The picture in the square was so strange that all the stars who came out of the passage were stunned. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The terrifying Eidolon statue is jet black, and the base of the statue is also jet black, and the two seem to merge into one. The square outside the pedestal is paved with white rocks, and the whole valley is black and white.

The nine people sitting on the pedestal are also like stone sculptures, sitting solemnly, only their mouths are constantly moving, as if they are reverently chanting some scriptures.

Yun Jing and the others couldn't hear what they were chanting, but they felt that as they chanted, the sky above the valley became more and more gloomy, as if the night was about to fall, and the wind in the valley was gusting, making everyone feel terrified.

"What are they doing?" Sun Erhu asked a little nervously.

"No matter what, we must destroy them immediately!"

Hua Wushuang, who had just rushed over, said in a cold voice.

As soon as the words fell, his bronze bell had already taken off, forming a huge copper cover in the air, falling towards the strange statue, looking at the frame, it seemed to cover the nine people together with the statue.

At this moment, the nine heads of the Night Spirit statue suddenly moved, and then the mouths on the nine faces suddenly opened, and the nine people under the statue had wisps of white gas above their heads, floating towards the strange mouths.

From a distance, it seems that these nine heads are opening their mouths to absorb the essence of the nine people under the statue.

And Yanagi Huifeng and the other nine people immediately withered and grew old, first seeing their hair turn from black to white, and the wrinkles on their faces increased, and then, one by one, their bodies shrank, and when the bronze bell fell, they had become lifeless skeletons.

What are they doing here? Why is it so creepy?

When Yun Jing, Sun Erhu, Xiao Yilang and the others muttered in their hearts, Hua Wushuang's bronze bell had already fallen with a bang, covering the statue and the nine people who had turned into skeletons.

At this moment, the sky suddenly went black, as if night had suddenly fallen, even darker than night, and the whole valley suddenly fell silent.

Silent night, silent black, that's the real night!

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Masao Guiya got up and walked along the mountain stream, towards the lofty mountains and mountains, and the rapid flow of the rapids.

There is a mouth pool, and from there the clear water overflows.

This is the scholar's domain, and the scholar's realm is really bookish and full of poetry.

Although he didn't read a lot of books, he wasn't a sad reader, he was a sword saint, so he didn't care about the artistic conception of those ink paintings.

Sword Master, naturally everything is for the sword, and the sword is everything to him, including reading.

He knows that in this field, the will of the scholar represents everything, and in order to get out of this field, he must understand the will of the scholar, read the principles of the scholar, and obey the rules of the scholar.

But once he obeys the rules of the scholar, even if he walks out of this field, is he still him? Is he still the sword master who is admired by hundreds of millions of people?

Going out for the sake of going out, that's not his Guigu Masao's Dao heart.

The sword is not for obedience, but for killing and fighting.

God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, that is the sword.

He walked slowly to the waterhole.

The waterhole is clear, colorless and transparent, without his blue pool.

He drew his sword, the one barely seen before, stuck at the exit of the waterhole.

It was a swarthy sword, as black as the silent night, but the name of the sword was 'Remnant Sun'.

The scholar may most want to see his sword, so let him take a good look.

Looking at the 'Remnant Sun' sword trembling slightly in the pool water, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He sat cross-legged on the rocks by the pool, thinking of nothing, for it was his idea to insert the sword.

You have your rules, I have my ideas, and even though you keep me in your rules, I still think what I think, so what?

You can ban me for a while, can you really ban me for a lifetime?

The moment he first entered the realm, he had panicked, but that panic was only because of the sudden disappearance of his ability, only because of the confusion of the unknown, which only represented his reverence for the power of Jueyuan, but it did not represent his submission.

He calmed down a little and regained his self-confidence.

He believed that this powerful cultivator with his own domain, even if he mastered the rules of heaven and earth and controlled the aura of heaven and earth, he would never have thought that the sword saint of the Shinto Sword Sect could have another kind of power.

Another kind of power he can have comes from the human world.

This human power is called faith!

The power he can rely on is the belief of hundreds of millions of people in the Dongying Continent in the Night Spirit.

This kind of pious belief produces a magical power called telekinesis, which is a power that is completely different from the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

The borrowing of this power was the greatest secret of his Shinto Sword Sect for thousands of years, and only the Sword Saints of the past generations could master this method.

Using this method, he can not only have telekinesis, but even use telekinesis as a bridge to attract the possession of the night spirits and obtain even more terrifying night spirit divine powers.

This is the fundamental reason why the Shinto Sword Sect reveres the belief in the Night Spirit in the Dongying Continent.

However, this method has never been used by him, and no one in the world knows about the existence of this method except for him and his eldest disciple Yanagi Kefu. Therefore, he believed that the scholars of the Jueyuan Realm did not know.

Since the scholar doesn't know, how can his realm control his reference to 'telekinesis'?

So, he didn't have to think about it, he just had to wait.

He just had to wait for his disciples to activate his 'mental power' under the leadership of Yanagi Huifeng. He was confident that as long as he sensed telekinesis, he could completely break through the realm and go out of the mountain.

So he sat upright on the rock, and let the cold and heat alternate, and the flowers bloomed and fell.

The leaves on the mountain have turned red, the ice and snow in the pool have melted many times, his clothes have begun to rot, his hair has begun to turn gray, and his sitting posture has begun to slump.

The years are merciless, and no one can resist the power of time.

He couldn't resist either, so he grew old, but his heart was like a sword stuck in a pool, unwavering.

He knew that this was the time rule of a scholar, and he had spent a hundred years in the scholarly realm, perhaps only an hour outside the realm.

Use time to kill, so gentle, so chic, he is so envious!

His garments, which had been decayed by time, were torn by the wind and floated down the stream.

His gaze on the stream began to cloud, the cold wind blew, he kept coughing, and maybe the next moment, he would die of old age like a mortal.

But he was not afraid, he was not discouraged, for his sword was still as dark as night.

When a snowflake drifted silently into the stream, he glanced at it with a cloudy eye, but the stream was clear.

When a peach blossom rippled in the stream, his eyes could no longer tell whether it was a red flower or a white flower.

When a few fish in the stream suddenly turned white and died in the stream, he was a little sad.

But he suddenly noticed that there was an ink-like black in the stream.

He rubbed his eyes, and finally saw that it was indeed a wisp of black, and that the wisp of black came from the sword.

He finally smiled knowingly, looking at the swarthy and shiny sword.

The stream grew darker and darker, and the water that flowed beside the sword was like ink.

He shifted his gaze to the pool.

Qingtan reflects the sky, the sky is dark, and there is a remnant sun, like blood.

He could no longer stand up, so he could only crawl to the edge of the sword, and the shallow water choked him to death.

But his hand finally grasped the hilt of the sword, and at that moment his eyes lit up, his gray hair turned jet black, and he stood up lightly.

"Choking", the moment he pulled out his sword, the sword actually made a sword sound from the stream.

As a result, the clear pool was like glass shattered, and the fish in the pool were cut into pieces, and blood surged.

When his sword pointed to the sky, the bloody remnant sun fell on the sword, and the dark sword suddenly turned a dark red.

And he disappeared into the crimson sword.

A dark red sword burst into the sky, and the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked.