The Sixteen-Foot Demon God

In the Mount Kunlun, somewhere hidden among the ruins.

A man who was sixteen feet tall and had black skin suddenly opened his eyes.

"Who exactly is that person?"

His eyes held a mixture of anger and fear.

The man tried hard to recall that fleeting glimpse of Li Boyang, but the chilling feeling in his heart could not be dispelled.

He was certain he had never seen the man before, nor did he sense any threat from him whatsoever.

But the instinctive, oppressive feeling, like that of someone at the top of the food chain, was far stronger than anything he had ever encountered before. The man didn't doubt his senses, because this extreme perception of danger was his trump card that had allowed him to survive until today.

"Could it be related to the pond?"

Looking up at what lay ahead, the man's gaze fell upon the jade Buddha head.

That was Amitabha Buddha Buddha's head—the final Jade of Spiritual Communication.

But then the man dismissed his guess; Amitabha Buddha couldn't possibly give him such a chilling sense of crisis. "Anyway, the plan needs to be moved up."

Slowly standing up, the man walked to the Buddha head and murmured.

Ever since he obtained the Buddha head, the man had been trying to absorb and digest its power.

Now that only one step remains, the man is unwilling to give up.

Snap!

He placed one hand on the Buddha head.

The man's expression suddenly turned ferocious.

Then the man's appearance began to distort, undergoing a dramatic change in a very short time.

If you look closely, you'll find that the man's appearance is becoming increasingly similar to that of the Buddha's head.

However, the Buddha head always had a kind and benevolent appearance.

In contrast, the man, though possessing the same appearance, exuded an undeniable, sinister and eerie charm in his expression.

In fact, it's not just that its appearance is gradually becoming similar to that of the Buddha's head.

In this constantly changing process, the man gradually acquired abilities similar to those of the Buddha head.

The dark bronze bell was faintly visible around it.

Each clear inverted "ji" character is clearly visible in the Sanskrit pronunciation.

What was clearly an ability to save all living beings and guide all spirits, in the man's hands, took on a tendency to bewitch and distort the world. "Moo... Meow..."

As those bewitching, enchanting voices emanated from the man's mouth, a new change occurred on the distant battlefield.

"Huh?"

Holding his granddaughter tightly in his arms, the old man stared warily at the corpse of Feilian in front of him.

The old man's mortal eyes couldn't see the series of changes in Yuan Qi that had just occurred, but he could clearly see the strangeness of Feilian's corpse. His head had been pierced by a finger knife, and his body had been shredded by high-strength fibers.

Feilian's death was beyond description; it was as if he had been torn to pieces and sliced into a thousand pieces.

"Moo... Meow..."

The decadent music emerged from nothing and grew from small to large.

In just a few breaths, the shattered flesh and blood were put back together.

It was just like the transformation of those previous ferocious beasts, but even more drastic and terrifying.

"Xiao Ling, you go first."

Seeing that a new fierce battle was about to begin, the old man immediately pushed his granddaughter back and handed the [Horn of Plenty] from his arms to the other party.

"Grandfather..."

As if realizing something, Xiao Ling instinctively looked at her grandfather.

"Don't worry, what kind of situation haven't I seen in my life? What kind of danger haven't I encountered?"

"You go hide in Ganqi City first. I'll come find you after I've dealt with these troubles."

The old man reached out and gently patted Xiao Ling's head, offering words of comfort with a smile.

"Okay, I understand. Grandpa, you must come as soon as possible."

After a brief silence, Xiao Ling wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and answered in a firm tone.

After saying that, Xiao Ling ran towards Ganqi City without looking back, never glancing back in that direction once more.

Seeing how sensible her granddaughter was, the old man couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Then, the old man's gaze shifted from satisfaction to sharpness as he turned to look at Feilian's corpse, which had completely undergone its transformation.

"If I were you, I should have ambushed me just now."

He looked exactly like the man from Mount Kunlun, and even his voice was identical.

The only difference between Feilian's transformed corpse and that of the man was perhaps that Fei Lian was smaller in stature.

Considering that this is merely a temporary embodiment of power, this difference in size is quite reasonable.

After all, the man's initial plan was to create a storm and sweep the grandfather and grandson away together.

"I never do things that are meaningless."

Having already discerned the man's dangerous nature, the old man sighed inwardly.

This man was on a completely different level from Feilian.

In particular, this method of reshaping flesh and blood is something the old man has rarely seen in all his years of traveling around the country.

"So, do you still want to continue fighting?"

The man glanced subtly in Li Boyang's direction and asked this question.

"The Puppeteer Kingdom has never had a Yanshi who surrenders without a fight."

The old man, with his Thousand Mechanism Transformation, raised his right arm and keenly caught the man's sudden movement.

"I don't know which number puppeteer you've found, but I will definitely avenge them."

Even now, the old man still doesn't know why the man approached him, but he vaguely guesses the man's purpose.

"Then let me see what makes you so confident!"

Unwilling and unwilling to wait any longer, the man appeared before the old man in an instant.

Bang!

A simple punch carries the power to shatter gold and jade.

Fortunately, the old man reacted quickly enough, Thousand Mechanism Transformation instantly transformed into a real shield to protect himself.

Using a skeleton as a framework, high-strength golden silkworm silk is woven into a densely overlapping net.

This makeshift shield could even stop real bullets, but it couldn't stop the man's casual punch.

Crack!

This time, the old man's arm was truly shattered.

In the old man's incredulous gaze, his prized Thousand Mechanism Transformation shattered into countless fragments.

Whether it's a high-strength skeleton or resilient golden silkworm silk.

In front of the man, nothing that wasn't a real Law Treasure could stop him in the slightest.

By the time the old man recovered from his shock and tried to retaliate again, the man's palm was already in front of him. "This... how is this possible..."

Staring at the inverted "ji" character in the center of his palm, the old man completely lost consciousness at this moment.

But the man who had finished dealing with the old man did not stop. Instead, he turned his head and looked in the direction where Xiao Ling had fled.

"A bunch of ignorant mortals, they're really good at causing trouble."

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