Beiyin Great Sage

Su Jian is tall and strong, has a background as a runner, and has the title of national-level athlete. His flexibility in movement is what he is most proud of.

After advancing to the Black Iron by chance, his physique is comparable to that of Superman.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the field, he found the right moment to break out and yell at the target crowd:

"Run south!"

"After entering the forest, run down the mountain. If you can move, run as quickly as possible!"

The lethality of artillery shells and rockets can barely cause damage to the novice monks in Qianfo Mountain, but are almost useless to Arhats.

Not to mention Arhats and Bodhisattvas.

Fortunately, they had a lot of smoke bombs in their hands. The thick fog filled the whole place, blocking their sight, and they could not see their fingers for a while.

This creates conditions for escape.

"call……"

A big golden hand came out of the smoke and fished it out horizontally. Su Jian rolled to avoid it, hugged someone and rushed forward.

He sent the people out of the square, gave an urgent explanation, and rushed back again.

…

Guo Yi is young and is a chef apprentice. He dropped out of school early. He is very competitive and does not like the people around him.

But his name was correct.

This person is very loyal.

He held a black iron weapon in the shape of a long sword and rushed out without saying a word. Relying on his cultivation in the black iron realm, he beheaded novice monks and arhats one after another into serious injuries.

Then he motioned to the people around him:

"Do it!"

"Even if you kill them, you still have the strength to escape. Run down the mountain. Even if you can't escape, don't die in such a miserable way. Sitting and waiting for death has no spine at all!"

He despised this kind of people the most.

It's all about death anyway, so why not die more staunchly? When someone drives you to the mountain to cook, you don't even dare to resist, you don't have any courage.

But he just thought about this, said a few words and rushed to another place.

Time is urgent.

The chaos in the field will not last long. Once Arhat comes back to his senses and the smoke dissipates, it is still unclear whether they can escape.

…

"whee……"

The weird laughter came, making Su Jian's face darken. Before he could think about it, a giant Arhat had already appeared in front of him.

Ear-digging Arhat!

The appearance of this Arhat is the most human-like, unlike other Arhats, which either have a big belly or have droopy ears and shoulders, each with different appearance.

Its eyes are smart and its expression is leisurely and contented, giving people a wonderful feeling of being enlightened, full of fun and full of meaning.

Suffer!

Su Jian's heart sank.

He suddenly thought of the origin of the ear-picking Arhat.

Nagashina was a commentator who was born in India and lived on a hillside. He became famous for his discussion of "Er Gen" and attained the rank of Arhat.

Ear base?

The six roots are pure!

Hearing...

"call!"

The big hand came forward, ignoring the cover of the smoke, and hit Su Jian accurately.

The ear-picking Arhat not only has amazing hearing, but his original name also means Dragon Army, which represents the huge power that can destroy mountains.

"boom!"

Amidst the loud noise, Su Jian spurted blood and fell back.

next moment.

A group of Arhats and novice monks holding sticks surrounded him, and sticks weighing hundreds of kilograms were smashed down in disorder.

…………

"ah!"

The familiar screams made the corners of Yin Ji's eyes twitch.

Something happened to Su Jian!

I don't know what the situation is like on Guo Yi's side, but with Guo Yi's temperament, even if he dies, he will probably grit his teeth and not speak out.

"Walk!"

Taking a deep breath, Yin Ji growled at the others:

"Now, hurry down the mountain."

With that said, he rushed towards the square again.

Maybe it was because they were too confident in their own strength, or maybe the people who rushed up the mountain were too weak, but the group of Arhats did not tie up the survivors.

This makes the rescue of several people much easier.

Create opportunities and give hope. As long as people are still lucky, they will not choose to sit back and wait for death, and flee down the mountain one after another.

A few people can survive with a little struggle.

"Uh-huh!"

Yin Ji's body was like lightning, and he rushed towards a gathering place of survivors that he had remembered before, but what he saw made him stunned.

An Arhat who was ten meters tall stood in the field, holding a huge cloth bag in his right hand and looking at himself with a smile.

Bag-bag Arhat Ingatha!

The cloth bag in its hand was bulging, and something could be seen moving inside.

people,

I'm afraid they've all been put into the bag.

