In the night, these huge and towering sculptures have different forms and postures, and the sword in their hands has different moves, such as stabbing, slashing, and blocking......

When Linfeng saw these sculptures for the first time, he felt a distant and simple atmosphere, as if welcoming Linfeng, a visitor from afar.

These sculptures, which have been here for a long time, seem to have been waiting for someone who really understands them, who really understands their dance.

Each of these sculptures is more than ten feet high, with a focused expression and elegant movements, and the wind is from far and near, slowly approaching these sculptures, and his eyes sweep over this venerable dancer.

Linfeng has a strange feeling that no matter which direction you look at these sculptures, you can meet the gaze of these sculptures head-on, as if you are walking in a crowd and all the eyes of the crowd follow you.

"It's weird, how can I feel like my heart is pounding!"

Linfeng shuddered, his body shrunk, and he muttered in his heart, he must have thought too much, it should be a relationship that has not been rested well recently.

Continuing forward, walking through these sculptures one by one, Lin Feng would stop in front of each sculpture to look closely, take out a sword, and imitate the sword dance in the sculpture's hand.

There are a total of eighty-one sculptures here, which are the number of ninety-nine, ninety-nine to one, and ninety-nine to the truth.

Lin Feng guessed in his heart that the number of these sculptures should not be arbitrary, and Lin Feng saw the last one from the first sculpture at the front.

You can feel the traces and gaps of the passage of time on their bodies, the first sculpture has been severely weathered, and the bun on the top of the head has been flattened by the years, and only a slight bulge can be seen.

The last sculpture has a clear appearance, and through the moonlight, you can see the shallow traces of knife and axe processing on the sculpture's face, and the years have not left too many traces on it.

"It seems that these sculptures were not completed in the same period of time, but should be carved one after another!"

Linfeng whispered to himself, gently stroked with his hand, felt the texture on it, Linfeng bent down to pick up a piece of gravel under the foot of the sculpture, cast a spell and pinched it open, revealing the essence inside, Linfeng opened his eyes and looked closely.

"It's the hardest stone!"

Lishi, also known as the eternal stone, is the hardest stone known at present, and it is a special stone used by various sects in the cultivation world to build mountain gates.

What is eternal, and heaven and earth with longevity is eternal, this is people's evaluation of the stone, but also a recognition of the stone.

Of course, this title is an exaggeration, but it is enough to prove how hard it is to leave the stone.

Under normal circumstances, there is no more than 100,000 years of things carved from stone, and the years cannot erode them at all.

And the degree of weathering of the first sculpture in Linfeng Temple is estimated to be hundreds of thousands of years old, and I am afraid that it will not be able to reach this kind of appearance.

And although the last one can still see the traces of processing clearly, the surface is also round and abnormal, indicating that it has been weathered for many years.

In this way, the comparison between the before and after can easily conclude that there is at least a 100,000-year difference between the first sculpture and the last sculpture.

What a long time this is, just like today's cultivation world, most of the things that happened 100,000 years ago have been lost, and occasionally some of them have been handed down, but they are no longer verifiable, and they have slowly become stories in myths and legends.

Although it can't be verified, it doesn't mean that these things are false legends, just like the Stygian Sword in the Linfeng storage bag, before seeing the real thing, everyone thought it was a legend.

But the moment Linfeng took the Styx Sword in his hand, everything was confirmed, the legend of the Styx Sword was true, it was true, it was true, which meant that the legend of Long Yunzi was also true, in addition to the Styx Sword, there were other eight swords in this world.

Linfeng sighed in his heart the glory of this former sect, standing in the world for hundreds of thousands of years, looking down on all spirits without falling.

However, no matter how brilliant the power is, there will be a day when it weakens, the years are always ruthless, he has witnessed your glory, and finally he can witness your destruction, and the years will not praise you, nor will they feel sorry for you, he is like a rushing river, and will not stay a wave for you.

"Whew!"

Linfeng suddenly rose into the air, floating quietly in the air, looking down at the sculptures below, in the air, the eighty-one sculptures below were in full view.

From the first to the last, although they are all dancing swords, but all the movements of the sculpture can not be coherent, each sculpture is unique, and there is no connection with the front and back, but the whole looks like there is a unique charm in it, as if these movements and moves are one, strange!

Floating in the air, Lin Feng felt a sense of surprise in his heart, but he couldn't explain the origin of this unique feeling when he felt and observed it with his heart.

As Zhu Wen said, these sculptures must have a special meaning when they stand here, otherwise no one wants to waste their efforts.

