Then he frowned and looked at the broken sculptures of various gods. It was fine if Chinese characters appeared.
Now that even the Eight Immortals have come out, is there any connection between the Qinglian Sword Sect, or the Shenhong Realm, and the previous life?
"Grandmaster, is this...?" Mo Yunzi looked at Wang Zijia, who was frowning in thought, and asked cautiously.
Wang Zijia came back to his senses slightly, and was stunned again when he saw Mo Yunzi.
I finally remembered where this sense of déjà vu came from.
Fishing drums, Sanskrit music, Immortal Weng Temple, riding a donkey upside down, isn't this Zhang Guo's youngest?
So this person has the inheritance of Zhang Guolao?
As Wang Zijia's thoughts flickered, Mo Yunzi did not reply, but his mind moved.
······
At the foot of the mountain, Li Lexin, who was organizing his disciples to clear up their debts, was slightly startled when a mental talisman appeared in front of him.
Wang Zijia's figure emerged, and just as he was about to speak, he sensed the situation around Li Lexin.
"Huh? Is there a fierce battle down there?"
"Reporting to the Patriarch, just now, all those weird clay statues came to life and started attacking the surrounding disciples."
"Fortunately, most of them are not strong. The disciples are fighting with them. There haven't been any big problems yet. Does the Patriarch have something to say?" Li Lexin replied immediately.
Wang Zijia frowned slightly when he heard this and said, "Just let the disciples clean up the sculptures in the surrounding mountains. Don't enter any Taoist temples or temples."
"Follow the Patriarch's decree!" Li Lexin immediately replied.
Wang Zijia immediately turned off Fu Zhao Communication, looked at Mo Yunzi and Lingyan Lan, and finally looked at Lingyan Lan and said: "Go down below and take charge of the situation!"
"Accept the decree!" Ling Yanlan, who was in the shape of a human and a bird, immediately accepted the order and left without any delay.
Wang Zijia inspected the ruined hall, and after finding nothing else, he said to Mo Yunzi beside him: "Let's go, let's continue to visit this place!"
"Yes!" After Mo Yunzi responded respectfully, he still followed Wang Zijia honestly.
The two of them left the main hall, went down the back mountain, and walked further into the mountains.
Looking down the mountain, you can see that all kinds of strange clay sculptures in the mountain have come to life, like stone figures, moving slowly towards the large square in front.
There were also many people coming towards Wang Zijia and the others.
As the two of them moved forward quickly, Wang Zijia raised his hand and a spear appeared. The moment it flew out, it split open and turned into crystal fragments all over the sky, covering the boss like a rain of crystal stones.
"Angju..."
Next to him, Mo Yunzi also swam around like a paper donkey. While braying, a huge donkey made of water rushed forward.
But before it could rush in, he was shocked to find that the small hilltop had been completely cleared by the crystal rain transformed by Wang Zijia's spear.
"Value +3945!"
The value increased by thousands, but Wang Zijia was not relieved.
Without it, this strange thing in the strange realm seems to be too weak.
Except for the ubiquitous and silent deception curse, which is quite understandable, I really can't bear to call it a restricted area.
Of course, if there were no means to deal with the deception curse, it would be another situation.
As his thoughts flickered, he quickly ran down the mountain and looked at the more than sixty incense sticks separated in the center of the sky. One of them penetrated the mountainside on the left.
Based on the previous experience and guessing, there is a high probability that there is a serious statue remaining.
Without much hesitation, he ran towards the top of the mountain.
Fifty or sixty mini spears floated around him. After running for a moment, one of them would be shot out, clearing a large area of the sculptures that slowly gathered towards him.
Mo Yunzi also found a trick. When the treasures were scarce, he quickly searched for them, or helped Wang Zijia clean up the missed miscellaneous fish.
In this way, the two of them ran quickly through the mountains. Whenever they encountered Taoist temples along the way, they would go in and take a look.
Without exception, almost completely empty.
After a while, the two came to another temple. Before they got close, the two of them stopped.
At the entrance of the main hall, a statue of a god with paint peeling off its body, cracks on its face, and one leg that was extremely damaged stood quietly, as if waiting for them.
The statue seemed unable to leave the temple and stood at the door, staring at them with its stone eyes, looking a little strange.
The two people who were looked at by the statue felt a cold feeling throughout their bodies, as if a ghost had penetrated their bodies. They were cold and stiff, and their limbs lost control.
