Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 115 114. [Dragon Elephant Arm Strength] (5000)

Nine days later.

late at night.

In the silent mountains.

It was dark all around, and the world was pitch black.

The trees in the forest are shadowy, like ghost shadows.

But the raptors and monsters around here all kept strangely silent, not even the sound of insects chirping.

If you listen carefully, you will find that there is a rhythmic sound echoing in the mountains and forests.

Like the dull beating of a drum.

Every blow seems to fall on their hearts, making these creatures tremble and dare not make a sound.

And in the area where the sound came from.

A dark figure was sitting there.

The ghost armor wriggled with great vitality, and an unspeakable halo spread through it, bright and bright, like a sun blooming.

That muffled sound was actually the beating of his heart!

An Le closed her eyes tightly, her brows were furrowed, and her whole body convulsed, as if she was in great pain.

Beads of sweat oozed from the forehead and even the surface of the body, but it evaporated into a white mist in an instant.

He seemed to be motionless, but the muscles all over his body were trembling slightly, and even the bones and organs were generating heat.

"call--"

An Le suddenly opened his eyes wide, exhaled a foul breath, and flashed an astonishing divine light.

"Break it for me!"

He raised his arm and exhausted all his strength, his muscles tensed to the extreme, his veins bulged, and then he trembled violently.

Spiritual power and qi and blood vibrated together, extremely blazing.

Most of the mountain forest trembled, and the fallen leaves fell.

After the loud shout, all the beasts fled in panic, trying to stay away from this dangerous existence.

Click!

There was the sound of the chain being snapped loose.

It seems that countless cracks appeared, and then began to disintegrate!
An Le's body shook violently.

Haoran's blood-colored aura spread from both arms, like a mountain torrent erupting, or like a river breaking its embankment, the mysterious power flowed into the arms, rapidly transforming the flesh, muscles and bones.

Muscles become stronger and bones denser.

Like gold but not jade.

It is developing in the direction of "ice muscle and jade bone".

Visible to the naked eye, the two arms became thicker, and the terrifying energy fluctuations spread.

The red glow flowed, briefly illuminating the dark night sky.

not far away.

The eyes of the beauty in red flashed brilliantly, and she couldn't take her eyes off her.

Not to mention the strange snake Lao Mo, his eyes were dull, his mouth opened slightly, and he couldn't close his mouth for a while.

This aura made it tremble uncontrollably, and subconsciously crawled down to show its submission.

******
After ten minutes.

This miraculous metamorphosis gradually stopped.

There was a smile on An Le's face, with a sense of joy of harvest.

"It's finally done!"

In order to break this chain, besides dealing with the old Cheng's affairs, he devoted almost all his energy in the past nine days, even in the deduction.

An Le originally tried to break the shackles in his heart.

But he found that it was extremely difficult, so he changed his thinking and focused on the already powerful arms first, and it really came to fruition.

He looked at the panel.

[Unlock entry: "Breaking Limits" - Dragon Elephant Arm Strength (Purple)! 】

An Le's eyes brightened slightly.

He remembered that this was a precondition for a powerful entry in the [Breaking Limits] route - [Position of the Martial God].

Feeling the abundant power in her body, An Le showed joy.

"In this way, I will be more confident in what I will do later."

Since these nine days.

He took the old Chengtou and walked almost all the town god's temples in Yuntianyu.

I also encountered a situation similar to Zhenxuan City.

Old Cheng's head disappeared inexplicably, and then appeared in the corner behind the statue.

Every time something like this happened, a memory came to him.

Just a few days ago, Lao Cheng fell into a coma and couldn't wake up no matter what.

at the same time.

In Yuntianyu, deeds of god statues traveling at night appeared from time to time.

But it is different from the evil statue controlled by the mysterious black smoke.

These statues of city gods have never done any harm to anyone, but instead they will take action to destroy some evil spirits and monsters to protect mortals from harm.

What's more, he has the ability to heal diseases and heal some mortals.

Many residents of Yuntianyu thought that this was the manifestation of the City God!
They regained their awe.

More and more people went to repair temples and pay homage to gods.

The connection between the two is obvious.

And today is the time to end it all.

******
A street in a town.

Cultivators from two sects of different sects are confronting each other, all of them have vicious faces, faint spiritual power, and cruel words in their mouths.

