Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

The Crimson Emperor firmly grasped the tip of the Vajra Pestle in his palm, and a smile appeared on his lips as he looked at Zhang Yang, who was so close to him.

"Your anger is pure."

"But pure anger can't hurt me."

After saying that, He suddenly exerted force with His palm!

call!

Crimson flames erupted from His palms, spreading upwards along the Vajra pestle!

Even through the staff, even though it was only the divine power of Yamantaka that was possessing Zhang Yang, he could still feel the intense heat that could burn everything.

"Wow!"

Zhang Yang roared angrily, trying to pull back the Vajra Three-pronged Pestle.

But I can't draw it out.

The Crimson Emperor's hand gripped the tip of the staff like an iron clamp.

The crimson flames continued to spread upwards, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang was completely engulfed by the crimson flames!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A painful roar came from within the flames.

The golden light on the surface of the Vajra Pestle was gradually stripped away by the scorching red flames, like a shell being peeled off to reveal the original metallic texture inside.

As the golden light peeled away, the power that Yamantaka had bestowed upon Zhang Yang also dissipated rapidly.

The Crimson Emperor watched this scene and said calmly, "I will accept your anger."

The flames suddenly flared up!

boom!

The golden light on the surface of the Vajra Pestle exploded completely, turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated into the air.

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At the same time, a deep voice in Zhang Yang's mind let out a roar of unwillingness.

The wrath of Yamantaka was completely burned away.

The Red Emperor released his hand.

Zhang Yang's body fell from mid-air and crashed heavily onto the stone platform in front of the Taoist temple.

boom!

He lay on the ground, panting heavily.

"I'm back?"

He tried shouting it in his mind again.

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no respond.

Zhang Yang paused for a moment, then let out a long sigh: "They're leaving..."

He braced himself against the ground and stood up unsteadily.

The Crimson Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him.

Zhang Yang and the Crimson Emperor stared at each other for three seconds before Zhang Yang spoke, "Um... this great god, I'm just an ordinary person passing by. What's happening here has nothing to do with me. Could you let me go?"

The Crimson Emperor simply looked at Zhang Yang quietly and asked in return, "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know," Zhang Yang shook his head, "but I think you must be Lord Zhurong, right?"

The Crimson Emperor shook his head slightly: "Not all fire gods in the world are Zhu Rong."

“My name is Crimson Emperor, or you may call me ‘Crimson Wrath’.”

"I also possess the divine essence of 'civilization'."

"In this Starry Realm, I can see everything you have experienced," the Crimson Emperor said calmly. "I have seen where you came from, what you have done, and what you have said."

Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

This is not good news.

Could it be that He saw through my trans-space travel? Surely He's not that abnormal?

The Crimson Emperor looked at him, his gaze becoming more serious: "Young man, I strongly disagree with what you did before."

Which matter are you referring to?

"You used lies to provoke the female cult leader, causing her to destroy the industry of all of Europe."

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's what it was..."

It's nothing, nothing at all. He thought his secret of being a time traveler had been discovered.

"To win the competition of civilizations with rumors, to destroy the foundations of an enemy nation... this is not a glorious thing." The Red Emperor's tone became stern. "Go back. After you return to the earth, declare to the whole world that everything you have said is a lie."

Zhang Yang's expression suddenly changed, and he directly refused: "I won't do that."

The Crimson Emperor frowned slightly: "What did you say?"

“I said I wouldn’t do that,” Zhang Yang repeated. “The words have already been spoken, whether they are true or false is no longer important, what matters is that someone believed them. Whether I tell the truth or not won’t change anything.”

The Crimson Emperor was silent for a moment: "You're quite stubborn."

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Do you know how many people will die because of your lies?"

"Maybe those people are doing even better."

The Crimson Emperor's gaze darkened: "If I were still the Holy King in the mythology who tasted all kinds of herbs and gave people fire, I would probably accept your statement and have a proper discussion with you. But I am now in a state of disobedience, so... I am very angry now."

"I can tell."

