But Gu Qingshan's eyes flashed, and he found himself rolling down from mid-air into a hall.
He stood up and looked around carefully.
Yes, this is really a typical ancient building.
On both sides of the main hall, there are two rows of figure sculptures, which are ancient monks with different expressions and postures.
The ten ancient monks are all different. The only thing they have in common is that they all have a long sword.
"Ancient sword cultivator." Gu Qingshan murmured.
When these sculptures saw people coming, they all turned their heads and looked at Gu Qingshan.
"Junior, why don't you greet me when you see me?" shouted a sculpture.
Gu Qingshan smiled and bowed, then looked deep into the hall.
Right in front of the main hall, a god is enshrined.
Gu Qingshan walked to the statue of the god and looked at it carefully.
This is a god in golden armor, holding a mountain peak in his left hand and a strange long sword in his right hand, with a solemn expression.
Gu Qingshan's gaze stayed on the sword.
The long sword is completely black, with five deep carvings evenly distributed on the blade, giving people an inexplicable feeling of palpitations.
——This is the divine pattern.
Divine patterns are more advanced than runes, and they are so ingenious that they take over the creation of heaven and earth. With just a scratch, their power can cause changes in heaven and earth.
Gu Qingshan looked at it carefully and then looked behind the statue.
There is an entire wall five people high, with images carved on it using thick ink and heavy colors.
Gu Qingshan looked around. These murals told the heroic deeds of ancient monks who fought against demons under the leadership of gods.
The god who helped the monks fight against the demons was the god on the main seat.
At the end of each mural, they all end with the monk sacrificing himself and defeating the demon.
If you look closely, you will see that those ancient monks look like the ten sculptures in the main hall.
Ten ancient monks made ten heroic sacrifices just for the continuation of the human race.
It is indeed worthy of admiration.
Fairy Baihua has always respected this kind of person, so no wonder she told herself to be careful and not to be rude.
I'm afraid she did the same thing herself.
In the center of all the murals, there is a one-eyed monster with black clouds under its feet, holding a city in its hand and putting it in its mouth.
Around the monster, ten ancient sword cultivators, led by the gods, surrounded it.
Each sword cultivator had a solemn face, holding a long sword in one hand and holding a strange magic spell in the other hand, pointing at the monster.
Look at this scene, they are trying to ban the monster.
This painting occupies the largest area, and is surrounded by densely packed divine patterns.
According to common sense, these divine patterns are all used to ban monsters.
Gu Qingshan looked at the monster.
The monster seemed to be aware of it, and turned around with one eye, staring at Gu Qingshan.
"It seems to be sealed in the mural." Gu Qingshan murmured.
Gu Qingshan took another look, turned around and walked back to the first statue.
On this statue, there is a middle-aged monk with a Chinese character face, wearing a white frost-colored robe, and the long sword in his hand is also very cold.
It was him who asked Gu Qingshan before.
Gu Qingshan bowed again and asked respectfully: "May I ask how senior died?"
The statue raised its head and said, "It's worth exchanging one body for one hundred thousand souls."
Gu Qingshan asked: "Can you tell me in detail? Let me take a good look at the style of my senior."
The middle-aged monk looked down at Gu Qingshan and said, "My soul is besieging the demon in the mural, so I have no time to tell you in detail."
Gu Qingshan looked at his sword and saw two small words engraved on the joint between the hilt and the blade.
"Frost".
Gu Qingshan nodded silently and added: "I am also a sword cultivator. May I ask what the sword technique used by my senior is? In this way, I can also admire my senior's style a little bit - I can always say this."
The middle-aged monk said proudly: "Youhuo Tianyuan Sword Technique."
Gu Qingshan cupped his hands and said, "I'll teach you now."
After saying that, he walked to the next statue, bowed again, and asked respectfully: "May I ask how your senior sacrificed his life?"
The statue was that of a handsome young man. Hearing this, he said: "He killed tens of thousands of demons with his body and died from exhaustion."
"Can you tell me in detail? I also want to admire your senior's style."
The handsome young man also looked at Gu Qingshan and said: "A certain soul is besieging the big demon, so I have no time to talk to you in detail."
Gu Qingshan nodded and said: "I am also a sword cultivator. May I ask the name of the sword technique used by my senior?"
The handsome young man said: "The Immaculate Holy Sword Technique."
Gu Qingshan suddenly said: "So, the senior is a rare sword cultivator with lightning spiritual power, which is really admirable."
The handsome young man looked at him and said, "It's good that you know."
After hearing this, Gu Qingshan completely relaxed.
He walked towards the front of the hall and stood in front of the statue.
A long bow suddenly appeared in his hand.
Gu Qingshan slowly drew out an arrow, stretched the bow string, and pointed it straight at the statue.
The statue suddenly opened its eyes and shouted in a voice like thunder: "How dare you! You are a little mortal, but you dare to shoot at this god. Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to apologize, or I will send you to reincarnation in an instant!"
Gu Qingshan smiled and said: "I am an evil demon. I came here specifically to liberate the monsters on the mural."
The ten sculptures of sword cultivators were all in an uproar, waving their swords one by one, with awe-inspiring sword energy rising from their bodies.
"Monster, I will take your life!"
"Damn monster, you're dead!"
"Come and die!"
Their voices are as loud as the sky, and in the next second, they will use their peerless sword skills.
Outside the green jade screen, the palace maid's expression suddenly changed and she said, "Why is this young man so crazy?"
She quickly kneaded the seal with her hands, and in an instant, the seal was completed.
In the blink of an eye, as long as she directs her spiritual power into the hand, the spell can be activated.
But at this moment, the palace maid's mind changed, but she still failed to activate her spiritual power.
She stared at the green jade screen without blinking for a while, then a strange expression suddenly appeared on her face.
In the main hall.
Gu Qingshan waited for a long time, but the sword cultivators still did not pounce.
"Hateful!" the square-faced middle-aged monk yelled, "All my spiritual power has been used to seal the demon. Now I only have a trace of my soul outside, so I can't kill this beast."
"Me too."
"me too."
The sword cultivators lamented in unison.
Gu Qingshan looked at the statue in the middle of the hall, stretched his bow into a full moon shape, and let go.
brush!
The arrow passed by the ear of the statue and hit the mural, turning half of the wall into rubble.
The sword cultivators shut their mouths.
The hall fell into an eerie silence.
Gu Qingshan picked up an arrow with an expressionless face, drew the bow again, and aimed it at the statue.
"Sorry, my hand slipped just now, I must aim this time." He apologized.
The idol said nothing.
Gu Qingshan fully drew his bow and said, "You don't want to say something? After all, you will never have the chance to speak again."
The statue suddenly said: "Aren't you afraid that I will release the unparalleled evil demon?"
Gu Qingshan said: "I don't believe how strong the demons suppressed by this group of monks are."
The statue asked: "Why do you slander the ancient sword cultivator so much?"
"You are forcing me to say it, but if I say it, you won't be able to pretend anymore." Gu Qingshan smiled.
The statue said nothing.
Suddenly a loud female voice came from the hall: "Go on, make things clear."
