Amidst the constant roaring, I felt like the earth was shaking, and the whole world became upside down and disorderly, turning into chaos.
I held the tender little hands of Xiaoyao and Duoduo tightly with both hands. However, after all the perceptions seemed to recede like a tide, only a piece of light remained in the world, and the light that transformed from the shrine spiritual tablet filled the whole world.
Everything about me is poured into my entire consciousness.
What happens when a balloon is continuously filled with gas?
The answer is self-evident. The balloon will explode the moment it exceeds the critical value and shatter into pieces. My spirit and will cannot withstand such a terrifying impact. At a certain moment, my whole person seems to be turned into pieces, and I will never be able to survive again.
They couldn't be pieced together. At this moment, my last consciousness still didn't give up, and I tried my best to condense the most powerful bottle seal in the nine-character mantra: "Zen!"
My heart is Zen, and everything is in harmony. This is the most mysterious of the nine-character mantra, and the realm that best fits the principles of heaven. Taoism calls it Tao, Buddhism calls it Zen, and other schools of thought call it Saint. It seems to be my whole body.
Once the resonance and cry of the heart were released, they immediately turned into the trembling of the soul. In this high-frequency vibration, the white light that filled my world finally disappeared and turned into a mass of darkness.
At one point, in my self-awareness, I felt as if I had died, but soon everything came back to life, and the control over my body and will gradually returned to my consciousness. About the same time,
At that moment, I finally took control of my head, endured all kinds of pain, and tried to open my eyes.
This process was extremely painful, but I finally carried it through forcefully. When I entered, I saw a glorious and majestic palace. This palace seemed to be above the void and deep underground, surrounded by everything.
It was chaotic, as if I was in a dream, but the solid blue brick floor under my feet reminded me that everything was so real.
When I completely controlled my body, I turned around and looked around. I saw the huge stone tripod, stone tools, towering ancient altar, round and thick stone pillars, and the ancient and simple reliefs attached to them.
Everything felt so familiar, and in the next second I suddenly thought, isn't all of this the style of Yelang Temple?
Thinking of this, the power returned to my body like a source. I subconsciously radiated the Qi field induction and found that the limited space was filled with a desolate and distant atmosphere. As for the life, there was no trace of it at all.
I even feel that I am not alive at all - am I just consciously trapped in some kind of magic circle, and my body has not been brought here? Thinking of this, my heart suddenly jumped, and finally I remembered
Xiaoyao and Duoduo, as well as my parents who were hung on the beam, couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rushing to the top of their heads, shouting and yelling: "Holy shit, who are you? Come out when you have the guts?"
This sacrificial hall seemed vast and boundless, but when I shouted out the words, there were echoes, long and far away, one after another, filling the entire space in an instant, and I could tell that the sound seemed to be similar to
The sound I made when I rushed into the backyard was almost the same, like many people speaking at the same time, echoing endlessly.
In such a strange environment, I tried my best to calm down quickly, looked around, and finally locked my eyes on the altar not far in front of me.
The altar was different from all the altars I had ever seen. It seemed to be several times wider. Looking up from the bottom, it looked like a small square. There, I felt a very scary place.
However, there was order in the chaos, and the gates of life and death intertwined, but it was the only hope. I was thinking about the safety of my parents and the little demon, Duoduo, so I didn't dare to stay where I was. Instead, I took a quick step and directly "kick, kick"
, Kicked up and rushed up to the high platform.
On the altar, when I walked up the last step, the road behind me was cut off. The whole world suddenly shrank a lot. The huge stone cauldron, stone pillars and other objects in the previous sacrificial hall disappeared again, turning into nothingness and darkness.
In the chaos, where the gaze and Qi field were detected, only the entire altar remained.
However, at this moment, I couldn't care about what was happening behind me, because my eyes were already attracted by the nineteen human figures standing in a circle on the altar. It was a stone statue with the size of a human, and it was more than two meters high at its feet.
The style of the stone platform is as generous and simple as that of the Yelang Dynasty. With just a few cuts and carvings, the figures of the characters are carved out with great precision. Some are fat, some are thin, some are tall, some are short, and the clothes are
They are also different. There are various types in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.
I looked at it in a hurry, and I always felt that the stone statues seemed to contain life, and not all of the nineteen stone statues here were completely carved. At least one of them had a head that was still a big stone and had no face at all.
The project seems to be unfinished.
