Chapter 285 Demolishing the Statue
More than a month later, Zhang Debiao finally rushed back to southern Xinjiang from the abyss, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
After careful calculation, he has not been back for nearly two years. Engir, the former elder of the God King Palace, injured Xiao Hei and blocked him from the city gate. In order to avoid harming his clan members, he took Tai brother with him. Xiao Hei fled to the abyss and went through all kinds of hardships. From the realm of spiritual origin, he finally became a master in the early stage of demigods, proud of the past and present.
Among them, he has experienced the world of Shiventam, the flesh and blood sacrifice of the Minotaur Lord Baphomet, the dragon cemetery, the pantheon, hell, and purgatory. He has traveled to twenty-four worlds and seen all kinds of strange races. A journey of cultivation can be called a legend.
Nowadays, although he has become a powerful demigod, he does not regard himself as a great person, and is still a little timid about his hometown.
Just approaching the main city of Southern Xinjiang, Zhang Debiao couldn't help but froze and exclaimed: "Strange, how come there is the breath of the fire of faith here?"
Lord Chiming also nodded and said: "It is indeed the fire of faith, but it is not that strong, but it is still rare."
Zhang Debiao was curious: "Could someone besides me have become a demigod? How is this possible?"
He asked the three fire phoenixes to park the Sun Chariot outside the city, and looked worriedly at the more than two hundred hellhounds following behind. These hellhounds were huge and followed them relentlessly. If they rushed into the city, they might be The entire main city of Southern Xinjiang cannot contain them.
"Xiao Hei, take them to the Holy Mountain to find a place to stay. Don't let them run around to avoid getting into trouble."
Xiao Hei ran towards the holy mountain, and the hellhounds hurriedly caught up with him. Within a moment, the originally lush barbarian holy mountain became completely black. Huge black dogs were lined up in rows from the bottom of the mountain. Squatting there, motionless.
Among the three-headed hellhounds, there was actually a black golden beast, squatting obediently among the hellhounds, looking around, looking extremely outstanding. Naturally, it was the restless guy Tai Ge.
In Tanya's temple, Titan and other elders noticed something strange and hurriedly ran out of the temple. They saw more than two hundred three-headed hellhounds all turning their heads, and hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at them. Not sent.
"Oh my god, Goddess Tanya, where did so many three-headed hellhounds come from?" Elder Titan's eyes widened and he lost his voice.
With so many three-headed hellhounds that have surpassed the holy level, one is enough to raze the barbarian holy mountain to the ground!
Elder Tuobo and others looked pale. Several of these hellhounds had reached the peak of demigods, exuding heavy divine power that suppressed their fighting energy and made them almost unable to breathe!
"Woof!" Xiao Hei shouted enthusiastically when he saw an acquaintance, wagging his tail and sweeping away the surrounding woods.
"Woof! Woof!" Seeing this, the other hellhounds also barked in unison. Only the sound of clicking was heard, and the trees all over the mountains and fields fell together, and the smoke was filled!
Brother Tai hurriedly barked, but a tiger roar came from his mouth, which seemed out of place with the group of dogs.
The more than two hundred hellhounds all looked at it. Brother Tai lowered his head in shame and muttered: "Damn, I'm embarrassed this time. I can't learn to bark like a dog..."
The roars of more than two hundred hellhounds were so earth-shattering that Elder Titan and others fainted with a roar.
Zhang Debiao shrugged and muttered in a low voice: "It's a big deal...forget it, I still have a chance to explain it to a few elders." After that, he walked towards the city and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, this is my southern border. The habitat of the barbarians, the main city of Southern Xinjiang.”
Lord Chi Ming hummed and didn't take it to heart at all. He is the famous Great Red Sky Demon God. With a sweep of his divine power, he knew that there was no master worthy of his attention in the city. He frowned and said: "The barbarians in Southern Xinjiang were also an extremely prosperous race back then. They were born to be warriors who cultivate fighting spirit. There are so many masters out there, but now they have fallen to this level, and only you can still look past it.”
Zhang Debiao was so angry that he smiled and said: "In a few years, our southern Xinjiang will definitely be able to reproduce the prosperity of ancient times. By then, there will be legendary strong men, and there will also be strong demigods! Your Majesty, wait and see!"
Chi Ming shook his head slightly, somewhat disapprovingly. The barbarians in southern Xinjiang had gone through a long period of ups and downs, and many of their fighting spirit martial arts had been lost. How could they be able to recover in just a few decades?