But what are they trying to tell the public? What does this once glorious sect want to tell future generations, and why are they doing it so obscurely?

Linfeng felt that his head was full of questions, all the questions were not answered, and no one would come to answer them.

These sculptures stand here quietly, quietly watching the monks come and go, watching these monks come and look at themselves with great interest, and finally leave in frustration.

These sculptures are constantly disturbed and forgotten, only the sun, moon and stars are eternally paying attention to them, and the breeze on the top of the mountain is constantly caressing and soothing them. Standby station

It seems to tell them to be patient, the one who understands you is on the way, although the road is long and difficult, but it will come.

"Is it really impossible to crack the mystery?"

Lin Feng said unwillingly, his eyes were almost blind, and his head was about to explode, but except for that weird charm, Lin Feng didn't find anything.

"Boom!"

Linfeng took out a sword, and his body continued to fly in the air, constantly practicing the sword dance moves and body postures of the ninety-nine eighty-one sculptures carved in his mind.

"Whew!"

Lin Feng let out a long breath of turbidity and stopped, these sword moves couldn't be coherent at all, when the first move was used, and then the second move was made, the mana was sluggish and jerky, and it couldn't be smoothly continued at all.

"I think you must be playing tricks on us monks of later generations to make fun of us!"

Lin Feng said in his heart, what is this, he is simply looking for hardships, not only did he not get any valuable insights, but he made himself hurt and injured.

That's right! Linfeng was injured again, because of practicing the sword moves in the hands of these sculptures, he injured himself under the collision of mana, and now it is an old injury that has not healed, and a new injury has been added.

Linfeng had to stop, floated in the air and adjusted his internal breath, Linfeng put the sword into the storage bag, flew and landed on top of the head of a sculpture, sat down cross-legged, and began to exercise and heal.

"Goo-goo!"

"Goo-goo!"

This is the cry of the night owl, wandering through the lonely and silent back mountain cliff, as if in dialogue with these sculptures, but these sculptures just stand here quietly, without giving a response.

"Huh!"

Lin Feng exhaled heavily, his face was much more relaxed, and he opened his eyes to look at the empty cliff of the back mountain.

After more than an hour of luck, Lin Feng finally completely eliminated the damage caused by the sword practice just now.

"You can't be so impulsive in the future, you dare to follow the blind practice if you don't know anything, and sooner or later you will kill yourself!"

Lin Feng opened his mouth and cursed to himself, got up and floated lightly to the ground, wandering around the group of dancing sword sculptures with his hands behind his back.

Today's night is still good, there are no clouds in the sky, and the semi-circular moonlight can be sprinkled on the earth without any scruples.

There were stars twinkling in the sky, and Lin Feng was now at the foot of the sculptures, gazing at the night sky, and found that in this direction, he could see a group of stars in the sky that seemed to correspond to these sculptures.

Lin Feng's eyes looked intently, and he silently counted eighty-one stars in his heart, exactly eighty-one stars, and the arrangement of the stars seemed to be somewhat similar to the position of these sculptures.

But after a careful comparison, I found that it was not necessarily the case, some positions were not right, but most of the positions were still correct.

Is there really some connection between these stars and these eighty-one sculptures? Or are these sculptures arranged according to those stars?

It seems that he is really not a person who is destined, these sculptures have nothing to do with him, and Linfeng can't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart.

Maybe these sculptures are really waiting for something, Kendo! Kendo! I am not very talented in kendo, and the two comprehensions of sword intent were forced out under the pressure of life and death, maybe I really want to find a kendo genius to come over, Jian Wusheng is very good, I must bring him here to take a look, if he doesn't come, I will tie him up! Linfeng made a decision in his heart.

Linfeng walked to the periphery, held his chin in his hand and looked at it for a while, a little unwilling, and his eyes couldn't help but turn.

"Forget it, come back and watch it again in a few days, there will definitely be some differences between watching it during the day and watching it at night!"

Linfeng thought to himself, then turned and left, walked towards the mountain road, and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Goo-goo!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Not long after Lin Feng left, the night owls standing in the treetops screamed and fluttered their wings as if they were frightened, and flew quickly towards the night sky.

On the big tree where the night owls were standing, a pair of crimson eyes appeared, silently watching the direction of Linfeng's departure, and after a while, these crimson eyes disappeared into the trees.

It was already late when Lin Feng returned to his room, and he estimated the time, and it was almost dawn in more than an hour.

Linfeng had no idea of sleeping again, sat cross-legged on the bed, and soon settled down.