Chapter 1152 Are you satisfied now?
The giants of strength laughed.
"Hahaha, he still agreed?"
"It's so reckless!"
"Hurry and watch, watch how the Lord God crushes him!"
"Great Lord God, let this arrogant person see the true power! The power of God!"
The believers widened their eyes and shouted excitedly, eager to see how their Lord God would crush this sour scholar and witness the unique power of their Lord God!
All the gods were too lazy to take a look. The elders of the Temple of Poetry had complex expressions on their faces, as if they couldn't bear to see such a good and well-spoken talent fall away, but the matter could not be undone at this point.
In everyone's mind, the ending of this sour scholar was already determined.
Zilu slowly stretched out his hands and tied the hair tie.
The loose clothes were stirred by the strong wind. When Zilu raised his head, he was like a lion awakening, and his harmless eyes burst out with a terrifying light!
"boom!"
The terrifying energy shot up into the sky, and the loose clothes suddenly shattered!
A suit of ferocious and well-developed muscles was exposed after his clothes were broken.
Those terrifying muscles were exposed in every trace, extremely clear, stacked together, and extremely ferocious.
It's just that this time, Zilu didn't use his full strength and didn't activate De Jian Ru Bei. After all, this is the world of gods and cannot be exposed too much.
Otherwise, once the virtues and virtues are lifted, everyone will think that this was the original path!
But even so, those terrifying muscles were enough to make the pupils of all the tall giants of strength suddenly shrink, and even the god of strength had a look of astonishment on his face!
Those muscles... they couldn't believe it!
This may be difficult to understand.
After all, although Zilu's muscles are also very developed, if we just talk about the size of the muscles, not to mention the God of Strength, whose body is a thousand meters tall and can crush mountains, even a giant of strength who is only a hundred meters tall. Crush him in terms of muscle size!
This is a difference in size, a difference in species!
At nearly two meters tall, Zilu is considered tall among humans, but in front of this god of strength and giant of strength, he is as tall as an ant.
No matter how muscular it is, it is still just a strong ant.
All the muscles in the body combined together are no bigger than a bicep, or even the muscles on a finger.
And strength is often linked to size!
but.
At this moment, even the laughter of the God of Power stopped abruptly, and his eyes were full of horror!
Just because the body of this tiny human being reflects a texture like divine gold!
It’s not about muscle size!
But...hardness!
hardness!
In other words...purity!
Although this body is small, it gives them the feeling that they have encountered a natural enemy and cannot be destroyed.
The ant-like body seemed to have been tempered for thousands of times, and every muscle was as if it had been chopped by a knife and an axe, and was extremely strong, as hard as diamond.
It gave off an aura that frightened big guys like them.
If we say, this thousand-meter-high god of power is a tall mountain.
That road is just a small diamond drill bit!
Capable and tough!
Although the size difference is exaggerated, this tiny drill can penetrate tall mountains!
Extremely high hardness!
This is the body polished by human thought, this is the power tempered by thought!
A force that is stronger and harder than the so-called divine power, the so-called thousand-meter body, and the so-called pure power!
When Zilu tied up his bun, in an instant, the terrifying lion-like aura suddenly awakened and exploded!
"boom!"
Before we even take action, the earth is already shaking!
The ground that was as solid as cement with a radius of one kilometer, hammered by the giant fist of the God of Power, shattered at this moment!
Unable to withstand the terrifying power contained in this tiny human body!
The God of Power's laughter stopped suddenly, and he said in horror: "Wait a minute..."
No more caring about face!
At this moment, he suddenly felt that this human being could really kill him with one punch!
This human being has subverted the common sense of the divine world and the understanding that "the bigger you are, the greater your power"!
But it's too late!
The God of Power's eyes suddenly went dark, and he saw that the ant-like human face suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at him silently.
The long hair stands on end, like a lion!
He is obviously a small human being, but at this moment, in the eyes of the god of power with this thousand-meter-long body, this body actually blocks the sun, blocks the sky, and is as tall as ten thousand meters!
