Because he was born into a Buddhist family, a hint of doubt flashed through Lingling's mind when he first saw the wooden man's face. However, before he could search his memory and think about which Bodhisattva this person was, he swung his fist with a thousand pounds of gravity towards the dragon's body.

As a veteran who has fought on the battlefield, it goes without saying that Linggan has advanced in physical skills. Even though he has lost his double hammers and his dominant hand has been ruthlessly cut off by Zhang San, he is not afraid of Zhang San's cold spear at all thanks to the power of his dragon body.

It's just a cold spear after all the explanation.

As the ancients said, a random punch can kill a master; in modern times, two fists cannot defeat four hands, but what inspiration is facing nowadays is not four hands? Thunder, rain sword, wind blade...

Thanks to the blessing of the dragon clan's power, after breaking away from the restrictions of the Heaven-stealing and Sun-changing formation, every attack that burst out from the inspiration seemed particularly terrifying.

Fortunately, these spells fell on the wooden Buddha. If they had exploded on the ground, there would be no need to think too much. Judging from the explosion just now, it would be a waste of talent if they were just to wipe out Taiping County.

However, even with such powerful and dense spells, when they actually touched the body of the wooden Buddha, all that flashed in Inspiration's eyes was a deep sense of powerlessness.

Just like an ordinary person, before looking at it, Ling Ling thought it was just a piece of wood. Even with the blessing of the innate Qi, it was just a little stronger.

However, although he thought so, out of the caution of a warrior, when the confrontation really came, his inspiration unknowingly increased the frequency of use of fire-attribute spells. In order to expand the results of the battle, he even mixed in a lot of wind-attribute spells.

This is nothing wrong. Even if a real dragon came here, it probably wouldn't do better than it. When it comes to fighting, Inspiration lives up to its origins in Mount Putuo.

It was just that when the wooden Buddha really swung his fist, when that huge wooden palm passed through the sea of ​​fire unscathed, when the waves of piercing punches made people feel sour.

It was like being slapped hard in the face in public. All the previous actions of Inspiration now seemed like a joke.

After one punch, the dragon's body curled up, and the dragon head that was originally raised high no longer had the previous complacency; after ten punches, the Tengyun Bridge was broken, thanks to the wooden Buddha's blocking of the river, the torrent that was originally raging in the streets and alleys finally had a new place to go; after a hundred punches, the clouds and rain disappeared, and Zhang San, who stood on the head of the wooden Buddha, used the most direct method to teach Inspiration to learn to respect life, even if you don't care;

After thousands of blows, the mountains and rivers were safe, and Taiping County, a small town that had suffered so many disasters, finally survived this natural disaster once again.

Looking at the inspiration that was broken by the thousand hands of Zhen and embedded deeply in the riverbed, even though the outcome of the battle was already decided, Zhang San did not dare to be careless in the face of these gods who had transcended for many years.

After using the Wooden Buddha's hand to stick more than a dozen Flying Thunder God Talismans on it to ensure that he would be invincible no matter what happened, Zhang San finally had the confidence to speak.

Clausewitz once wrote in On War, "War is nothing but the continuation of politics by other means."

Zhang San had no interest in exploring whether this statement was accurate or not, but when faced with inspiration, he had to consider other things.

Who was the mastermind behind the Buddha's incarnation? Was the Buddha's actions approved by the heavens? Are there other gods ready to descend to the world? ...

Admittedly, Zhang San is not a high-ranking official in Dajin. Logically speaking, he should not be involved in such sensitive topics, and he should not consider the twists and turns behind these matters.

But if he still wants to survive in this world, then these issues become things he has to consider.

"Now it seems we can sit down and have a good chat."

Looking at the dragon in front of him that exhales more than it inhales, Zhang San's safety is not a problem under the protection of the wooden man and the wooden dragon.

However, the disheveled Inspiration obviously did not want to give him this face. Squeezing the last bit of strength in his body, Inspiration swung his muddy dragon whiskers directly to catch Zhang San's eyes.

However, before its attack could succeed, its beard full of dragon power was viciously grabbed by the wooden man guarding it. During the pulling, besides pain, it felt more humiliation.

After all, he is a god who has descended to the mortal world. As far as his backbone is concerned, he has not lost the inspiration of the people in heaven at all. Looking at the other party's expression who was crying in pain but still refused to give in, Zhang San no longer had the mood to continue playing around.

While signaling to the wooden man to let go, Zhang San squatted down and kept his eyes at the same height as the inspiration.

"Tsk~"

"I'll take that as your agreement."

Facing the sneer from Lingjian, Zhang San was not annoyed. Instead, he spoke slowly and leisurely, giving people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze. If his clothes were not a little tattered at this moment, he would have the demeanor of a young master who is unparalleled in the world.

"Now that things have come to this, I won't lie to you. There is a saying that a man is innocent until he is found guilty of possessing a treasure. Just based on your status as a natural disaster, you must die.

But if you are willing to cooperate, I can help you be more respectable."

Just as if he had heard a funny joke, after Zhang San finished speaking, he raised his head and let out a long roar.

"Mortal, who do you think you are? Are you worthy enough to talk to me?"

【Wooden Man: I heard someone called me. 】

"Yes, I admit that your spell does cause harm to natural disasters, but as a caster, you must also know that this spell is for suppression.

Do you know what a dragon is? Do you know what immortality is?

Take a good look at those broken arms. If there is no special magic weapon like the Dragon Slaying Sword, do you think you can kill me with this magic? It's ridiculous!"

"Oh, really?"

Inspiration's impassioned speech did not last long. When it heard that familiar voice, even though it had already been exhausted, it still couldn't help but give Gu Xuanyan a vicious look.

If it weren't for her, Inspiration wouldn't have been forced to come into the world early. Coupled with the subsequent restraint of the Biyi Life Fire, it would be better to say that Inspiration died at the hands of Gu Xuanyan rather than Zhang San.

Being at such a high level of inspiration, it should be able to see the cause and effect relationship clearly, but at the moment it turned around, a huge axe filled with monstrous ferocity suddenly chopped in front of it.

Looking at Gu Xuanyan who was protected by Xingtian's Dharma image, how could she still be weak at all at this moment?

As for whether the axe can kill it, that's a joke. If you say it can't, it would be too much of a compliment.

"My hearing isn't very good, you can think about it again."

"Perhaps we can make a deal. The Thirty-Six Heavenly Powers: Calling the Wind and Rain, the Nine-petaled Copper Hammer whose hardness is comparable to that of a top-grade magical weapon, the Putuo Mountain Secret Technique, the External Incarnation... It only takes 100,000, no, 80,000 karmas, and the things above will be yours."

Seeing that Zhang San was still hesitating, Inspiration quickly added fuel to the fire.

"Don't worry about the number. They are just mortals. As long as they are guided a little afterwards, God will still love the world thousands of years later!"

"Indeed, time can indeed make people forget everything, but it's a pity that I am just a mortal."