"But I understand your situation. If you were just an ordinary person, it would be understandable that you would resort to such a desperate measure in that situation."

"..."

"I'll give you a choice." The Crimson Emperor's voice suddenly turned cold: "Either you do as I say, and when you go back, declare that what you said was a lie."

"Either—"

He stretched out his hand, and between his fingers, a cluster of crimson flames danced.

"I will burn you to death."

"Then your soul will be refined into a fire spirit, to suffer the torment of your soul being burned by flames for all eternity."

Zhang Yang stood there, looking at the cluster of flames in the Crimson Emperor's hand, and then he smiled.

"why are you laughing?"

"I laugh at you, so-called expert, your words are as empty as farts."

The Crimson Emperor's expression changed: "What did you say!"

“I said…” Zhang Yang raised his head and looked directly at the high and mighty deity, “Ever since I finished studying history, I have only one attitude towards you gods: you’d better not show up.”

"If it does appear, it would be best if it were an incompetent god."

"But now that you've all popped up one by one, I'd like to ask you something..."

His voice grew louder and louder: "You are the Red Emperor, and your ancestors have received our offerings for generations. Where were you gods when we suffered and were humiliated?"

Where were you when we were praying to gods and Buddhas?

"Where were you when we were starving, freezing, dying of disease, or being murdered?"

"What right do you gods have to stand here and boss me around!"

"Even if it wasn't my intention, I did strike back at Great Britain, which had just bullied us. What right do you have to tell me what to do?"

The Crimson Emperor roared, "What do you know, you brat?"

"Gods and men should not associate with each other."

"This is the way of Heaven."

"It is precisely because Heaven is ruthless that it is supremely benevolent."

"It is precisely because He does not interfere with the birth, aging, sickness, death, joy, sorrow, and reunion of mortals that He is the most just."

After hearing these words, Zhang Yang raised the middle finger of his left hand.

"Bullshit! Gods and men don't associate, so what's in front of me?! If you're so otherworldly, what are you doing down here? Looking for a fight?"

The Crimson Emperor's face was extremely gloomy.

"You're... looking for... death!"

The moment the words fell, a terrifying aura erupted from the Crimson Emperor!

boom!

The entire crimson sea of ​​clouds began to surge violently, the eaves of the Taoist temple began to tremble, and countless cracks spread out from the feet of the Crimson Emperor, as if the entire space was trembling!

Zhang Yang stood before this terrifying aura.

My legs are shaking.

My heart is pounding.

Every nerve in my body is screaming.

Every thought was trembling.

Run! Run fast!

This is not something a mere mortal like myself can face.

But he didn't run away. Instead, he gripped the Vajra Pestle tightly in his hand. It seemed that there was still a trace of divine power left in his body, a wisp of embers from the wrath of Yamantaka that hadn't yet been completely burned away.

boom!

The Crimson Emperor raised his hand, and the crimson sea of ​​clouds suddenly boiled. Countless crimson flames condensed into a huge fire dragon, and as it opened its mouth, waves of heat rolled out.

The winding path, with its beginning and end connected, completely covers the sky above the entire Taoist temple!

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The fire dragon swooped down.

Rumbling--

A wave of heat hit him, instantly scorching his hair and causing painful red marks to appear on his skin.

I'm so incredibly stupid!

The cheat ability is to travel through space and resurrect infinitely, although there is a seven-day cooldown period. I shouldn't have been so reckless; I should have chosen to play it safe.

That's right, I should be a person who follows the path of survival.

But...

I can't stand even a little bit!

Zhang Yang poured his last bit of divine power into the Vajra Pestle.

Then he rushed out.

boom!

With a push of the feet, a sea of ​​crimson clouds exploded beneath their feet!

His figure transformed into a blur, gripping the Vajra Pestle, and thrusting it toward the Crimson Emperor's heart!

In that instant, Zhang Yang's consciousness suddenly became incredibly clear.

It was as if all distracting thoughts had been drawn away.

Only one thought remained in his mind: pierce him!

There was no fear, no hesitation, no distracting thoughts in his eyes.

He could hear his own heartbeat.