"How? What way!" Leng Yan female instructor asked hurriedly.
With the guidance from the spiritual realm copy just now, she no longer despises Yuanshi Tianzun and regards him as a true teammate, a teammate who can express her opinions on important decisions.
No longer an auxiliary.
"Do you have a way to take me out?" The determination in the Fire Saint's eyes suddenly turned into ecstasy. Like most fire masters, his mood changed quickly, and he urged:
"Say it quickly!"
"Speak quickly!" Jiang Jingwei also urged.
The sweet and lovely Huayu Deacon opened his bright eyes and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun expectantly.
"No, I'm not taking you out, I'm just killing the Bronze Man."
Hearing this, the Fire Master Saint said in astonishment:
"How do you brag without changing your face? I have activated the rager skill and haven't even tried it. Not a level 4 saint can deal with that thing."
Houde Zaiwu shook his head slightly, obviously having the same view.
Hua Yu frowned, a little disappointed.
Xia Shuzhilian also felt unreliable, but she was a swordsman. She stared at Yuanshi Tianzun's face and whispered:
"I want to hear your plan."
Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly:
"When I was saving the Fire Saint just now, I noticed that there was the aura of resentful spirits inside the bronze man. Although I don't know the specific method of making it, I think it is not a simple puppet, but is refined from the bewitching demon."
At first, he thought that the bronze sculpture belonged to the category of props because it could perform skills such as bewitchment and dense fog. After death, all skills and spiritual power would be recycled by the spiritual realm.
Based on this inertial thinking, he did not consider that the bronze sculpture might be refined by a bewitching demon.
It wasn't until Zhang Yuanqing noticed the aura of the resentful spirit after a brief contact just now that he realized that ancient immortal sect practice did not rely on character cards.
Then, there is no concept of recycling spiritual power in the spiritual realm. The puppets and corpses refined by ancient practitioners can release active skills.
"So?" The Saint of Fire asked, holding on to his injuries.
"Since it's not a pure prop, I have a way to 'kill' him, but I need a few people to break the bronze sculpture's armor for me." Zhang Yuanqing said.
The magic-busting pestle has the function of destroying demons and can defeat such evil objects.
But the magic pestle has no armor-breaking function. He just noticed that the swordsman's dagger can only cut a thin sword mark, which shows how high the defense of the bronze sculpture is.
Xia Shuzhilian thought for a few seconds and looked at her companions:
"Based on the brief battle just now, although the bronze body gives it invincible defense, it also limits its atomization ability. If we work together, we should be able to break through the defense.
"He is very confident, so let's try it!"
Houde Zaiwu and Huayu nodded. As for the Saint of Fire, because he is a dragster now, he is not qualified to speak.
In this way, the five saints surrounded the Fire Saint and Hua Yu in the center. The latter used the "self-healing" skill and did what a recovery warlock should do with all his heart.
Guan Ya and Xia Shuzhilian held their breaths and stared at the thick fog with burning eyes.
Thick fog can blind everyone's perception and turn prey in the fog blind, but it cannot hide it from a swordsman with insight skills.
Ten seconds later, Guan Ya and Xia Shuzhilian looked to the right at the same time and said:
"there!"
After the words fell, Jiang Jingwei turned to the right, pinched a ball of fire in his palm, and imitated the Saint of Fire and threw the fireball.
"boom!"
The air waves wrapped in the flames raged in all directions, briefly dissipating the dense fog.
More than ten meters away, a bronze man stood holding a sword. It had already reached the vicinity and was preparing to attack everyone.
Hua Yu withdrew her hands that were pressing on the Fire Saint's chest and pushed them to the ground.
The marble floor tiles under the bronze man's feet "clicked" and cracked, and vines as thick as arms broke out of the ground, twisting and spreading, wrapping around the bronze man's wrists, ankles, and legs.
"Pop."
The vines tightened and then broke one by one, and the bronze man possessed terrifying strange powers.
But more vines sprouted out of the ground, one after another.
Deacon "Houde Carrier" took heavy steps and rushed towards the bronze man like a battlefield. His running trajectory cut out a semicircle, went around behind the bronze man, and clasped its shoulders.
The bronze man's struggling strength suddenly weakened.
"Jingwei!"
The mountain god struggled so hard that his face turned red.
"Coming~"
Jiang Jingwei gave a sweet scolding, and his small body was like a torch, bursting into flames, and his fiery red hair spread out, bathing in the fire.
Her breath increased steadily, reaching the limit of level 4.
The next second, Jiang Jingwei shot out like a cannonball. When he approached the bronze man, he swung his right arm back, clenched his show fist, and punched out with his fist filled with flames.
The bronze man's eyes lit up with scarlet, twisted and evil spells.
