After all, he is a veteran of the battlefield. Even when flames were burning on his body, the god did not panic at all. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he swung his hammer sideways. A terrifying gust of wind from the hammer rolled up from the ground.

Be it the heavy water or the life-giving fire, facing such a terrifying momentum, everything around inevitably chose to compromise and give way.

However, just as the god was about to follow the wind and break through the wall of fire, a round human head under his feet stopped his movement.

I don't know when it started, but a sudden figure appeared in the main hall. There was no unnecessary movement from the other party, just a simple wave of the hand, and all the turmoil that had accumulated before by the god disappeared. The difference before and after was so great that it was amazing.

Taiping Dao was a tool supported by the Heavenly Court to fight against the Dajin Dynasty. Naturally, the gods would not make mistakes in the appearance of their members.

Due to their extraordinary background, even though the gods looked down on this group of peasants from the bottom of their hearts, they still recognized their strength. At least in today's world, even they might not be sure of winning when facing the masters of Taiping Dao.

But how do I explain this scene before my eyes?

No matter what, the one coming was definitely a natural disaster. As a god in heaven, the reason why it went to great lengths to come down to the mortal world was simply to use the karma of the human world to rebuild its golden body.

As long as this strategic goal can be achieved, the process is not important at all.

Just when the god was thinking about how to open his mouth to turn hostility into friendship, Zhang San spoke first after turning his right hand, which was still bleeding, behind his back without leaving a trace.

"First it was the Feitou Barbarians, then the City God Temple. If I'm not mistaken, the General's Tomb should also be your work. Since you are so generous, why would you be stingy with a natural disaster position?

Fleeing without a fight and using a clone to die in his place, this method is a little too unpresentable."

Looking at the head on the ground, it was self-evident who Zhang San was referring to. However, after hearing the news that the other party chose to give up on him and run away, even with his cultivation as a god, his blood was unable to calm down for a while.

But now is not the time to pay attention to these things. After all, it’s business, not a big deal.

"I am a general under the command of the Six Saints, the Great Inspiration King of the Lotus Pond at Mount Putuo. I am just a human, why don't you tell me your name?"

Hearing the other party's fluent Dajin official language, Gu Xuanyan, who was protected by Zhang San behind her, couldn't help but roll her eyes. Sometimes she really felt embarrassed for these high and mighty gods.

However, if it is to cooperate with her husband, she will not be stingy with her time.

Due to the difference in the battlefield, Zhang San did not have any special feelings, but because of the various ghost troubles he had encountered before, he did have more experience in this area.

"No one can compare to the name of a god, the unknown Zhang Sirui."

If the situation allowed, Zhang San would not bother to say so much nonsense.

However, Baimu is a real disaster-level ghost after all. In order to end the battle as quickly as possible, even though he logged into the main account afterwards, Zhang San's body inevitably suffered some damage.

If he wants to really sit firmly at the negotiation table, the head of his clone may not be enough to control the situation. For the sake of the subsequent battles, Zhang San must buy enough time to recover from the third level of Reincarnation.

If the opponent is a tiger demon or something like that, he might be fooled. However, when facing the battle-hardened King of Inspiration, this delaying tactic might be a bit too clumsy.

Because he had undergone amputation before when dealing with petrification, facing such a large amount of bleeding, even with Zhang San's third level of reverse life cultivation, it would be impossible for him to recover so quickly.

Looking at the blood color gradually spreading in the water, the inspiration that was originally prepared to pretend to be submissive immediately changed its attitude.

I haven't been in the mortal world for too long, and I was almost fooled by this little ghost. The human world today is no longer the God Age thousands of years ago. Because of the end of immortality, how can there be so many extraordinary geniuses in this world? As for this thing in front of me, it is already exaggerated that he can force back the Hundred Eyes clone at this age. If he can defeat another natural disaster with his remaining body, he is probably the reincarnation of an innate god.

No matter whether it was Zhang San who had been away from the world for more than a hundred years, or Gan Ling who had been through hundreds of battles and guarded the outer realm, they were both extremely sensitive to murderous intent. It was just a brief conversation, but when they met again, burning sparks had already appeared where the two men's weapons clashed.

Faced with such a strong enemy, Zhang San had no time to recover. Fortunately, Baimu was timid before. As soon as Zhang San logged into the One Autumn Leaf account, he quickly left a clone and slipped away.

If not for this, he probably wouldn't have the confidence and inspiration to compete.

Battle mages are not known for their strength. Just like Yaya felt before, even Zhang San now feels quite struggling when facing those two giant hammers.

And because of the quality of the weapon, he could clearly feel the deformation of the cold spear in his hand after just a simple confrontation.

You must never wrestle with such a powerful general.

With this thought in mind, he rubbed his hands together, and the cold spear in his hand seemed to transform into an angry python. It not only broke free from the restraints of the two hammers, but also used its clever strength to temporarily unbalance Lingguang's body.

Facing a life-threatening situation, Zhang San did not care whether his actions would attract the attention of the big man behind him. He swept towards the ankle of the inspiration and directly activated the combat skill - Tyrant Smash! Even in the later generations, if someone fell to the ground in a crowd, there would be unpredictable trampling incidents, not to mention on the battlefield in ancient times. The difference between falling down and getting together could be the difference between life and death.

As a powerful force that has fought in many battles, there is no need to doubt the skills of Linggan. If it were not for the causal attack contained in Basui, it would be impossible to defeat it.

He curled up his body, protected his vital parts with two hammers, and then took advantage of the situation to stand up. Judging from the battle alone, his handling of the situation could be considered appropriate.

From the time they met until now, except for misjudging Zhang San's strength, there has been no mistake in inspiration from beginning to end.

However, this alone is enough to sentence it to death.

Zhang San was not a person who looked ahead or behind. Now that he had made up his mind, he would not hold back. When he felt that the man wanted to climb up, he used the Dragon Pressure that had the effect of forcing him to fall to the ground and smashed him down directly.

"Bang~"

Before Ling Xin could straighten up, his knees fell heavily to his knees again, the bluestone broke and the water flowed back, and the pain was obvious.

The cold spear's edge tore through his skin, oozing blood. They were all people who used weapons to perfection. With the copper hammer blocking him, Zhang San really couldn't take his life. However, because of the 'fighter's will', the more this combo was stacked, the greater the pressure that inspiration felt. If it wasn't broken, there would probably be no future.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about preserving karma. The next moment he touched the ground, a stream of water even more powerful than before gushed out from the ground. It was precisely because of the restraint of this water pressure that inspiration got the chance to straighten up again.