But the face of this statue is very fine and lifelike, and it is exactly the same as Xiao Ling's, without the slightest difference.

Xiao Ling raised his head and stared at the statue in the air, for some reason, an inexplicable sadness and desolation arose in his heart.

It seemed to him that it suddenly understood that it was this statue that had been calling him from the shadows.

"Why...... Why this feeling of sadness...... This statue ...... Who is ......?"

Li Zhibao muttered: "The statue's hands are knotted with the demonic seal of the Buddha's family, which represents the meaning of suppression, can it be ...... It was this statue that suppressed the countless weapons and mummies below, and if this was the legendary undead legion that would appear at the end of the Fifth Age and destroy humanity, then this statue ...... It is tantamount to suppressing this undead legion. ”

"Lao Li, what you said is very right, if it is really like what you said, then this statue ...... It's terrifying, it is his own strength that suppresses the entire undead army. Zhou Kesheng's face was solemn.

"Xiao Ling, why are you crying?" Yu Tingting suddenly exclaimed.

Xiao Ling was awakened, he felt that his face was cold, and he realized that it was tears, and he was crying inexplicably.

Hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, Xiao Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the doubts in his heart became more and more intense.

First the mysterious man who looked exactly like himself, and now this statue has appeared, more like suppressing these countless mummies.

Xiao Ling opened his eyes and took a closer look at the statue from afar, and suddenly found that there were countless tiny cracks on the surface of the statue.

"If this statue really suppressed the undead legion, then the cracks on the surface of this statue represent this statue...... It's almost overwhelmed, or is that why it's calling me? ”

Xiao Ling thought about it, and felt a lot of doubts in his heart, this legendary axis of the earth, the Shambala cave seemed to hide countless secrets, but he couldn't guess it.

Everyone didn't dare to climb on top of this mountain of corpses with mummies and weapons to take a closer look at the statue, Xiao Ling could only observe from a distance, walking around the mountain of corpses, looking at the statue carefully, and when he went around the back of the statue, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart and stopped suddenly.

He saw a huge hook peeking out of the statue's back.

This is like a huge fishing, half of it is trapped in the statue, and the other half is revealed, with this hook as the center, the back of the statue is like a spider's web with a large number of cracks, unlike those tiny cracks in front of the statue, the crack in the back of this statue is very large, looking at Xiao Ling's eyes, it feels like it can be completely broken at any time.

"It looks like the hook has ruined the statue...... Could it be that this statue summoned me in the hope that I could help it remove the hook from its body? ”

Xiao Ling came up with this idea inexplicably.

Zhou Kesheng looked at the statue, the expression on his face was even more complicated, and he muttered, "Fish hook...... Fish hook ...... "The Legend of the Feather King" once recorded an angler, and the fish hook was mentioned...... Is this statue ......?"

He seemed to suddenly think of something, his face was shocked, and then he turned his head sharply and looked at Xiao Ling.

Suddenly realized that at some point, Xiao Ling actually headed towards the corpse mountain, stepping on the pile of mummies, and climbing upward.

Sun Tao was startled, and wanted to stop it, thinking that if these mummies were really the legendary undead legions, Xiao Ling would be in trouble if he woke them up.

However, Sun Tao was just about to stop it, but was blocked by Zhou Kesheng.

He understood that Xiao Ling must have a deep meaning in doing this.

Jiang Leitian was afraid that Xiao Ling would lose, so he had to follow, but he was also stopped by Zhou Kesheng.

"Don't bother him, he must have his intentions in doing this."

Zhou Kesheng's eyes were firm, he believed in Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling himself didn't understand why he was so impulsive, and suddenly went to climb this corpse mountain, but he had a strong thought in his heart, that is, this statue was suffering and could be destroyed at any time, and the undead army suppressed below would wake up and end the Fifth Age.

He seemed to be able to empathize, even the back was like a burning pain, like the giant fishhook was hooking into his body.

He was going to pull out the hook and help the statue to relieve its pain.

Xiao Ling's body was agile, and he followed the mummy and the piled up of weapons, and soon climbed in front of the statue.

Getting closer, Xiao Ling found that this statue was exactly the same as himself, and he couldn't see the slightest difference.

He seemed to be able to feel the pain of the statue.

He walked up behind the statue, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the revealed hook.

Grabbing the hook, Xiao Ling suddenly felt a slight burning pain in his palm.

With all his strength, he grabbed the hook, which immediately vibrated slightly, and was slowly pulled out by him.

Almost at the same moment, a terrible warning suddenly rose in his heart, as if a great calamity had befallen him, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a white line suddenly appear above the dark sky.

It was a silk thread that glowed with a faint white light, and a huge hook that also emitted a faint white light was tied to the silk thread, and it suddenly broke through the sky and descended, as if someone was fishing, and threw down the hook.

The hook that emitted a faint white light came so quickly, and it reached the top of Xiao Ling's head in an instant, like Xiao Ling was the target of the angler this time.

If the hook in the statue is just a dead thing, then the fish fishing that suddenly appeared in front of him is a real living thing, and now this weird and terrifying scene suddenly appears, and no one screams from the crowd of onlookers under the corpse mountain.

This was so abnormal, Xiao Ling understood that there was only one explanation for this, that is, these people couldn't see the silk threads and fish hooks that suddenly appeared with a faint white light.

Xiao Ling instinctively wanted to dodge and retreated sharply, but the hook came too fast and passed through his body in an instant.

Suddenly, Xiao Ling felt a great pain in his head, as if his soul was torn apart by something and was about to leave his body.

The pain and horror that happened at this moment was unimaginable, and he desperately wanted to scream, but he couldn't make any sound.

Almost at this moment, above the sky, it suddenly seemed to shatter, and something broke through the sky and descended, but it was the big hand that was as white as paper.

The long-lost miserable white hand reappeared at this moment.

This big hand descended, fell suddenly, and grabbed the silk thread in the void with one hand, and the silk thread broke in an instant.

Xiao Ling suddenly felt that his soul seemed to return to its place, the original pain and terror disappeared again, and the white glowing fish that had just passed through him was falling to the side.

He opened his eyes wide in horror, and found that above the void, the space seemed to be in a shattered and shattered space, and there were fish hooks with silk threads, which entangled the big white hand, and the two sides were like above the sky, and launched a unimaginable battle.