Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Zhang Yang had only one thought in his mind—how could he possibly die here?

hum!

Suddenly, the Vajra pestle in his hand burst forth with a blinding light, enveloping Zhang Yang's entire body.

clang!

The dwarf felt as if he had kicked an iron wall, and was then thrown away by a bouncy force, tumbling several times in the air before landing.

"what?"

"what happened?"

"That stick is glowing!"

The dwarves cried out and took a few steps back.

Zhang Yang felt something flowing inside his body; a warm current surged from the Vajra Pestle into his arm and spread throughout his body along his meridians.

That feeling of drowsiness seemed to have been broken through by something.

My body started to obey my commands.

Zhang Yang pushed himself up and stood up: "Unknown deity, thank you..."

The dwarfs were stunned.

"He's not dead?"

"Did you miss with that kick?"

"No, it's that divine artifact..."

Before they could finish speaking, Zhang Yang took a step forward, the ground cracked open, and he shot forward like an arrow, arriving in front of a dwarf in the blink of an eye.

"Inch Force - Chaotic Thunder!"

Zhang Yang's arm suddenly exploded open, and the Vajra Three-pronged Pestle swept out horizontally.

This attack seemed simple.

But Zhang Yang had practiced the Inch Heart Fist technique.

He knew what it meant to exert force. (Spirit)

The core of the Inch-Heart Boxing style is explosive power over short distances.

It's not about the length of the arm swing, but about the explosive power of the moment when the muscles and bones twist.

It involves twisting the toes, rotating the waist, extending the shoulders, and flicking the wrists to concentrate all the power into the shortest distance, then releasing it all at once.

At this moment, the Vajra Pestle replaced the fist, but the way it exerted force was exactly the same.

Before the dwarf could react, the golden steel rod had already swept across its waist.

Boom! The wine

The dwarf's body flew through the air as if hit by a cannonball, tumbling seven or eight times before sliding for over ten meters and crashing into a rock, where it collapsed limply.

It stopped moving.

"died?"

The other dwarfs stood there, stunned.

"That last moment..."

How did he do that?

"He's just an ordinary person..."

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, feeling the power flowing through his body.

The Vajra Pestle gives him strength.

Or rather, it was guiding him.

Zhang Yang gripped the steel bar, his gaze fixed on the second dwarf.

"Ah!"

The dwarf screamed and jumped back as fast as the wind.

But it's faster to show off.

The light from the Vajra Pestle left a golden trail in the air.

"Inch Force - Rock Breaker!"

This move is the most powerful technique in the Cunxin Fist style.

The key is to concentrate all your strength on one point, and then break through the surface with that point.

It's like cracking a walnut with a hammer.

The flamboyant Vajra Pestle drew an arc in the air before crashing down hard.

The dwarf raised his arm, trying to block.

Boom!

A crater was blown open in the ground, the dwarf's arm was smashed to pieces, and his body was smashed directly into the soil.

Dirt splashed everywhere.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The little dwarf in the pit was now silent.

The remaining four dwarfs' expressions suddenly changed.

"H-How is this possible..."

"He actually killed both of them..."

Is he really an ordinary person?

"No! It's that stick! There's something wrong with that stick!"

The dwarfs were terrified.

Zhang Yang held the Vajra Pestle, his gaze fixed on them.

"There are four more."

The four dwarfs menacingly distanced themselves, chanting incantations as if about to unleash some kind of magic.

"This is too much! There's even a mage segment." Zhang Yang looked at the dwarf who was more than two hundred meters away from him and could only gasp for breath.

This is how you fight a mage in melee combat.

hum-

The Vajra pestle in his hand emitted a dazzling light.

What exactly is going on with this thing?

Before Zhang Yang could catch his breath, the light from the Vajra Pestle suddenly intensified.

A burning sensation surged from his palm, rushing down his arm and into his body.

Zhang Yang shuddered, and the scene before him began to distort.

Grassland, sky, flowers... everything is spinning.

A voice rang in my ears, grand and deep, as if coming from a very distant place, or as if emanating from within my body.

In a daze, he saw something.

Countless images flashed before my eyes.

death.

stars.

Scripture.

Buddha statue.

There is also a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were devoid of emotion, carrying only a condescending scrutiny.

Zhang Yang tried to look away, but found that his body was completely out of his control, and the Vajra Pestle in his hand burst out with dazzling lightning.

Crackling sounds!

Countless tiny electric currents spread from the surface of the steel rod, wrapping around his arms, shoulders, and chest, enveloping him in an electric grid. The next moment, he lost control of his body.

His body was still moving, but he was no longer controlling it.

Zhang Yang slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, and there was no emotion in his pupils.

The four dwarfs stopped chanting the curse, and were now trembling all over.

"That's...that's..."

"The great and mighty King Deming!"

"The wrathful form of Manjushri Bodhisattva!"

"The divinity of wisdom!"

"It's possession! The divine artifact has developed a spirit and possessed him!"

The dwarf's voice was filled with fear.

"This is the Fairy Realm... Everything that has happened since the birth of the universe, and everything that will happen, is recorded here..."

"Those who possess its abilities can draw power from it!"

"The Vajra Pestle...it has awakened!"

Zhang Yang stood there, expressionless, and simply waved his hand casually.

Rumble!

Four bolts of lightning shot out from the Vajra Pestle and struck the remaining four dwarfs.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The four dwarfs' bodies turned to ashes in the lightning, and even the ashes were scattered by the wind.

The meadow returned to silence.

Zhang Yang stood still for a moment, then spoke, his tone laced with anger: "Why did you come here? Why did you take over this body?"

"However, since we're already here..."

"Then let's go look for it."

"Pagan gods".

"Execute."

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Crimson Emperor Descends, and the Earthen Stove Remains Smokeless

Zhang Yang's consciousness is clear.

The body is moving.

But he couldn't control it.

It's like sitting in a car speeding by, with someone else at the wheel, and all you can do is watch the scenery rushing past the window.

Suddenly, the surrounding scenery began to distort.

The grasslands disappeared, replaced by a beautiful, azure ocean, with the waves gently lapping against my skin.

What's going on here?

"This is the way of moving in the Star Realm. It is a collection of discontinuous alternate spaces or barriers without any connection points. You have moved between these spaces."

Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment: "Wait, who are you?"

"I am the Great Vajrabhairava King."

"..."