"Boom boom boom..."
The two hundred puppets were completely unafraid of attacks. They were repelled and then surrounded. It was really difficult to resist without being able to use their martial arts powers.
However, Xin Zhuo was at ease at this time.
He was very fortunate to have spent several hours in the Kuling River to figure out the perfect skills of those figures. The traces left by the emperor thousands of years ago can only be understood but cannot be explained. If you don't see it with your own eyes, it will be difficult to see it. study! Moreover, thanks to the fact that he has integrated martial arts so many times, he can master it as soon as he learns it.
"Boom boom..."
One puppet after another was knocked away, and Xin Zhuo became more and more proficient in his no-move technique.
Qingque, Sima Daozong and little nun Ku Kong stood in front of the statue, pressing the statue alone, and the energy was sucked away bit by bit. They turned back and silently looked at Xin Zhuo's figure flying back and forth among the puppets, with a trace of embarrassment on their faces.
Sometimes it’s not difficult to admit that someone is great! No wonder he can be a young master. This technique of using the physical body without any movement is a bit abnormal.
The next moment, the three people no longer cared about watching, and the suction force in the statue suddenly increased.
"Click..."
The gaps in the shifting stone slabs above are getting bigger and bigger.
After a moment, with a "click" sound, a square channel appeared above the head of the statue. Although it was still dark, a strong living wind blew in.
The way out is outside!
Sima Daozong and little nun Kukong jumped up one after another.
Qingque turned around and said urgently: "Master Xin, hurry up!"
He jumped up without a trace of his feet.
Xin Zhuo knocked away the seven nearest puppets, ran a few steps quickly, jumped up, and exited the passage.
There was still a ruined temple above, and there was still an identical fairy statue, but there was an open door in front, and it was dark outside.
Qingque and the other three were not in the room.
Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the room, only to see Qingque and three others standing on the stone steps in front of the door, in a daze.
He looked around and was stunned for a moment.
The outside is not the Xuantian Sword Sect, but a wilderness with undulating hills far and near, dense forests, and thorns.
The sky was dark, and a pale red moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the earth in a vast and dim light.
Surrounded by a mess of ruined temple side halls, there are no less than seven or eight rooms.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
Qingque turned back and said: "This is not the Xuantian Sword Sect, and it may not be the world outside. It seems that we have been moved into a forbidden area!"
"Why do you see it?" Sima Daozong asked with a frown.
Qingque explained: "Because this month is not the moon outside. There is a weird smell of decay in the air. The mountains, forests and vegetation are growing wildly. There are no traces of human contact at all. If my expectation is correct, this place is from somewhere in the Middle Ages." Forbidden land!
Due to the previous changes in the world, those of us who disappeared were all forcibly captured! "
"How big a feat is this?" Little Nun Kukong wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and exclaimed: "How did it do it?"
Qing Que smiled and said: "It's nothing more than formations. In the Middle Ages, martial arts prospered once every thousand years. Hundreds of martial arts schools contended. There are all kinds of talismans, formations, ink attacks, evil arts, elixirs, and weapon refining. They are all stunningly beautiful. They have developed it to the extreme!
Unlike the past six thousand years in ancient times, when the martial arts flourished, chaos occurred once every one hundred years or three or four hundred years. The time for warriors to practice was too short. It was difficult to avoid the rules of heaven and to fake death. Naturally, it was difficult for them to accomplish such terrifying events. Array! "
Sima Daozong became more and more mysterious as he listened, and couldn't help but say: "In other words, we... no! The younger generation within tens of thousands of miles may have been sucked in, but what do you want to do in this forbidden area?"
Qingque's eyes exuded the ultimate light: "Inheritance! The forbidden area chooses its own inheritor!"
Sima Daozong was startled for a moment, then clapped his hands fiercely: "In other words, is it a blessing rather than a curse? Not only is this not a bad thing, but it is a great good thing?"
Qingque calmed down a bit: "Our first consideration is how to survive! Since it is inheritance, it is natural to survive the fittest, and those who are unqualified will be eliminated!"
The expressions of Sima Daozong and Little Nun Ku Kong changed. The latter said: "But... we still can't use the martial arts god now..."
Before he finished speaking, there was suddenly a strong smell of blood in the air, like the bodies and blood of many people who died tragically.
"Dang..."
A bloody figure suddenly walked out from the dilapidated side hall next door. He looked around blankly at first, and then looked at Xin Zhuo and the other four, with a trace of vigilance in his eyes.
Xin Zhuo suddenly realized that not only were the four of them in the same space and needed the statue to absorb the true energy to come out, but the same was probably true in the side halls next door, and many people were trapped.
