Beiyin Great Sage

100 meters!

With a huge body that is dozens of stories high, the pressure it brings is difficult to describe in simple words.

The monster underneath the Pooley Building was actually larger, but it felt more like a combination of psychosis and madness.

It is an illusory and unreal existence.

Influence,

Most of it is in the mind.

It makes people subconsciously ignore its huge size.

But the reclining Buddha standing upright in front of him is a hundred meters tall and solid. Just shaking his body can cause the earth to shake.

The thick legs are like giant pillars.

The hanging head is like a god or Buddha looking down at the world.

A greedy and hungry desire appears on the cheek that should be full of compassion, giving people a more ferocious and terrifying feeling.

The reclining Buddha's eyes only glanced at Zhou Jia for a moment, then looked towards where Mr. Zheng and his group were, his eyes like glass shining with strange light.

"Amitabha!"

Reciting the Buddha's name, the reclining Buddha stretches his big hands forward and covers the crowd from a distance.

The big golden hand is like a cattail fan that covers the sky and the sun. The five fingers stretch out and spread the clouds. The power from heaven and earth gathers and rushes towards the Buddha's hand.

All of a sudden.

It's like the Five Fingers Mountain has fallen, and everything in my perception is dark, like a cage.

Even Mr. Zheng couldn't help but feel despair. His body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move at all under the pressure.

It’s over!

Everyone looked desperate.

In the face of such infinite power, numbers are useless.

"call……"

A breeze blew up in the stagnant space, and Zhou Jia, holding an ax and shield, quietly appeared on the scene.

His body was straight and tall, he looked up at the giant golden palm above him, his left arm trembled slightly, and he raised his shield against the falling big hand.

Five Elements Tiangang!

The cultivation level that has broken half of the seventh level, through the blessing of the Dragon and Tiger Xuantai, is comparable to breaking half of the ninth level.

Violence!

His strength has increased dramatically based on the original strength. Even the peak black iron master is probably far behind him when it comes to strength.

The keel of his left arm trembled and merged with the basalt shield.

All of a sudden.

Source power surged out along the Xuanwu Shield, turning into a huge shield that was a hundred meters long and appeared above everyone's heads.

The five-colored light on the shield wandered uncertainly, and finally turned into a black and substantial tortoise shell.

Just a glance.

Tortoise shell gives people an indestructible texture.

"boom!"

The golden giant palm landed on the black tortoise shell, and the air stagnated slightly, and the next moment there was a roar like a stormy sea.

The huge square was filled with ferocious cracks in an instant.

ground,

Suddenly it sank a few inches.

Air waves visible to the naked eye erupted from the mountainside, sweeping in all directions and even pushing away the white clouds in the surrounding sky.

The layers of air waves can be clearly seen from dozens of miles away.

The power of one blow is so terrifying!

"snort!"

Zhou Jia groaned and his arms trembled:

"Walk!"

"Let's go!"

Mr. Zheng came back to his senses, with a look of surprise in his eyes, but knowing that now was not the time to say more, he hurriedly shouted to the others:

"Let's go!"

"Get off the mountain!"

"Wow..."

The others came to their senses one after another and looked at Zhou Jia like a god. Without any time to think, they all turned around and rushed down the mountain.

Although there are many of them.

But a battle of this magnitude has nothing to do with the number of people.

Staying here is just a matter of death. Even with Mr. Zheng's strength, it is impossible to help him at all.

The reclining Buddha's face darkened as he missed a single hit.

The glass eyes the size of doors and windows showed anger, and when they saw the 'food' and were about to run away, their expressions became more ferocious.

"mercy!"

Reciting the Buddha's name, it stepped forward, made a fist with its five fingers and smashed it out horizontally.

Being large often means moving slowly. After all, being too heavy will increase consumption and resistance. This is common sense.

But this common sense obviously cannot be applied to the reclining Buddha.

It was as if it had supernatural powers. It stepped forward and ignored air resistance. The arm that punched seemed to punch a big hole in the void.

Listen to the wind!

God's move!

Zhou Jia raised his head and felt that everything in the world suddenly slowed down.

wind,

Messy and chaotic flying.

The golden fist smashed through the air, pulling out milky white airflow between the fingers, and the huge arm moved forward in a straight line.

This straight line included him, and also included many figures behind him.

Enlightenment!

Countless punches came to mind one by one, and every detail of the reclining Buddha's punches was magnified in my mind, and even the changes were deduced.

Twenty meters in front is when the punch is at its weakest.

A kind of enlightenment suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Uh-huh!"

As soon as he thought, Zhou Jia transformed into a flash of light, rushed forward twenty meters, rolled his body, and smashed down with the shield in his hand.

The moment he smashed down the shield, Reclining Buddha's fist also appeared at this moment.

"boom!"

