Return from the second dimension

"Roar!"

A shattered idol angered more idols and made them angry with the enemy.

They roared at Tang Zhen, then rushed out of the square, went straight to Tang Zhen and killed them.

The surrounding monks who were wrapped in mud and turned into mud statues were also driven to Tang Zhen.

Like a black wave, it surrounded Tang Zhen, like an isolated island about to withstand the impact of a huge wave.

This scene made the elder secretly startled.

All the cultivators wondered whether Tang Zhen could handle such a terrible attack?

At this moment, with Tang Zhen as the center, there was a wave of waves in the air.

The waves spread to the four directions, one wave after another, as if it never subsided.

The seemingly soft waves actually hide the power of terror, enough to dissolve any power.

Those mud statues that rushed towards Tang Zhen received an irresistible impact, and they flew backwards and were pushed in all directions.

In the process of flying backwards, the mud shell on the surface of the body broke and fell, exposing the body covered by the mud.

Regardless of the male and female monks, they were naked, without any cover.

Although some parts of the body have been petrified and corroded, the consciousness has been restored.

The faces of these monks flashed thick surprises, feelings of escape in their hearts.

"Boom!"

Like hail falling, countless figures fell to the ground, and then got up again with embarrassment.

During this rush and fall, the monks have regained control of the body, but if they want to return to the beginning, they must practice for a while.

They sit directly on the ground, repairing their bodies, and at the same time looking intently at the battlefield ahead.

Among the countless retreating figures, Tang Zhen stood in the center like a mountain, completely unaffected by it.

Then the monks saw the gods rushing towards Tang Zhen, suddenly showing a panic expression.

It turned out that a breeze hit, mixed with a drizzle of rain, showering on the menacing gods.

The indestructible idol appeared to be pitted under the beating of raindrops.

This is just the beginning. As the raindrops get denser, the surface of the statue begins to blur.

The turbid and smelly muddy water continued to flow downward along the huge body of the god statue.

The closer you get to Tang Zhen, the denser the rain will become, and it will generally spill on the body of the god.

"Patter!"

The deity that rushed to the front suddenly broke his waving arms, and the patterns on his body were already blurred.

The head was full of potholes, and inside the deformed mouth, there was an unwilling roar.

The roar stopped abruptly, and the huge head broke off from the neck, tumbled and fell to the ground.

"Wow!"

This cracking sound reverberated continuously in the square, and soon more cracking sounds came.

That huge and hideous idol, under the beating of rain, was steadily limp on the ground, turning into piles of mud.

These mud-made objects are completely vulnerable under the purest water energy washing.

"Wow……"

Seeing that a statue of a deity fell down, the strange pottery figures on the square immediately let out wailing sounds.

Looking at them, it is obvious that they are extremely sad, and they are crying and crying for the fall of those gods.

There were also many pottery people, jumping and cursing Tang Zhen loudly, while chanting inexplicable spells.

After a short while, there was a howling in the distance.

Countless monks suddenly rushed out of the dense fog, dragging their stiff body towards Tang Zhen.

This was the puppet monk who was under control. Under the impetus of the strange potter, they attacked Tang Zhen again.

The puppet monks are not gods, and they are not afraid of being washed by pure water, and the total number is at least 10,000.

Every monk who watched the battle couldn't help being worried. They were afraid that Tang Zhen would lose the puppet monk, so there was no hope.

Unexpectedly, the thought just came up, but Tang Zhen smiled coldly, reaching out and pointing to the front.

"Roar!"

The puppet monks who rushed towards Tang Zhen stopped abruptly. They followed the direction of their fingers and rushed towards the place where the potters gathered.

The Tao Ren screamed and cursed in horror, which turned into piles of broken pieces in the rampage of the puppet monks.

The gentle breeze and drizzle floating in the sky fell on the debris and poured the debris into mud.

The melted mud wriggled and struggled, constantly stretching out his arms and head, but in the end it was washed away by the rain, and it was impossible to restore the prototype.

After struggling for a long time, there was no more movement.

The monks who watched the battle were amazed. They didn't expect such a terrifying crisis to be easily resolved by Tang Zhen!

When they came back to their senses, they found that all the pottery had turned into mud, and the puppet monks with red talisman on their bodies were also standing on the square like statues.

As the rain poured in, mud water was constantly flowing out of their seven orifices.

Although it looks horrible, but with the muddy water flowing, the originally vague facial features of the puppet monk gradually become clear.

The strange aura on his body is also slowly dissipating, becoming no different from normal monks.

The monks who were watching the battle suddenly realized that Tang Zhen had saved the lives of a large group of monks.

If this mud is allowed to stay in the body, the puppet monk will be sealed with the soul, and will never be able to get free.

After another minute or so, the puppet monk, who was originally stiff, suddenly bent over and began to vomit.

A stream of black mud sprayed from their mouths, and their pale complexion became normal.

After the mud spit out, the embarrassed monks looked around in confusion, trying to figure out what happened?

Then they saw that countless pottery statues turned into mud, and countless treasure hunters were sitting paralyzed on the surrounding square.

In the middle of the square, there was a huge figure with a hideous expression on its face.

This huge figure exudes a frightening aura. Just looking at it, it feels that the soul is trembling.

Looking at the opposite side of the huge figure, there was actually a monk standing opposite each other. Looking at his appearance, he knew that he didn't even put the huge figure in his eyes.

The puppet monks who had escaped from the dead had no idea where this was, and what happened?

The only thing that can be done is to watch the changes.

Unconsciously, the wind and rain subsided and everything returned to calm.

The surroundings were silent, and the eyes of all the monks were looking at Tang Zhen and Tan Shen.

"Do you really want to find death?"

Tan Shen returned to his original appearance, closed his open mouth, retracted his bursting eyes, and looked quite solemn.

"court death?"

Tang Zhen looked at Tan Shen and gave a cold smile.

"Only you monster, with the help of a mud shell, can kill me?

If I don't teach you a lesson, I really think I am a god!"

As soon as Tang Zhen's voice fell, he heard a flash of lightning and thunder, and a huge finger fell from the sky.

Tan's expression changed drastically, and he raised his head to open his mouth to the sky, and countless bones spurted out.

The bones formed a shield and floated on the head of Tan Shen, trying to resist the fingers that fell from the sky.

With a loud noise, the bone shield uttered a whine and was poked into fragments by fingers falling from the sky.

The finger's prestige remained undiminished, and it directly stuck Tan Shen's head.

"Crack!"

At the top of Tan Shen's head, a large hole was poked out by his fingers, and clear cracks appeared on his face.

Black gas emerged from the cracks, and lava was hidden inside. Although it healed quickly, the scars were extremely scary.

"court death!"

Tan Shen's expression became hideous again, and countless white bone spears sprayed from his mouth, smashing at Tang Zhen overwhelmingly.

"But so!"

Tang Zhen said coldly, and once again raised his hand and pointed towards the front.

An invisible force shook those bone spears into powder, and then fell on Tan Shen's body.

"Crack..."

The earth began to tremble, accompanied by a wailing, followed by a continuous crackling sound.

Tan's supernatural power body was full of cracks, with an unconcealable shock on his face, suddenly shattered and collapsed.