Let him only raise his head and look up!
At this moment, he suddenly remembered those scholars back then, those scholars who subverted common sense... That is the power of thought!
Under the horrified gaze of the God of Power, Zilu slowly raised the heavy book in his hand as if he were lifting the sun and the moon.
This scene is exactly the same as that of one of the scholars, except that the huge brush is missing!
"My husband said it."
"People without thought, he must worry about."
"I am your nearest concern."
Wen Qi gathered into his arms, and the power called thought reached its peak at this moment!
"Your purity is too low!"
Zilu looked at the God of Power who was as tall as a mountain in front of him and slammed down the heavy books!
With the power of thought!
knowledge is power!
The human body, as small as an ant, smashed out the heavy book and hit the god of power who was a thousand meters high!
"boom!"
The world wailed and trembled under this punch.
That terrifying gust of wind made it difficult for those giants of strength to open their eyes, and even blew them away!
The word "death" suddenly appeared in the mind of the God of Power.
"Damn it! This guy..."
The God of Strength gritted his teeth and could only use all his power. His arms were stretched out in front of him, trying to block the book.
"It should be able to block it!"
"I am the eleventh-level god of power!"
"I have pure power... This guy is only at level 10, how could it be possible..."
But what he didn't know was.
The weak human in front of me once defeated Poseidon for a thousand meters in one stroke!
Lord of the sea, Poseidon!
Level thirteen!
Moreover, it is still above the sea!
This is the power of the human mind!
The huge arm came into contact with the small book, and the God of Power's pupils suddenly shrank, looking at the tiny human in horror.
That terrifying force seems unstoppable!
It actually suppressed him completely!
"ah!!"
The God of Power roared angrily, and his body rose another hundred meters, and the terrifying power surged again!
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of fractures was heard.
But not Zilu!
But the God of Strength!
The arm that was blocking Zi Lu was actually directly hit by Zi Lu and twisted in a weird way.
The human book seemed to be indestructible, breaking and piercing the hundred-meter-long arm, and smashed it towards the chest of the God of Power!
unstoppable!
At this moment, the God of Power suddenly remembered something.
Something this human said before.
"Your purity is too low!"
purity!
That’s right, purity!
Although the human being in front of him is small, even though he is only tenth level.
But his purity is too high!
This human power is like steel that has been tempered for thousands of times. Although it is only tenth level and this piece of steel is only the size of a palm, it is still steel!
And he, the god of strength, with his muscles trained by carrying heavy objects and crashing mountains, and his innate bulk, were like cotton in front of him!
Although huge, it is vulnerable!
purity!
And now, this piece of steel is penetrating through me!
How can the power that has been tempered by human thought for five thousand years be comparable to the power of gods and muscles that have grown bigger through exercise?
"Is this your pure power?"
"Human power is not just power." Zilu said calmly.
Human power is never pure!
In addition to power, there are also five thousand years of thought!
That is the power that is wrapped up in thoughts and tempered by thoughts!
It is more solid and stronger than pure power!
"boom!"
The thick book hit the God of Power's chest hard. For a moment, the God of Power felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer. His hard chest was instantly dented like soft cotton, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"boom!"
The thousand-meter-long body was actually hit by this tiny human being’s book and flew backwards!
After crashing into several mountains, he finally stopped, but he couldn't get up for a long time.
On the chest, the traces left by a small but bone-deep book were clearly visible. In the blur of blood and flesh, the so-called indestructible bones seemed to have cracked!
This is the power of weak humans!
The power of knowledge!
The power of thoughts!
The pure power that directly crushed the so-called gods!
"Huh." Zilu touched the book lovingly. When he saw that there was no damage, he exhaled with relief, wiped it clean and put it away.
Immediately, he looked at the god of strength who was vomiting blood, and asked with concern: "Are you satisfied now?"
He looked concerned, as if he wanted to make up for it if he was not satisfied.
The main emphasis is on being polite and courteous, which must meet the requirements of the gods and make them completely satisfied.
