Chapter 891: Homage to the Victorious Fighting Buddha Cannon

In the sky, the red light on the twelve statues disappeared, replaced by red cracks; the statues that originally could move began to shatter.

This can be understood as breaking the seal; the powerful avatar inside is about to appear.

This process can actually be quick; it can be done in an instant.

But it can also be slowed down; the slower, the stronger the avatar's power. Like now, slowly 'undoing' means the avatars of the twelve councilors descend, their strength no different from their true bodies.

The only difference is that if the avatar dies, they can at least preserve their lives and continue to survive.

If the true body dies, then they are truly dead.

This is the greatest use of an avatar.

The thirteen councilors are all steady; this steadiness is not merely surviving, but doing their utmost on the basis of being able to survive.

For example, they now realize that the white-haired person on the ground beneath them is a dangerous element.

So their descent speed slows, and after descending they will be the strongest.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Tang Luo's unfolding transformation of the Mysterious Transformation is also unusually slow.

It seems both sides have simultaneously gained an unspoken understanding.

Similar to the sound of a Transformer changing shape, the short staff in Tang Luo's hand, which has returned to its original form, begins to change and unfold as the Mysterious Transformation.

This time, it is not just a simple weapon.

Zhu Bajie actually did not modify the bow form; he discarded the bow form, or rather merged it into the umbrella form, and then added a new form.

This is what everyone sees now.

On Tang Luo's body, from palm to shoulder, a layer of armor wrapped up, black with faintly appearing golden patterns.

Not an ancient style, but a style full of mechanical feel.

Extending from both shoulders, Tang Luo's sides are linked with six symmetrically arranged gun barrels of varying lengths, floating…… It looks like something that should be mounted on a Gundam.

Mechanical, heavy, ferocious!

Even though Qing Lang and Ao Yu, who have never seen hot weapons, can feel that this menacing thing is an extremely terrifying weapon.

Unlike the Mysterious Transformation Umbrella, which carries a hint of sinister elegance, the Mysterious Transformation Cannon reveals absolute savagery.

It is a precise ultra-long-range death strike and a violent firepower coverage suppression, the difference in destruction.

Still taking a world as an example, one strike of the Mysterious Transformation Umbrella can destroy a world; what that destruction looks like is probably turning a whole world into many fragments, equivalent to the shattering of the Mountain Sea Realm.

While the Mysterious Transformation Cannon grinds a world to powder in all aspects, thoroughly to the point of merging into the chaotic void.

Homage to the Victorious Fighting Buddha Cannon, six pure great tubes, one breath three hundred sixty million shots, great compassion and great mercy to save the world.

"Interesting." Tang Luo laughed, raised both hands, opened his palms, and aimed at one of the twelve councilors in the sky.

That stone statue is the one Ao Yu just attacked.

The upper body is human, the lower body is like a serpent's torso.

Among all the stone statues, it is the largest and most conspicuous.

Tang Luo's mouth corner lifted, his white hair fluttered slightly, and the six gun muzzles simultaneously burst forth with fire.

In an instant, countless cannonballs…… can be understood as things similar to cannonballs, completely covering the entire sky.

The poured‑out 'cannonballs' intertwine to become not a net, but a sheet of light.

A light curtain without gaps.

Actually, this move can be considered as 'Thousand Hands Unable to Defend'; it is medium to long range and can sustain a very long 'Thousand Hands Unable to Defend'.

It is easier than Tang Luo himself holding the Mysterious Transformation Sword or Mysterious Transformation Halberd and maintaining 'Thousand Hands Unable to Defend' for a long time.

Of course, it is certainly lacking the agility of 'Thousand Hands Unable to Defend'.

But, what need is there for agility?

What is needed now is violent firepower suppression!

"..."

The light curtain surged forward, and the twelve councilors were speechless for a moment.

They could all feel that the white-haired person beneath them had clearly locked onto Leviathan, but then suddenly included everyone in the attack range.

Even Leviathan was dazed; he had prepared to first withstand the opponent's initial attack.

Result…… this 'agreed upon' is not the same!

Then why did you lock onto me?

It's a group attack; locking onto anyone is the same. The reason it's that Leviathan is simply because his statue is the largest.

Ao Yu attacked this guy also only because he is the biggest.

You're the most eye‑catching; if not you, who else would we target?

The finest specimen among the crowd ought to receive such treatment.

At the instant Tang Luo attacked, the avatars of all the councilors, which were as strong as their true bodies, truly broke out of the statues and appeared.

They had long been prepared for battle; being speechless does not mean panic.

Their respective forms are very similar to the statues, though most are somewhat smaller.

At the moment the avatars appear, they still retain human shape.

It can be confirmed that they were once human, but on the path to becoming stronger they chose other forms.

Those powerful forms once imagined have become ever stronger, also very familiar, and thus never changed.

Fallen angels, werewolves, demons, giant beast Leviathan……

The Anxious Council, just like its debut background, carries an evil villainous aura.

In fact, their actions are the same: destruction and slaughter often accompany them, and after plundering they become stronger.

They are already strong, but there are 'people' who are stronger.

So to become stronger, they constantly frenziedly plunder, bringing destruction without caring.

These plundering destroyers, at this very moment, their thoughts are no longer about plundering and destruction, but……self-preservation!

