Then he frowned and looked at the broken sculptures of the various god positions, and it was just a matter of Chinese appearing.

Now that even the Eight Immortals have come out, what does this Qinglian Sword Sect, or the Divine Macro Realm, have to do with the previous life?

"Ancestor, ······ this?" Mo Yunzi, who was in doubt, looked at Wang Zijia, who was frowning and contemplative, and asked carefully.

Wang Zijia came back to his senses slightly, and the moment he saw Mo Yunzi, he was stunned again.

I finally remembered where the sense of déjà vu that broke through before came from.

Fishing drum Sanskrit, fairy Weng view, riding a donkey upside down, isn't this Zhang Guolao?

So this is the inheritance of Zhang Guolao?

Wang Zijia's thoughts flickered, and he didn't reply to Mo Yunzi, and his heart moved.

······

At the foot of the mountain, Tetra Pak, who was organizing his disciples to clear the payment, was slightly stunned, and a heart talisman appeared in front of him.

Wang Zijia's figure emerged, and just as he was about to speak, he sensed the situation around Tetra Pak.

"Huh? Fierce fighting below? ”

"Ancestor, just now, those weird clay statues all came to life and began to attack the surrounding disciples."

"Fortunately, most of them are not strong, the disciples are fighting with them, and there are no major problems at present, but the ancestor has something to order?" Tetra Pak replied immediately.

Wang Zijia frowned slightly when he heard this, and said, "Just let the disciples clean up the surrounding mountain sculptures, and don't enter any Taoist temples and temples." ”

"Follow the Patriarch's Decree!" Tetra Pak replied immediately.

Wang Zijia immediately turned off the Fu Zhao communication, looked at Mo Yunzi and Ling Yan Lan, and finally looked at Ling Yan Lan and said, "You go down there to preside over the situation!" ”

"Receive the decree!" Lingyan Lan, who was in the shape of a bird, immediately took the order to leave, without half a minute of delay.

Wang Zijia checked the ruins hall, and after nothing else was gained, he said to Mo Yunzi beside him: "Let's go, let's continue to meet this place!" ”

"Yes!" After Mo Yunzi replied respectfully, he still followed behind Wang Zijia honestly.

The two of them left the main hall, went down from the back mountain, and walked towards the inner part of the mountains.

Looking down the mountain, you can see that all kinds of treacherous clay sculptures in the mountains have come to life, like stone people, moving slowly towards the large square in front.

There are also many people who come to Wang Zijia and the others.

When the two of them walked forward quickly, Wang Zijia raised his hand and made a move, and a spear appeared, and the moment it flew out, it split directly and turned into crystal fragments in the sky, like a rain of crystals, covering the boss.

"Ang chirp······ Ang Chirp ······"

Mo Yunzi beside him also swam around the paper donkey, and between the chirpings, a huge donkey made of water rushed forward.

But before it could rush there, it was stunned to find that the small mountain had been emptied by the crystal rain turned by Wang Zijia's spear.

"Value +3945!"

The value of thousands has increased, but Wang Zijia has not been relieved.

Without it, the trickery of this realm seems to be too weak.

Except for the ubiquitous and quietly deceitful curse, which is still passable, I'm really sorry for the forbidden area.

Of course, if there is no means to deal with the curse of trickery, it will be a different situation.

With a flickering thought, he quickly ran down the mountain and looked at the more than sixty incense sticks in the center of the heavenly dome, one of which penetrated the mountainside on the left.

According to the experience just now, it is guessed that there is a high probability that there is a remnant of a serious god statue.

Without much hesitation, he hurried towards the mountain.

Fifty or sixty mini-spears floated around him, and after running for a while, he was about to shoot one, emptying a large area, and slowly gathering towards the sculpture that gathered towards him.

Mo Yunzi also found a trick, when the tricks were scarce, he quickly scavenged, or helped Wang Zijia clean up the leaking trash fish.

In this way, the two of them ran quickly in the mountains, and when they encountered the Taoist temple along the way, they would go in to take a look.

Without exception, almost all empty.

After a while, the two came to another temple, and before they could get close, the two of them made a move.

At the entrance of the main hall, a statue of a god covered in paint, with a face full of cracks, one leg, and broken to the extreme, stood quietly, as if waiting for them.

The idol seemed to be unable to get out of the temple, standing at the door, staring at them with stone eyes, looking a little treacherous.

The two of them who were watched by the statue of the god felt a sense of coldness all over their bodies, as if a yin ghost had penetrated into their bodies, cold and stiff, and their limbs lost control.