"Amitabha." Butai Arhat said with a narrowed smile:

"I looked at the face of the benefactor and saw that he was destined to be my Buddha. Wouldn't it be nice to stay and enter my belly and study Buddhism with me?"

"damn you**"

Yin Ji's face darkened and he retreated.

He is self-aware and knows that he is no match for Arhat, and he will not desperately want to save people because of impulse.

"Don't leave!"

The man-bag Arhat strode forward, his ten-meter height allowed him to take several feet with one step. He bent down and scooped it up with his big hand, and he pinched Yin Ji who was running forward extremely delicately.

According to legend, Ingatha was a snake catcher in India.

He caught the snake to make it easier for pedestrians to avoid being bitten by the snake. After catching the snake, he pulled out its fangs and released it in the mountains. He achieved positive results due to his benevolent intentions.

The cloth bag in his hand was originally a snake bag.

This grasp was like grabbing the seven inches of a snake. It seemed ordinary, but it made Yin Ji feel that he could not escape no matter what.

"drink!"

Amidst the angry shouts, he turned sharply, and an arc of light came out of his sleeves and struck at the Arhat's palm.

"Ding!"

The scimitars and palms collided, but there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Yin Ji gathered his strength and went all out, but it was still a bit difficult to hold on. He finally managed to hold on to the scimitar without letting go, and his body flew out.

The Bag Arhat just leaned back and opened the bag in his other hand, covering Yin Ji's head.

The cloth bag in its hand is obviously the product of a special source of matter.

The bag didn't look big, but it was still empty after containing many people, and there was a huge suction pulling it through the air.

"ah!"

Yin Ji roared angrily, his skin and flesh trembled rapidly, and with the help of a secret technique he had learned from Mr. Zheng that he was not yet proficient in, he jumped several feet to escape the suction of the bag.

next moment.

The dizziness after losing strength came to mind, and he couldn't help but staggering on his feet.

But the Bag-bag Arhat will not give up just yet.

A big hand falls!

…………

Under the siege of two arhats and two mounts, Mr. Zheng went all out to use Tianpeng's vertical and horizontal method, turning his body into an afterimage and shuttling back and forth.

Arhat and mount are huge.

In comparison, with his small stature, he is like a nimble flying bird, dodging left and right under the opponent's offensive, and occasionally counterattacking.

However, compared to his body skills, his attack power is obviously insufficient.

Apart from making Linglu fall to the ground once, there was almost no merit in the whole process.

"ah!"

The screams made Mr. Zheng's heart sink.

Looking around the whole place, the smoke has begun to dissipate, and Arhats and novice monks are frantically slaughtering the survivors who are trying to escape.

on the square.

Blood flows like a river!

Corpses everywhere!

The severely injured and wailing man was lifted high by the Arhat and thrown into the already boiling water of the copper cauldron. He screamed in agony and struggled wildly inside.

"Peng!"

Several novice monks held sticks in their hands and smashed people in who tried to climb out of the bronze tripod.

The smashed head was bruised and bloody, and he was unable to resist. Finally, it turned into cooked meat, rising and falling in the cauldron, exuding a strange meaty smell.

There are even Arhats who find slender iron sticks and pierce a person from head to tail.

Then put iron skewers in hand on the fire to bake.

The person who was penetrated was not dead for a while, and he was still moaning.

Most of them were novice monks cleaning up the broken limbs and meat on the ground, throwing large pieces into the cauldron aside and boiling them at high temperature.

People of the same race cook meat together!

Purgatory on earth!

Although Mr. Zheng has experienced and experienced for decades, his state of mind has been hardened like a stone. Seeing this tragic situation, he still couldn't help but feel sad.

brute!

monster!

…

Clenching his steel teeth, roaring in his heart, he suddenly broke out of the siege.

Although he couldn't bear it, he also knew that there was nothing he could do. The most important thing now was to preserve his strength and help more people survive.

Those who cannot die are worthless!

With such a chaos, many people had already rushed into the dense forest and fled down the mountain. It was worth it to save so many people.

time to go!

"Uh-huh!"