Boom!
The fist hit the bronze man's chest unswervingly, and the dull and loud impact echoed in the museum. A red fireball exploded on the bronze man's body, and the scorching heat instantly burned a deep red on the chest.
Jiang Jingwei's fist was bloody and bloody, and his finger bones were broken.
She was immune to the bewitchment, and Zhang Yuanqing used the magic pestle to hit his companions beforehand.
"Jingwei, back away!"
Guan Ya raised her hand and grabbed an ancient Han Bafang sword covered with patina from the void.
Zhang Yuanqing recognized this sword as Fu Qingyang's sword. Unexpectedly, after Mr. Qian was promoted to master, he gave his usual magic weapon to his cousin.
Why don't you give some top-notch props to my cousin-in-law? Zhang Yuanqing was envious for a while.
Jiang Jingwei jumped to the side, heard Guan Ya's sprinting sound in his ears, and felt the sharp sword energy approaching rapidly, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his back.
The bronze man was entangled by vines and virtues, making it difficult to dodge. His rough and dull face stared blankly at the running Guan Ya, his bronze eyes lit up with red light, and a twisted spell appeared.
Guanya, who has the passive and purification bonus of "Iron Will", is directly immune to the influence of the bewitchment. Following the inertia of running, she holds her sword straight.
The ancient Han Bafang sword, which contained terrifying sword energy, struck hard at the "hot iron" on the chest that became red and softened.
"Crack!"
Fine cracks suddenly appeared in the bronze man's chest.
Bronze is hard but lacks toughness. When struck by a sword, it does not dent but cracks like a lens.
After a successful blow, Guan Ya immediately sheathed her sword and retreated.
A dreamlike starlight appeared in her original position, and quickly condensed into Zhang Yuanqing holding the Demon-Conquering Pestle. He did not hesitate to chisel the Demon-Conquering Pestle into the crack in the bronze man's chest.
"puff!"
A half-arm-long bronze pestle penetrated the ground, a brilliant golden light burst out, "chichi" green smoke erupted from the bronze man's body, and a shrill scream echoed that only the Night Walker God could hear.
As the golden light dissipated, the bronze man fell straight to the ground, making a loud noise.
Upon seeing this, everyone present, including Zhang Yuanqing, let out a heavy breath.
The Saint of Fire cheered loudly:
"I was really killed. I was actually saved by you, a young man who has just been promoted to a saint. Haha, Yuanshi Tianzun, you are really there. You are indeed a genius. You are different from those who have just been promoted to a saint."
Zhang Yuanqing, the fire master of Changzhizi, is quite cute. He put away the magic pestle: "It's all thanks to everyone."
The expressions of joy on the faces of the cold female instructor and the good girl were not concealed. After hearing the words of the Saint of Fire, Xia Shuzhilian smiled and said:
"Geniuses can achieve outstanding performance at any stage."
In her heart, she silently apologized for the previous slight and completely changed her view of this celebrity.
The obedient and feminine Deacon Huayu looked at Yuanshi Tianzun with increasing curiosity and interest.
The calm and profound "Houde Zaiwu" nodded slightly towards Zhang Yuanqing, and then said:
"The fog will take a while to dissipate, but it can no longer confuse us. Let's go out first. It's time to report the investigation results to the branch."
Jiang Jingwei beside him muttered dissatisfiedly: "The damn Yuanshi Tianzun, you have stolen all my limelight, even though I have made great achievements."
But no one cares about the complaints of a 1.5-meter-tall junior high school student.
Guan Ya squatted next to the bronze man, and through the gap dug by the demon pestle, he saw that the interior was charred and black, exuding a rotten, burnt stench, and it was extremely unpleasant.
Yuanshi's guess was correct, this was a puppet refined by the Mist Lord.
According to the Bronze Man's combat prowess assessment, this Fog Lord was definitely at the level of a god general during his lifetime.
The Immortal Sect that turned him into a puppet was very powerful and definitely had a master-level figure in charge. However, the "demon" in the ancient tomb was sealed rather than killed.
Since it has been sealed, it means that even the powerful Immortal Sect was unable to kill the demon.
What kind of terrifying existence should that person be?
She told everyone her thoughts.
Zhang Yuanqing muttered:
"The methods of ancient practitioners may not be the same as ours. I can't guess what the specific situation is now. Let's go to the ancient tomb to explore together after notifying the elders."
Everyone immediately left the museum and walked outside the fog.
On the way, Zhang Yuanqing approached Guan Ya and whispered:
"Did Fu Qingyang give you that sword? Or did he borrow it from you?"
Guan Ya said: "After being promoted to a saint, that broken gun was useless. I returned it to the family. I didn't want to take their things, lest they clamor for me to get married again. Fu Qingyang saw that I lacked a handy weapon, so he gave it to me
The ancient sword was given to me."