The huge force directly interrupted the reclining Buddha's fist, his golden fist hit the ground, and his body, which was 100 meters high, could not help but sway.

The next moment.

Five-color lightning appeared in the field.

Zhou Jia holds a double-edged ax in his hand, swinging the ax blade at a speed that is difficult to discern with the naked eye, and the thunderous light of the ax shines.

The light of the ax transformed into hundreds and hundreds of thousands. For a time, the small space was filled with streaks of five-color lightning, and spread upward along the arm of the Reclining Buddha at an alarming speed.

Five thunders!

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Five-color lightning exploded from the inside out.

The golden fist bore the brunt of the attack and shattered on the spot. The huge golden arm was devoured, torn apart, and even shattered by countless thunder snakes.

The thunder extended for a hundred meters, shattering the arm of the reclining Buddha, and even landed on the huge head.

"boom!"

Half of the head suddenly collapsed.

The golden liquid fell from the sky like raindrops, and the 100-meter-long reclining Buddha couldn't help but scream in pain, and his body fell sideways.

The people running wildly below saw this scene, and their faces were filled with ecstasy.

Such a powerful reclining Buddha is no match for Zhou Jia?

What else is there to be afraid of?

"Peng!"

A big hand swung out and whipped Zhou Jia away. The huge force caused him to smash into the rocks and plunge into the mountain to an unknown depth.

The reclining Buddha lying on the ground struggled to get up, and his damaged head and broken arms healed quickly by swallowing rocks.

But in the blink of an eye, it has begun to take shape.

"Run away!"

Mr. Zheng withdrew his gaze and looked gloomy:

"There are more than one Buddha on this mountain. Come down quickly!"

As he said that, he looked at Liang Xingzhi, Chang Wuming and others with slight surprise in his eyes.

Quite a few of these people have broken through to the black iron realm. Zhou Jia's strength is really amazing, and he can actually bring out so many masters.

Others also came to their senses and helped others escape down the mountain while running.

Fortunately, after the Reclining Buddha appeared, the Arhat, Bodhisattva and others quietly stepped aside and stopped making any moves, which made it easier for them to escape.

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"boom!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Zhou Jia was among the rocks. The place where he was was bombarded by the furious reclining Buddha, and the surrounding rocks were shattered like soil.

He was holding a shield in his hand, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he was holding on to the incoming punch.

When the punch slowed down, he finally rushed out of the mountain.

One person and one Buddha looked at each other, and the huge difference in size was no longer an insurmountable limit at this moment.

"call……"

Zhou Jia exhaled softly, the Five Thunder Ax Techniques of the Dzogchen realm echoed in his mind, and tiny arcs of electricity quietly appeared in the void.

In addition to the five thunderous strikes from the sky, the rest of the original ax techniques are slowly taking shape.

"Amitabha!"

The reclining Buddha squints his eyes. Although he is a product of the abyss and his mad nature is hard to get rid of, the origin and characteristics of this body give it a somewhat special spirituality.

There seems to be some control over the uncertain future.

Danger!

The existence in front of it, as small as an ant, actually gave it an extremely dangerous feeling, and this feeling was getting stronger and stronger.

Chanting the Buddha's name, the Reclining Buddha took the lead.

Nirvana Buddha Palm!

Some kind of special instinct allows it to naturally control the power of heaven and earth. With one palm fall, it seems to cover the cycle of life and death.

In Zhou Jia's view, although the reclining Buddha's palm skills are at a high level, his moves are full of flaws.

However, its huge size and terrifying strength could have covered up all its shortcomings, but the opponent it encountered was Zhou Jia.

God's move!

During the slowdown, all shortcomings will be magnified.

Zhou Jia moved forward, his body like lightning, and the double-edged ax weighing a thousand kilograms turned into an afterimage and struck the incoming palm, bombarding him continuously.

"boom!"

The violent roar caused smoke and dust to fill the air, and the reclining Buddha lost track of his opponent for a while.

where?

Lowering his head and scanning the mess all over the ground, the Reclining Buddha felt alarmed and suddenly raised his head to look up. A thick thunder light narrowed his eyes.

Crazy thunder shook the sky!

The power of thunder pushed Zhou Jia from top to bottom. The hundred-meter-long thunder was like a god swinging an axe, cutting a deep mark on the reclining Buddha.

And there is more than one thunder.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

Nine thunderbolts continuously hit the reclining Buddha at an astonishing speed, and the huge power directly cut out cracks that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Hot golden blood flowed from the crack.

"Roar!"

In pain, the reclining Buddha couldn't help but roar to the sky. The roar was full of pain, and it also caused several figures on the top of the mountain to open their eyes.

Uh-huh!

The gazes were far apart and fell on the field.

The gaze seemed to have substance, with heavy pressure, looking at the figure that looked like a flea in front of the reclining Buddha, murderous intent emerged.

