Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 576 Beating Zhang Jie Up (34)

"Doctor, let me do it!" Zhao Yingkong stepped forward.

"Zhang Jie, you betrayed me!" Her eyes were filled with anger.

"Now, it's time to pay it back!"

Before she finished speaking, two heads appeared on her body at the same time, and six arms stretched out from both sides.

At the same time, in the blink of an eye, the complete form of the three-headed, six-armed form appeared before our eyes.

"Zhang Jie, I never expected you to outmaneuver me." Da Yingkong turned her head and smiled at Zhang Jie.

Although her eyebrows and eyes were smiling, the murderous intent in her eyes was so palpable that it seemed tangible.

As a fourth-tier cultivator, being sealed in the Sea of ​​the Mind by a mere fourth-tier initial-tier spiritual power user is a disgrace no matter how you look at it.

"You bastard!" Zhao Ruikong didn't have such good manners and cursed at Zhang Jie.

"You bullied Sakura-neechan while I was away, didn't you? Now I'm back!"

"I'll beat you into eight pieces!"

"No, sixteen petals!"

"Sister Yingkong, if I were here, he definitely wouldn't be able to seal you!" Zhao Ruikong waved her arms and shouted loudly.

Sakura, standing in the middle, exclaimed, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Instantly, all three of them were covered in black runes.

On the left, Da Yingkong holds a transparent dagger, in the middle, Xiao Yingkong holds a golden cudgel, and on the right, Zhao Ruikong is unarmed, riding on a wind-fire wheel.

He looked exactly like Nezha, the Third Prince, or the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas.

"Haha." Zhang Jie burst into laughter upon seeing this, his face full of mockery.

"Zhuang Boshi, sometimes I have to admire your imagination."

"You pieced together so many different things and you actually managed to put together Nezha."

"No, it should be Nezha wielding the golden cudgel."

"This is so much fun!"

"Fun my ass, Zhang Jie!" Zhao Ruikong retorted angrily.

"Interesting, interesting," Zhang Jie murmured softly, his body feeling somewhat ethereal.

He has clearly reached his limit. Even if he is a near-fourth-tier dual-A-level imaginary materialization enhancer, it is impossible for him to infinitely materialize high-level characters.

Especially with the continuous appearance of high-level teammates and equipment, if it weren't for his abnormally high mental power attribute, he would have already exhausted his life and died.

But just like that, Zhan Lan couldn't delay any longer.

Her genetic evolution is happening faster and faster.

Zhao Ruikong also couldn't devote all her energy to suppressing her genetic lock.

"Quickly finish this, Rui Kong, suppress his spirit," Zhuang Boshi said.

"Are you kidding me?" Zhao Ruikong immediately retorted.

"I've never strengthened myself in the Main God Space, and you want me to suppress him?"

Zhuang Boshi was also helpless; this brat was rebellious by nature and impossible to control.

“Ruikong, listen to me, we need to deal with the enemy in front of us first,” said Daiyingkong.

“Okay, Sister Yingkong.” Zhao Ruikong immediately changed her expression and said sweetly.

"Zhang Jie, die!"

Immediately following was an overwhelming surge of mental energy.

Zhang Jie never expected that one of the three heads and six arms in front of him would emit a ghostly blue light, which was a manifestation of his mental power reaching its peak.

Then, an extremely powerful mental force surged like an ocean and directly bombarded his mental body.

Zhang Jie stumbled, then flew into a rage, unleashing an even more terrifying surge of mental energy that created a stalemate for a short time.

The stalemate of spiritual energy caused a change in the world. What rose from the sea was not water vapor, but a visible spiritual mist, with each drop of mist reflecting a distorted human face.

"This is all I can do. His mental strength is too strong." Zhao Ruikong's face turned red, and she jumped up and down in anxiety.

"This is interesting." Zhang Jie's expression twisted with excitement.

