I Have a City in a Different World

"Roar!"

A shattered idol has angered more idols, making them share the same enemy.

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

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

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

This scene made the elders secretly startled.

All the monks were thinking, in the face of such a terrifying attack, can Tang Zhen withstand it?

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

The waves spread in all directions, one wave after another, as if it would never subside.

The seemingly gentle waves actually hide terrifying power, enough to dissolve any power.

The mud statues that rushed towards Tang Zhen were hit by an irresistible blow, and they flew upside down and were pushed in all directions.

In the process of flying upside down, the mud shell on the surface of the body shattered and fell, revealing the body covered by the mud.

No matter male or female monks, they are all naked, without any cover at all.

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

On the faces of these monks, there was a deep surprise, and the emotion of escaping from life and death.

"Bang bang bang!"

Like hail falling, countless figures fell to the ground, and then climbed up with embarrassed faces.

Between the rush and the fall, the cultivators have regained control of their bodies, but if they want to return to normal, they must practice for a period of time.

They sat directly on the ground, while repairing their bodies, they stared at the battlefield in front of them.

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

Then the cultivators saw the gods who rushed towards Tang Zhen, and suddenly had expressions of horror on their faces.

There was a gust of wind,

Mixed with drizzle, it rained on those menacing statues.

The indestructible statue, under the beat of raindrops, appeared pits one by one.

This was just the beginning, as the raindrops became denser, the surface of the statue began to blur.

The muddy and foul-smelling muddy water flows down one after another along the huge body of the statue.

The closer he got to Tang Zhen, the denser the rainwater became, pouring down on the statue.

"Clap!"

The deity rushing to the front, the waving arm suddenly broke, and the decoration on the body has long been blurred.

The top of the head is full of potholes, and an unwilling roar is emitted from the deformed mouth.

The roar stopped abruptly as soon as it came out, and the huge head broke off from the neck and rolled to the ground.

"Whoa!"

This cracking sound reverberated in the square, and soon more cracking sounds were heard.

Under the slap of the rain, the monstrous and gigantic statue was constantly slumped to the ground, turning into piles of mud.

Objects made of these mud, washed by the purest water system energy, are simply vulnerable.

"Wow……"

Seeing the statues fall down, the strange pottery figures in the square immediately let out bursts of mourning.

Looking at their appearance, it is obvious that they are extremely sad, and they are crying and regretting the fall of those idols.

There were also many pottery figures, dancing and cursing Tang Zhen loudly, while chanting inexplicable incantations.

Not long after, there was a howling from a distance.

Countless cultivators suddenly rushed out of the thick fog, dragging their stiff bodies towards Tang Zhen.

This is the controlled puppet cultivator. Driven by the strange potter, they attacked Tang Zhen again.

The puppet monks are not idols, and they are not afraid of the washing of pure water, and the total number is at least ten thousand.

Every cultivator watching the battle couldn't help but feel worried. They were afraid that Tang Zhen would lose to the puppet cultivator, so there was no hope.

Unexpectedly, just as the thought came up, Tang Zhen smiled coldly and pointed his finger in front of him.

"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 pottery people gathered.

The pottery screamed and cursed in horror, and in the rampage of the puppet monk, he turned into piles of broken fragments.

The gentle wind and drizzle floating in the sky fell on the debris, pouring the debris into mud.

The melted mud wriggled and struggled, constantly extending its arms and head, but in the end it was unable to restore its original shape because of the rain.

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

The monks watching the battle were amazed. They did not 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 people had turned into mud, and the puppet monks wearing red talismans also stood on the square like statues.

As the rain poured, muddy water continued to flow out of their seven orifices.

Although it looks terrible, with the flow of muddy water, the originally vague facial features of the puppet cultivator gradually became clear.

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

When the monks watching the battle saw this, they suddenly realized that Tang Zhen had saved the lives of a large group of monks.

If the mud is allowed to remain in the body, the puppet monk will be sealed with his soul, and he will never be able to obtain a free body.

After another minute or so, the puppet cultivator, who was originally stiff, suddenly bent down and started vomiting.

A stream of black mud spurted out of their mouths, and their pale faces became normal.

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

Then they saw that countless pottery statues had turned into mud, and in the surrounding square, there were countless treasure hunters sitting slumped.

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

This huge figure exudes a terrifying aura, and just by looking at it, I feel that my soul is shaking.

Looking at the opposite of the huge figure, there was a cultivator standing opposite to each other. From his appearance, he knew that he didn't take this huge figure in his eyes at all.

The puppet cultivators who escaped from death have no idea where this is and what happened?

The only thing to do is to wait and see.

Before you know it, the wind and rain subsided and everything returned to calm.

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

"Do you really want to court death?"

Tan Shen returned to his original appearance, closed his open mouth, and withdrew his bulging eyes, looking rather solemn.

"court death?"

Tang Zhen looked at Tan Shen and smiled coldly.

"Just a monster like you, with a body made of mud, can kill me?

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

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