"Boom!"

A huge explosion occurred at the moment of the collision of spears and spears, and the air wave turned upside down.

And the stone statue that looked like a mirror image of Wang Zijia did not wait for the explosion to disperse, but directly resisted the strength and turned into a streamer and rushed towards Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia didn't continue to retreat, frowning, a broken spear in his hand condensed out, and fought with the other party who rushed with the gun.

As soon as he made contact, Wang Zijia's brows furrowed.

The other party not only looks like him, but even his strength and moves are similar to him!

It's like a mirror battle, but it's not a replica.

One person and one sculpture for a time, it is difficult to distinguish between the fights.

Wang Zijia frowned, his heart moved, and the five ghost talismans emerged, turning into five fairy children.

But before the five fairy children could play, Wang Zijia's pupils contracted slightly, and five identical stone fairies also rushed out of the gray sculpture body, and they were entangled with the five ghosts.

And with the entanglement with Wang Zijia, the evolution of this strange thing, which had originally stopped, actually resumed its evolution, and the gray sculpture figure continued to improve, becoming more and more realistic, more and more like Wang Zijia himself.

Although Wang Zijia has made a lot of knowledge reserves in Wanyu, the knowledge of the Trick Domain is generally something that can only be accessed by the Divine Monarch, so his understanding of this aspect is very insufficient.

So I didn't know what kind of trick this was for a while, and I couldn't immediately think of a solution.

But he knew that he couldn't blindly come up with new tricks anymore.

Otherwise, if you really let the other party completely copy his methods, maybe you will really have to stage the real and fake Monkey King, and when the time comes, it will be a real headache.

Everything is a long story, in fact, it has only been a few breaths since Mo Yunzi spoke out until now.

Mo Yunzi, who followed Wang Zijia to dodge together, looked at the scene of the sudden struggle, and was stunned for a moment.

Without choosing to continue looking, the paper figure next to him appeared, and a fishing drum like a bamboo tube in his hand was held by him.

"Knock knock······ Ang Chirp ······"

Sanskrit accompanied the paper donkey spitting water, attacking straight towards the gray sculpture.

"Bump!"

The inextricable gray sculpture that was entangled with Wang Zijia didn't even light up the shield, and was directly hit by Mo Yunzi's attack.

The place where the gray sculpture was hit, as if spurting blood, fell out a lot of fragments of the lacquer statue, and the strange thing was that there was no scar on the gray sculpture's body.

When Wang Zijia and Mo Yunzi saw this, their eyes lit up together.

One is all the way up, and the other is mixed from the last days for hundreds of years to the present.

There is no need for any language or eye contact, and the two of them, who are very experienced in actual combat, directly began to cooperate.

Wang Zijia kept holding back the other party and fighting with the other party to the death.

Mo Yunzi rode a water donkey, wandering around, giving the gray sculpture two blows from time to time.

After each hit, the opponent will drop some fragments of the idol, but no injuries will be left.

This went on for a quarter of an hour, and the ground was covered with fragments of the idols, but the gray sculptures showed no injuries.

The two were not anxious at all, and cooperated steadily.

Because from the debris on the ground, both of them probably guessed where the disappeared idols had gone in the various Taoist temples in front of them.

Especially after a fragment of a skull-like idol falls out of the opponent's body!

If you guessed correctly, the battle with Wang Zijia was not a sculpture at all, but an aggregate of most of the sculptures in the entire Taoist temple.

There are thousands of people······ The meaning of a thousand gods and a thousand statues, it is estimated that it is also because of this, plus after absorbing the incense belonging to Wang Zijia, when he can fight with Wang Zijia, he can evolve Wang Zijia's ability to the statue of Wang Zijia.

After having such a guess, the two of them were not in a hurry, although there were many empty Taoist temples on the various mountains before, they definitely couldn't withstand the overhaul of the two real people.

Such a tacit cooperation of the tugging battle lasted for another quarter of an hour or so.

The gray sculpture that was fighting with Wang Zijia suddenly turned its head to look at Mo Yunzi who was constantly sneaking up while fighting with Wang Zijia.

Immediately after the fluctuations of his body, an old Taoist sculpture similar to Mo Yunzi rushed out of its body and rushed directly towards Mo Yunzi.

"Humph!"

Wang Zijia instantly snorted coldly, and took this opportunity to directly summon the Blood Jade Book.

On the cover of the book, Wang Zijia is smiling weirdly, holding a golden scale, and there are two weights on the left and right sides of the scale.