"Go!"

A spear the size of chopsticks flew out beside Wang Zijia, and in the process of moving forward, it quickly became larger, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a crystal red spear that was two years long.

The statue glared at the spear, and the spear's flight froze directly.

"Bump!"

But as soon as the spear stopped flying, it immediately exploded, and with the blessing of the huge impact, countless crystal fragments hit the idol, and the idol had no means of defense, and directly followed in the footsteps of the previous one.

Wang Zijia picked up an identical bead monster in the rubble pile again.

Wisps of treacherous mist emanated, pouring into Wang Zijia's body, constantly eroding Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia ignored these and turned over his hand to put it away again.

Entering the main hall, it is another temple hall.

However, from the previous form of pilgrim reception, it has changed to the form of a shrine, and it seems that it is no longer external, but internal, for disciples to worship.

After a long search, nothing was found except for a few pieces of rubble.

Frowning, he walked out of the main hall again, and there were many sculptures gathered around him.

Mo Yunzi controlled more than a dozen water donkeys at the door, rampage through them, and constantly kicked and shattered one clay sculpture god fetus after another.

After Wang Zijia came out, he threw out a spear again, and the crystal rain fell, emptying a large area.

Looking up at the incense thread in the sky, he went straight down the mountain towards another peak.

"Let's not go to the top of the mountain, Patriarch?" Mo Yunzi was stunned for a moment, and asked as he followed.

"I guess there's nothing to be gained by going up, and when I finish cleaning up these weird things, let the disciples search on a large scale!" Wang Zijia said as he looked at the dozens of incense threads in the sky, scattered among hundreds of mountains.

It was not the first time that Mo Yunzi had seen Wang Zijia look up and observe, he also looked at the sky with his eyes flashing, except for the gray and treacherous sky, he didn't see anything.

In this way, under the leadership of Wang Zijia, the two continued to go deeper into the mountains.

As we go deeper, there are fewer and fewer sculptures of clay gods along the way, and the surroundings become more and more empty.

In the various Taoist buildings, there is nothing, empty.

There are some hills, and the whole building on the hill is empty. Because of this, it became more and more dead and silent, and the silence made people panic.

But the further in, Wang Zijia found that the statue with the bead was more and more complete, and the previous idol could not be completely solved by his attack, and it needed to be made up.

When the two of them came to the innermost part of the mountains, they saw no tall mountains, only the ruins of the battlefield.

There are rocks and crags, and all kinds of magic potholes are everywhere.

It was as if there had been an earth-shattering battle here, and the main peaks of the core were all affected by the battle, completely shattered, and disappeared.

I don't know how many years have passed, but there is not a single plant growing on the ruined battlefield, and there is a dead silence around it.

The treacherous fog is a little thick here, a sense of desolation, and treacherousness pervades.

Wang Zijia frowned slightly, and said, "There used to be two huge god statues here? ”

"According to the records, yes, some time ago, you could see a somewhat broken one, but now it suddenly disappeared." Mo Yunzi also frowned and looked at the entire barren ruins.

Wang Zijia looked up at the sky, the sixty-seven incense sources scattered from the sky dome had already been disposed of by Wang Zijia, and in the misty ruins, there was also the largest incense.

After a little hesitation, Wang Zijia stepped into the ruins.

Seeing this, Mo Yunzi immediately followed.

With Wang Zijia and the two stepping in, it seems to have driven the flow of treacherous fog.

As the mist swirled, phantoms continued to emerge and dissipate, and then immediately reappeared.

Such a change made the two subconsciously stop their movements again and look at the phantom.

In the mist, Wang Zijia and Mo Yunzi seemed to see an earth-shattering battle taking place here.

However, everything seems too blurry, like a completely virtual projection that is extremely incomplete, and you can only see some traces of the battle, and you can feel the earth-shattering battle from it, but you can't see many specific things.

After watching it for a while, he didn't get any useful information, Wang Zijia didn't linger anymore, and walked directly towards the ruins.

As he moved forward, Wang Zijia found that the mist became thicker and thicker, and gradually, it reached the point where he could not see his fingers.

The two stepped into it, swirling with a treacherous mist.

Their bodies seemed to be magnetic, allowing the mist to gather and continue to flow towards the two of them.

"+45 Value!"

"+34 Value!"

“······”

It's a pity not to mention the prince's goodness, it's Mo Yunzi on the side, because of the reason why the skin paper people in the chaotic sea are exchanged from time to time.