Although Zhao Ruikong was also at the fourth level, her attack ultimately failed to break through his mental barrier, and he pushed her out little by little.

After all, Zhang Jie has now swallowed Mothra and six billion people, and his mental power can cover the entire globe, while Zhao Ruikong is just a blank slate.

Even though they are both at the fourth tier, the difference is enormous.

However, Zhao Yingkong has three heads and three souls.

At this moment, the Wind and Fire Wheels burned to a golden-red color, the flames shooting straight upwards, and Zhao Yingkong's speed soared, breaking the sound barrier.

The golden cudgel descended from the sky like a shooting star, its gravitational field enveloping the air and forming a golden-red spiral of energy.

The stick was aimed directly at Zhang Jie's face. The space was forcibly distorted by the gravitational field. The seawater formed a vacuum funnel behind the tip of the stick. Even the distant lightning was drawn by the energy field and struck the stick, turning into dancing sparks.

clang!
The Seven-Ring Blaze once again blocked Zhang Jie's path, but the ring, which was strong enough to withstand a nuclear bomb, let out a mournful cry the moment it touched the tip of the rod.

The layers of rings under the golden cudgel were no different from paper.

Collapse into pieces!

The burst of energy turbulence shattered the clouds within a ten-mile radius into dust.

With a "smack," Zhang Jie's clone behind him was also pulverized.

Zhang Jie reappeared in the distance; he had just abandoned his mental clone to escape the attack.

However, his face was deathly pale, and a golden-red flame was burning along his shirt.

"mean!"

He glared fiercely at Zhuang Boshi.

"You promised you wouldn't interfere!"

"Did I say that?" Zhuang Boshi asked, puzzled.

Zhuang Boshi immediately made a hand seal, and flames exploded, destroying Zhang Jie's newly formed clone once again.

Further away, Zhang Jie reappeared.

Zhao Yingkong gave Zhang Jie no chance to catch his breath and charged forward again. Helpless, Zhang Jie directly materialized a set of Wind-Bearing Crossbow Armor for himself.

Zhang Jie's figure suddenly exploded into a series of afterimages, each one accompanied by a shockwave that seemed to tear the sea apart. Zhao Yingkong, however, didn't even glance at them, and instead hurled her golden cudgel towards the sea.

The staff struck the sea hard, and the entire sea area emitted a terrifying roar. The seawater surged back as if swallowed by a giant whale, forming a black whirlpool with a diameter of a kilometer.

The gravitational field at the center of the vortex caused Zhang Jie's afterimage to freeze instantly, his multiple figures twisted in the gravity, and even the splashing water droplets were stretched into thin rain threads.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Jie gritted his teeth, spun around, and kicked out with his right foot.

Cheng Xiao's signature move, the Raging Tornado Kick!

The Tornado Kick, carrying immense ocean currents, surged skyward, the water dragon erupting in mid-air with a thunderous roar, fiercely kicking towards Zhao Yingkong's body.

A large number of black runes appeared on Zhao Yingkong's body. The violent wind energy collided with the black runes, and the ripples it created were like stones thrown into water, but they did not damage a single piece of her body.

The Light of the Mind, Annihilation, is a near-perfect defensive ability.

Zhao Yingkong slammed down again.

boom!
Zhang Jie's body was once again smashed by the golden cudgel!

When the third clone appeared, Zhang Jie had no choice but to manifest another golden cudgel to defend himself, as the cudgel was so powerful that anyone who touched it would die.

boom!
As soon as the two clashed, the genuine and the pirated versions clashed again, shaking the concealment and distortion of spacetime. The next moment, the pirated version's golden cudgel shattered, and Zhang Jie's body fell directly into the depths of the ocean.

“As expected, you can only manifest one ability at a time.” Zhuang Boshi rested his chin on his hand.

Immediately, he spat out Samadhi True Fire again, which swept towards Zhang Jie's body.

"Damn it!" Zhang Jie's face twisted in pain.