The gray sculpture immediately turned back to the book.

A book-shaped stone also emerges from its shoulder.

But I don't know if I didn't see it in time just now, or because the cover of the book has three red copper weights, I can't copy the book, and the freshly formed stone book suddenly exploded into a thick mist, pouring back into the gray sculpture body.

Such an anomaly made the gray sculpture's combat movements appear obvious for a moment.

The body that had been attacked by Mo Yunzi for more than a quarter of an hour without any wounds even had some slight cracks.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

At the same time, without the slightest hesitation, the two pages in front of him collapsed, and first a lava fireball emerged, piled up directly against his face.

At the same time, a shield lit up on his body.

Because he didn't cast his own spell, he used the seal from the book.

The gray sculpture was unable to reproduce the new ability this time, and could only throw dozens of spears and collide with lava fireballs.

"Boom!"

The moment the stone spear collided with a ball-sized lava fireball, it exploded directly.

This is not an ordinary fireball, but a fireball sealed in the book by Wang Zijia using the sealing spell.

For the sake of power, Wang Zijia is instilled to the limit. Although it is not as strong as the rune treasure attack comparable to the baby god, the spells in every book are almost the ultimate combat power of Wang Zijia at the current stage!

The huge close-range explosion directly blew up Wang Zijia, who had not retreated far away. The energy shield on the surface of the body quickly crystallized, but fortunately, it was finally carried down and not broken.

He rolled several times in the toss, and after half-kneeling to the ground, he ploughed out the boss on the ground.

The gray sculpture is much more exaggerated, because there is no means of defense, the moment it is affected by the close-range explosion, the body is constantly broken at the same time as it is blown out, and one by one the statue sculptures continue to fall out of the body.

Like a goddess scattering flowers, all kinds of pieces fell to the ground.

But it doesn't have the slightest thing.

But whether the image is strong or not depends on whether it can be fully copied and flexible.

And since Wang Zijia broke the deadlock, its result has been predestined.

Wang Zijia didn't wait for his body to stop, and in the process of retreating and sliding, three more pages flew out of the jade book beside him, two with pictures of stabs on the ground, and one with pictures of spears and spears.

"Bumper!"

Under the action of Wang Zijia's right hand clenching his fist, the three pages exploded together.

At this moment, there was an extremely strong pull from the gray sculpture's feet, and while it was fixed in place, countless spears suddenly appeared from all directions under the body, on the top of the head, on the chest, and on the back.

Like a ball of thorns with long spines inside, lightning bolts stabbed towards the gray idol within.

"Click, click!"

Around the stabbed gray sculpture, fragments of various idols once again fell out, and before it could change its tricks.

"Boom!"

Wang Zijia in the distance suddenly snorted.

"Boom!"

All the spears around the gray sculpture suddenly flashed and exploded violently.

Countless crystal fragments, a salvo towards the sculpture. And after hitting the opponent's body, only shooting out a bunch of fragments, failing to shoot into the sculpture's body, the crystal fragments immediately exploded twice.

"Boom!"

This time, hundreds of explosions were superimposed, and the movement was simply deafening, accompanied by a strong wave of qi, constantly spreading across the silent battlefield.

Even Wang Zijia, who was blown away, was almost blown off again.

After the explosion, the gray sculpture was silent.

Wang Zijia waved his hand, and a spiritual wind blew, and the smoke and dust dissipated.

At the center of the explosion, in a crater, a gray sculpture with cracks all over the body appeared in front of Wang Zijia's eyes.

After the sculpture saw Wang Zijia, he subconsciously wanted to rush again.

"Click!"

As soon as it moved, more cracks appeared on its body.

After only two or three steps, his whole body was completely covered with cracks, and his movements were stiff and stagnant for a moment.

"Whoa!"

didn't wait for Wang Zijia to shoot again, with a soft sound.

The gray sculpture shattered.

In an instant, his body was like a cornucopia, spewing out countless fragments of the idol, and in the blink of an eye, it was piled up into a mountain of debris of the idol, at least to the extent of thousands.

There was a lot of bosses, and Wang Zijia had to quickly retreat a distance to avoid being buried by the idol.

On the other side, the sculpture that was inseparable from Mo Yunzi was shattered almost at the same time.

The movement was not as big as Wang Zijia's, and only dozens of broken stone statues swelled out.