But currently, including them, only five people have escaped. The others must have been defeated by physical strength alone and were killed by the puppets.
I wonder if there are any disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect?
The three Qingques had obviously thought of this. Sima Daozong looked at the bloody man and said boredly: "You don't need to be on guard, we just came out."
The "bloody man" breathed a sigh of relief, walked over, cupped his fists and saluted: "Xiao Jing, the Yin Coffin Sect of the Great Zhao Kingdom, I have met all of you, where do you come from?"
Judging from his appearance, he is a bearded man in his forties.
He didn't even know the four of them, or he didn't know Xin Zhuo, the protagonist of the Young Master Ceremony. He shouldn't have entered here from the Xuantian Sword Sect.
Xin Zhuo and the others looked at each other. How many people had entered this place?
"Xuanyuanqiu Qingque!"
Qingque returned the greeting and introduced Xin Zhuo and the others.
"It's so far away, this is weird!"
The man was startled and said: "I have heard of the Xuantian Sword Sect, but my Yin Coffin Sect is probably forty thousand miles away from here!"
Xin Zhuo nodded and said: "This place is really weird. It's not appropriate to say more. Let's brainstorm where to go next?"
If my guess is correct, there are probably a lot of people coming from this ghost place, including a lot of acquaintances and strangers. The final direction still needs to be considered.
Qing Que was silent for a moment and said: "If we are talking about passing through inheritance, we have just passed the first level. What is tested is the mind, body and resourcefulness."
"That's right!" Xiao Jing said: "There were seven people who came with me over there. At first, they were looking for an exit. Some people had bad tempers and were impatient. They relied on their physical strength to forcefully break the wall, but they were counterattacked by the miasma. And death, this is the nature of the mind!
Then the puppets appear, and it takes physical strength to resist them, and the six people who are with them will die in battle!
Finally, instilling your own energy into the statue to escape is a matter of resourcefulness. You must also resist the puppet while finding a way out of the predicament.
All this seems simple, but in fact, if you make one mistake, you will definitely die!
Wherever you go next, you need to be careful again and again. "
Sima Daozong glanced behind him and said: "So, wouldn't it be that dozens of people died under these seven or eight ruined temples? I wonder where the other people are and what they have experienced? Why are we the only ones here? "
No one can answer.
Xin Zhuo also looked at the dilapidated side halls around him and thought for a moment. If Zhao Yizhu, Jiang Yuwei and several fellow disciples were here, with their methods, nothing would happen.
Qingque said: "No matter what, there are only five of us alive in this ruined temple now. We have to continue walking. Maybe we can meet others later. The problem now is that we are still imprisoned and cannot use our martial arts." Supernatural powers!”
"Crunch——"
At this time, a huge stone outside the gate of the ruined temple suddenly dropped to the ground, revealing a stone tablet behind it with faint writing on it.
The five people immediately stepped forward and saw a line of ancient seal written with dragons and phoenixes dancing on it: "Going one hundred and twenty miles to Fu Town, you will encounter a wind wolf on the way. If you swallow its blood, you can restore your body's imprisonment!"
Like it was left countless years ago.
Several people looked at each other, their eyes brightening slightly.
Wind wolf? Rifford Town?
"Hehehe..."
At this moment, two strange laughters suddenly came from the two side halls behind them. They spread far and wide in this dark and dead place, which was quite creepy.
Immediately afterwards, two figures flashed out. They were two identical fairy statues, but at the moment they looked like real people, with dazzling aura fluctuations exuding from their bodies.
Lingtai Third Heaven!
The first level of Lingtai!
Qingque's expression changed: "What the hell kind of test is this? One of them is in the same realm as me, and his aura seems to have the fluctuations of my Xuanyuan Qiu's mind!"
Xiao Jing took a deep breath: "The statue of the first level of the spiritual platform is the same as me!"
copy?
Xin Zhuo frowned, and his true energy was absorbed, directly copying what the highest level person had learned in his life.
The most difficult person to defeat in the world is himself. Fortunately, he has not been copied. Otherwise, he himself would not be able to crack the fifth level of Lingtai and his non-mainstream tricks.
In a blink of an eye, two fairy statues swooped over, and the illusion of the spiritual platform appeared.
The first move is a fatal move!
The key is that the five of them cannot use their martial arts powers.
"Walk!"
Xin Zhuo said hello and rushed forward first.
The other four followed closely behind.
"boom……"
Where he had just stood, a deep pit dozens of feet square was dug out.
Two "fairy statues" are chasing each other crazily...
(End of chapter)