It's good to have a cousin who convinces others with his virtue. Zhang Yuanqing held his soft little hand and said with a smile: "I still like the way you play with a gun, although your mean posture is also very charming."
Guan Ya glanced at him and hummed:
"The spear I was playing with was too long and thick. I was afraid that you would feel inferior, so I changed it to a sword."
If she were in the office, Zhang Yuanqing would grab her little hand and stuff it into her crotch, letting her feel the majesty of the Zhang family's ancestral gun.
A group of people walked out of the heavy fog and saw little green tea jumping happily towards them.
"Brother Yuanshi, come out!"
When the queen in the car saw this, she quickly posted on the forum:
#Jinhui City thick fog incident has been resolved, Yuanshi Tianzun led the team out#
Put down the phone, open the car door, and rush to greet him.
Xia Shuzhilian looked at the subordinates who stayed outside and said in a deep voice:
"Deacon Yunmeng and the team she led died. The team that entered the thick fog last night has not been found. The bronze sculpture has been solved and there will no longer be danger. You quickly organize manpower to find the lost colleagues and contact the Public Security Department.
, let them prepare to send troops to deal with the aftermath."
She arranged the follow-up actions in an orderly manner. After finishing, she looked at the three saints from the Songhai branch and said:
"Go back to the hotel conference room first and wait for the elders there."
Returning to the hotel conference room, Xia Shuzhilian personally called the elder directly under her. In order not to waste time, she focused on the information about the ancient tomb and ended the call in a hurry.
About twenty minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing, who was browsing the forum, saw the carpet in an empty space in the conference room cracking, and then, a figure made of sand "grew" out from the floor.
The mud and sand immediately turned into real flesh and blood, turning into an old middle-aged man wearing mountain climbing clothes and a thin face.
He looks like a middle-aged traveler who likes to climb mountains. His hairline is getting sad. His skin is dark due to constant sun exposure. His temperament is calm and simple, gentle and restrained, without the dignity of an elder at all.
Is this earth escape? Zhang Yuanqing immediately recalled the summary of major professional skills he had seen.
"I've met the elder!"
Zhang Yuanqing and Guan Ya stood up immediately, but found that except for Xia Shuzhilian who stood up to greet them, the other deacons were still sitting where they were.
Xia Shu Zhi Lian said:
"This is Elder Gao Feng, one of the six elders of our Hangzhou branch. Well, it should be said that Jiangnan Province. The spiritual realm ID is 'Challenge Gao'. Haha, Elder Gao Feng has a good temper. He doesn't like messy rules. He prefers
If you can become friends with your colleagues, it would be best if you can go hiking together or treat them to a big meal."
I can see his easy-going temper, but what do you mean by inviting me to a big meal, suggesting that I pay bribes? Zhang Yuanqing, who is good at socializing, immediately relaxed his body and showed a casual attitude, "Elder Gao Feng, sit down, sit down."
But Guan Ya, who was born in the White Tiger Soldiers, still maintains respect for the elders.
——The White Tiger soldiers attach great importance to the hierarchy.
Elder Gao Feng looked at him in surprise and said with a satisfied smile:
"Yuanshi Tianzun? Yes, he is an interesting young man."
He immediately looked at Xia Shuzhilian and sighed:
"I already know about Yunmeng's sacrifice. The branch has lost an outstanding deacon. I am deeply saddened. The organization will not treat her family badly.
"Now is not the time to be sad. I need to know the specific combat power of that bronze sculpture and assess the danger level of the ancient tomb."
Xia Shuzhilian nodded, "The bronze sculpture is made from the body of the Mist Lord, and its combat power is equivalent to the peak level 5."
Hearing this, Elder Gao Feng raised his hand and frowned:
"The Mist Lord who is close to the sixth level, how did you come back with all your tail?"
As a master-level elder, he sensed something was wrong as soon as he heard it. He was in a thick fog and encountered a fog lord of that level. The worst-case scenario would be that half of the deacon members would be lost, and the best-case scenario would be that all of the deacons would return seriously injured.
But the situation in front of me was neither of the two. The deacons were all lively and vigorous, except for the Fire Sage, whose face was slightly pale, as if he had been injured.
Xia Shuzhilian looked at Yuanshi Tianzun and said with a smile:
"Thanks to the genius from our Songhai branch, his props restrained the puppet."
Hearing this, Elder Gao Feng showed a look of surprise and couldn't help but look at Zhang Yuanqing.
He smiled and said: "The Hangcheng branch owes you a favor. I will report it to the headquarters."
After speaking, Elder Gao Feng put away his smile and said in a deep voice:
"Except for the Saint of Fire, everyone else will follow me to the ancient tomb."