Upon contact with the light curtain formed by the endless artillery shells, they felt a terrifying power.

A flash of shock and panic passed through their emotions.

Then came resistance.

Like a stubborn reef in a flood, resisting the torrent of artillery shells, or rather, being suppressed while resisting the torrent of artillery shells.

Leviathan's body tumbled under the attack of the Mystic Transformation Cannon, wounds constantly appearing, healing, then reappearing.

Now it is not his deployed battle form; his true deployed form is huge, enough to cover the entire sky.

However, he can no longer deploy that huge 'Sky Giant Beast' form.

He is being pressed down and beaten!

The other councilors are no better off; the most miserable is that guy in a fallen angel posture.

He specializes in high-frequency attacks and speed; in such a torrent, he is completely suppressed, with six broad black wings behind him blocking in front, forming a defense.

Such a defense is sufficient in the vast majority of cases.

Even against the attacks of the other councilors, it would be enough. But the wings cannot block this level of endless, continuous, seemingly never-ending violent assault.

One minute.

Feathers on the black wings began to wither, revealing the black inner body.

If it weren't for the deep blackness emitting a sense of danger, it would look like a full wing that had fallen into coal dust and rolled around several times.

These six pairs of black wings are condensed entities, naturally appearing this way.

This full-wing form did not last long; in the fallen angel's terrified roar, it became nothing but bone.

The defense was broken! After Tang Luo's 'Firepower Suppression' continued for two minutes.

Only bone wings remained, with large gaps, unable to block the torrent of firepower.

The fallen angel's body, in terms of defensive power, is still not as good as his wings.

The roar turned into a painful growl; the wings felt nothing, but the body did—being the clone closest to the true self, it naturally cannot have defects.

What 'pain shielding'? It doesn't exist among the strong's choices; that would be equivalent to shielding perception.

Pain itself is a kind of 'signal'.

In battle, pain is actually also important.

The body, riddled with holes, gradually disintegrated; the fallen angel's painful roar turned into a lament, and finally vanished.

At this point, Tang Luo's firepower suppression had continued for three minutes.

The twelve councilors of the Anxious Council were firmly nailed in the sky, passively bearing everything.

They couldn't even launch a proper attack.

They felt extremely stifled.

But this is exactly the effect Tang Luo wanted; if firepower suppression lacked this suppressive force, what would it be called suppression?

Moreover, it could be even stronger.

At three minutes and one second, eleven councilors suddenly felt that the attack's power had further increased.

Originally they could still roll and make some movements, but could hardly move freely; the councilors were suppressed again—they could not move!

Strictly speaking, it's not that they cannot move, but that endless, boundless 'violent artillery shells' pour down upon them.

This leaves them unable to perform any further actions.

"Just who is this guy!"

"We have never heard his name. Even if the endless world is 'vast', such a person should not be unknown……"

"A triallist? I don't believe he would be a triallist!"

The Anxious Council, its thirteen councilors are all transcendent beings; the composition of the Anxious Council is very much like a 'gods and demons game'.

They are transcendent beings who predate the Heaven's Initiate Knights.

Theoretically, one could recognize Tang Luo's identity as a 'triallist'.

However, in such violent firepower suppression, they overturned that idea.

Impossible! Impossible for there to be such a triallist! I don't believe it!

Regardless of whether these transcendent beings believe it, what happens next will not shift according to their will.

Thirty seconds after Tang Luo intensified his firepower—that is, at three minutes and thirty-one seconds, when the councilors' clones had fully descended—another two councilor clones died.

Of the thirteen councilors, one was shattered upon arrival, failing even to descend—now it seems Bu Lu He is the luckiest.

Then three more died in succession, leaving ten.

These ten are still struggling desperately. They have also begun to want to retreat, wishing to simply abandon these clones; the loss would be the same, but better than dying stifled here.

"Look straight at me, you bastard!"

Just as these councilors were forming the idea, planning to sever their wrists like a resolute warrior.

Tang Luo spoke, mockery activated.

The effect was outstanding!

They were enraged! The exalted big shots were enraged! Since becoming transcendent and establishing the Anxious Council, when have they ever been humiliated like this?

Even those from the Heavenly Court and the Great Thunderclap Temple, two colossal beings, have never treated them this way.

On the contrary, some monks and immortals have shouted for battle against the Anxious Council, demanding to enforce heavenly justice.

But that is an exception.

The dignity of the Anxious Council shall not be trampled!

Angry!

If they are angry, they naturally won't flee; not fleeing means they will continue to be suppressed, suppressed to death!

Leviathan, dead!

Werewolf, dead!

Demon, dead!

……

At the fourth and fifth minutes, Tang Luo's strength increased a level with each passing minute.

Six minutes.

Of the thirteen councilors, only one remained—a councilor who had taken on a ghostly form.

It can nullify much damage to the greatest extent, so the time he can endure also becomes longer.

"Hah..."

It seemed a gust of wind blew past, lasting six minutes, but the feeling of the extremely prolonged fire suppression finally ceased.

Before that ghostly councilor could catch his breath or make any other reaction,

Tang Luo had already appeared before him, reached out and seized—Soul Crossing!

Your appearance is practically tailor-made for Soul Crossing!