy.

Zhu Li's body seemed to have become the most sophisticated weapon in the world. Every collision and every block could accurately resolve Zhang Zhiwei's attack and give the opponent a heavy counterattack.

There was a golden light in his eyes, as if he could foresee every move of his opponent, plan ahead, and strike first.

Zhang Zhiwei feared this kind of strength as if it were a god or demon.

How terrifying is it to predict and attack in advance?
I'm afraid only those enemies facing Zhu Li would know.

It's time to end
Zhu Li's pupils suddenly shone with golden light.

A chill suddenly surged into Zhang Zhiwei's forehead.

not good!

Zhu Li's palm made a sound of breaking wind, and with a nearly perfect arc and speed, it accurately hit Zhang Zhiwei's chest.

This palm condensed all of Zhu Li's strength and will. It seemed as if a miniature storm was hidden in his palm, spinning and twisting, ready to release earth-shattering energy the moment it touched the target.

The golden spell that surrounded Zhang Zhiwei, and the shield that originally shone with a sacred and inviolable light, suddenly seemed fragile at this moment.

Before Zhu Li's palm wind arrived, the majestic momentum it carried had already impacted the Golden Light Curse, causing ripples to appear on the seemingly indestructible golden barrier, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing waves to suddenly rise.

As Zhu Li's palm approached, the ripples quickly expanded and became more intense, and tiny cracks began to appear on the surface of the Golden Light Curse, like the ice cracks on ancient porcelain, which was both beautiful and foreshadowing destruction.

The cracks spread rapidly, covering the entire shield in an instant, and then there was a crisp and heart-shaking sound of rupture.

“Bang!!!!”

The Golden Light Spell collapsed under Zhu Li's blow, which contained endless power and skill, and turned into countless golden light spots, blooming in the air like fireworks, and then gradually dissipated into nothingness.

Under the direct impact of this huge force, Zhang Zhiwei's face suddenly turned pale, his chest felt like it was struck by lightning, and his body flew backwards involuntarily. Blood spurted out of his mouth, leaving a shocking blood line.

Zhang Chulan's eyes suddenly widened, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets. Anger and anxiety intertwined together, causing his face to become distorted.

"Master!"

The cry seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the throat.

"I am fine."

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand and stopped Zhang Chulan.

Hearing this, Zhang Chulan's running steps came to an abrupt stop.

These three words were concise and powerful, but they were like a magic needle that instantly calmed Zhang Chulan's restless heart. He's not dead yet!
The scene just now was so horrific.

Zhang Zhiwei was broken like a piece of porcelain. Anyone who saw it would think something bad was going to happen!

Zhang Chulan slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of Zhu Li.

I saw Zhu Li standing quietly in the same place, his posture as straight as a pine tree, like an unshakable statue.

Zhu Li's figure cast a long shadow in the sun, the edge of the shadow was clear and sharp, giving people an insurmountable feeling.

He seemed to be surrounded by an invisible aura, which gave off an oppressive feeling that made people feel suffocated.

His eyes were deep and cold, as if he could see through all secrets and control all destinies.

Zhu Li stood there, as inviolable as a god or devil.

Zhang Chulan's hands and feet were cold.

If there really are gods in this world, King Zhao must have a place for them.

The legal advisor was treated like a chicken in front of King Zhao.

Power!
For the first time, Zhang Chulan intuitively felt the charm of the great power.

Zhang Zhiwei's body was shaking, as if he would fall down again at any time.

Finally, he managed to stand firmly and leaned against a sturdy tree next to him. The rough texture of the tree trunk came through his clothes, giving him a sense of reality.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a heartfelt smile.

This smile contains so many meanings: relief, gratitude, self-mockery...

This is what it feels like to fail…” He whispered to himself, and although his voice was soft, it was clearly heard by the people around him.

He slowly raised his head, looking through the gaps between the leaves at the distant sky.

The sky was clear blue with a few white clouds floating leisurely.

At this moment, it seemed that all the pain and frustration were embraced by the vast sky and no longer seemed so heavy.

"Your Highness, thank you very much..." Zhang Zhiwei turned to Zhu Li, his tone filled with sincere gratitude.

I have never felt this way before, it's like I'm alive again.

Zhu Li frowned and looked into the distance with deep eyes, as if he was gazing at a distant world that no one could reach.

He wasn't looking at Zhang Zhiwei.

Perhaps Zhang Zhiwei is not worthy of his excessive attention.

In the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Zhiwei was a pretty good young man.

Too bad it’s the 21st century now.

Zhu Li’s strength is far from what he appears to be.

Invincible
It's boring to stand on a high place and look down on the world.

A complex emotion surged in his heart.

In this world, Zhu Li seemed to have reached the pinnacle of martial arts, with no rivals around him. His loneliness was like a lone wolf in the cold wind, strong but deserted.