"Today, you Ziyun Sect must give an explanation!"

"Otherwise, don't even think about getting out of your body."

The other party is not to be outdone.

"Heh, it's up to us to say that!"

The scene is tense and imminent.

These two parties are unexpectedly acquaintances of An Le.

They are Purple Cloud Sect and Akabane Sect respectively.

After the news of the death of the foundation cultivator spread to the sect, the relationship between the two sects became more and more tense, completely turning from indifference to hostility.

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous.

Just now, just because of a small quarrel, it has evolved into the current situation.

of course.

No matter which of the two it is, they all know that today's fight will not start.

It's just that they don't want to be the first to give in.

at this time.

Suddenly there was a violent tremor on the ground.

Everyone shook their bodies and looked surprised.

Turn around.

I don't know when, in the surrounding night, there is a thick fog.

Not far away, an extremely tall shadow was slowly moving through the mist.

looming.

"It's the statue of the night tour!"

Immediately someone exclaimed.

"It was actually bumped into by us!"

After these nine days of fermentation, the rumors about the statue of the resurrection god are almost known in Yuntianyu.

Some wise people guessed that it might be one of the trials of Taixu Palace.

"The idol is important! Let's go!"

"Hmph, I'll let you go today!"

The two sides had a tacit understanding and temporarily put aside their conflicts, and quickly separated in the mist.

Ziyunzong was headed by a noble man with arrogance in his brows, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Wan Yinhua.

This person's name is Wan Daishan, he is the eldest son of the suzerain of the Purple Cloud Sect, and he is also recognized as a young talent in the sect. At the age of 35, he has already broken through the establishment of foundations.

Immortal cultivators have a long lifespan.

Those who break through the Foundation Builder before the age of 50 are considered to be very talented.

Looking in the direction of the statue, Bandai-san smiled lightly.

"God help me too!"

I would like to see what secrets this god statue has that attracted so much attention from that ghost-faced man. "

By his side, Wan Xinrong carefully reminded him.

"Nephew, be careful, I think the aura of this idol seems to be very extraordinary."

"It's better to be careful, don't get too close."

When he looked at the god statue in the mist, his heart beat slightly, and he had some ominous premonition.

Wan Daishan disagreed and asked back.

"Uncle, you have also seen that ghost-masked man before, do you think he is stronger or weaker than me?"

Wan Xinrong groaned in his heart.

'It's over, it's over, I wouldn't have claimed credit if I knew it earlier. '

After returning to the sect, he naturally told the suzerain what happened in the strange place.

It's just that he exaggerated his record a little bit.

For example, claiming that Xiang Ren died at his hands.

Thus, he was rewarded by his elder brother.

To the weird man in hideous armor, he only mentioned a few symbolic words, saying that his strength is not too strong.

It was just bragging, to get more rewards.

But how could Wan Xinrong have imagined that the other party would also come here, and quickly become famous, becoming a famous person recently.

Now that things are up to now, I can only make mistakes and fool around at will.

After thinking about it, Wan Xinrong said tactfully.

"Nephew Xian and his strength are on par, but they should... be weaker."

Hearing this, a trace of unhappiness flashed in Wan Daishan's eyes.

"In this case, he can easily solve this kind of idol, why can't I?"

Wan Xinrong opened his mouth: "..."

Still didn't say much.

His nephew has always been headstrong, even if he tried to persuade him, he would not listen to him.

"Forget it, it shouldn't be too much of a problem."

The fog is getting thicker.

The familiar streets during the day appear unusually cold and treacherous.

Ziyunzong and his party could occasionally see mortals in the town coming out of their homes with admiration and awe on their faces.

What's more, they knelt down to the gods in the distance and muttered words in their mouths.

"I beg the City God to bless you and help my husband to return safely."

"City God, I hope my daughter-in-law will give birth to a fat boy this year!"

"..."

Wan Daishan sneered: "It's really a bunch of foolish men and women. There is no such thing as a city god. This is just a means of cultivating immortals."

Many mortals were angry when they heard this, but they could only pretend that they didn't hear it.

Dare to be angry but dare not speak.

It didn't take long.

Bandaishan and others came to the location not more than one block away from the statue.

In the mist, the huge shadow is extremely oppressive.

The breath is tyrannical.

It seems to be a little different from the idols they have heard of before.