A cold light flashed before his eyes, Tianpeng moved vertically and horizontally spontaneously, and his body seemed to go against inertia from advancing rapidly to accelerating backward.

It was like there was an invisible rope pulling at the back.

"Swish!"

Dozens of rays of cold light intertwined into a network, covering a radius of several feet, and fell head-on.

quick!

Extremely fast!

Almost as fast as a peak black iron master.

"drink!"

Mr. Zheng shouted low, his arms suddenly retracted, and he rushed straight for more than ten feet. In an impossible move, he broke through the cold light and turned around and landed on the ground.

"what?"

His body tensed, he turned around and his eyes narrowed.

A Bodhisattva about six meters high appeared in the scene at some unknown time. He was looking at him with his hands clasped together and a compassionate smile on his face.

Compared with Arhats and spiritual beasts, Bodhisattvas are not large in size and can even be considered petite and exquisite.

But at this time, the arhats and spiritual beasts who had just taken action restrained their ferocious expressions, and stood very obediently behind the Bodhisattva.

"Guanyin?"

"Thousand-Hand Guanyin!"

His eyes swept across the many arms folded behind the Bodhisattva, and Mr. Zheng's voice couldn't help but deepen.

"Good, good, good." Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara walked slowly, her voice was soft, and it carried a peaceful artistic conception that made people feel like a spring breeze:

"My Buddha is compassionate, and I came to this world specifically to save the lives of all people..."

"evil creature!"

Before it finished speaking, Mr. Zheng had already turned around and rushed forward, his ears tightly closed, with no intention of discussing Buddhism and theory with the other party.

"Don't leave!"

The Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, possessing supernatural powers, appeared behind Mr. Zheng with one step. Thousands of arms stretched out behind him, each holding a sword and a wheel of weapons.

He smashed it down hard towards the tiny figure in front of him.

All of a sudden.

There were many afterimages in the sky, air waves surged, and the howling wind carried a deafening roar, rushing in the direction of the weapon.

Compared to Arhat, this one's power is even more terrifying.

"Tianpeng Zongheng!"

The fierce murderous intention caused Mr. Zheng's complexion to change drastically. His body skills were pushed to the limit in an instant, and countless afterimages appeared in the space.

"Uh-huh!"

"Bah..."

There was a cracking sound that gave Mr. Zheng a chill in his heart.

It was not that he was injured, but that the clothes made of Wei Kong grass were cut by the energy, which also greatly reduced the effectiveness of Wei Kong grass.

Shenfa couldn't help but slow down.

This respite would be no problem in normal times, but at this moment, it makes people despair, and a jade Ruyi has been hit on the chest.

"Peng!"

Mr. Zheng's body trembled, and he vomited blood and flew backwards for more than ten meters.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Seeing this, the Thousand-Armed Guanyin looked ferocious and ecstatic, but shouted the name of the Buddha of Compassion in his mouth. He strode forward and reached forward, reaching out with both hands to fish it out.

The big mouth has been opened in advance, and I can't wait to taste the delicious food in front of me.

The next moment.

"boom!"

A dazzling thunder light fell from the void, and the winding thunder draped directly on Guanyin's face, making her scream and wail and fall back.

His hands couldn't help but loosen.

"Zhou Jia!"

There was no need to look back. Mr. Zheng already understood who the visitor was. He seemed to have a backbone in his heart, and he suddenly felt certain.

In the eyes of others, he is the anchor of stability for survivors.

But he himself knows very well that whether it is in the Ruins Realm or here, Zhou Jia, who has extremely powerful power, is the foundation of the earth's people.

So when the survivors complained that Zhou Jia didn't help them improve their strength, he was the only one who kept saying good things for Zhou Jia.

"Take people down the mountain."

The breeze was rippling, and Zhou Jia, who was over two and a half meters tall, appeared in front of Mr. Zheng and threw out a piece of storage equipment:

"There is the source marrow inside, which can send people back to the Eagle's Nest."

"Original marrow?"

Mr. Zheng took over the equipment and couldn't help but feel happy:

"and you……"

"I'll stop them."

Zhou Jia stepped forward, his ears trembled slightly, and at the same time the Source of Consciousness Star brightened, and his body and even his soul all changed at this moment.

Listen to the wind!