There are many objects on the altar, including stone cauldrons, stone cauldrons, lamp candlesticks, and rows and rows of sacrificial objects. However, my attention was completely attracted by these stone statues. I saw them with different expressions and some crying.
Some are laughing, some are angry, some are laughing, some are empty-handed or holding a magic weapon, all of them appear so vivid and lifelike.
My breathing began to become a little heavier. Looking at these faces that seemed strange and familiar at the same time, the doubts in my heart became more and more serious. And just when I felt a little collapsed, I suddenly heard
There was a crisp crackling sound.
As the previous echo gradually weakened until it disappeared, the space was extremely quiet. I could even hear my own breathing and heartbeat, so this crack seemed so harsh. I subconsciously turned my head to look back, only to
I saw the stone statue sitting first on my left, high on the stone platform, suddenly cracked like a spider web, and then billowing black gas came out from inside.
I subconsciously took a few steps back and saw that except for this stone statue, nothing else was moving. So I took courage and shouted loudly: "Who are you? What are you going to do?" No one answered me.
question, and at the same time, after the stone statue cracked, a slightly short black figure broke out from inside.
This man was holding a strange-shaped weapon one foot and three feet long, with a fist attached to the handle, like a pumpkin.
This is a pickaxe, one of the eighteen kinds of weapons. It originated in the Zhou and Qin Dynasties. It cannot be used by any general who is not a brave general. In modern times, there are very few people who practice it, just because the ancient method has been lost. He broke out from the stone statue,
I raised my head and screamed, and the whole space roared and buzzed. I felt that the blood and energy in my whole body were turbulent, and all the hairs on my hair stood up. When I saw the person, I was no longer afraid, and just said hello loudly: "Hey,
Senior, where is this?"
My shout attracted the man's attention. He turned his head and looked at me. I looked into his eyes and saw that he had a malnourished and thin face with a weird long beard, which looked very strange.
His majesty, and this is not the point, his eyes are simply not human. They are filled with red light, full of violence, coldness and death-like silence, which made me panic for a while.
And the next second, the man actually raised the long pickaxe in his hand high, then his body shape changed, and he roared towards me.
This person was not very agile, but he was born with the aura of opening and closing the battlefield. He came suddenly, and the long pickaxe in his hand came down with an unparalleled power. I retreated several times.
He stepped forward until he felt it was inevitable. His hands suddenly tightened and he subconsciously waved his hand to block it, only to see a big sword collide with the long pickaxe.
The opponent was extremely ferocious, but how could I be the weak one? So both sides took several steps back and distanced themselves.
My strength is not inferior to this person, but he took advantage of the long pickaxe and knocked me back many steps, but I looked at the long sword in my hand in surprise, and my mind suddenly became confused - this ghost
Didn't I put the sword in the van? Why did it suddenly appear in my hand again?
However, the other party didn't allow me to think about it at all. He turned the long pickaxe in his hand and continued to attack me fiercely.
This pickaxe has a long pole and is not used in many ways, and it does not overlap with the methods of swords, guns, swords and axes. The man changed the methods according to the situation without deliberately organizing them. However, no matter how he danced, he did not feel that it was loose and disorderly.
The hand changes position, especially the magic of its deified agility. This pickaxe has no sharp edge, and is good at fierce attacks. It has no implicit meaning and is not a flaw at all. It is the most powerful existence in the battlefield. On the ancient battlefield
Its status is like that of today's tanks.
His momentum was overwhelming, but I did not take advantage of his sharp edge. Instead, I kept dodging, shuttling among more than a dozen stone statues. The man didn't care, and went on a rampage. The pumpkin sledgehammer on the top cracked many stone statues, but fortunately they did not collapse.
Come down.
After a short period of testing, I have a general understanding of this person's strength. He is a rather brave warrior who is good at strength, has a broad range and terrifying power.
However, that's all. When I activate the ghost sword and fight with it endlessly, every time I use subtleties, I can always take advantage of him and make a few wounds.
After gaining the upper hand, I tried to communicate with him, but he refused to let me go. He looked like he was determined to kill me, which made me make up my mind. I wiped off the sweat, then pinched the sword technique with my left hand and pointed forward.
, the sword in the stone suddenly went forward and penetrated this person's heart. As this thin body collapsed, I sat down on the ground and gasped for breath.
However, before I could take a second breath, the sound of cracking rocks suddenly sounded in my ears again.