Zhang Debiao said seriously: "My lord, fighting spirit is different from magic. Magic is the power passed down by the gods. It relies on accumulation and foundation. Fighting spirit is the strength of human beings themselves. The anger in the heart depends on the unyielding spirit in the heart of the warrior. Will! It may take hundreds or even thousands of years to practice magic to reach the legendary demi-god level, but if you just advance bravely and have good qualifications, you can reach the achievements of a magician in hundreds or even thousands of years!"
The Great Chiming showed a look of surprise and said with a smile: "No wonder Arhan cultivates so fast. But you said that the cultivation speed of magic is not as fast as that of fighting spirit, isn't that right? There is no one in the pantheon who doesn't practice in just a few years. With kung fu, he can become a peak demigod, even as strong as a god?"
Zhang Debiao smiled slightly and stopped arguing with him. It is almost everyone's consensus that magic is superior to fighting spirit. Even Zhang Debiao himself once believed that fighting spirit is indeed inferior to magic. Only Arhan, the ancestor of southern Xinjiang, did not think so, so there was His bet with Hades and Emperor Alovgret.
Now that Arhan and Hades are dead, Emperor Alof has become the biggest beneficiary. It seems that magic indeed transcends fighting spirit, but Zhang Debiao does not think so.
The two of them walked into the city and saw a cripple named Lang Tumanhammer at the city gate, leaning on a cane. He looked at him blankly, with a look of surprise on his face. The corners of his mouth trembled, and he was speechless for a long time. Zhang Debiao quickly bent down and said with a smile: "Third uncle, are you in good health?" He turned to Chi Ming and said: "This is my third uncle, and he can also be regarded as my first teacher."
Great Lord Chi Ming curled his lips and sneered. He had great supernatural powers, and he could tell at a glance that Langtu Wildhammer had not even cultivated the wild fighting spirit, and was pitifully weak, not worth a single blow.
The cripple Langtu came to his senses and said with great joy: "Aman, you are finally back!"
"Third uncle, what happened while I was away?"
Langtu smiled and said: "Everything is fine. General Aldan, your Abba Rock and several other barbarian kings have been conquering more than a dozen cities near southern Xinjiang and destroyed several small countries. The other barbarian kings plan to expand northward, but General Arhan strongly opposed it. He said that our barbarians were small and occupying more than a dozen cities was already the limit. It would be difficult to rule on a large scale. "
Zhang Debiao nodded slightly. The barbarians in southern Xinjiang were sparsely populated, with less than a million people. They were unable to rule a large territory and occupy too much territory. Instead, they dispersed their forces. Today's continent is divided into many countries. These small countries are ruled by big warlords. Their strength is not bad, and they have support from various temples and temples. The result of spreading their forces will only be cannibalized and annexed by other countries.
"There's one more thing..." Langtu Manhammer looked like he was hesitating to speak. Zhang Debiao raised his eyebrows and asked doubtfully: "Third uncle, what is it?"
Lame Langtu hesitated for a moment and whispered: "It's about the two ladies, about a year ago..."
Zhang Debiao frowned: "What two ladies?"
The lame man looked at him cautiously and said, "Of course it's Mrs. Yiel and Mrs. Lilith."
Lord Chi Ming laughed and said: "Aman, I can't tell you are a charming guy, and you actually married two wives!"
Zhang Debiao shook his head and said: "No such thing. What happened to the two of them?"
The lame man shook his head slightly and said to himself: "Although Ah Man is a genius in cultivation, he is still a young man and has a thin skin." He continued: "About a year ago, there was a vicious old man who arrested Mrs. Yi'er and came here. In the main city, Madam Lilith was arrested again, in a grand manner Stayed at the city lord's mansion. General Aldan went to save people and fought with the bad old man, who was beaten until he vomited blood. I want you to go over and die immediately, otherwise you will kill all my Southern Xinjiang people!”
Zhang Debiao frowned and said, "Who is this bad old man?"
"It seems that your name is Engir. He has a very bad temper. When he first came here, he cursed you and said that you were playing tricks and tricks, which caused him to suffer a lot." When Langtu Wildhammer said this, he sneered: "This is definitely a slander. How can we, the loyal and honest people of southern Xinjiang, know how to play tricks?”
Zhang Debiao's old face was slightly red. He was indeed not very upright when dealing with Engir. He laughed twice and said: "Exactly, this is obviously slander! Third uncle, I will go over to see him." After that, he walked towards the city lord's palace.