Countless mutilated lacquer statues, hands, feet, and heads, rolled down, looking at Wang Zijia with strange eyes, the divine light flickered, and it was indescribably treacherous.

"Value +3245!"

As soon as the cold breath rose, it was exchanged by Wang Zijia.

All the pieces of the body trembled, as if they wanted to be reunited.

With those heads, looking at Wang Zijia's treacherous gaze continued to dim, it did not pollute half of Wang Zijia. The rifts on their bodies continue to grow.

"Bumper!"

After a few breaths, fragments of the idol began to shatter twice, as if a chain reaction had begun.

Thousands of swelling idols were shattered, their hands and feet shattered, their heads shattered, and the huge idol pile collapsed by two-thirds of its size due to the smaller pieces.

When all the movement stopped, there was only a large pile of paint and rubble left on the battlefield just now.

The largest is no bigger than a thumb.

Although there is a little remnant of a strange aura, there is no strange activity.

Mo Yunzi was stunned for a moment, looked at the gravel mountain in front of him, and said, "Is this a treachery?" Really······ Weird! ”

"What kind of sin is this? It's just a disability that has been crippled by the end of the Dharma for a long time. Wang Zijia shook his head and said:

"According to the records of the sect, any one of the few evils that succeeds in mutation has the power to destroy a realm."

"Once it erupts in the subordinate world, it will either be destroyed or calamitized. Even the infant god may be in and out, and he may not even see the master and get lost in it. ”

Mo Yunzi's expression was slightly abrupt when he heard this, and at the same time, he also realized that the pill that Wang Zijia gave to everyone before was definitely not an idle thing.

Even if I have tried my best to think about the elixir in a strong way, it is still not enough.

At this time, the five fairy children who broke away from the battle did not need Wang Zijia's orders, and a ghost mist filled their bodies.

Pulled by strange fluctuations, a hill-like god like gravel, like a whole mountain, was carried by the five ghosts and thrown outside the battle circle.

The rudimentary stone temple in the center was re-exposed.

Wang Zijia first came to the crater where the original gray sculpture burst, where a stone bead the size of a pigeon's egg lay quietly in the center of the crater.

The moment he reached out and picked up the stone bead, a rich treacherous power emanated from it.

Item: Evil Core

Grade: None

Effect: Absorb incense and transform it into strange energy, which requires a fixed anchor, or the corresponding god position, to absorb the corresponding incense.

Introduction: The complete birth of any number of evils is accompanied by the appearance of a strange rule and supernatural power. This trick gave birth to the power of a thousand gods, but due to the end of the law, the core power was almost dissipated, and only a little power remained.

This bead can be divided into 129,600 beads, and can also be combined at any time.

It can be used as a refining material, suitable for the forging of Shinto magic weapons of any shape, and the forged magic weapons also retain this characteristic.

Looking at this bead with a glint in his eyes, Wang Zijia was stunned to get out the sixty-six beads that he had obtained before, and they were all quietly fused into it.

It turned into an ordinary stone bead.

"Is this what the sect records say, every ripe number of sin is a great danger, but also an amazing opportunity?"

"In vain, I thought I was talking about the artificial breeding situation of the Hundred Demon Domain! The Emotional Trickster is also a moving treasure in his own right! ”

Looking at the stone bead in his hand, Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed, and at the same time he tried to absorb the remnants of the strange qi in it.

"Value +270,000!"

Taoism: 300 years (2.63 million/10 million)

As a large amount of strange qi was extracted, the gray-brown, rock-like stone beads gradually turned gray.

After perceiving that the stone beads were extracted with the pollution of the strange qi, and the texture continued to deteriorate, and it seemed that they would be broken if they were taken again, Wang Zijia decisively stopped the continuous extraction.

Although this thing looks like a crippled waste at present, Wang Zijia feels that it still has research value.

For it, Wang Zijia felt that it was very suitable for the idea that he had always wanted to do but couldn't!

Flipping his hand and putting it away, Mo Yunzi has been waiting honestly on the side.

After seeing Wang Zijia come back to his senses, he immediately saluted and said: "The disciple is ignorant, reckless, and almost caused a big disaster, and I hope that Uncle Shi will punish him!" ”

"Even if you don't recite the immortal card, this battle is inevitable." Wang Zijia shook his head, looked at Mo Yunzi and said:

"On the contrary, if you hadn't pronounced it before, it might be even more troublesome if you triggered its rules similar to 'begging for a mouth' in advance, and let it fail to reproduce me in advance."

(End of chapter)