This kind of obviously difficult to defend against, extremely weird tricks, not only did not affect them at all, but like a rich aura, constantly improving the cultivation of the two of them.

It's not that the means of this treacherous realm are not strong, on the contrary, with the concentration of the treacherous fog and the degree of difficulty, it is estimated that the idle baby god will not dare to set foot easily.

And the current upper limit of the power of this realm, at the top of the middle stage of the Tianzhen Realm, is completely invincible.

If it weren't for the persecution like Wang Zijia, there would really be almost no solution.

After feeling the benefits of the rich treacherous mist, Wang Zijia not only did not resist, but also deliberately slowed down the pace of progress, and took the initiative to accept the treacherous mist.

"+237 Value!"

"Value +876!"

“······”

The mist transformed into the incense was like an extremely pure spiritual mist, which was inhaled into Wang Zijia's body in one go.

Seeing this, Mo Yunzi hesitated for a moment, but still didn't follow along.

After all, he came by taking pills, and he wasn't sure if Immortal Venerable's pills could support him in refining like this.

Besides, if you grab something with Xianzun, you don't dare to give him ten dares!

"Value +190,000!"

Daoxing: 300 years (2.23 million/10 million)

Wang Zijia is like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring the treacherous mist, and in a moment it is worth hundreds of thousands.

I don't know if it was because I found that there was nothing to do with Wang Zijia, or if his crazy devouring triggered some mechanism, the thick fog suddenly fluctuated, as if there was life, and converged towards the center.

After a few breaths, the extremely thick and eerie fog around them disappeared without a trace.

Only then did Wang Zijia and the others realize that they seemed to have come to the core of the ruins battlefield at this moment.

There is a rocky flat land of hundreds of square meters, and a single temple made of stones stands in it.

The two glanced at each other and walked cautiously.

The temple is very simple, like an enlarged land temple, covering an area of no more than a few square meters, two or three meters high.

On the heavenly dome, the power of a rich incense rushed straight down and submerged into the temple.

The temple was facing away from Wang Zijia and them, and the two surrounded the temple and turned inside, in the direction of the temple gate.

Turning to the front, the two found that the temple made of stone had no door, and they could clearly see that there was a tall sculpture of a person and an immortal tablet inside.

The sculpture is very simple, like a mason who has not cultivated at home, and he has made a standing mud tire out of some clay indiscriminately.

After the two approached the temple, through the door, Mo Yunzi subconsciously read out the shrine enshrined on it.

"The ······ of the Immortal Venerable Forehead ······"

Before he could finish speaking, he stopped talking in astonishment.

But to his horror, even if he didn't finish reading, the rough mud tire quickly had details.

With a handsome face, a smile, and a robe, he is the image of Wang Zijia.

And Wang Zijia beside him quickly lost his color and began to petrify from under his feet.

However, the anomaly was only at the beginning, and it quickly subsided.

"Value +130,000!"

Daoxing: 300 years (2.36 million/10 million)

Mo Yunzi's pupils contracted violently, and he closed his mouth violently, obviously realizing that he had almost made a big mistake.

With the failure of Wang Zijia's petrification, the changes in the rough sculptures in the temple also stopped.

However, the general changes have been completed, and it looks like an art student in the previous life, according to Wang Zijia, carved a stone statue, which is almost detailed and colored.

"Click!"

As the sculpture's changes stopped, its gray stone eyes opened.

Even with a pair of gray stone pupils, Wang Zijia still felt the scrutinizing gaze.

Obviously, this ghost thing is the trickster of the treacherous domain.

It seems that because of the absorption of the Crossing Immortal Venerable, that is, the incense that should have belonged to Wang Zijia, an unknown change has occurred.

Fortunately, he came ahead of schedule, otherwise he would have dragged this strange thing out of the mountain, and maybe the real or fake Monkey King would have been staged!

"Bump!"

Without waiting for Wang Zijia to think more, after the statue in the temple opened its eyes, it locked Wang Zijia for the first time, and rushed towards Wang Zijia directly.

The body of the rock does not affect its speed at all.

Wang Zijia flickered, opened a distance of dozens of meters, and the chopstick-like spears around his body condensed out.

As he stood still, spears flew out and charged at the statue. During the flight, it quickly grew larger, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a crystal red broken spear with a pole and two lengths.

Something magical happened, and almost the same gray stone spear appeared around the gray sculpture that was rushing towards Wang Zijia, and collided with the spear thrown by Wang Zijia.

"Boom!"

(End of chapter)