Lin Qing held the whirlwind in his hand and stepped on the ground with one foot.

"Bang!"

He added the steel-plated earth, shattered and covered with cracks in cobwebs.

The entire ground was stepped out of a huge crater by him, as if a nine-day meteorite had fallen and smashed into the ground.

And Lin Qing's body, like a rebounding nine-day meteorite, rose into the sky, like a sharp arrow, wrapped in a violent wind, shooting towards the god of Garan.

At the beginning, the whirlwind of Lin Qing's left fist was only the size of a fist, driving some air flow around it.

But as his body lunged, the whirlwind at his fist grew bigger and bigger.

By the time he came to the god Garan, the whole cyclone, already bigger than his whole person, was like a locomotive, and it slammed into the god Garan.

Strong wind pressure, rolling and moving.

Ju Jingji and Fan Linlin, who were dozens of meters away, didn't even have time to exclaim, they were swept out upside down, but fortunately, the building wall was behind them, blocking them.

And several towering giant trees behind the Garan God stood tall and supported in the vicious battle between the valuable Lin Qing and the Garan God.

At this time, it was blown by the wind pressure of this wind fist to tilt forty-five degrees, and it almost broke.

The Garan God was also ready to attack, the scales of his whole body stood upside down, shaking constantly, his muscles soaring, and the powerful power of faith circulated in his body, all gathered in his fist.

"Boom!"

Two fists, slammed hard at once.

But no two figures flew out upside down.

Lin Qing's wind fist hit the fist of the Garan God, and the wind was like a meat grinder, directly smashing his fist, and then his arm......

The whole body of the Garan God was first stunned, and then trembled, from the fist to the arm, Qi Qi was frantically strangled, and in the end, half of his body was smashed.

"Bang!"

Only half of his body was left, and the god Garan fell to the ground like a broken sack, blood flowed sideways, his intestines were rotten, and his internal organs flowed all over the ground.

The whole building was dead silent.

Ju Jingji and Fan Linlin were completely stunned, frightened by the bloody scene in front of them.

And the Floating Cloud Heavenly Master is even more stunned, like a sculpture.

How can it be!

The dignified Garan God, a god, was actually beaten by Lin Qing with a punch and broke half of his body?

Is this punch still a human fist?

One punch!

"No!

"Garan God will not die!"

The Floating Cloud Heavenly Master suddenly came back to his senses, and the gods screamed and kept kneeling and bowing.

"My body is broken, and I can still live a fart!" Fan Linlin couldn't help but speak.

How much she believed in Garan before, how much she hated Garan God now.

Especially when she saw that the true body of the god Garan was actually such an ugly monster fused with three animals, she was even more disgusted.

Thinking about her own prayers to Garan God now, she felt sick when she thought about it.

Ju Jingji didn't speak, she went to see Lin Qing for the first time, but found that Lin Qing's expression was not relaxed, and she was still staring at the Garan God who only had half of her body left on the ground.

"Garan, it's not dead yet!" Ju Jingji exclaimed.

Sure enough, the god Garan on the ground actually moved twice, and then sat up.

"I am God, and God cannot die!"

The Garan God roared, angry, and glared at Lin Qing fiercely.

"The power of faith you have absorbed has been shattered by my punch. ”

"What else do you have to recover?"

Lin Qing said lightly, and then, as if he felt something, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the outside of the building.

Ju Jingji also hurriedly looked over, but he could only see the bare walls and couldn't see anything.

But in Lin Qing's eyes, at this time, wisps of black aura penetrated through the wall, like a drizzle, falling on the wound of the Garan God.

Even the body of the Floating Cloud Heavenly Master not far away gave birth to a black aura, which merged into the external black aura and landed on the body of the Garan God together.

Immediately afterwards, the wound of the god Garan actually healed again and the severed limb was reborn!

After a while, a new Garan god reappeared in front of everyone.

Garan, reborn!

"This ...... How is this possible!" Fan Linlin covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Lin Qing suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Is this the power of faith?"

The stored power of faith in the temple had been absorbed by the Garan God before, and then half of it was smashed by Lin Qing's punch.

However, those ordinary people who believe in the god Garan in Southeast Asia are still generating a steady stream of faith power.

These forces of faith are the foundation that supports the immortality of the Garan God.

"Haha...... Unless you can go to Southeast Asia in an instant, you will kill all the people who believe in me. ”

"Otherwise, as long as there are people who believe in me, I am God!"

"God does not die!"

The god Garan stood up, flapped his wings, and flew into the sky, regaining his previous form.

"Immortal and immortal...... How can this be fought?"

Fan Linlin almost despaired, looked at the Garan God weakly, and almost sat down on the ground.

