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Chapter 55 Lend me a sword!
Abandoning foreign objects, Zhou Wu began to think quickly.

With a compassionate face, the monk waved a large piece of the ten thousand character.

Like goose feathers and heavy snow in the cold winter, countless ten thousand characters fell down.

Zhou Wu opened his eyes, turned his head suddenly, glanced at Mingzhu and Zhu Hai who were still not affected by the Wanzi in the slightest, exhausted his inner strength, and shouted at everyone present: "Abandon distracting thoughts! Give up attachments!"

After the words fell, he said to Xiaoyaozi again: "Can you know the formula of pure heart?"

Xiaoyaozi nodded, as if he had realized something, and spoke out loudly. Cooperating with his inner strength, the Taoist meditation method rang clearly in everyone's ears.

Not counting Zhou Wu, Xiaoyaozi is the only true master who is still alive in this place.

Moreover, the number of swastikas on his body is not much more than that of ordinary people, so he is in good condition at the moment, and his voice is loud and deafening.

A strange scene happened. The swastikas on most people's bodies became much lighter, and the pressure dropped suddenly. Several of them could barely sit up.

There are also some people whose ten thousand characters are thick and thin, changing constantly, and they don't know what's going on.

Of course, there are also people who haven't changed at all. With the new wave of swastikas pressing down on them, they directly spurt blood, and they are already angry.

Zhou Wu saw all this in his eyes and felt a little settled.

The originally gentle face of the golden-robed monk suddenly turned ferocious, and he glared at Zhou Wu fiercely. He muttered something silently for a while, then tapped his forehead lightly with two fingers, and waved again, and saw a pile of thick Far more than before, the ten thousand characters the size of a brick spilled out from between his sleeves.

These ten thousand characters were arranged vertically in a string, and smashed over Zhou Wu's head at an extremely fast speed.

Zhou Wu greeted him with a punch, but to no avail, the word Swastika passed through his arm and still landed on the top of his head.

Immediately, a huge force fell on his head.

Zhou Wu's knees bent uncontrollably, but he was forced to straighten them soon.

"Give me a sigh!"

The golden-robed monk's voice was like Hong Zhong Dalu's voice, which hurt people's eardrums.

Soon, Zhou Wu's clothes were completely torn, and even the skin on his body was covered with bloodstains. At the same time, blood flowed out from the eyes, mouth and nose, which looked extremely oozing!

Mingzhu rushed over to lift the stack of ten thousand characters, but her palm passed through and she couldn't use her strength at all.

"Kneel down!" The golden-robed monk shouted again, and then, the pressure on the thick stack of ten thousand characters actually increased out of thin air again!

The bloodstains on Zhou Wu's body were getting deeper and deeper, and it seemed that he would collapse completely in a short time.

Turned into a pool of horrible minced meat...

"Zhou Wu...!", Mingzhu finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried out.

Zhou Wu smiled weakly, and wanted to reach out to wipe Mingzhu's tears, but couldn't lift his hand at all, so he said softly: "Actually... you were originally the villain in my heart, but I didn't expect... ha ha... ha ha... "

"In short, these three years... even if I can't go back, because I met you, my life is not in vain..."

Mingzhu didn't understand what it meant, but she cried even more sadly.

A deep sense of powerlessness almost engulfed her.

When the two were talking, Zhu Hai also came over. Without saying a word, he directly lifted Zhou Wutuo, hoping to use this to transfer the pressure to himself.

But there is no doubt that this transfer effect is very small.

However, it still gave Zhou Wu a little relief. With blood spraying from the corner of Zhou Wu's mouth, he suddenly stiffened his neck, raised his head and cursed angrily: "Bulk, if I don't die today, I will destroy you all in the future!"

The golden-robed monk sneered disdainfully, his face twisted and ferocious.

"I can hold on for three seconds, and I can still charge forward! Even if I die immediately, I will die vigorously, like brilliant fireworks!"

Zhou Wu suddenly shouted like a madman.

Listening to this incomparably high school two lines...

The golden robe monk's gaze turned into pity again, and he simply closed his eyes gently.

Wei Yong looked strange. He thought for a moment, and then a hint of vague hope flashed in his eyes.

Zhu Hai said in a low voice: "I will fight to the death with you!"

Only Mingzhu's eyes suddenly revealed, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, but it was fleeting, and then she started crying again, but the crying didn't seem to be as harsh as before.

Zhou Wu yelled: "Brother Dian, borrow a big sword!"

Dianqing didn't fall down, but he couldn't move either. After hearing the sound, without the slightest hesitation, he threw the two big knives in his hand towards Zhou Wu's place.

Zhou Wu waved his arms, caught the huge kitchen knife that was about the size of his body, and looked at the golden robed monk with a murderous look.

The golden robe monk suddenly felt something, opened his eyes suddenly, and his face changed drastically!Surprised to the extreme!
I saw Zhu Hai dragging Zhou Wu, and violently pushed upwards. Under the push of the strength second only to Dianqing, Zhou Wu directly reached the vicinity of the golden dome.

But what the monk looked at was not Zhou Wu, but stared at the two huge kitchen knives, the breath in them, the breath...

He suddenly understood something, and when he looked at Zhou Wu again, his face was filled with inexplicable horror.

Zhou Wu had already swung a huge kitchen knife, and slashed towards the golden dome like a shattering of heaven and earth!

That strength, where is the original weakness?
"What a sly boy!"

The golden-robed monk was really angry. He only realized now that Zhou Wu was just acting, pretending that he had no strength to resist, and even the bloodstains on his body might have been caused by the other party on purpose.

What I did was to counterattack myself by being caught off guard!
However, he still couldn't figure it out. Why, how could the other party transfer his chaotic and huge obsession to those two kitchen knives?

That kitchen knife is obviously not the opponent's weapon!

Zhou Wu was delighted.

Sure enough, this bald donkey's swastika and the sky above his head are the nemesis of everyone's obsessions, and they have a strong suppressive effect on those who are obsessed.

But the effect of force is mutual. Conversely, if you can use obsession as a weapon, you can also counterattack from it, destroying the Wanzi and the dome.

Moreover, Zhou Wu guessed that the more chaotic and powerful the obsession, the stronger the counterforce.

As for why I can transfer my obsession to Dianqing's kitchen knife?
This thing is really strange, I don’t understand it thoroughly now, before trying it, I was not sure at all, it’s just the situation just now, this is already the last chance, so no matter what, the only thing I can do is try.

After Zhou Wu copied those, a small part of the miscellaneous obsessions that had not been purified were all transported into the kitchen knife, and most of them that were still in his body came from Wei Yong's. More than 200 enemies.

Zhou Wu could feel that, through a method similar to meditation, the distracting thoughts that were forced into the kitchen knife always wanted to go back against the current, but was suppressed by the torrent gathered by the obsession of Wei Yong's enemies.

For a moment, the two parties temporarily maintained a certain balance.

This is very interesting.

Amidst the strange laughter, Zhou Wu had already jumped out of the dome. Taking advantage of the momentum of his fall, he swung a huge kitchen knife and slashed madly at the top of the golden robe monk's head!

(End of this chapter)