Now, his mental attacks are being restrained by Zhao Ruikong, and he has to face Zhao Yingkong's golden cudgel head-on, while his own manifested energy attacks cannot break through Zhao Yingkong's annihilation.

In addition, Zhuang Boshi would occasionally launch a surprise attack.

He was increasingly struggling to make ends meet.

Neither the Samadhi True Fire nor the Golden Cudgel could be blocked with telekinesis, as they were enough to harm his spiritual body. He could only dodge again in a sorry state.

The Samadhi True Arrow made a turn in the air and chased after Zhang Jie again.

"Uncle, stop playing with fire! The flames are too hot!" Zhao Ruikong cried out anxiously in her mental space.

"Just getting close to you feels like it's burning my soul to ashes."

“It’s alright, I can use my Twin Thousand Hands to mend your soul,” Sakura Sora said.

"Ugh, all you ever think about is that jerk!!" Zhao Ruikong was furious.

"Alright, stop arguing." Daisakura Sora was also extremely annoyed.

The biggest problem with the three of them coming together is that they are not of one mind and easily start arguing with themselves.

This battle marked the most closely coordinated performance since the S-rank ability, Three Heads and Six Arms Dharma Form, was enhanced.

"Ruikong, just bear with it," Zhuang Boshi comforted her.

"Restrain him!"

We're about to succeed!

Golden and red flaming arrows kept pressing Zhang Jie's position. He couldn't block them, nor could he not block them. He could only conjure pieces of armor to slow them down.

However, Zhao Yingkong relentlessly pursued his position.

Although she is only at the Golden Core stage now, she can't use the Golden Cudgel very often.

But whenever Zhao Yingkong appears, Zhang Jie has no choice but to avoid her.

He currently has no means to deal with the Golden Cudgel.

The armor that is materialized is becoming less and less defensive than the original version.

Zhang Jie is now close to his limit.

When he manifests innate spiritual treasures like the Golden Cudgel, the duration will not exceed ten seconds. However, when he manifests weapons below Grade A, there is no such time limit, and they can last for at least several minutes.

Moreover, the longer Zhang Jie used the Light of the Mind and materialized A-grade items, the more illusory his body became.

But his goal wasn't to kill Zhang Jie. Even if he did, he would still have to go through all the trouble of finding the Chronicles of Narnia to resurrect him.

His goal was to help Zhang Jie overcome his inner demons.

Now, it's almost done.

Zhuang Boshi said to Zhao Ruikong, "Take my spiritual body and rush into his soul!"

"Are you kidding me?" Zhao Ruikong was stunned.

"What do you want to do!"

"Once we rush in, we'll find his original spiritual body and awaken his will," Zhuang Boshi said.

The golden cudgel approached again, and Zhang Jie had to use telekinesis to deflect it, but the powerful and unbearable burning sensation caused another sharp pain in his mind, and he felt as if his mind was becoming somewhat dazed.

"It's now!"

Zhao Ruikong, carrying Zhuang Boshi's spiritual body, formed a tornado that struck Zhang Jie squarely on the forehead.

An invisible ocean of spiritual energy surged with towering waves, and Zhang Jie's eyes rolled back as he plummeted straight into the deep sea.

Zhuang Boshi seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, and in the process, Zhao Ruikong was also separated from him.

When he finally touched the ground, a strange English accent rang out.

“Sir, sir!” A police officer looked at Zhuang Boshi curiously.

"what happened to you?"

Zhuang Boshi rubbed his eyes; he was already on a street.

The sun was shining brightly and the temperature was pleasantly warm. The streets were bustling with people, including old men weeding, children walking their dogs, and newspaper boys delivering newspapers.

A typical American small town.

“I’m fine,” Zhuang Boshi said to the police officer.

"Where is this?"

"What else could it be?"

The officer smiled and said, "Springwood, Ohio."

"This is Elm Street."

(End of this chapter)