"Roar!"
A broken idol angered more idols and made them share the same hatred.
They roared at Tang Zhen, then rushed out of the square and went straight to kill Tang Zhen.
The surrounding monks who were wrapped in mud and turned into mud statues were also driven towards Tang Zhen.
Like a black wave, it surrounded Tang Zhen, like an isolated island about to bear the impact of a huge wave.
Seeing this scene, the great elder was secretly frightened.
All the monks were wondering, could Tang Zhen withstand such a terrifying attack?
At this moment, with Tang Zhen as the center, a wave of waves rippled in the air.
The waves spread in all directions, one after another, as if they would never subside.
The seemingly gentle waves actually hide a terrifying power that is enough to dissolve any force.
The mud statues that rushed towards Tang Zhen received an irresistible impact, flying upside down and being 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 in mud.
Both male and female monks were naked, without any covering at all.
Although some parts of his body have been petrified and corroded, his consciousness has been restored.
The faces of these monks flashed with deep surprise and emotion of escaping from death.
"Bang bang bang!"
Like hail falling, countless figures fell to the ground, and then got up again with embarrassed faces.
Between this rush and fall, the monks have regained control of their bodies, but if they want to return to their original state, they must practice for a while.
They sat directly on the ground, repairing their bodies while looking intently at the battlefield ahead.
Among the countless retreating figures, Tang Zhen stood tall like a mountain in the center, not affected at all.
Then the monks saw the statues rushing towards Tang Zhen, and they suddenly had frightened expressions on their faces.
It turned out that a gust of breeze came, mixed with drizzle, and drenched those powerful statues.
The indestructible statue of the god actually had pits formed one after another under the beating of raindrops.
This was just the beginning. As the raindrops became denser, the surface of the statue began to blur.
The muddy and fishy muddy water continuously flows downward along the huge body of the statue.
The closer to Tang Zhen, the denser the rain became, pouring down on the statue.
"Crack!"
The waving arm of the statue that rushed to the front was suddenly broken, and the decorations on its body had long been blurred.
There were pits all over the head, and an unwilling roar came from the deformed mouth.
The roar stopped abruptly as soon as it came out, and the huge head was broken off from the neck, rolling and falling to the ground.
"Wow!"
This shattering sound continued to echo in the square, and soon more shattering sounds were heard.
The ferocious and huge statues were constantly slumping to the ground under the beating of the rain, turning into piles of mud.
These objects made of mud are simply vulnerable when washed by the purest water energy.
"Wow……"
Seeing the statues of gods falling down, the strange pottery figures in the square immediately let out bursts of wailing sounds.
Judging from their appearance, they were obviously extremely sad and weeping and regretting the death of those statues.
There were also many potters, jumping around and cursing Tang Zhen loudly, while chanting incomprehensible spells.
Not long after, there was a howl in the distance.
Countless monks suddenly rushed out of the thick fog, dragging their stiff bodies towards Tang Zhen.
These were the controlled puppet monks. Driven by the strange Tao Ren, they launched another attack on Tang Zhen.
The puppet monks are not statues of gods and are not afraid of being washed away by pure water. The total number of them 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, and then there would be no hope at all.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the thought came up, Tang Zhen smiled coldly and pointed forward with his hand.
"Roar!"
The puppet monks who were rushing towards Tang Zhen suddenly stopped. They followed the direction of their fingers and rushed towards the place where the Tao people gathered.
The pottery man screamed and cursed in horror, and was turned into piles of broken pieces in the rampage of the puppet monk.
The gentle breeze and drizzle floating in the sky fell on the fragments, turning them into mud.
The melted mud squirmed and struggled, constantly stretching out its arms and head, but in the end it was washed away by the rain and could not return to its original shape.
After struggling for a long time, there was no movement at all.
The monks watching the battle were amazed. They did not expect that such a terrible crisis could be easily resolved by Tang Zhen!
When they came back to their senses, they found that all the pottery figures had turned into mud, and the puppet monks with red talismans also stood on the square like statues.
As the rain poured on them, muddy water continued to flow out of their seven orifices.
Although it looked terrible, as the muddy water flowed, the puppet monk's originally blurry facial features gradually became clear.
The weird aura on his body was slowly dissipating, becoming no different from a normal monk.
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 this mud is allowed to stay in the body, the puppet monk's soul will be sealed and he will never be able to gain freedom.
After another minute or so, the puppet monk, who was originally stiff, suddenly bent over and began to vomit.
Streams of black mud spurted out from their mouths, and their pale faces became normal.
After the mud was vomited away, the embarrassed monks looked around in confusion, trying to figure out what happened?
Then they saw that countless pottery statues had turned into mud, and countless treasure-hunting monks were sitting paralyzed in the surrounding square.
In the center of the square, there was a huge figure with a ferocious expression on his face.
This huge figure exudes a terrifying aura. Just looking at it makes your soul tremble.
Looking across from the huge figure, there was actually a monk standing opposite him. It was clear from his look that he did not take this huge figure seriously at all.
The puppet monks who had escaped from death had no idea where they were and what was going on.
The only thing that can be done is to wait and see.
Before we knew it, the storm subsided and everything returned to calm.
There was silence all around, and all the monks were looking at Tang Zhen and Tan Shen.
"Do you really want to die?"
Tan Shen returned to his original appearance, closed his open mouth, retracted his bulging eyes, and looked quite solemn.
"court death?"
Tang Zhen looked at Tan Shen and smiled coldly.
"You, a monster, can kill me with the help of a body made of mud?
If I don’t teach you a lesson, you really think you are a god! "
As soon as Tang Zhen finished speaking, he heard a burst of lightning and thunder, and a huge finger fell from the sky.