The Great Lord Chiming quickly followed him and sneered again and again: "Loyal and honest? You are as smart as a ghost and more cunning than a loach. Even I have suffered several losses at your hands. Compared to you, I am so smart." Respect the Evil God to be loyal and honest!”
Manzi was so embarrassed that he simply ignored him. Along the way, people from southern Xinjiang were overjoyed to see him and came to greet him, which really delayed him a lot of time.
Zhang Debiao took the trouble to return the courtesy one by one and treated each other with a smile without any airs. When Master Chiming saw this, he was very disapproving. In his opinion, Zhang Debiao's move was extremely superficial. These southern Xinjiang people had low cultivation and were like ants. Barbarians were also demigods after all. Why should they pay so much attention to them?
But in Zhang Debiao's heart, these people are his own tribe and relatives. Even if he becomes a god or a god king, he cannot change this fact.
Moreover, what makes him even more happy is that in the past two years, the overall strength of the people of Southern Xinjiang has been greatly improved. Along the way, he has seen the strength of three or four people reach the height of fighting spirit. Very quickly. He even discovered that some tribesmen actually created new fighting spirit methods on their own, which showed that his efforts were not in vain. The strength of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang was growing rapidly, and it was not impossible to recreate the glory of ancient times.
"Before I left, I left behind my own cultivation experience in the city. Following my cultivation method, my tribe was able to cultivate to the level of Dou Sheng and reach the height of spiritual origin. When I come back this time, I will record my cultivation process so that I can Everyone has the hope of becoming a demigod!"
Zhang Debiao was agitated and said: "If I have the opportunity to become the God of Dou Qi in the future, I will also record it!" In his heart, nothing is more important than his tribe and relatives, not even his own life.
From this point of view, Manzi is definitely an extremely fanatical nationalist.
Unknowingly, Zhang Debiao came to the center of the city. He looked up and saw a statue of himself erected in the square in the city. Under the statue, there were more than a dozen women from southern Xinjiang worshiping and praying. The statue was filled with vague faith. He couldn't help but frowned.
"Huh? This statue actually looks like you!" Great Lord Chiming said with a smile: "Aman, it seems that you do have farsightedness. You actually erected your own statue early and gathered the fire of faith! It's amazing, it's really amazing. !”
Zhang Debiao frowned even more. He was at the scene when Aldan and others erected his statue. He just felt something was wrong at that time. Now that this feeling has become a reality, he feels even more uneasy.
Suddenly, a heavy voice came from behind: "Aman, no wonder I heard someone shouting just now, it turns out you are back!" Looking back, it was Aldan who came over with a look of surprise and whispered: "Do you know about Engel's matter?"
Zhang Debiao nodded and smiled: "I have heard from my third uncle."
Aldan looked worried and said: "That old man is really powerful. With one move, I was seriously injured and vomited blood. Even the regeneration of flesh and blood cannot be repaired! I guess this person is a legendary strongman! Aman, I advise you to leave..."
"Is the legendary strongman very strong?" Chi Ming Dazun sneered: "Aman can crush him to death with one finger!"
Aldan was startled and looked at this handsome boy, wondering: "Who is this person? Who? "
Zhang Debiao said vaguely: "A friend. General, don't worry, now that I'm here, Engel won't make much waves."
Aldan looked him up and down and said with a smile: "I couldn't see your depth at first, and now I can't see through it even more. It seems that you have made great progress in your cultivation after two years. Could it be that you are also a legendary strongman?"
Zhang Debiao did not answer, pointing to his own statue, and said: "General, this sculpture of mine can no longer stand here, it should be demolished immediately!"
Before Aldan spoke, he saw Zhang Debiao flip his palm, and Dou Qi suddenly surged out, forming a huge palm with a radius of 20 to 30 meters in the air. He gently slapped it down, and the 100-meter-high white jade sculpture was immediately smashed into a ball of powder and no longer existed!
Aldan was dumbfounded, and heard Zhang Debiao calmly say: "We are all natural warriors in the Nanjiang Barbarians. As warriors, we don't need to believe in anyone. Putting up my statue here will only create an irresistible god in the hearts of the tribesmen, and it will become an obstacle on their path of cultivation, so it must be demolished."
Chi Ming Dazun sighed repeatedly and shook his head and said: "I really can't see through you, kid. I don't know how many gods want loyal believers and can't wait to erect their own statues everywhere, but you don't want it! If you don't want it, you can just put up my statue!"
"I can tear down your statue faster!"
Zhang Debiao laughed and said: "General, let's go see Engel."