At this moment, the group of monks who were still talking, whether they were not clear about the journey of the day or the group from the Western Wilderness tribes... were all silent.
They looked at the dust scattered in the sky ahead, and their eyes became shocked after a brief moment of stagnation.
The huge stone statue that stood in front of them... was destroyed like this?!
Is this true?
Who is that monk who punches? Why does it look so easy!?
Is this test not difficult, or is it because the monk is too strong?
"Look at you, how embarrassing you are still bargaining there, and then see how Han Daoyu did it? Just do it, but don't talk. Compared to you, he is more suitable to be a son of god." Lin Batian said to Zhou with a sarcastic look on his face.
"Swoosh!"
Then, Lin Batian flew forward.
As for Han Miaoyi, she had already followed Fang Yu.
Now, all the monks present came to their senses and set off one after another.
Who is the monk who punches? They don’t need to care whether they are strong or not.
Anyway, there are no obstacles in front, so hurry up, otherwise it will be troublesome if it recovers later!
"Swoosh swish swish..."
The monks of the Western Wilderness no longer argued with Yu Uncle and flew forward quickly.
The day was still in place without knowing it, looking at the smoke and dust in front of him, frowned.
Beside him, Luo Yang had the same look and gritted his teeth.
The group of later Western Wilderness monks didn't know the strength of the stone statue, but they knew it very well!
Especially Luo Yang!
He tried it twice and had a clear understanding of the predictive ability of this stone statue and the terrifying power contained in each strike.
In his opinion, this stone statue is definitely at a difficult level as a test.
He was also thinking about what kind of immortal weapon or magic to use to avoid the blocking of the stone statue... Unexpectedly, Han Daoyu didn't say a word and easily shattered the stone statue with one punch.
This made him feel like a weak cock before!
"You don't know Senior Brother, you don't have to be so surprised. Maybe the body of this stone statue is very fragile? Han Daoyu just found the trick to pass, which does not mean how powerful he is!" Zero said dissatisfiedly.
Zhou Uncle glanced at Ling, then looked at Luo Yang, and said in a deep voice: "Don't think about these things, let's go ahead."
After saying that, he flew forward first.
Luo Yang and Ling followed.
...
After shattering the stone statue, heading forward all the way, the surrounding scenes gradually became wider.
Looking forward, you can see the mountains and stone buildings one after another.
Looking at it from the naked eye, you can clearly feel that these buildings are extremely dilapidated, and they have already existed for many years.
"The buildings in the Taichu period are different from those now, all of which look like a bulge." Lin Batian, who was flying not far away, said to himself.
Fang Yu didn't care much about these buildings.
Because he saw a mountain in the distance, a colorful beam of light was ejecting.
It was like a volcano erupting, but the beam of light emitted by this mountain was even more dazzling and rushed straight into the sky.
In the world of immortal cultivation, this situation is called...the treasure light soars into the sky.
Generally speaking, only when peerless treasures are born will such strange phenomena in the world be triggered.
"I'll encounter a peerless treasure so soon." Lin Batian also found this beam of light and rushed towards the mountain.
Fang Yu, Han Miaoyi, as well as many monks following behind, were also attracted by the beam of light and went there one after another.
As we approached, we can clearly see that a large number of monks had gathered under this high mountain.
The monks all raised their heads and looked at the beams of light sprayed in the sky, their eyes and faces were full of fanaticism.
This level of treasure light can basically be confirmed... There are very precious treasures inside this mountain!
However, the outer layer of the mountain is still covered with an invisible wall that cannot be entered.
Fang Yu and his party landed on the ground and looked forward and saw four figures standing in the air.
These four monks, two men and two women, were dressed differently and should have come from four different tribes.
The two female cultivators both had beautiful faces, but their skin color was light blue and the other was light blue. They were two to three rounds larger than ordinary monks, and they looked very strong.
As for the figures of the two male cultivators, they are closer to monks like Fang Yulin Batian.
Judging from the scene, these four monks may be the leaders of this group of monks, and they are probably also geniuses in the clan sent by the top tribes of the Western Wilderness.
Lin Batian squeezed forward, patted a monk next to him on the shoulder, and asked, "Brother, what's going on now?"
The monk turned his head and looked at Lin Batian, frowned, and said in a cold voice: "Who is your brother to you? Let go of your hands."
"You and I are the same clan brother." Lin Batian said with wide eyes, "I have practiced with you for a while in the martial arts field within the clan before. Don't you remember me?"
"It's not a shit! There is no martial arts practice field in our clan!" The monk shouted coldly and said with a fierce look on his face, "I don't want to kill you now, so don't force me to do it."
"Okay, it seems I remembered it wrong."
Lin Batian took two steps back and then walked towards the distance.
Fang Yu knew very well Lin Batian’s way of inquiring about the news.
He also believed that Lin Batian would soon find valuable information, so he did not set off again.
"Master, are you in a bad mood?"
At this time, Han Miaoyi suddenly asked in a low voice.