Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

"Haha! It turns out that I, Old Bear, also have a lucky day!"

A bold and hearty laugh suddenly came out from the fog.

"What's this called?"

"Treading on iron... where there is no rice, the iron hoof will get it... it will be easy to get it!"

He seemed to want to throw in a line of ancient Chinese literature, but unfortunately his cultural level was very limited.

Stuttering and fragmented.

But when he heard this voice, Wan Xinrong's face changed.

"It's Xiong Batian!"

In recent days, many talented and outstanding people have come to the fore.

Xiong Batian is one of them. He has terrifying strength and can make an ordinary foundation-building cultivator vomit blood with just one punch.

boom! ! !

Before Bandai-san could react.

A loud bang exploded very close.

The air waves surged and the ground shook.

The Ziyun Sect disciple with weaker cultivation base was swaying and standing unsteadily.

Bandaisan was closest, his ears were buzzing, and he was terrified.

"This is Xiong Batian!?"

He couldn't imagine what would happen if this punch landed on him.

Bandaisan quickly began to consider retreating.

He still had some self-awareness and knew that he could not compete with such a strong man.

next second.

"Ouch——"

Xiong Batian cried out in pain in the thick fog.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck, why is it so hard?"

Looking at his fists and palms, they were covered in blood and flesh, revealing his pale bones.

Then, a terrifying pressure spread from the body of the statue, emitting a faint spiritual light.

The thick fog was dispelled a little.

Only then did Bandaisan see part of the statue's appearance.

Unlike most statues in City God Temples which are no taller than ten meters, this City God statue is actually thirty or forty meters tall.

Blocking out the sky!

It’s just the existence of fog that conceals such a huge body.

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

The most different point is.

There are no facial features or appearance on the head of the statue.

There was only an empty face, which looked weird and creepy.

Boom!

One of the statue's feet landed right next to Bandaisan.

Under the terrifying power, he was frightened to the point of being rigid and unable to move, and his mind went blank.

Fortunately, even though it was offended, the statue did not seem to have any intention of hurting anyone, and walked away step by step.

Wait until it goes away.

When Bandai-san came to his senses, he found a hot and wet feeling in his lower body, and he felt annoyed and bitter.

"I actually wanted to challenge such an existence before?"

"Was the Ghost-Faced Man also facing this kind of guy before?"

******

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

The statue does not want to hurt anyone, but many people have already targeted it.

Someone spread the news in advance, saying that the statue would appear here, so many powerful people were waiting here.

In the fog, powerful auras appeared one after another.

An ice-blue sword light cut through the night sky.

Falling straight onto its surface.

Very powerful.

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

The wandering cultivators hiding nearby couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Unfortunately, this sword did not leave any trace.

But the ice-blue spiritual power on it caused the statue to pause slightly and its movements became a little slow.

In the mist, another flame was burning.

The short-haired little Flame Lord exploded with his attack, and flames gushed out.

The statue is naturally safe.

However, the flying sparks landed on some residents' houses and were about to be ignited.

The icy spiritual power swept across with a flying sword and extinguished it.

On the roof of a house.

Qian Bing, dressed in an ice-blue Taoist robe, stood tall and shouted.

"Xiao Yanjun, why do you want to hurt innocent people!"

"With your spiritual awareness, it shouldn't be difficult to control these mysterious flames, right?"

Chang Yan snorted coldly.

"I can burn it if I want!"

"I want you to take care of it?"

However, just as she finished her words, a gust of wind blew in her face with great force.

Chang Yan's eyes widened, and he had no time to speak.

boom!

The statue's huge hand blew it away in an instant.

Not much easier than flicking a stone away.

She fell heavily to the ground far away, seriously injured.

Obviously, the statue still held back, otherwise this blow would have been enough to beat Chang Yan into a pulp.

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

The faceless face looked around.

Many monks were frightened.

Can they really deal with such a statue?

However, the temptation to join Taixu Palace was too great, and since the statue had never killed anyone so far, there were still many independent cultivators joining the battle.

******

dark place.

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

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

His original intention was to weaken the power of the statue with the help of other monks.

Take action at the last minute and reap the benefits.

But at the moment, it seems that even if this group of people attack together, they are no match for the statue.

"What Little Flame Lord, what Dry Ice Fairy... they are nothing special, not as reliable as my own Old Bear."

Hu Chunsheng turned his head and looked.

His companions were applying herbs on Xiong Batian's paws, causing him to grimace in pain.

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

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

Xiong Batian looked very aggrieved.

"I just want to see which is harder, my fist or this thing."

Hu Chunsheng covered his face in silence.

He turned his head and thought.

"This statue is too powerful. It doesn't seem like an enemy that a foundation-building cultivator can defeat."

"The Taixu Palace will definitely not present a puzzle that cannot be solved."

"Perhaps... there is some crucial information that I missed?"

After much thought and unable to find an answer, Hu Chunsheng decided to temporarily withdraw and give up this operation.

at this time.

A casual cultivator nearby exclaimed.

"The Ghost-Faced Man! He's coming too!"

Hu Chunsheng looked in the direction of the voice.

A tall, ferocious figure slowly walked towards the statue in the thick fog.

If it’s not the Ghost-Faced Man, then who else could it be?

But it seems that he is carrying something on his shoulders?

Hu Chunsheng was a little surprised. He didn't remember passing this message to the other party.

He only selected a few large sects and sent intelligence to them.

After thinking about it, Hu Chunsheng shook his head.

"What about the ghost-faced man?"

"Unless you have reached the Golden Core stage, it is impossible to defeat this statue."

Xiong Batian, who was standing aside, was very excited and was ready to go.

He sniffed, looking surprised.

"Huh? The Ghost-Faced Man's energy and blood are much stronger than before!"

******

In the battlefield.

Before they knew it, the statue had arrived outside the town.

At this point, it can vent its power even more violently.

The ground was broken, the soil cracked, and the air waves continued to surge.