A tinge of fear arose in Wan Daishan's heart, but he had already let go of Haikou before, so naturally he couldn't back down just like that.

He had seals on his hands, and he was chanting a mantra, and was about to cast spells to attack.

"Haha! It turns out that my old bear will also have a lucky day!"

Unrestrained and hearty laughter came out of the mist impressively.

"What's this called?"

"Tread through the iron... where the iron hoof has no rice, get... get it without any effort!"

He seems to want to throw away a sentence of ancient prose, but it's a pity that his cultural level is really limited.

Stumbled and stuttered.

But upon hearing this voice, Wan Xinrong's expression changed.

"It's Xiong Batian!"

In these days, there are still many talented talents who have made a big splash.

This Xiong Batian was one of them, with extremely terrifying strength, he could make an ordinary foundation builder vomit blood with just one punch.

boom! ! !
Before Bandai-san could react.

A loud noise exploded very close.

The air surged and the ground trembled.

The Ziyun Sect disciple who was slightly weaker was swaying and couldn't stand steadily.

Wandai Mountain was the closest, his ears were buzzing, and his heart was terrified.

"This is Xiong Batian!?"

He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if this punch fell on him.

Bandai Shan quickly started to think about quitting.

He is still somewhat self-aware, knowing that he cannot compete with such a strong man.

next second.

"Ow-"

Xiong Batian in the thick fog let out a cry of pain.

"Fuck!"

"Damn, why are you so hard?"

Looking at his fists and palms, they were bloody and bloody, exposing pale bones.

Then, a frightening coercion spread from the body of the statue, overflowing with a faint aura.

Dispelled a little fog.

Only then did Bandai-san see part of the statue's appearance clearly.

Unlike most of the statues in the Temple of the City God that are no more than ten meters high, this statue of the City God is actually three to forty meters high.

Cover the sky!

It's just that the existence of mist conceals such a huge body.

It seems to be made of some kind of special jade, and the material is very shiny.

The most different point is.

On the head of the statue, there are no facial features, no appearance.

There is only one empty face, which looks strange and permeating.

Boom!
One foot of the idol fell, and it happened to step on the side of Bandaisan.

Under the power of terror, he was so frightened that his whole body became stiff, unable to move, and his mind went blank.

Fortunately, even though he was offended, the statue didn't seem to intend to hurt anyone, and walked away step by step.

Wait until it goes away.

Wan Daishan came back to his senses, and found that his lower body was hot and humid, and his heart was both annoyed and bitter.

"Before, I actually wanted to challenge such an existence?"

"Is it the same kind of guy that the ghost-faced man faced before?"

******
The tree wants to be calm and the wind does not stop.

The idol doesn't want to hurt people, but many have already targeted it.

Someone spread the news in advance, saying that the idol will appear here, and many powerful people will be waiting here.

In the mist, tyrannical breaths appeared one after another.

An icy blue sword light pierced the night sky.

It landed straight on its body surface.

The power is not bad.

"It's the Dry Ice Fairy, she's here too!"

The casual cultivator hiding nearby couldn't help but exclaimed.

Unfortunately, this sword failed to leave a trace.

However, the ice-blue spiritual power on it made the idol's footsteps pause slightly, making its movements a little slow.

In the mist, another group of flames blazed.

The short-haired Xiao Yan burst out his shot, and flames gushed out.

The statue is unharmed.

But the flying sparks landed on the houses of some residents, and they were about to be ignited.

The icy-cold spiritual power swept across with a flying sword, and then it was extinguished.

On the eaves of a house.

Wearing an ice-blue Taoist robe, Gan Bing stood tall and shouted.

"Little Yan Jun, why did you hurt the innocent!"

"With your spiritual knowledge, it shouldn't be difficult to control these profound fires, right?"

Chang Yan snorted coldly.

"I burn it if I want!"

"I want you to take care of it?"

However, as soon as she finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in front of her with a huge force.

Chang Yan's eyes widened, too late to speak.

boom!
The big hand of the idol slapped it away.

Not much easier than flicking a pebble.

She fell heavily on the ground in the distance, unable to afford serious injuries.

Obviously, the idol still kept his hand, otherwise, this blow would be enough to smash Chang Yan into a pulp.

Chang Yan's actions just now made it a little angry.

Faceless faces look around.

Many monks were terrified.

Can such a statue really be something they can deal with?

