Killing God with one finger is shocking.
The broken body of the statue was scattered everywhere, and the bones were rolling down like a torrent.
The nearby monks hurriedly dodged, fearing that if they slowed down a few breaths, they would be drowned by the torrent of bones.
There was silence in the square. Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. Unexpectedly, Tan Shen, who seemed invincible, collapsed into pieces.
I breathed a sigh of relief, which turned into a sigh in an instant.
Sure enough, as Tang Zhen said, Tan Shen is just a body made of clay. It looks fierce, but in fact it is not as powerful as imagined.
He wasn't even considered a god at all, otherwise he wouldn't have been directly defeated by Tang Zhen as soon as they fought.
While feeling emotional, he began to become more curious about the origin of Tang Zhen's cultivation.
The great elder was filled with doubts. Are all the servants of the gods so powerful?
The monks were thinking wildly, but it did not affect the battle in the center of the square, because what had just been shattered was just a body.
Tanshen's true identity has not been revealed yet.
"Roar!"
As the body shattered, mountains of bones were scattered around, and the object hidden in the belly of the statue finally revealed its true identity in Mount Lu.
It was a drop-shaped red jade like a hill. The red color was not its original color, but was dyed red by the liquid inside.
The jade is covered with blood vessel-like lines, and those dancing tentacles grow out of its interior.
At this moment, as the bones were scattered, the vascular tentacles began to wave continuously, looking like a weird octopus.
In the center of this red gemstone, there was a figure floating. The body was covered with a thin layer of flesh and blood, but it was still a skeleton.
The figure was struggling violently, as if the baby had been stripped of its quilt and thrown into the wild for thirty-nine days.
"Asshole, what do you want to do?"
An unwilling roar came from the gem, obviously coming from the mutilated skeleton.
"If I guess correctly, you should have nothing to do with the spiritual world. You are just a lingering indigenous god from another world, right?"
The other party asked angrily, which could only show that he was guilty and helpless, and there was nothing he could do to face Tang Zhen.
"Yes, but so what?"
The being in the gem asked, with a hint of reluctance and suppressed madness in his tone.
"I don't understand why you were not killed directly after being defeated.
Instead, he stayed in the spiritual world, hiding in this small cave, trying every means to survive? "
To Tang Zhen, the half-dead Tan Shen in front of him, who had to give birth to a divine fetus to save his life, was not worth mentioning at all.
The ultimate goal of those previous tricks was just to attract the monks.
This incident also proved that Tan Shen was weak and had to spend a lot of time to attract greedy monks for him to devour.
The secret realm of Tanxu is nothing more than a scam, using so-called treasures to lure greedy guys to come and die.
It was the mountains of corpses that made the skeleton-like Tan Shen's body covered with a thin layer of flesh and blood.
However, to restore it to its original state, it is estimated that hundreds of millions of monks will need to sacrifice themselves.
For Tan Shen during the period of complete victory, this was something that could be easily accomplished, but now it is just a luxury hope.
Tang Zhen is at least certain that for those who control the spiritual realm, Tan Shen is an existence that is not worth mentioning at all.
Otherwise, he would not be allowed to stay in the spiritual realm, lingering until now, and still be able to pretend to be mysterious and lay traps.
As for how many foreign monks or local monks will be lost, the controller of the spiritual world does not care at all.
The more you think about this matter, the more frightening it becomes. Who knows how many similar destitute gods are hidden in the spiritual world?
After losing his godhead, he became half-dead. He could only try to survive, but he was still dreaming of regaining his strength.
After hearing Tang Zhen's question, Tan Shen, who was in the state of a divine fetus, immediately let out an extremely weird laugh that was made up of a sneer and a bitter smile.
To an outsider, it sounds more like whining.
"I actually want to know why you didn't kill me, that would be the end of it.
When the world I was in was invaded, all the monks rose up to resist, but they were no match for the enemy.
Seeing that the whole world is about to be destroyed, I can only gather a large number of monks and put them into the Kingdom of God, and then start a decisive battle with the invaders.
Unexpectedly, the enemy was too powerful. In just one round, I was almost beaten to death and had to hide in the Kingdom of God.
At first, I secretly thought that I was lucky enough to have a chance of survival, but now that I think about it, it was obviously done intentionally by the other party.
At that time, I was about to die. In order to save my life, I had to use special means to reshape the divine fetus.
By refining the soil and shaping the body of the god, he barely managed to save his life.
But the price I paid was that the entire Kingdom of God was swallowed up by me, and all my believers and monks turned into withered bones in my belly. "
Tang Zhen nodded, he had already guessed this.
Judging from the number of withered bones, the total number may be hundreds of millions. Obviously, they cannot all be the remains of foreign monks.
If so many foreign monks were really killed, it would have caused a sensation long ago, instead of only revealing the secret now.
Those monks never dreamed that the shelter they thought was safe would turn into a place where they died collectively.
If the skin is gone, the hair will not be attached. This kind of group destruction is not uncommon in wars between gods.
Regardless of whether they are willing or not, monks will eventually become victims of war because of the fall of their gods.
In this kind of plane war, if the gods ultimately lose, the monks have almost no chance of surviving.
It's just that the believers of Tanshen did not die in the hands of the enemy, but in the hands of the gods they believed in. This is indeed a tragedy.
Tan Shen's situation is indeed a bit miserable, but compared to those indigenous gods who lost their lives, he is strangely lucky.
Perhaps he wants to know more, what is the purpose of the controller of the spiritual world doing this?
By this moment, the truth has been revealed.
Tan Shen is not a local god in the spiritual world, he is just a captive, and his identity can be said to be insignificant.
As long as Tang Zhen is willing, he can kill the opponent at any time without worrying about retaliation.
The problem is that Tan Shen today is just a bereaved dog. Not only has he lost his godhead, he has even lost much of his godly origin.
Tang Zhen needed the source of God to improve his strength, but he was not greedy for food. He really looked down upon Tan Shen's little reserve.
If he tried to snatch it away, Tan Shen, the poor guy, would probably lose his life immediately.
If you really do this kind of thing, you are not taking advantage of others' danger, it is simply adding insult to injury.
Tang Zhen had no need and didn't bother to do this.
The most important point is that the controller of the Spirit Realm has spared Tan Shen's life, so why should he kill the other person in an unnecessary way?
If for this reason, the layout of the controller of the spiritual world is delayed, the other party will definitely not let him go.
Tang Zhenzhi was afraid of being inferior to such a being who surpassed the level of a god king, so how could he take the initiative to provoke him?
If he had a choice, Tang Zhen would rather this incident had not happened. If he had known the truth earlier, he would never have entered the Tan Xu Secret Realm.
But it's different now. The matter is related to the Origin Spiritual Treasure, so even if he bites the bullet, Tang Zhen must carry the matter through to the end.
