"Boom!"
A huge explosion occurred at the moment when the spears collided, and the air surged to the sky.
The stone sculpture, which was like a mirror image of Wang Zijia, turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Wang Zijia without waiting for the explosion to dissipate.
Wang Zijia did not retreat further, frowned, and a broken spear condensed out of his hand, and he fought with the charging opponent with the gun.
Upon contact, Wang Zijia frowned.
Not only does the opponent look like him, but his strength and moves are also similar to his!
It's really like a mirror battle, but it's not a replica.
For a time, one person and one sculpture were fighting inextricably.
Wang Zijia frowned, and with a thought, the five ghost talismans appeared and transformed into five fairy children.
But before the five fairy children came on stage, something happened that made Wang Zijia's pupils shrink slightly. Five identical stone fairy children also rushed out of the gray sculpture, entangled with the five ghosts.
And with the fight with Wang Zijia, the evolution of this strange thing that had stopped originally resumed its evolution. The gray sculpture figure continued to improve, became more and more lifelike, and became more and more like Wang Zijia himself.
Although Wang Zijia has accumulated a lot of knowledge in Wanyu, the knowledge of the mysterious realm is generally something that only the gods can have access to, so his understanding of this aspect is very insufficient.
Therefore, I didn't know what kind of mysterious realm this was for a while, so I couldn't immediately think of a solution.
But he knew that he could no longer blindly make new moves.
Otherwise, if the other party completely replicates his methods, the real and fake Monkey King may really happen. At that time, it will be a real headache.
It's all a long story. In fact, it's only been a few breaths since Mo Yunzi made a sound.
Mo Yunzi, who followed Wang Zijia out of the way, was stunned for a moment when he saw the sudden fight.
He didn't choose to continue watching. A paper figure appeared next to him, holding a fishing drum that looked like a bamboo tube in his hand.
"Dong dong..."
The Sanskrit sound was accompanied by the paper donkey spitting water and attacking straight towards the gray sculpture.
"bump!"
The indistinguishable gray sculpture that was fighting Wang Zijia didn't even light up its shield and was directly hit by Mo Yunzi's attack.
Where the gray sculpture was hit, it was like blood spurting out, and a lot of pieces of the painted statue fell out. The strange thing is that there were no wounds on the gray sculpture.
When Wang Zijia and Mo Yunzi saw this, their eyes lit up.
One was fighting all the way up, and the other was surviving for hundreds of years from the end of the world until now.
There was no need for any language or eye contact, and the two people, both of whom had rich practical experience, started cooperating directly.
Wang Zijia kept restraining the other party and fought with him to the death.
Mo Yunzi rode a water donkey and wandered around, giving the gray sculptures a few hits from time to time.
After each hit, some fragments of the statue would fall out of the opponent, but no damage was left at all.
This continued for a quarter of an hour, and the ground was already covered with pieces of the statue, but the gray sculpture showed no signs of injury.
The two of them were not anxious at all, and cooperated steadily.
Because both of them roughly guessed from the broken pieces on the ground where the disappeared statues in the Taoist temples in front had gone.
Especially after a head-like fragment of a statue fell out of the opponent's body!
If you guessed it right, what was fighting Wang Zijia was not a sculpture at all, but an aggregation of most of the sculptures in the entire Taoist temple.
It has the meaning of thousands of people and thousands of faces... Thousands of Gods and Thousands of Images. It is probably because of this, and after absorbing the incense belonging to Wang Zijia, that when fighting Wang Zijia, the prince can transform into the statue of Wang Zijia. Good ability.
After having such a guess, the two of them were not in a hurry. Although there were many empty Taoist temples on the mountain tops before, they definitely could not withstand the smashing of two real people.
This tug-of-war with tacit cooperation lasted for another quarter of an hour.
The gray sculpture that was fighting with Wang Zijia suddenly turned its head to look at Mo Yunzi, who was constantly attacking.
Immediately after his body fluctuated, a Taoist sculpture similar to Mo Yunzi rushed out of its body and rushed directly towards Mo Yunzi.
"snort!"
Wang Zijia instantly snorted and took this opportunity to directly summon the Blood Jade Book.
On the cover of the book, there is a picture of Wang Zijia with a strange smile, holding a golden scale with two weights on the left and right of the scale.
The gray sculpture immediately turned back and looked at the book again.
A book-shaped stone also appeared on its shoulder.
