Chapter 154: The Remnants of the Cold Altar, the Southern Foothills Submit

"Xu Yang, come out and see me!!"

The thirty-foot-tall figure is as tall as a mountain, and the bronze-cast body gives people a great sense of oppression, as if it were a giant Buddha in the mountains, carrying the eternal majesty and murderous intent.

A host of saints looked on.

"It's about to start a fight!"

"Tsk tsk, Da Dan takes action. I haven't seen that in a long time."

"Zhi Gang is not here. It is rumored that Xu Yang has thousands of zombies that can fight across levels. Who will win?"

"Never mind, it's better to beat his brains out."

Most of the spectators were gloating because, after all, it was not them who were fighting, so they naturally hoped that the fight would be as exciting as possible.

Deep in the Yin Mountains, everyone in the Zhang family was also watching this side.

No matter what, Xu Yang must die today.

Tongshou and Xu Yang did not have any deep hatred. It was most likely that he just taught him a lesson and then took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on Xu Yang after everyone had dispersed. In this way, he could put the blame on the Saga County Palace.

What Zhang Renwen didn't know was that not far away, an old man with a white beard was silently watching everything here, and then quietly disappeared underground.

What they didn't know was that this place was also under the jurisdiction of the landowner.

From the moment I arrived here, I came into the sight of the landowner.

"Calculating the time, the Great Sage should know it by now." The old land master sneered.

Almost everyone thought that Xu Yang could not win, except the old man who was full of confidence.

This new Great Sage is brave and resourceful, good at manipulating people's hearts, and has almost no flaws in his character. The Great Sage's talents are enough to reorganize the money.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Everyone looked up and saw a scene they would never forget.

It turns out that the shadow was not caused by darkness, but by a larger entity blocking the light of the sky.

It was a figure that could not be described in words.

The golden scales of armor shine towards the sun, and the giant god is pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it.

Silver-white armor and dark gold iron stick.

There are nine heads, each with a different expression and the appearance of Xu Yang.

This giant god is about three hundred feet tall.

What is the concept of 300 zhang? One zhang is 3.3 meters, and 300 zhang is 999 meters, which is exactly ten times the length of the bronze head.

A small part of the upper body was covered by clouds.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Taoist Yuanfu was horrified. It was the first time he saw such a huge Dharma body.

"Terrible." Zhang Renwen backed off in his heart, thinking that the Zhang family's Yin Lei might not be able to deal with this person.

But how did this person maintain his Dharma body? Was it a formation or an illusion?
Zhang Renwen continued to watch with curiosity. Since he couldn't find himself anyway, he decided to find out who this person was.

"The Great Sage has returned." The old land god was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the time many years ago when the Heavenly Palace still existed.

Some people say that the Jade Emperor is cold-blooded and ruthless, but they don’t know that without the suppression of Heaven, the Three Realms would have been in chaos long ago.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The Taoist of Tongshou didn't believe it. He paid no idea how much it cost for this Dharma body. He absorbed the resources of more than a dozen copper mountains and even entered the soldier cave to absorb weapons from ancient battlefields. Only then could he create a Dharma body of a hundred feet.

The bronze-headed Taoist pinched his fingers together and opened his mouth to spit out a stream of cold military energy.

The black gas quickly expanded and combined, forming thousands of swords, spears, and halberds, as well as evil soldiers and generals who controlled the weapons.

This wasn't a real ghost soldier, but the evil spirit that Tongshou had absorbed when he was absorbing the remnants of the ancient battlefield. This was his most powerful spell. As long as he wasn't dead, the ghost soldier's evil spirit would be endless. "Kill!"

Everyone seemed to be on an ancient battlefield, surrounded by shouts of killing and the murderous aura of swords and weapons that shook their minds.

Xu Yang's huge body was equivalent to a target, so there was no need for any formation or military diagram, just go up and bombard him directly.

Boom boom boom! !

Countless soldiers and generals swarmed forward, but the moment they approached Fa Tian Xiang Di, Fa Xiang burst out with thunder, blowing them to pieces.

Even if some of them break through the Yin Thunder, they cannot defeat the defense of the Dharma body.

Next it was Xu Yang's turn to fight back.

Whoosh!

The iron-mixed stick as big as a giant tree hit the bronze head's head. The air was squeezed by the powerful force, and the pressure came before the stick fell.

The strong wind overwhelmed the gods, and they all used their magical powers to escape as if they were fleeing from their enemies.

"not good!!"

The copper-headed Taoist's pupils shrank and he turned into a golden light and dodged away.

boom!
The iron rod fell to the ground, creating a gully that was ten feet wide and several hundred feet long.

The two Dharma images began to fight, and the Bronze-headed Taoist was like a little mouse in front of the huge Dharma image.

In less than three rounds, Xu Yang picked him up like a rat.

"Are you convinced?" Xu Yang smiled faintly, feeling extremely happy inside.

This time, he successfully mastered the art of heaven and earth and absorbed the essence of the Nine-headed Insect. Only a strong body can control this kind of magical power. Otherwise, he would have become a target for the attack from the Bronze Head just now.

At the same time, he solved the doubts that he had been having for many years, why did the great masters always fight in hand-to-hand combat, or only know two or three moves? In fact, ordinary spells can't cause much damage to the enemy, and it is not as lethal as direct hand-to-hand combat.
Or maybe a person with great supernatural powers only uses one proficient supernatural power, and his combat effectiveness is greatly reduced after it is cracked. It is not that they do not know other spells, but that their trump cards have been cracked, so there is no point in using lower-level spells.

Therefore, as one's cultivation level increases, the strong people around him will often have two extremes.

One is to specialize in one method, and rely on one or two tricks to travel the world. Once it is cracked by others, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

There is also another type who is proficient in everything and has countless ways of coping. Sun Wukong back then was half of that.

"I want both." Xu Yang thought as he carried the bronze-headed Taoist who looked like a dead pig.

The Warring States silk book is his greatest advantage. He can learn such skills as Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils, and Buddha Kingdom in the Palm.

After struggling in vain, the guy finally gave up resisting.

Although Xu Yang did not break through to the Great Pill level, he had absorbed the blood of the ancient gods and his immortal weapons after all. For him, handling this ordinary Great Pill was as easy as a chick.

"Are you convinced?" Xu Yang asked again, and he couldn't help but use more strength in his hands, as if he wanted to crush the big piece of bronze.

The Taoist of Tongshou cultivates his physical strength and uses force to hurt people, while the Law of Heaven and Earth can restrain them.

"I surrender, sir... I surrender." The bronze-headed Taoist hung his head in dejection, and completely let out a breath in his heart, and his Dharma image returned to its normal size.

Xu Yang also became smaller as the power of Fa Tian Xiang Di was consumed too much.

The bronze-shou Taoist fell to the ground like a dead dog and dared not resist anymore.

"Who else is not convinced?" Xu Yang looked around, and those who met his gaze lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at him. Taoist Yuanfu secretly felt lucky that he did not openly support Tongshou, otherwise Tongshou might not die, but would definitely use him as a warning to others.

"Greetings to Master Chongyang!" Chongren bowed his head.

At this point, the four counties of Nanlu have surrendered, and the influence of Jiuyou Temple has spread to the four counties of Nanlu. Xu Yang's words are final, and no one will oppose them. Shinto beliefs will also be spread.

Xu Yang looked into the distance.

"There's another person."

(End of this chapter)