Chapter 107
Can humans defeat gods? Theoretically, yes, especially local gods appointed by human emperors.
Should people underestimate God? In theory, they shouldn't, especially if you are a small person in the outer world.
The trunk of the giant tree slowly closed, the branches and leaves began to fall off, and the beating fruit core seemed to be hidden inside the trunk, but the short piece of broken sword happened to get stuck in the closing bark, causing the mountain god to let out an angry roar.
Then the whole tree began to slowly rise from the ground, and the remaining branches and leaves retracted, slowly turning into a human-shaped object about three meters tall.
"Oh my god..." Zhao Yushu exclaimed in astonishment, watching the tall human figure gradually take shape in front of him, except that he had no legs, and his lower body was covered in bark like a skirt; he had no hands, but four arms made directly of branches; he had no head, but branches and leaves formed a crown of thorns, like an emperor, and under the crown was a dark hole with no facial features.
"I say, if you want to become a human, at least become more like a human. You know how ugly it is to be in the state of being neither human nor ghost now."
Why do mountain elves and monsters like to transform into human form, while some people particularly like to transform into animals? Of course, I am not talking about you, Heilu, Lao Zhao apologized silently in his heart, his spiritual power circulated, and flames lit up on his sword.
Zhao Yushu couldn't see through the mountain god's cultivation level, but he could clearly feel that the mountain god's spiritual power fluctuations were getting stronger and stronger, at least an order of magnitude stronger than his own, and it was very likely that he had reached the fifth or even sixth level. This was unreasonable. An injured and half-crazy mountain god shouldn't be so strong.
He soon knew the answer. As the mountain god grew stronger, a seemingly invisible black shadow appeared behind the mountain god. Whenever Zhao Yushu wanted to see it clearly, it seemed to disappear. But when he didn't look, it would appear in his peripheral vision. It was this black shadow that was intertwined with the mountain god, transmitting spiritual power to each other.
What the hell is this? Zhao Yushu's heart skipped a beat. This black shadow gave him an extremely uncomfortable sense of familiarity.
"I am restricted by the rules of the mortal world and will never be able to break through the inner scene. However, the long years have allowed our guardian spirits to continue to sharpen themselves in the outer scene. Zhao Yushu, as long as you don't break through the inner scene, you are no match for me. Hand over the sword. I swear in the name of the mountain god that I will spare your life."
As the mountain god changed his form, Zhao Yushu only felt that the spiritual power around him seemed to become unstable. In Zhang Yuan's eyes, the spiritual energy of the entire Jiufeng Mountain began to become chaotic. Countless animals fled in all directions, and countless plants alternately grew wildly and withered. Water vapor in the mountains surged up to form rain clouds, and thunder exploded in the clouds. The power of the mountain god finally began to show.
"Ha, then I have to thank you, Mountain God. Do you really think I have never seen the peak of the outer scene? You may have seen it before, but now, do you have the sixth level?"
As soon as Zhao Yushu finished speaking, a thick vine swept over, and Zhao Yushu disappeared from the spot in an instant, then appeared behind Zhang Chun and slashed at the back of his neck with a knife.
There was a crisp sound and Zhao Yushu frowned. He was very fast and was ready to take action the moment he heard the thunder. He didn't expect that Zhang Chun had already transformed before he smelled the pollen. After all, he was a step slow.
Zhang Chun, who had been planted with seeds by the mountain god a long time ago, had bloodshot eyes. Although his strength increased greatly under the stimulation of the Blood God Flower, Zhao Yushu's strength also increased greatly. Although he did not break his defense this time, he still knocked him off balance, and the back of his neck was bruised. If he were to be hit by two more blows with this kind of force, his cervical vertebrae would be broken directly.
Zhao Yushu was not surprised at all that the knife had no effect. He turned the blade and directly cut across Zhang Yuan who was standing aside and had not yet reacted.
Zhang Yuan's cultivation level was far inferior. He could only see the blade coming at him and had time to subconsciously turn his body. Then he felt a pain in front of his eyes and saw a red glow.
A scream was heard, and Zhang Yuan covered one of his eyes and rolled on the ground, screaming. Zhao Yushu killed his eye with a knife.
