Under One Person: I, Qingcheng Zhao Yuzhen

Chapter 92: Nezha doesn’t even dare to be so arrogant in front of me, you piece of shit!

"Do it!"

Almost at the moment when Jiang Fan swallowed the pill, the tiger-like creature made a sound.

Having been one of the Ten Bosses for so many years, even if he didn't have any brains before, he has basically developed one these days.

Jiang Fan didn't look like he was willing to negotiate properly at all.

However, Ru Hu did not choose to take action immediately.

The old Taoist priest was still standing there. The appearance of these two great masters at the same time was so oppressive that even this "hero" was frightened!
With the lineup on his side, facing one of the two alone, Na Ru Hu felt that there was a chance of winning.

Facing two people at the same time?

Even if I and Ding Shimaan could hold the old Taoist priest back, it wouldn't work.

But in the battle of discounts, things are never just about looking at paper data.

Each person's ability to respond on the spot, their endurance, and the destructiveness of their moves are all strongly related.

Simply put, we are all mortals, and if we are hit by swords, spears, swords or halberds, we will be injured or die.

Since we are all human beings, there will always be a chance of winning if so many people work together.

If you really only rely on paper data, just write all your skills, moves and effects on a card.

There is no need to fight when the aliens meet. Can't they just take out the cards and fight to decide who is stronger and who is weaker?

Such a thing is obviously impossible.

and so--

After seeing Jiang Fan's attitude and knowing clearly that this task could not be accomplished today, Na Ruhu just kept waiting.

Wait for an opportunity!
An opportunity to tip the balance between the two sides.

That’s the Tang Sect!

Tang Sect’s Dan Shi, although not quite sure what happened between Tang Sect and that person back then.

But judging from the other side's stance, they were determined to fight to the death, and even called Xu Xin out.

Then he must be using Dan Shi.

Can Dan Shi poison Jiang Fan to death?
Ru Hu really didn't know, but at least he could restrict Jiang Fan's actions.

Even Ru Hu didn't expect that this Taoist swordsman would be so crazy that he would swallow the pill directly!

But even without looking at the results, Ru Hu estimated that this so-called Dan Bite would not cause much harm to Jiang Fan.

What good person would seek death?

But Ru Hu doesn't believe that this poison has no effect on the opponent at all!

So Ru Hu took action.

The first one to take action was Xiao Zizai. The powerful palm force surprised even the tiger.

These temporary workers are indeed monsters!

"Om~"

The Buddhist sounds and Zen chants were heard, and a palm strike was suddenly launched with the most powerful force.

Jiang Fan just stood there as if he wasn't moving at all.

Become!

Even if Dan Shi couldn't kill him, it would definitely have a certain degree of impact on him.

As long as we take this opportunity to capture Jiang Fan, abolish his cultivation and imprison him in Longhu Mountain, there will be no problem.

But then Ru Hu was confused, and even the many temporary workers who originally wanted to follow suit and take action widened their eyes at this moment.

Everyone was watching that powerful palm force.

If you have to say how strong it is.

The Tathagata Palm in Kung Fu is based on the Shaolin Vajra Palm.

But in front of the person in front of him, only his Taoist robe was blown up slightly.

"Buddhism's powerful Vajra Palm, is this force meant to tickle me?"

Jiang Fan waved his Taoist robe to brush away the scattered dust.

"Please welcome Nezha the Third Prince!"

Wang Zhenqiu's body shape changed instantly, and at this moment he had almost taken out all the things he had hidden in the bottom of his box.

Those few people who originally thought that this mission was nothing special now really wanted to fight to the death.

When they originally came to carry out the mission, although they took it seriously, it was not a very serious matter.

After all, they just felt that Jiang Fan's identity was not simple, and even the older generation of people had some guesses, but this matter could not be said openly, and they would not take the initiative to tell these temporary workers.

Live forever!
If something like this happened, it might have affected the entire alien world, but it is possible that it might even cause S3.

By then, no matter who wins or loses, whoever spreads the news will basically be nailed to the pillar of shame.

"I'll help you block his route!"

Black Tube also raised his hand, and several steel balls in his hand flew out with greater destructive power than a pistol.

Those steel balls almost instantly blocked Jiang Fan's escape routes.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

The steel balls made continuous crisp collision sounds, as if they were hitting steel.

"what?!"

The clarinet was confused and didn't even know what to do for a moment.

Didn’t we say that we are all mortal beings?

My goodness, this body must be made of iron!
While he was thinking, Wang Zhen's ball had already arrived. After calling on the gods or turning on the divine mask state, the boy's body was almost surrounded by a tangible "Qi".

Just like the real God in heaven.

The mask of the godhead uses an unknown method to collect the spiritual power revealed by people when they worship the gods and seal it up. When necessary, you can act it out until others believe it, until you believe it yourself, and act as the god with yourself, and become the god with yourself.

This method?
Jiang Fan frowned, but not because of how strong he was.

Moreover, he is somewhat similar to the Linghai Demon Lord he had come into contact with.

The so-called heaven, hell and those "gods" overseas are essentially aliens who have replaced the positions of a group of "gods".

They merged with the deity and even believed in it themselves.

