The old white man and the Taoist priest were okay, but the beautiful middle-aged woman Ding Ning felt like she had seen them before, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them before, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Unexpectedly, the beautiful middle-aged woman seemed to notice something, and glanced at Ding Ning's position, intentionally or unintentionally. Ding Ning's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly put away her gaze. She was secretly shocked. This woman had such a keen intuition.

The middle-aged beautiful woman clearly felt that someone was peeping, but there was no one there. She frowned slightly, with a look of confusion on her face, and then a look of sadness appeared on her face. She shook her head gently and stopped thinking about it.

Attention is once again focused on the statue.

Ding Ning did not dare to look any further, so he put away the mask of the Black Masked Man, quietly appeared when no one was paying attention, and blended into the crowd to observe the mystery of the statue.

The statue was carved from the same gray-white stone as the one on the ground, and the carving style was as rough as ever. For him, a master of the Heavenly Sword, this carving was simply terrible, as crude as it was.

But when he saw the seemingly natural lines on the statue's big feet that looked like animal claws, his heart couldn't help but be shocked, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

The Annihilation Talisman is actually an Annihilation Talisman that has been enlarged an unknown number of times!

No, no, this is not the Talisman of Annihilation, but a Talisman of Taichu that is five points similar to the Talisman of Annihilation.

Ding Ning quickly realized something was wrong, and forcibly restrained his mind. His face returned to calm, but he couldn't help but have many doubts in his mind. Where is this place, and why are there lines that are similar to the Talisman of Annihilation?

This pattern is not that pattern. What others see is the pattern left by the rough and crude carving, but what he sees is the pattern naturally formed by the stone itself.

The mysterious bluestone and the artificially carved human-like statues all have this naturally formed pattern. What is the connection between them? Is it accidental or inevitable?

How was this pattern formed? Why was it carved into a statue and appeared here?

Ding Ning was confused and a little sad at the same time. He was sure that the natural patterns on the statue were not the Talisman of Annihilation, but another Talisman of the Beginning with unpredictable power.

It's a pity that the person who carved the statue didn't know what he was doing. He treated the stone with the Talisman of Taichu as an ordinary stone, carved it into statues, and used his crude carving skills to inscribe an unknown name on it.

The rune pattern turned the good Taichu divine rune into a residual rune.

What a waste of natural resources! What a waste of natural resources!

Ding Ning was inexplicably sad and angry. The perfect Divine Pattern of the First Beginning was destroyed and only half of it was left incomplete. How could he not bleed in his heart?

Even the residual lines deeply attracted Ding Ning's attention, and he quickly immersed himself in it. He made subconscious gestures with his hands, constantly copying the residual lines, trying to deduce the incomplete parts.

But the Divine Marks of Taichu contain the most magical power in the world and are part of the original true solution. How can they be deduced so easily? Ding Ning frowned and entered a state of selflessness, making unconscious gestures over and over again.

With.

Wrong, still wrong!

Ding Ning tried again and again, but was unable to get in, and failed again and again.

He was so immersed in the copying state that he didn't realize that there was no one around the statue at this moment. The people who had been studying the statue were all far away, staring at him with envy, envy and hatred.

Because his unconscious gestures actually aroused a certain resonance with the statue. As he moved his fingers in the air, the entire statue shone with wisps of blue lightning, as if there was a sleeping thunder god hidden in the statue.

, to wake up at any time and break through the wall.

However, as each of his gestures ended, the lightning on the statue would dissipate and return to silence. It was not until his next gesture that the thunder began to shine again... and then stopped again... and became dense again...

It feels like a flood is gathering momentum to hit a dam, and is about to burst out into the ocean at any time, but every time it is just a little less powerful, the flood is never able to completely break through the shaky dam, leaving people hanging on.

My heart is always on my mind, restless and unsteady.

As Ding Ning made gestures again and again and gave up at the last moment, the atmosphere in the square gradually began to become depressing, filled with a sense of forced oppression as a storm was about to come.

The heavy and oppressive atmosphere made everyone begin to feel an invisible sense of oppression. People with advanced cultivation levels were better off and could still suppress them forcibly, but those with slightly lower cultivation levels felt as if their chests were oppressed as if there was a heavy weight on them.

The mountains of irritability and depression with nowhere to vent made them want to kill, vent, and release. Their eyes began to become bloodshot rapidly, filled with the bloody desire for violence and killing.

"Ah...kill, I'm going to kill you!"

The first man to be subjected to such extreme oppression finally suffered a nervous breakdown. With red eyes, he drew out the sword from his waist and slashed at the white man standing aside.

"ah!"

The man who was still struggling to suppress his violent impulse was unable to take precautions. He only had time to let out a scream before he was beheaded with a sword.

The scarlet blood seemed to activate the suppressed desire to kill in everyone's hearts. As the first person to take action was punched in the head by an equally crazy man on the side, the blood was mixed with the white brains, and a whole story was revealed.

A feast of killing.

In addition to Tian Xuanzi, the woman dressed as an ordinary mercenary, the middle-aged beautiful woman, the Taoist priest, and the old white man who quickly retreated with a slap to Pimul who was breathing heavily and with bloodshot eyes.