"My eyes! My eyes! You bastard, I want you dead! Big brother, kill him! My eyes!"
Just as Zhao Yushu was about to make a finishing move, Zhang Chun grabbed him with his claws. The Shadow Step was not yet cooled down. Zhao Yushu had seen this kind of strength comparable to that of a master in physical training before, so he did not dare to take it head-on. He could only use the Fleeting Light and Shadow Technique to tangle with Zhang Chun who was chasing him relentlessly.
He had to find a way to give him a sword. While running, Zhao Yushu looked at the small section of Minghong's body exposed outside the shell of the Mountain God. As long as he found the right opportunity and pushed the half in his hand up, as long as Minghong was not bragging, this grandson of the Mountain God would be dead.
Madam Xu must not take any action, as the mountain god is eyeing her covetously. The shadow behind the mountain god always gives Zhao Yushu a chill from the bottom of his heart. Based on his always accurate intuition, he feels that the shadow, or what it represents, is a much greater threat than the mountain god.
The messenger from the underworld? Or, the one I know?
Even if the Tang Dynasty collapsed, it would not happen in a day or two or even a year or two, and the mountain god would not die in a year or two. Isn't the messenger from the underworld too anxious?
Zhao Yushu slid sideways and cut Zhang Chun's legs with his knife. Zhang Chun's legs bent and he almost fell to the ground.
Now Lao Zhao doesn't seek to hurt the enemy, he only wants to limit the opponent's speed so that he can free up his hands to deal with the real boss. When the second-level heaven fights the sixth-level heaven, he still has to rely on sneak attacks.
"Mountain God, you are a mountain god, but you only have such a little brother. Isn't it embarrassing? Use your skills quickly, don't let me look down on you."
Zhao Yushu stabbed Zhang Chun again. If he continued to stab him four or five times, Zhang Chun would have no choice but to crawl on the ground.
"as you wish."
The four arms of the mountain god suddenly began to grow wildly, and countless branches lashed wantonly in the temple like long whips, without caring whether they would accidentally hurt the Zhang brothers.
Zhang Yuan covered his eyes and was whipped into a corner. He spat out a mouthful of blood and curled up. Zhang Chun ignored the cane on his body and continued to roar and chase after the miserable Zhao Yushu.
As the canes were whipped, countless leaves fell down one after another. A gust of wind blew by, and suddenly the entire hall was covered with fallen leaves.
A leaf flew towards him. Zhao Yushu turned his face slightly and subconsciously avoided its eyes. With a hiss, a bloody wound appeared on his cheek and a drop of blood flowed out.
Huh? Zhao Yushu was startled, looking at the leaves everywhere. How could he hide? In desperation, he could only use his spiritual power to cover his whole body. Suddenly, Zhao Yushu heard a continuous cutting sound all over his body, and his spiritual power consumption increased rapidly.
If Zhao Yushu used these few moves of vines and blade-like fallen leaves, it would probably only last half an incense stick at most. But now the mountain god has already lasted an incense stick, and his attack has only intensified.
Slowly, Zhao Yushu felt a slight tingling sensation on his face. He subconsciously reached out to touch it, but the half of his cheek that had just been scratched was completely numb.
The leaves are poisonous!
Damn, you are a mountain god, and you actually use poison!
Zhao Yushu wanted to curse, but knew it was useless, so he took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and rushed out of the hall.
"Isn't it a bit late to leave now?" The mountain god's cold voice echoed in the hall.
The entrance to the hall was quickly blocked by countless vines, but among the countless flying leaves and vines, Zhao Yushu's figure suddenly disappeared.
A broken sword stopped in front of the mountain god, only half a foot away from the other half of the fruit core. Two arms made of vines grabbed Zhao Yushu's left hand. Just yesterday, almost the same scene happened to one man and one god, except that the one who grabbed the man was Zhang Chun.
"Hasn't anyone told you that your behavior is so easy to guess?" The mountain god lowered his head, and it seemed as if there were a pair of pupils in his dark face staring at the prey in front of him.
"Ah, actually I believe in another saying more. The same trick cannot work twice on a Saint Seiya." Zhao Yushu raised his head and laughed, loosened his right hand, and let the sword fall.
Madam Xu emerges.