He sighed softly, his voice was low and magnetic, echoing in the silent forest, revealing a subtle loneliness and longing.

"You, the Taoist priest, have tasted the taste of failure, but what about me?"

Zhang Zhiwei did not reply.

Who knows?

This gentleman has not used all his strength!
Zhu Li looked up at the sky. The clouds rolled and the sun rose and the moon set.

He wondered whether the legendary "nuclear weapons" could make him feel threatened.

"master!!!"

"Master!!"

Many disciples came at this moment.

What I saw was a mess.

The once lush forest has now become fragmented, with many trees uprooted and lying on the ground in all directions, branches and leaves scattered all over the ground, and green fragments mixed with the soil to form a messy carpet.

The ground was covered with holes of all sizes, which were the damage caused by the collision of skills during battle. Some were bottomless and their edges were as sharp as a knife.

The air was filled with a burnt smell, mixed with dust and the bitter smell of burning grass and trees, which made people frown.

Zhang Zhiwei asked his disciples to leave, saying that he was fine.

The disciples were all confused.

What is going on?

Zhang Zhi bowed slightly and saluted Zhu Li.

"Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness. I feel more comfortable than ever before."

Recalling the scenes of the battle, Zhang Zhiwei's heart was filled with complex emotions.

He clearly remembered that in those life-and-death moments, Zhu Li shot several Qi balls at him several times.

These Qi balls were not aggressive, but carried a warm and gentle power. They were like the drizzle in spring, gently brushing across Zhang Zhiwei's body and instantly healing his injuries.

Every contact was like a stream of clear spring water flowing into his body, relieving his pain and repairing his broken meridians and bones.

If it weren't for the water released by Zhu Li, Zhang Zhiwei would not have been able to hold on for so long.

The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things.

"It's okay, just a discussion." Zhu Li said casually.

"Your Highness also knows the healing art?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"It's just a trick I inherited from my mother." Zhu Li was very secretive about it, so Zhang Zhiwei naturally didn't ask any more questions.

What he didn't know was.

The so-called "Double Hand" among the Eight Great Skills was actually very similar to his mother's technique.

Because that method requires bloodline to inherit.

Zhu Li was able to learn it because he was born with the ability when he was in his mother's womb. It's in his blood.

The same goes for the Shuangquanshou technique. This thing cannot be taught unless the bloodline is changed first.

It was for this reason that the Lu family began to recruit sons-in-law, and only allowed people with the same surname to marry.

This is also the reason why the Lu family has a crazy obsession with bloodline.

Zhang Zhiwei changed into a clean and tidy set of clothes, as if the epic battle just now had never happened.

He calmly sat opposite Zhu Li again. A set of exquisite tea sets was placed between them, and the steaming tea fragrance slowly diffused in the air.

Zhang Chulan stood aside, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

He looked at the two opponents who had just been fighting fiercely, but now they were like old friends who had not seen each other for many years, calmly drinking tea and discussing things. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unreality in his heart.

Zhu Li took out a few ancient books from the bag he was carrying. The covers of the books had turned yellow and the corners were worn, obviously they were quite old.

He gently placed the book on the table and pushed it in front of Zhang Zhiwei.

"These are some lost rare and strange skills." Zhu Li's voice was deep and magnetic, and every word was clear and powerful. "I hope you can take them back to Longhu Mountain and store them in the Sutra Library, waiting for the right person."

Zhang Zhiwei took the book and gently stroked the old papers with his fingers.

"I should be attentive."

No words were needed between the two.

As they chatted, they talked about Quan Xing.

Zhu Li said: "I heard that Master Dao cleaned up Quan Xing from head to toe before?"

"Yes, they committed a big taboo." Zhang Zhiwei said bluntly.

"Do you know Wu Gensheng?" Zhu Li asked.

"Wu Gensheng?" Zhang Zhiwei was a little confused. Why did he suddenly talk about this buddy?

"No, I thought of the old monk Yao Guangxiao." Zhu Li took a sip of tea. "They are both the leaders of Quanxing."

He is the real leader.

Instead of being just an acting leader like Gong Qing.

The true leader of Quanxing is the one who has the right to convene Quanxing at any time and is recognized by all Quanxing. Only then can he be called the leader.

Therefore, there is a huge gap between the leader and the acting leader.

Zhu Li can command all of humanity at will, but he can only do so by force, and his disciples may just be afraid of his force.

But Yao Guangxiao is different. He is probably not even able to beat Geng Qing in terms of fighting power. He relies on his personal charm. His fighting power is not very outstanding, but he has trained a eunuch named Zheng He, and he can also manage Quan Xing in an orderly manner.

People like this are the most powerful.

But after Yao Guangxiao, unexpectedly, another person named Wu Gensheng appeared.

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly realized, and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face:

"Wu Gensheng, how can I put it?"

(End of this chapter)