"go!"
A spear the size of a chopstick flew out from beside Wang Zijia. As it moved forward, it quickly grew in size, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a crystal red spear two feet long.
The statue of the god glared at the spear, and the flying movement of the spear froze.
"bump!"
But as soon as the spear stopped flying, it immediately exploded. With the huge impact, countless crystal fragments hit the statue. The statue had no means of defense and directly followed in the footsteps of the previous one.
Wang Zijia picked up an identical round bead in the rubble again.
Wisps of strange mist emitted and poured into Wang Zijia's body, constantly eroding Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia ignored these and turned his hand to put it away again.
Entering the main hall, there is another temple hall.
However, it has changed from the previous form of receiving pilgrims to the form of a temple. It seems that it is no longer external, but internal, for disciples to worship.
After searching a large circle, I found nothing except some rubble.
Frowning, he left the hall again, and there were many sculptures gathered around him.
Mo Yunzi controlled more than ten water donkeys at the door, rampaging among them, and constantly kicked the clay sculptures of the gods to pieces.
After Wang Zijia came out, he threw a spear again, and crystal rain fell, clearing a large area.
He looked up at the incense threads in the sky and went straight down the mountain towards another mountain peak.
"Are we not going to the top of the mountain, Patriarch?" Mo Yunzi was stunned for a moment, then asked as he followed.
"I guess there won't be anything to gain from going up there. Once these weird things are cleared up, let the disciples search on a large scale!" As the prince spoke, he looked at the dozens of incense threads in the sky, scattered to hundreds of hills.
This was not the first time that Mo Yunzi saw Wang Zijia raising his head to observe. He also looked at the sky with flashing eyes, and saw nothing except the gray and strange sky.
In this way, the two of them, led by Wang Zijia, continued to go deeper into the mountains.
As we go deeper, there are fewer and fewer clay sculptures along the way, and the surrounding area becomes more and more empty.
There is nothing inside the various Taoist temple buildings, they are completely empty.
On some hills, the buildings on the entire hilltops were all empty. As a result, it became even more deadly, so quiet that it made people panic.
But as he went deeper, Wang Zijia found that the statue with the round bead became more and more complete. His previous attack could not completely solve the statue, so he needed to make up for it.
When the two came to the innermost part of the mountains, they did not see any tall mountains, only the ruins of a battlefield.
The rocks are rugged and filled with potholes of various kinds.
It was as if there had been a terrible battle here, and the main peaks in the core were all affected by the battle, completely shattered and disappeared.
I don't know how many years have passed, but not a single plant has grown on the ruined battlefield, and there is deathly silence all around.
The fog is a bit thick here, and a sense of desolation and eerieness permeates the place.
Wang Zijia frowned slightly and said, "There used to be two huge statues here?"
"According to the records, yes, we could still see a somewhat broken one some time ago, but now it seems to have suddenly disappeared." Mo Yunzi also frowned and looked at the entire desolate ruins.
Wang Zijia raised his head and looked at the sky. Sixty-seven of the sixty-seven sources of incense scattered in the sky had been processed by Wang Zijia. There was still one of the largest incense in the ruins shrouded in mist.
After a slight hesitation, Wang Zijia stepped into the ruins.
Seeing this, Mo Yunzi immediately followed.
As Wang Zijia and the two stepped in, the mist seemed to be flowing.
As the mist rolled, phantoms appeared and dissipated one after another, and then reappeared immediately.
Such a change caused the two of them to subconsciously stop their movements again and look at the shadow.
As the mist swirled around, Wang Zijia and Mo Yunzi seemed to have seen an earth-shattering battle taking place here.
However, everything seemed too blurry, like an extremely incomplete virtual projection. Only some traces of the battle could be seen, and the earth-shattering battle could be felt from it, but not many specific things could be seen.
After reading for a while, he didn't get any useful information. Wang Zijia stopped lingering and walked directly into the ruins.
As he moved forward, Wang Zijia found that the mist was getting thicker and thicker, and gradually reached the point where he couldn't even see his fingers.
The two stepped into it, and the strange mist rolled around.
Their bodies seemed to have magnetism, causing the strange mist to gather and flow into their bodies.
"Value +45!"
"Value +34!"
"······"
It's a pity that not to mention Wang Zijia, but Mo Yunzi on the side, because the human paper man in the chaotic sea of consciousness exchanges money all the time.