Zhou Jia clenched his teeth, and his body turned into a stream of light and rapidly rotated around the reclining Buddha.

There were five thunderbolts from the sky!

Three steps!

Uh-huh!

Dacheng's three body steps can produce three afterimages that are difficult to distinguish between true and false. Even the extreme speed can allow the afterimages to have real attacks.

And at this time.

Seven Zhou Jia suddenly appeared on the field.

Each Zhou Jia raised his double-edged ax high and slashed out five-color lightning towards the reclining Buddha.

"boom!"

"Rumble..."

The hundred-meter-high reclining Buddha began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His arms collapsed, his legs were broken, huge holes were blasted out of his chest and abdomen by thunder, and his head was exploded by five-color lightning.

The 100-meter reclining Buddha, whose strength must be no less than that of a peak black iron master holding a high-grade mysterious weapon, was actually beheaded by him on the spot!

"Wow..."

Zhou Jia leaned back and felt a powerful force pouring into his body, pushing the Shenhuang Jue, which had broken half of the seventh level, to become stronger rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, you are not far away from breaking the eighth level.

Apart from acquiring the Source Star, it has been many years since I experienced this kind of surge in cultivation, but I can actually experience it again today.

But before he could feel it carefully, two twisted halos of light came from above and fell on him regardless of the distance.

"Peng!"

The huge force directly whipped Zhou Jia hundreds of meters away. Even his violent body could not help but vomit blood.

In an ancestral hall somewhere on the top of the mountain, three gods slowly stood up straight.

The aura of each god-man is much stronger than that of the Reclining Buddha, almost breaking the limit of black iron.

Guanyin Temple.

Guanyin, who is taller than the reclining Buddha and has a compassionate face, opens his eyes, holds a jade purification bottle and gently swings the willow branch, then slowly turns around.

Somewhere in a square.

A golden Maitreya statue of more than 200 meters stretched its muscles and bones and looked into the distance.

Buddhist temple!

Thousand Buddha Cave!

Buddhas appeared quietly one after another.

Infinite pressure emerged from all directions, causing Zhou Jia's expression to darken. He turned into a stream of light and rushed down the mountain without caring about anything else.

escape!

This mountain is simply not accessible to those in the Black Iron Realm.

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foot of the mountain.

"Buzz..."

In the empty broken hall, a vortex quietly emerged.

The strange fluctuations also attracted the attention of people nearby, and figures were running towards here quickly.

The celestial instrument of the Eagle's Nest was opened according to the agreed time.

"You go in first!"

Mr. Zheng put something into Xing Qi's hand and said hurriedly:

"There is source marrow inside. Tell Golden Eagle to keep the passage open. This time we will pick up all the survivors."

Having said this, I couldn't help but look back, my eyes filled with sadness.

There were originally more than two thousand people, but now the number was less than three hundred, and a large number of them were injured.

Thousand Buddha Mountain!

Looking up at the towering mountains, the deafening roar was still there, making people worried about Zhou Jia's condition.

"Walk!"

Putting away his distracting thoughts, he pushed Xing Qi into the passage.

‘Although there are fewer people, there are more masters. There are nearly ten black irons, two mid-level black irons, plus many high-level mortals. ’

‘Such forces are no longer weak in Shicheng! ’

"Everyone come here!"

Mr. Zheng raised his voice and shouted loudly:

"Across the way is Hongze Territory, which is our Eagle's Nest. Once there, you will no longer be in danger and can settle down."

After a pause, he glanced at the audience and spoke slowly:

"There are no man-eating monsters out there!"

"There won't be any aliens there who kill people at will!"

"There……"

"It's our new hometown!"

There was silence.

Mr. Zheng's voice was hoarse and old, without any emotion, but it had an inexplicable appeal. Everyone slowly raised their heads after hearing the voice, and a glimmer of hope gradually appeared in their dead eyes.

"Well……"

I don't know who it was, but suddenly I knelt down and cried bitterly, whimpering softly.

The crying seemed to be contagious, and tears filled one eye after another. Their experiences in these days had caused them to encounter too much and suffered too much.

"Let's go!"

Yin Ji wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, helped someone up, and walked towards the passage:

"Let's go home!"

"right!"

Mr. Zheng nodded with tears in his eyes:

"Let's go home!"

"Go home!"

He waved desperately and shouted at the top of his lungs to get everyone to gather and watch each individual figure disappear into the passage.

"Mr. Zheng."

Liang Xingzhi appeared in front of him, looked back at Qianfo Mountain, and said in a worried voice:

"What should I do, Uncle Zhou?"

"Zhou Jia." Mr. Zheng looked back with complicated eyes:

"He'll be fine."

"Uncle Zhou won't go back with us?"

"No."

Mr. Zheng bowed his head:

"He would have gone the other way."