Hearing this, Xia Shu's Love, Flower Language and Houde Zaiwu stood up and held each other's hands.
When Zhang Yuanqing and Guan Ya saw this, they imitated each other and held hands with each other.
When everyone formed a long queue, Elder Gao Feng pressed Xia Shuzhilian's shoulder. The next second, Zhang Yuanqing felt that his body "collapsed", like a statue made of yellow sand.
The scenery in the hotel conference room disappeared and was replaced by darkness.
In the darkness, he felt like he was moving at high speed, but there was no light or sound around him and he couldn't feel anything.
Is this Earth Escape? Can you also lead people to Earth Escape? It is convenient after becoming the master, which is equivalent to abandoning transportation. The thoughts in his mind were spinning.
In less than half a minute, he felt his body begin to rise, and then he saw light.
The sun is shining brightly above the head, the sky is blue, and there are no clouds. Surrounded by a wasteland, directly in front is a construction site, with high piles of dirt, and excavators and pickup trucks parked quietly not far away.
Further away, a cordon was set up, with many uniformed security guards standing around, prohibiting civilians from entering.
The good behavior of these security guards showed that there was no danger in the ancient tomb, at least the devil did not come out. Zhang Yuanqing looked back and made a judgment in his heart.
Under the leadership of Elder Gao Feng, they approached the "construction site" and saw a downward soil step in the hole behind the mound, leading to a dark cave.
Going deeper along the earthen steps, at the end is an outer room of nearly 80 square meters.
The stone door of the outer room has been dismantled and it is unknown where it was transported.
Zhang Yuanqing deliberately observed the wall at the Shimen, but did not find the structure of three coupons and three volts. It seems that when the Xianmen built this demon-sealing land, they did not give the demon a decent design.
The outer room was empty, without any furnishings. The original bronze sculpture was excavated and transported here.
The deacons followed Elder Gao Feng, passed through the outer room, and came to a three-meter-high stone door.
This stone door is carved with intricate and exquisite patterns, exuding an indescribable charm.
Elder Gao Feng squinted his eyes for a moment and sighed:
"This is a seal. The use of spiritual skills by ancient practitioners is far superior to those of us. They can always develop various methods according to their own abilities, well, that is, spells!
"And most of us can only use professional skills."
"Then why do we only use professional skills, but the ancients knew so much?" Jiang Jingwei asked as he didn't understand.
"Because they have orthodox traditions!" After explaining, Elder Gao Feng walked to the stone door, raised his hand, and placed his palm against the stone door.
The next moment, the three-meter-high majestic stone gate quickly weathered, mottled, and scattered stones fell. Within ten seconds, the stone gate collapsed suddenly, raising a cloud of dust.
Everyone stepped on the broken stones and entered the main room.
No light can penetrate here, and the main room is dark.
"call!"
Jiang Jingwei consciously raised his hands and created a huge fireball with a diameter of one meter above his head.
The flames burn fiercely, rapidly consuming oxygen and bringing heat and light.
With the brightness emitted by the fireball, everyone could clearly see the scene inside the main tomb. It was a wide semicircular cave, like an upside-down bowl.
In the center of the main room stands a trapezoidal stone platform six to seven meters high, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. There is a sarcophagus on the stone platform, which is covered with talismans.
Under the stone platform, there is a circle of "moat". The water is bright silver, solid, and filled with the metallic smell of sour teeth.
"Mercury?" Zhang Yuanqing stood at the edge of the two-meter-wide moat, sniffed, and discerned the nature of the river water.
Having studied at a prestigious university, he immediately raised questions:
"It shouldn't be. From the Song Dynasty to the present, nearly a thousand years, how come the mercury has not evaporated?"
Jiang Jingwei, who studies at Songhai Prestigious Middle School, asked:
"What is mercury?"
But no one paid any attention to her.
At this time, Xia Shuzhilian keenly observed that there was a stone tablet standing in the darkness on the side, where the firelight could not shine.
"There is a monument over there!" she said.
Everyone immediately stepped over and stopped in front of the stone monument. Jiang Jingwei held up a fireball with a diameter of one meter and came closer. Everyone could smell the smell of their own burning hair.
Elder Gao Feng silently protected his scanty hair.
"Go, go, go!" Zhang Yuanqing spat her aside.
The stone tablet is one meter high. On the far left side are several large characters that resemble the title. Starting from the second row, there are densely packed small characters.
Guan Ya used the firelight to see clearly the inscription on the stone tablet:
"The Chunyang Sect conferred the Demonic Land!"
At this time, Zhang Yuanqing sensed bursts of scalding heat coming from the Demon-Conquering Pestle in the inventory.
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