I, the poor monk Tang San, buried the sky, buried the earth, buried all living beings

"Iron Fist Point 1? This guy is a formidable opponent!"

Tang Ku frowned slightly. Nezha and Yang Jian had already discovered him. Because of the astonishing momentum of his attack, even Yang Jian's opponent stopped his attack at this moment. He retreated several meters with a scimitar in his hand, staring at the moon-white figure.

"Holy monk, you finally showed up!"

Yang Jian waved his three-pointed, double-edged sword and said in surprise, "We went to Lingshan and didn't see you. Then we thought you might have returned to the Tang Dynasty, so we..."

boom!

Before he could finish his words, Tang Ku's entire body was blown away by the violent explosion, but he turned over lightly and landed on a tree beside him.

And where he had just stood, a strange man wearing black armor and with an eagle face appeared in sight.

This guy was extremely burly, and except for his black eagle head, he looked no different from a human. But he was holding a huge golden stick in his hand, which looked very much like the staff of the Egyptian pharaoh in some movies. He was staring at Tang Ku with a strange expression, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Oh, who am I thinking..."

Tang Ku immediately recognized the figure represented by this image and couldn't help but sneer: "You Egyptian gods are actually trying to wade into this mess?"

Nezha couldn't help but ask in surprise, "You know him? Then who is this guy?"

Tang Ku leaped up to the eagle head, looked it up and down, pointed at the double-sided crown on its head and said calmly, "Horus, the god of vengeance, the representative figure of the Egyptian pantheon..."

The eagle-headed man was stunned for a moment, then asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? How could you know our identities in the other world?"

Horus' voice was rough, but his language had some grammatical errors. It was obvious that he did not have a very good grasp of the language of this world.

"He is the true Buddha of the Western world that the great leader is looking for!"

Another burly man with disheveled hair and a machete in hand said coldly, "Looks like it's our turn to make a contribution this time!"

Tang Ku frowned slightly: "I recognized him because his appearance is very recognizable. You... forgive my poor eyesight, I can't recognize who you are!"

"Since you know Horus, the vengeful one, you should also know Anubis, the one who represents death!"

A flash of light suddenly crossed the man's face. At that moment, Tang Ku felt that his head looked like a wolf's. However, he soon regained his human form and pointed the scimitar in his hand at Tang Ku, saying, "If you come with us now, I can spare your companions. Otherwise, I guarantee that even their souls will not rest in peace after they die!"

Tang Ku frowned slightly: "I don't quite understand why you can transform directly into a human form, but he left his head behind?"

The man who called himself Anubis couldn't help but twitch his lips. "The master said that his aptitude is too poor. It will take him more than a hundred years to transform into a complete human form..."

"Pfft, hahahaha... You can't even figure out how to transform, and you still dare to brag here? Any powerful demon here can kill you!"

Nezha laughed loudly.

Horus was furious and smashed the scepter in his hand towards Nezha. Nezha was caught off guard and was hit. A rainbow light visibly bloomed on his head... Although he was not injured this time, Nezha was really annoyed. The two started fighting again, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner for a while.

Yang Jian swung his three-pointed, double-edged sword and was about to go over to help, but was stopped by Tang Ku, who said in a deep voice: "This guy in front of us is a bit difficult to deal with, let's go together!"

Yang Jian couldn't help but frown: "I don't see what this guy can do. If we both attack him together, wouldn't it be a bit unfair?"

"Haha, you think we are bullying the few because we are in greater numbers, right?"

Tang Ku curled his lips, "You'll know who has more people in a moment!"

The man who called himself Anubis suddenly flew up, and the scimitar in his hand swung lightly, forming a crescent-shaped reflection in mid-air. Then, the dozen or so men he brought with him who looked like Egyptian soldiers suddenly trembled, and then these guys' bodies began to spread out continuously until they stopped at more than three meters. Then, their figures changed from one to two, from two to four, from four to eight... For a while, the mountains and plains were full of monsters with wolf heads and human bodies. Not only did they look ferocious, but even the weapons in their hands had turned into huge scimitars with serrations.

"Well, I underestimated him!"

Yang Jian frowned slightly, "This isn't as simple as our transformation technique. It seems to be using some kind of spatial force to summon something from somewhere else."

"Your Eight-Nine Profound Art's transformation technique should be able to produce this many warriors!"

Tang Ku clenched his fists and said.

"They can, but their strength is only one-tenth of ours. The clone technique can create clones of equal strength to ours in a short period of time, but it doesn't last long!" Yang Jian laughed, "Besides, that's for group fights, not for a war of attrition!"

"Then fight, what are you waiting for..."

Tang Kufa shouted and rushed towards the opposite camp.

Roar!

Thousands of Wolf Head soldiers shouted, and it seemed that the whole mountain was shaking. Then these guys rushed towards Tang Ku and the others desperately.

boom!

The wolf-head army collided with the two figures in an instant, but Anubis found that the wolf-head army, which had been invincible, was defeated in an instant. Countless wolf-head warriors were knocked away as soon as they came into contact, and scattered into a ball of sand in the air.

"What a strong physical strength these two have!"

Anubis frowned slightly, then couldn't help but smile: "But, do you know what the real magic of the Wolf Head Army is?"

Swish!

Swish!

The wolf-headed warrior that was killed turned into sand that flew in the air, but in an instant, it condensed into shape again. With one dead, it turned into two. Then these guys surrounded the two people who were rushing forward.

"what?"

Yang Jian was slightly startled. He turned to look at Tang Ku, who looked as if he had known this was going to happen. He couldn't help but ask, "Did you know this thing had such a strange ability?"

Tang smiled bitterly and said, "Anubis's Wolf Head Army is said to have one million men, known as the Undead Legion... Their combat effectiveness isn't very strong. Even a strong ordinary person can kill them with a sword. But they are very difficult to deal with because their numbers are almost endless. Even the strongest person will be exhausted to death..."

"But, at this level..." The three-pointed, double-edged sword in Yang Jian's hand burst into endless light, and in an instant the sword light chopped dozens of Wolf Head Army soldiers into pieces. "At this level, even tens of millions more can't kill us!"

Tang Ku smashed the monsters into pieces one by one, then turned to Yang Jian and said, "Look at these dog heads increasing in number, don't you feel annoyed?"

"Ok?"

Yang Jian glanced around and said helplessly, "Even if it doesn't kill me, it's annoying! This is the first time I've fought such a frustrating battle. It's so annoying!"