But I don’t know whether it was because I didn’t see it in time, or because there were three red copper weights on the cover of the book, so I couldn’t copy the book. The newly formed stone book suddenly exploded into a thick and mysterious mist, and filled it again. Back to gray sculptural body.
Such a change caused an obvious momentary lag in the gray sculpture's combat movements.
The body that had been attacked by Mo Yunzi for more than a quarter of an hour had no wounds, but some minor cracks appeared.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
At the same time, there was no hesitation in his movements. The two pages in front of him collapsed. First, a lava fireball emerged and piled up directly against his face.
At the same time, a shield lit up on his body.
Because I didn't cast the spell myself, but used the sealing talisman in the book.
As expected, the gray sculpture was unable to reproduce new abilities this time. It could only throw dozens of spears and collide with the lava fireballs.
"boom!"
The moment the stone spear collided with the lava fireball the size of a basketball, an explosion occurred.
This is not an ordinary fireball, but a fireball sealed in a book by Wang Zijia using the talisman sealing technique.
For the sake of power, Wang Zijia was instilled to the extreme. Although it is not as powerful as the talisman that is comparable to the Infant God, the spells in every book are almost the ultimate combat power of Wang Zijia at this stage!
The huge close-range explosion directly blew away Wang Zijia who had not retreated far. The energy shield on the body surface crystallized quickly, but fortunately it survived without breaking.
His whole body rolled several times while being thrown into the air. After landing on his knees, he plowed a big path on the ground.
The gray sculpture is much more exaggerated. Because it has no defense means, the moment it was affected by the close-range explosion, its body continued to break while it was blown away, and the statues of gods continued to fall out of the body.
Like a goddess scattering flowers, various pieces fell to the ground.
But there's nothing wrong with it.
But whether the mirror is strong or not depends on whether it can be fully replicated and flexible.
And from the moment Wang Zijia broke the deadlock, its outcome was already doomed.
Wang Zijia didn't wait for his figure to stop. As he was gliding backwards, three more pages flew out of the jade book next to him, two with pictures and text on the ground, and one with pictures and text on spears.
"Bump!"
As Wang Zijia clenched his right hand, the three pages exploded.
At this moment, a strong pull came from the gray sculpture's feet. While it was fixed in place, countless spears and spears suddenly appeared from all directions including under the body, above the head, on the chest, and on the back.
Like a thorny ball with thorns inside, the lightning struck towards the gray statue inside.
"Click, click!"
Around the stabbed gray sculpture, various fragments of statues fell out again, waiting for it to change its moves.
"burst!"
Wang Zijia in the distance suddenly let out a soft chuckle.
"Boom!"
All the spears and spears surrounding the gray sculpture suddenly flashed with spiritual light and exploded violently.
Countless crystal fragments shot towards the sculpture. And after hitting the opponent's body, only a bunch of fragments were shot out, but failed to penetrate the sculpture's body, and the crystal fragments immediately exploded a second time.
"Boom!"
This time hundreds of explosions were superimposed on top of each other, and the movement was simply deafening, accompanied by strong air waves that continued to spread on the silent battlefield.
Even Wang Zijia, who was blown far away, was almost blown away again.
After the explosion, the gray sculpture became silent.
Wang Zijia waved his hand, and a spiritual wind blew by and the smoke and dust dispersed.
In the center of the explosion, in a crater, a gray sculpture covered with cracks appeared in front of Wang Zijia.
After seeing Wang Zijia, the sculpture subconsciously wanted to rush towards him.
"Crack!"
As soon as it moved, more cracks appeared on its body.
After only taking two or three steps, his whole body was completely covered with cracks, and his movements were stiff and stagnant for a moment.
"Wow!"
Before Wang Zijia could take action again, there was a soft sound.
The gray sculpture shattered.
In an instant, his body was like a cornucopia, spewing out countless statue fragments, and in the blink of an eye, they piled up into a mountain of statue fragments, at least thousands of them.
There were so many inflated bosses that Wang Zijia had to quickly retreat a certain distance to avoid being buried by the statue.
On the other side, the sculpture that was inseparable from Mo Yunzi also shattered almost at the same time.
The movement was not as big as that on Wang Zijia's side, and only dozens of rubble statues expanded.
Countless incomplete hands, feet, and heads of the painted statues were rolling down, looking at Wang Zijia with strange eyes, their divine light flickering, indescribably weird.