But the temptation to join the Taixu Palace is too great, and the idol has not killed anyone so far, and there are still casual cultivators participating in the battle.

******
dark place.

There was a man who looked like a fox with a serious face, watching the situation in the field deteriorate step by step.

His name is Hu Chunsheng, and he is the one who spread the news in advance.

His original intention was to use the hands of other monks to weaken the strength of the statue.

Finally, make a move and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

But from the looks of it now, even if this group of people went up together, they were no match for the idol.

"What Little Yan Lord, what Dry Ice Fairy... are nothing more than that, not as reliable as my old bear."

Hu Chunsheng turned his head to look.

The companion was smearing medicinal herbs on Xiong Batian's fleshy palm, the pain made him grin his teeth.

"Old Bear, why are you working so hard?"

"I just asked you to lead them to do it."

Xiong Batian looked aggrieved.

"I just want to compare whether my fist is harder or this thing is harder."

Hu Chunsheng was speechless and covered his face.

He turned his head, thinking.

"This statue is too strong, it doesn't look like an enemy that a foundation cultivator can deal with."

"There will definitely not be a puzzle that cannot be solved in Taixu Palace."

"Perhaps... is there any key information that I have missed?"

After much deliberation, he couldn't find the answer, so Hu Chunsheng decided to withdraw temporarily and give up this operation.

at this time.

A casual cultivator nearby exclaimed.

"Ghost-faced man! He will come too!"

Hu Chunsheng looked along the voice of the words.

A tall and hideous figure walked slowly towards the statue in the dense fog.

Who is it if it's not a ghost-faced man?

It's just that he seems to be carrying something on his shoulders?
Hu Chunsheng was a little surprised. He didn't remember that he had passed this news to the other party.

He only selected a few big sects and sent them information.

After thinking about it, Hu Chunsheng shook his head.

"What about the ghost-faced man?"

"If you don't get the golden core, it is impossible to beat this statue."

Xiong Batian at the side was very excited and gearing up.

He sniffled, looking surprised.

"Eh? Ghost-faced man's vitality is much stronger than before!"

******
in the battlefield.

Before you know it, the idol has come outside the town.

Once here, it can unleash its power even more violently.

The ground shattered, the soil clods cracked, and the air waves churned endlessly.

It is difficult for ordinary monks to deal with the aftermath alone.

In mid-air, Dry Ice Powder had flushed cheeks and was out of breath.

The pressure brought by the idol is too great, even she is showing fatigue.

She turned her head and saw the figure of the ghost-masked man approaching, her beautiful eyes slightly opened wide.

Rationality tells Dry Ice that the other party is definitely not the opponent of the idol, but there is a faint expectation.

'Perhaps...he can perform miracles? '

At this time, the idol stepped on the ghost-masked man hard.

Dry Ice couldn't help exclaiming: "Be careful!"

boom! ! !
The crash was deafening.

The fog was dispersed by the shock wave.

The might shakes the heavens and the earth.

The ground is sunken, forming a deep pit, and many cracks are spreading.

Many people thought: "Isn't the ghost-masked man trampled to death?"

But soon, everyone's eyes widened, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

In the big pit.

The ghost-masked man raised his hands upwards, his energy and blood were like a sun in an oven, and his strength was like a dragon's elephant. Little by little, he forcibly lifted the big feet of the god statue.

One is about two meters tall, and the other is 40 meters tall.

It's like ants and elephants.

The huge gap between the body shapes makes this scene even more shocking.

An Le said coldly.

"It's time for you too, it's time to wake up!"

Others had no idea what happened.

But the dazed old Cheng head on his shoulder finally opened his eyes.

Old Cheng showed kindness, a little guilt and gratitude.

"Young student, I have worked hard on you along the way."

"I just... forgot a lot of things."

"I even forgot who I am."

His body gradually dissipated, turning into light spots all over the sky, and merging into the body of the god statue.

"I'll give you another ride."

The tall god statue shrunk rapidly to only ten meters in height.

The jade-colored halo all over his body seemed to be extracted, condensed into a small piece of jade, and fell into An Le's hands.

Then, it carefully picked up An Le.

The figure seemed to have turned into a streamer, and left from here quickly.

In the blink of an eye, he was out of everyone's sight.

Leaving them in place, looking at each other.

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(End of this chapter)