, the people in the entire square fell into madness, their eyes were red and they were breathing heavily. Even when they faced their former companions, they killed them without mercy as if they were sworn enemies.

There is no fighting plan, no brilliant martial arts, and no even defense. These people are like the most primitive beasts, using weapons, fists, feet, knees and even teeth to kill imaginary enemies one after another.

The shouts of killing shook the sky, and as the living lives turned into limbs and fragments, the blood continued to spread crazily in the square, seeping into the blue-gray stones on the ground, and continuously converging towards the statue through the veins.

Tian Xuanzi's eyes showed sadness, and he tightly protected the unconscious Pimul, his eyes wandering around the chaotic battlefield. In any case, Jiang Wuhui and the other three were members of the Holy Sect. They could die, but

You can't die under his eyes.

However, the battle of thousands of people was too chaotic, and the consciousness here was strongly suppressed. For a while, he was unable to find any trace of Jiang Wuhui and the others.

What he didn't know was that, apart from the few of them who still retained their sanity, there was also a young lama who was not affected at all. He quietly walked on the edge of the battlefield, his eyes flashing, watching with fear as he was immersed in the inscriptions.

Ding Ning in Runes.

The old white man looked expressionless and watched this scene happen indifferently; the female mercenary and the middle-aged beautiful woman stared at Ding Ning, who had no idea about all this and was still gesticulating; the Taoist priest had bright eyes.

His eyes showed compassion, he lowered his head and proclaimed to the Infinite Heavenly Lord, but he had no intention of stopping him.

The Vajra King has red eyes and a bright golden light all over his body. He is extremely eye-catching as he fights in and out of the crowd. With every punch he throws out, someone's head must be shattered like a rotten watermelon. In such a melee, his super defense is undoubtedly

It is the greatest guarantee for his survival.

Also standing out is Rachel, who is unrevealing. Although this girl looked harmless before and had injuries on her legs, she now moves her hands without any ambiguity and her movements are fast.

Like thunder and lightning, she mercilessly killed everyone in sight. Even if she lost her mind, her natural fighting instinct still allowed her to thrive in the melee.

In addition to them, there are three people who are the most eye-catching. One of them is a dark and thin monk from Tianzhu. This person's yoga has been practiced to an incredible level, and his body's toughness has reached an inhuman level. His whole person is like a

Rubber man, sometimes balled up into a ball

It hits other people like a cannonball and breaks their bones and tendons; sometimes like a python, it turns its body into a soft rope that tightly wraps around the enemy, strangling them to death; sometimes it turns into an endless spear, using its head to fight for the enemy.

The tip of the spear forced a straight line of blood...

The other one is a young man with a tall and straight body, a resolute face, and simple clothes. If he raises the steel knife in his hand, someone will be cut into two pieces. He is like a god of death walking out of hell. His sword skills are so exquisite that they are natural. The entire battlefield

He was the most relaxed, harvesting lives one after another like a leisurely stroll. If he hadn't been so confused that he had really lost his mind, people who didn't know would have thought he was practicing sword skills.

There was another person who was a young monk with fine features and good looks, who looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. His smart eyes showed a look of compassion, and he kept mumbling words in his mouth. He kept walking among the battle group. Wherever he passed, people were turning their backs on their backs, but he

No one died, they were all stunned by the energy he radiated. On the battlefield, he was probably the only one besides Zhu Gu who did not lose his mind.

There are also a few ruthless characters among the mercenaries, but compared to the five of them, they are nothing to mention. At this moment, they are also red-blooded. Everyone is injured, and death is only a matter of time.

Tian Xuanzi did not find Jiang Wuhui and the others, but accidentally found the young monk. He couldn't help showing admiration, and murmured in a low voice: "As expected of the little guy from Tianyin Temple, this Zhanyi Shibatuo has actually practiced

It has reached such a superb state.”

In a corner far away from the battlefield, under a transparent umbrella, Jiang Wuhui hugged Yan Tong and Lu Zhu who were knocked unconscious by his surprise. His eyes were bloodshot and his breathing gradually became heavier. Even though he was focused on swordsmanship and willpower

Like iron, but under this terrifying pressure and bloody stimulation, I still lost my mind. I had to bite the tip of my tongue and let the pain keep the spiritual platform clear, struggling to contend with the desire to kill deep in my heart.

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"This magic pattern is really scary!"

The old white man suddenly whispered to himself.

The Taoist priest nodded imperceptibly in agreement.

The oil-painted woman dressed as a female mercenary had a thoughtful look in her eyes and made no statement.

But the beautiful middle-aged woman blinked and said without looking back: "I am only interested in the person who can activate the magic eagle."

"Indeed, those who can understand the magic pattern so quickly and inspire the way to become a demon are truly amazing and talented people."

The old white man said with deep feeling, a look of greed flashed in his eyes.

Tian Xuanzi frowned slightly. He felt that these people seemed to know something, but he knew nothing, which made him feel very unhappy.

"How about joining forces this time?"

The old white man suddenly looked at the mercenary woman and asked.

"The gods have always liked to eat alone, when did they learn to join forces?"
Chapter completed!