"It turns out that being able to kill as much as you like is such a pleasant thing. When Ling Yun held the spear obliquely, he couldn't help but sigh when the blood on the tip of the spear dripped to the ground drop by drop.

With a slight sigh, his steps continued to walk forward, and as he continued to kill the mysterious mouse, he could already feel the changes in his body.

He believed that if he continued to kill like this, then his cultivation could improve very quickly, and he could already imagine the scene of his cultivation being promoted to the Great Perfection of Foundation Building.

Walking forward step by step, one creature after another died miserably under Ling Yun's spear.

Ling Yun didn't have the slightest sympathy for these creatures, and he found that as he approached with a spear in hand, the aura of killing these strange rats emanated around him, and these rats would automatically attack him.

For the creatures that attack him, he will only take them out faster and more ruthlessly.

Twenty, thirty, fifty, hundred......

The smell of killing spread in the air, the smell of blood spread in the air, and Ling Yun had already killed a full two hundred strange rat creatures as he walked forward step by step.

In the process of killing, sometimes there are twenty or thirty rats in groups attacking Ling Yun, but he doesn't care, these lives are in his hands, just the end of death.

In the end, although his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, his heart was extremely excited, because he felt that the foundation building was already complete, and it was no longer far away.

But to his regret, these strange creatures also seemed to have a certain IQ, and in the end, no matter where he went, many of these creatures would hide after a few squeals and not attack him at all.

Of course, once in a while, a mysterious mouse in a stupid hat or two jumped out to attack him, but the mouse died immediately under the spear in his hand.

"It's still a little close, it's still a little bit close, you can reach the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, how did this mysterious rat not come out at this critical moment?" Ling Yun held the spear obliquely, and the whole person frowned dissatisfiedly.

It's fine that he doesn't speak, and there will be one or two strange rats coming out, but when he speaks, these rats don't come out.

In this way, Ling Yun had to walk towards the front in silence, and the road became much quieter, he wanted to see where he would go if he continued to walk forward.

Although he was a little disappointed that no strange mouse came out, he was still a little curious about the unknown world ahead.

Along the way, it became quiet, except for the strange trees around it, and nothing else.

The current Ling Yun was completely accustomed to the frightened faces of these big trees, and also used to their branches asking for help.

In the dark, the feeling of a person walking silently towards the front is lonely, and there is some fear in the loneliness, but fortunately, the white light emitted by the mark on Ling Yun's forehead illuminates the surroundings very brightly.

Along the way, he didn't know how long he had walked, and he didn't deliberately calculate, finally, the scene in front of him finally changed, no longer specifically the big trees, but there were new changes.

In front of me, an altar the size of a hundred zhang began to appear.

The altar is very wide, and on the whole platform, there are many black statues carved, these statues have dragons, people, ghosts, gods, demons, Buddhas, etc., whether they are people, dragons, ghosts, gods, the expressions on the faces are different.

I don't know why, when Ling Yun looked at the sculpture in the ring, his heart trembled, and there was an inexplicable horror, which made his heart full of unspeakable fear.

Even when a person is afraid, there is a reason, or something is too ugly to make people afraid, or something is cruel and makes people afraid, but at this time, Ling Yun can't find a specific reason for fear.

Could it be because the statues of ghosts and demons were too ugly to make people feel frightened? Ling Yun didn't think so? Instead, he felt that it was the statue of that person that was afraid.

There are hundreds of statues of people, each with a different expression, some have distorted faces, some people hide knives in their smiles, some people only have one eye, and some people although the corners of their mouths are bitter, but in those eyes, there is an evil sneer.

There are even sculptures of some people, and their mouths are wide open, and in his mouth, blood is dripping with the head of another person.

There are even some sculptures that are loaded in the stomach of the human being with another person, and that other person is being digested.

Many of the sculptures of people are cruel in action, cruel in smiles, and even more cruel in their treacherous eyes.

After seeing the sculpture of this person, Ling Yun took two steps back, directly ignoring the sculptures of gods, dragons, ghosts, and demons.

After taking two steps back, Ling Yun quickly stabilized his figure, and he walked up to the altar step by step, and then continued to look at the sculptures.

No matter how terrifying the sculpture is, Ling Yun understands that he has to face it, even if it is useless to be afraid, no matter how afraid he is, when he sees too much, he will definitely not be afraid.

So, even if he was afraid, when he looked at these sculptures, his eyes were calm, especially when he looked at the humanoid sculptures, those eyes did not blink in the slightest.

In this way, as he walked, he looked at the sculptures, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the center of the altar.

In the center of the altar is a large square stone platform, which appears pitch black, revealing a quaint taste in the pitch black.

There was no fear in his heart now, but a kind of curiosity.

On this platform, Ling Yun didn't feel anything, but it was a right hand mark on this platform, which aroused his curiosity.

"What is this right hand print for, is it?" Ling Yun thought about it, and then looked towards his right hand, at this moment, his pupils constricted, and he suddenly found that the palm print on this platform was actually the same size as his.

The palm print of the same size can be said to be a coincidence, this is nothing strange, in this world, it is estimated that the palm of the same size is also more, but Ling Yun was surprised not by this, but by the fact that he found that the lines in the palm mark on this platform were exactly the same as those on his right hand.

"How is that possible? what's going on?" Ling Yun couldn't help but speak, he wanted someone to answer him, but it was just quiet around him, no one spoke.

Creepy, even if Ling Yun was able to cultivate at this time, he felt that he was still so small in this space