Then, with the help of the beliefs of the entire human society, even if one wants to practice to a high level, one may not necessarily transform oneself into an alternative "god".

But when he really reaches the highest level of practice, is he really himself or the 'god' he plays?

Although the essence has not changed, to be honest, this thing is just acting.

He acts until he believes it, and if he believes it himself, then his own memories and humanity will naturally be gone.

Even if one knows that he was a mortal before, he may not believe that he is a mortal.

It's like Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, true and false, illusory. Maybe the gods thought they were dreaming, and in the dream they turned into mortals, and then returned to their original positions in this way.

So why does this practice still exist?

Jiang Fan was puzzled.

Nezha the Third Prince waved his spear with endless faith as if he wanted to pour all his strength into it.

"Even if Nezha himself was here, he wouldn't dare to be so careless."

Jiang Fan raised his hand.

Vaguely, my sight seemed to cross layers of space. It was a building with its name written in traditional Chinese characters on it.

Suddenly, through the layers of buildings, I saw a handsome and strange figure.

The other person's body is extremely sacred and is made entirely of incense.

It is said to be strange because this most divine and holy body appears to be completely different in the perception of the art of qi-gazing.

Countless tiny human faces appeared on the body, and faintly they could hear all kinds of crazy shouts.

"Mortal monk?"

The next moment, the young man who looked as handsome as a girl raised his head and glared.

The endless incense turned into a terrifying impact.

"cut!"

"Om~"

The sword is buzzing.

"Bang~
The attacks from both sides were annihilated in an instant.

"When the Heavenly Court returns, there will be a battle."

The young man spoke.

The original picture disappeared in an instant and Jiang Fan came back to his senses.

Heaven?

I originally thought that my strength was enough to roam the world of extraordinary people, but now I feel that something is missing.

Although I just took a quick look, I already have some understanding of the nature of these so-called gods.

Although it looks glamorous on the outside, the essence of everything can be seen through the art of qigong.

The so-called incense can indeed give these gods powerful powers in a short period of time.

But the incense is mixed with the obsessions and thoughts of countless people, which is also the origin of those human faces.

If Jiang Fan were to use the spiritual will of an ordinary person, even someone like himself or the old Taoist priest, to control and integrate these obsessions, he knew that he could not do it. Naturally, those third-rate people who followed the path of gods could not do it either.

Those are not the thoughts of a few thousand or tens of thousands of people, but the thoughts accumulated by hundreds of millions of people over hundreds or even thousands of years.

Unless one completely transforms oneself into that god and controls these incense sticks with the god's thinking mode, one can remain sane.

However, these so-called gods apparently also have the means to erase the obsession in the incense.

Otherwise, what you see are not just some small human faces, but even some sacred "gods" just from the appearance.

If one randomly absorbs the incense without refining it, what one would see now is a group of deformed monsters.

What surprised Jiang Fan was what the other party said.

Heaven is coming?

This means that the other party may have big moves recently, and judging from the other party's location, they may have already quietly sneaked into Kyushu.

"interesting."

Jiang Fan muttered to himself and glanced into the reception room.

I was distracted for just a moment, and my body instinctively raised both my hands high.

He pinched Ding Shiman's neck with one hand and the tiger's neck with the other.

Everyone except Tang Men had already laid down.

Jiang Fan was silent.

I originally wanted to stretch my muscles, but it turns out that the two strongest people besides Zhang Zhiwei are like this?

To some extent, there is something about these two people.

At least one person can control one of his own hands?

Well, if a third person comes, he should be able to hold it since he still has two legs.

but--

Originally, he thought the King Kong Corpse was an alien with sins on it, so he thought he would kill it after he finished dealing with the Tang Sect.

I don't know how to perform corpse-refining techniques, but if I did, I could control them directly.

But now, maybe I can catch some fish using the King Kong corpse.

Well, after all, I have a grudge against these so-called "gods". As for the King Kong corpse, I will use it for a while until it is no longer valuable and the world is peaceful, and then I will kill it directly.

After figuring this out, Jiang Fan looked at the three people from the Tang Sect who were already trembling with fear and grinned.

It's time to collect some interest.

The three of them immediately wilted like eggplants hit by frost.

At the same time, Hong Kong Island.

"Humph~"

The boy's body trembled slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in his cold eyes.

"Lord God, what are you doing——"

"Nothing, just do your job well, and the position of the Heavenly Lord of Thunder in the Heavenly Court will be reserved for you."

Nezha opened his mouth, and his body turned into a stream of light.

Sneaking into the territory of Jiuzhou quietly is too stressful for immortals like me.

How could even a mortal be able to hurt him?
Jiang Fan, damn it!
Until the young god left, the old man who looked to be about thirty or forty years old sitting beside him had twinkling eyes.

I don't know how the things I asked Shao Jian to do are going. I have been in seclusion these days and preparing to meet these overseas heavens. I haven't paid attention to the development of things in Jiuzhou.

"Dad, Dad, something bad has happened!"

While I was thinking, an old voice sounded outside the door.

After a while, an old man about sixty years old rushed in.

"What a disgrace to be making so much noise!"

Shi Jian scolded.

"It's not Dad, it's that bastard Zhang Zhiwei, and... and Zhao... Zhao."

(End of this chapter)