This extremely weird and difficult-to-defend method not only did not affect them at all, but instead continued to improve their cultivation like a rich spiritual energy.
It's not that the methods in this mysterious realm are not strong. On the contrary, with the density and difficulty of the mysterious mist here, even the infant gods would probably not dare to set foot in it easily.
The current upper limit of power in this world is the same as that of the middle stage of immortals, which makes them completely invincible.
If I hadn't met someone like Wang Zijia, there would be almost no solution.
After feeling the benefits of the rich mist, Wang Zijia not only did not resist, but also deliberately slowed down and actively accepted the mist.
"Value +237!"
"Value +876!"
"······"
The strange mist transformed by the incense was like an extremely pure spiritual mist, which was inhaled into Wang Zijia's body.
Seeing this, Mo Yunzi hesitated for a moment, but still did not follow suit.
After all, he came here by taking elixirs, and he was not sure whether the immortal master's elixirs could support his refining like this.
Besides, I wouldn’t even dare to steal something from the Immortal Lord even if I gave him ten courages!
"Value +190,000!"
Daoxing: three hundred years (2.23 million/10 million)
Wang Zijia was like a bottomless pit, devouring the mist crazily, worth hundreds of thousands in a moment.
I don't know whether he found that there was nothing he could do about Wang Zijia, or whether his crazy devouring triggered some mechanism. The thick fog suddenly fluctuated, as if it was alive, and gathered towards the center.
In just a few breaths, the dense and mysterious fog around him disappeared without a trace.
Only then did Wang Zijia and the two realize that they seemed to have arrived at the core of the ruined battlefield.
There is a rocky flat land of hundreds of square meters, and a single-room temple made of stones stands in it.
The two looked at each other and walked up carefully.
The temple is very simple, just like an enlarged earth temple, covering an area of only a few square meters and a height of two or three meters.
From the sky, a strong force of incense rushed down and disappeared into the temple.
The temple was facing away from Wang Zijia and the others. The two of them surrounded the temple and turned towards the inside, toward the temple door.
Turning to the front, the two found that the stone temple had no door. They could clearly see that there was a human-high sculpture and an immortal tablet inside.
The sculpture is very crude, as if a bricklayer who has not practiced at all has used some clay to shape a standing clay tire.
After the two approached the temple, through the door, Mo Yunzi subconsciously read the name of the god enshrined on it.
"The World-Transferring Immortal Lord...Uh..."
Before he finished reading, he stopped talking in shock.
But he was shocked to find that even if he didn't finish reading, the rough mud tires quickly became detailed.
With a handsome face, a smile and a Taoist robe, he is clearly the image of Wang Zijia.
The body of Wang Zijia beside him quickly lost color and began to turn to stone from the feet down.
However, the abnormal situation just started and quickly subsided.
"Value +130,000!"
Daoxing: three hundred years (2.36 million/10 million)
Mo Yunzi's pupils shrank violently and he closed his mouth suddenly, obviously realizing that he had almost caused a big disaster.
With the failure of Zijia's petrification, the changes in the rough sculptures in the temple also stopped.
But the general changes have been completed, and it looks like a stone statue carved by an art student in his previous life according to Wang Zijia's appearance. It only needs detailed drawing and coloring.
"Crack!"
As the sculpture's transformation ceased, its gray stone eyes opened.
Even with a pair of gray stone eyes, Wang Zijia still felt the sizing eyes.
Obviously, this ghost thing is the master of the divine realm.
It seems that something strange happened due to absorbing the incense of the World-Transcending Immortal Lord, which should have belonged to Wang Zijia.
Fortunately, he came in advance, otherwise by the time this weird thing comes out of the mountain, there might be a real and fake Monkey King!
"bump!"
Without waiting for Wang Zijia to think, the statue in the temple immediately locked onto Wang Zijia after opening its eyes and rushed straight towards Wang Zijia.
The body of the rock actually did not affect its speed at all.
With a flash of his eye, Wang Zijia opened a distance of tens of meters, and spears like chopsticks condensed out of his body.
The moment he stood still, the spear flew out and rushed towards the sculpture. During the flight, it quickly grew in size, and in the blink of an eye turned into a crystal-red broken spear that was two feet long.
Something magical happened. Almost the same gray stone spears appeared around the gray sculpture that rushed towards Wang Zijia, and they collided with the spear thrown by Wang Zijia.
"Boom!"
(End of chapter)