"Value +3245!"
As soon as the cold breath arose, it was dashed away by Wang Zijia.
All the body fragments shook as if they wanted to be reunited.
As the strange eyes looking at Wang Zijia among those heads continued to dim, they did not contaminate Wang Zijia in the slightest. The cracks on their bodies are still increasing.
"Bump!"
After a few breaths, the fragments of the statue began to break for the second time, as if starting a chain reaction.
Thousands of fragments of the swollen statues, limbs and limbs were scattered, heads were shattered, and the huge pile of statues collapsed by two-thirds of its volume due to the shrinkage of the fragments.
When all the movement stopped, the battlefield just now was left with a lot of paint-off rubble that could not be seen as it was at all.
The largest one is no more than the size of a thumb.
Although there is a little bit of weird aura left, there is no strange activity at all.
Mo Yunzi was stunned for a moment, looked at the gravel mountain in front of him, and said: "Is this evil? It's really... weird!"
"What kind of evil is this? It's just a disability caused by the long-term end of the law." Wang Zijia shook his head and said:
"According to the records of the sect, any number of evil spirits that have successfully mutated can have the power to destroy an entire world."
"Once it breaks out in the subordinate world, it will either destroy the world or cause disaster. Even the infant god may not be able to get in or out, and even the deceiver master will not see it and get lost in it."
Mo Yunzi looked slightly stern when he heard this, and at the same time he also realized that the pills that Wang Zijia had distributed to everyone before were definitely not ordinary goods.
Even if I tried my best to think of the elixir in a strong way, I guess it's still not enough.
While the two were talking, the five fairy boys who had left the battle were filled with ghost mist without Wang Zijia's instructions.
Pulled by the strange fluctuations, a hill-like statue of rubble, like a whole mountain, was carried by the five ghosts and thrown outside the battle circle.
The simple stone temple in the center was revealed again.
Wang Zijia first came to the crater where the original gray sculpture exploded. There was also a stone bead the size of a pigeon egg lying quietly in the center of the explosion crater.
The moment he reached out to pick up the stone bead, a rich and strange power emanated from it.
Item: Evil Core
Level: None
Effect: To absorb incense and transform it into evil spirit, you need a fixed anchor, or the corresponding god position, to absorb the corresponding incense.
Introduction: The complete birth of any number of evil spirits is accompanied by the emergence of a strange rule and magical power. This trick gave birth to the power of thousands of gods and images, but due to the end of the law, the core strength was almost completely dissipated, leaving only a little strength.
This bead can be divided into 129,600 beads, and can also be combined at any time.
It can be used as a weapon refining material, suitable for the forging of Shinto magic weapons of any shape. The finished magic weapon also retains this characteristic.
Looking at the bead with twinkling eyes, Wang Zijia was astonished as he took out the sixty-six inexplicable beads that he had obtained before, and actually all of them were merged in silently.
It turned into an ordinary stone bead.
"Is this the reason why the sect's records say that every mature number of sins is both a great danger and an amazing opportunity?"
"In vain, I thought it was about the artificial breeding situation in the Hundred Demons Realm! The Emotional Secret Master itself is also a mobile giant!"
Looking at the stone bead in his hand, Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed as he tried to absorb the remaining evil spirit in it.
"Value +270,000!"
Daoxing: three hundred years (2.63 million/10 million)
As a large amount of strange energy was extracted, the gray-brown, rock-like stone beads gradually turned gray.
After realizing that the stone beads were extracted due to the contamination of the strange air, and the quality continued to deteriorate, and it seemed that they would break if they continued to be taken away, Wang Zijia decisively stopped the continued extraction.
Although this thing seems to be a complete waste at present, Wang Zijia feels that it still has research value.
For Wang Zijia, he felt that it was very suitable for the idea that he had always wanted to do but couldn't!
Turning his hand to put it away, Mo Yunzi waited patiently.
After seeing Wang Zijia come to his senses, he immediately bowed and said: "This disciple is ignorant and reckless, and almost caused a disaster. I hope my uncle will punish me!"
"Even if you don't recite the Immortality Card, this battle is probably inevitable." Wang Zijia shook his head, looked at Mo Yunzi and said:
"On the contrary, if you hadn't read it out before and triggered its rules similar to 'asking for silence' in advance, and let it fail to reproduce me in advance, it might be even more troublesome."
(End of chapter)