Dragon Tiger!

Violence!

God's move!

"boom!"

An aura that almost surpassed the peak of black iron emerged from him. Just the source of power vibrating the air, making Mr. Zheng involuntarily retreat.

Even breathing was stagnant.

"Uh-huh!"

Zhou Jia waved his hand and a long knife flew out of the air.

At the same time, the Thousand-Hand Guanyin in sight looked ferocious, waving the thirty-six treasured weapons in his hand and beheading him.

Each of those treasure weapons is obviously a special source of some kind, and its power is no less than that of the Black Iron Mysterious Weapon.

Before acquiring the Divine Walk, Zhou Jia might not have had much confidence in being able to resist such an offensive, but now...

"Peng!"

The shield struck lightly, seemingly slowly, but it caused the air to vibrate violently. Thirty-six treasures flew away together, and the central door of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin opened wide.

God's move!

step!

call……

Mr. Zheng behind him shrank his eyes and his heart was beating wildly.

The speed of Zhou Jia's step was actually a minute faster than him, and his movements were easy and free, without causing any noise.

Shrinking the ground into an inch is nothing more than that!

Five thunders!

The thunder attribute technique doubles the power.

Dragon Tiger!

Enhanced physical fitness.

Violence!

The strength increases dramatically, and you can fight across levels.

The five-color thunder light converged on the double-edged axe, and struck Guanyin in front of him with terrifying force.

"boom!"

Just for a moment.

The six-meter-tall Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara was torn apart by the violent thunder. Thirty-six treasure soldiers fell in all directions, and golden corpses fell like rain.

There was silence.

Mr. Zheng's breathing became even more short, and he couldn't help but hesitate in his movements.

The Thousand-Hand Guanyin's strength is estimated to be second only to masters like Wu Shidao, but even such a being cannot be defeated by Zhou Jia's blow?

When did he become so strong?

"Let's go!"

After hitting the target, there was no joy on Zhou Jia's face, but his expression became more solemn. His eyes passed over many Arhats and looked behind them.

In the middle of the mountain, a reclining Buddha slowly opened his eyes.

Reclining Buddha.

The body is over 100 meters long!

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Yin Ji was pinned to the ground by the Bag Arhat with one hand. The bottomless bag opened in front of him and he was getting closer and closer.

The weapons in his hands were also swept away.

despair,

Come to mind.

Seeing that he was about to be covered by the bag, the Bag Arhat's movements suddenly froze, and the big hands on his body suddenly lost their strength.

Without any time to think, Yin Ji hurriedly broke away from the bag and jumped up.

What came into view was the huge Arhat suddenly falling to the ground, with a long knife wrapped in lightning penetrated into the back of his head.

It seems to be some kind of summons.

Yin Ji was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took a step forward and held the long knife.

The next moment.

"Buzz..."

Everything about the Purple Thunder Sword Technique flowed into his sea of ​​consciousness along the Thunder Sword.

Daoguo!

The fruit of the path is not a fruit.

everything,

All can be carried.

The cloth-bag Arhat on the ground was not dead for a moment and was still struggling. Yin Jifu reached his heart, and with a tremor of his wrist, the thunderous sword light was already slashing down.

Winter thunder!

"boom!"

As the head of the Bag-bag Arhat exploded, a huge source of power also poured into his body.

At this time.

Liang Xingzhi, Chang Wuming and others also rushed to the square. Under the leadership of Mr. Zheng who had recovered his senses, the Arahants and novices who were in the crazy killing field rescued the still alive people one by one.

As for Arhat.

Except for the two who were far away, all others were stopped by Zhou Jia alone holding a shield and axe.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that thanks to the killing, one by one Black Iron was born among the survivors, all their faces were filled with ecstasy. Only Mr. Zheng showed no joy on his face and shouted:

"Get off the mountain!"

"Hurry down the mountain!"

"Rumble..."

The earth shook.

The reclining Buddha wakes up.

Zhou Jia blasted the Arhat riding an elephant into the air with an axe, and his body sank suddenly. He looked up and saw a huge figure covering one side of the sky.

The terrifying pressure made his skin tremble, his heart panicked, and his expression became more solemn.

Buddha!