Lin Qing is stronger than the Garan God, but if the Garan God can't be killed, no matter how strong Lin Qing is, he can't destroy him!

And if the god Garan doesn't die, she won't end well.

"Your punch is terrifying!"

"It's amazing to be able to tear my body apart. ”

"Even if I am a god, I will be hurt by your punch!"

"Hurt God Fist, it's really powerful!"

The god of Garan stared at Lin Qing's left hand and said with some fear.

"However, your punch was only formed by the condensed wind, not just your own strength. ”

"How many times can you do it?"

The Garan God said, and pounced directly on Lin Qing.

Relying on his immortal body, he can fight with Lin Qing non-stop and consume.

As long as Lin Qing's aura is exhausted, it will be the moment for him to fight back.

"You've seen through it. ”

Lin Qing shook his head with a smile and looked at his left hand.

"I really can't do it all the time. ”

"But, it's enough to smash you!"

The next moment, Lin Qing rushed out again, the eye of the wind was in his hand, and the wind was raging, suddenly forming a cyclone, which kept growing.

"Wind Fist!"

"Boom!"

Another punch, and the ending was the same, the Garan God was smashed into the lower half of his body and fell directly to the ground.

But the power of faith that came in from the outside was endless, and soon his body was restored again.

"Haha, I'm immortal, no matter how strong you are, you can't kill me after all!"

"Wind Fist!"

Lin Qing didn't care, he punched again, and hit it directly.

The body that had just been condensed by the god Garan was once again shattered.

"Wind Fist!"

"Wind Fist!"

"Wind Fist!"

……

Lin Qing kept punching, a total of seven punches, and finally stopped, a little panting.

Although the Wind Fist relies on the eye of the wind to pull the wind attribute aura in the air to form a whirlwind storm, the consumption of Lin Qing is not small.

"I'm not going to die!"

"God does not die!"

"You, no matter how much you punch, it's all in vain!"

Once again, the god of Garan condensed and laughed wildly.

Lin Qing also smiled.

"You really think you're immortal?"

"Didn't you notice that you are a little smaller than before at this time?"

"The chicken feathers on the wings have also decreased a lot, the horns have also been shortened, and even your body has begun to become transparent!"

"Huh?" Hearing Lin Qing's words, Jia Lanshen suddenly panicked, and looked down to see that his body was indeed the same as Lin Qing said, and there were many changes.

"Although you rely on the power of faith, you will not die. ”

"I can't kill those who believe in you. ”

"However, you are just a native evil god in Southeast Asia, how many people can believe in you?"

"Every time you condense your body, you need to consume the power of faith. ”

"And those who believe in you have a limit to the power of faith. ”

"As long as I bombard you enough, the more faith power you consume. ”

"When the power of faith is not enough, can you still condense your body?"

Lin Qing sneered and stared at the Garan Divine Dao.

The god Garan was suddenly startled and immediately panicked.

Lin Qing was right, he himself felt the power of faith flying in from the outside, less and less, a few more times, maybe when he condensed it again, he would be missing a head and a leg.

"Hmph, I have a limited number of condensations, isn't there a limit to how you can cast this punch!" said in a muffled voice.

"Yes, I have limitations. Lin Qing said with a smile, raised his left fist, and waved.

"Just guess it, is it your faith power that is exhausted first, or my fist can't support it first?"

As soon as these words came out, the color of the god of Garan suddenly changed.

Lin Qing can consume it, but he can't.

Once the power of faith is exhausted, he has no support, just like a fish without water, he will really die!

In time, the power of faith converged again, and the condensed Garan God was not himself.

After all, he was just a cultivator, and he turned to the Garan Shinto method halfway, and he was just a pirated version of the Garan God.

The god of Jialan panicked suddenly, no longer like the previous times, swore an oath, and even took the initiative to rush towards Lin Qing.

He began to panic.

Lin Qing was leisurely swinging his left fist, staring at the Garan God.

"Come out, come out!"

"As a god, even if you are a pirate, you know at least some of the killer features of the real brand. ”

"If you don't use it again, you're really going to be beaten to death by me. ”

"Come on, at least you can give it a fight, right?"

"Otherwise, you false god is really going to die. ”

Lin Qing volleyed into the void, raised his left fist high, the eye of the wind turned, and the wisps of the wind converged, condensed on his left fist, getting bigger and bigger, and finally directly turned into a cyclone the size of a house.

Lin Qing held a cyclone in his hand and looked down at the Garan God.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

"If you can't take this punch, then die!"

As he spoke, Lin Qing's body moved suddenly, pushing a huge flying spin, reversing in the air, and crashing towards the Garan God, violently, just like a nine-day meteorite, falling from space, unstoppable!

The whole building is trembling!