Chapter 356 The title of the Supreme Immortal? ! !

Chapter 356 The title of the Supreme Immortal? ! !

Then he frowned and looked at the broken sculptures of the various gods. It would be fine if Chinese appeared.

Now even the Eight Immortals have come out. Is there any connection between the Qinglian Sword Sect, or the Shenhong Realm, and the previous life?

"Ancestor, this is...?" Mo Yunzi, who was in doubt, looked at Wang Zijia, who was frowning and thinking, and asked carefully.

Wang Zijia came back to his senses slightly, and was stunned again when he saw Mo Yunzi.

Finally, he remembered where the sense of déjà vu of this person's previous breakthrough came from.

The sound of the fishing drum, the immortal temple, and riding a donkey upside down, isn't this Zhang Guolao?

So this person has inherited Zhang Guolao?

Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed, and he didn't reply to Mo Yunzi, but his mind moved.

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At the bottom of the mountain, Li Lexin, who was organizing his disciples to clear up, was slightly stunned, and a mind summoning talisman appeared in front of him.

Wang Zijia's figure emerged, and just as he was about to speak, he sensed the situation around Li Lexin.

"Hmm? The battle down there is very intense?"

"Master, just now, those strange clay statues all came alive and started to attack the disciples around them."

"Fortunately, most of them are not strong. The disciples are fighting with them. There is no big problem yet. Master, do you have anything to tell me?" Li Lexin replied immediately.

Wang Zijia frowned slightly when he heard this, and said, "Let the disciples clean up the sculptures in the surrounding mountains, and don't enter any Taoist temples or temples."

"Follow the master's order!" Li Lexin replied immediately.

Wang Zijia immediately turned off the summoning communication, looked at Mo Yunzi and Ling Yanlan, and finally looked at Ling Yanlan, saying, "You go down to preside over the situation!"

"Accept the order!" Ling Yanlan, who was standing in the shape of a bird, immediately received the order and left without any delay.

Wang Zijia checked the ruins of the hall, and after finding nothing else, he said to Mo Yunzi beside him: "Let's go, let's continue to visit this place!"

"Yes!" Mo Yunzi replied respectfully, and still followed Wang Zijia obediently.

The two of them left the hall, went down the back mountain, and walked towards the mountains.

Looking down the mountain, you can see that all kinds of strange clay sculptures in the mountains have come to life, like stone men, moving slowly towards the big square in front.

There are also many coming towards Wang Zijia and the others.

As the two of them moved forward quickly, Wang Zijia raised his hand and a spear emerged. The moment it flew out, it split directly and turned into crystal fragments all over the sky, like a crystal rain, covering a large area.

"Ang jiu... Ang jiu..."

Mo Yunzi beside him also swam around with a paper donkey, and a huge donkey made of water rushed forward while crying.

But before it rushed over, it was shocked to find that the small hilltop had been completely cleared by the crystal rain transformed by Wang Zijia's spear.

"Value +3945!"

The value of thousands of dollars increased, but Wang Zijia did not relax.

It was because the strange things in this strange domain seemed too weak.

Apart from the strange curse that was everywhere and quietly carried out, it was really unworthy of the name of the restricted area.

Of course, if there was no means to deal with the strange curse, it would be another situation.

With his thoughts flashing, he quickly ran down the mountain and looked at the more than 60 incense sticks separated from the center of the sky. One of them penetrated the mountainside on the left.

Based on the experience just now, it was highly likely that there was a real statue left there.

Without much hesitation, he rushed to the top of the mountain.

Fifty or sixty mini spears floated around him. After running for a while, he would shoot one, clearing a large area of ​​sculptures that slowly gathered towards him.

Mo Yunzi also found a trick. When there were few strange things, he would quickly search for them or help Wang Zijia clean up the missed fish.

In this way, the two ran quickly in the mountains. When they came across a Taoist temple along the way, they would go in to take a look.

Without exception, they were almost empty.

After a while, the two came to another temple. Before they got close, they stopped moving.

At the entrance of the main hall, a statue with paint peeling off, cracks on its face, one leg, and extremely broken stood quietly, as if waiting for them.

The statue seemed unable to walk out of the temple. It stood at the door, staring at them with its stone eyes, which seemed a little strange.

The two people who were looked at by the statue felt a chill all over their bodies, as if a ghost had drilled into their bodies. They were cold and stiff, and their limbs lost control.

"Go!"

A chopstick-sized spear flew out from Wang Zijia's side. As it moved forward, it quickly grew larger and turned into a crystal red spear two meters long in the blink of an eye.

The statue glared at the spear, and the spear froze in flight.

"Bang!"

But as soon as the spear stopped flying, it exploded. Under the huge impact force, countless crystal fragments hit the statue. The statue had no means of defense and followed the footsteps of the previous one.

Wang Zijia picked up another identical round bead in the rubble.

Strands of strange mist spread and poured into Wang Zijia's body, constantly corroding Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia ignored these and put it away again.

Entering the hall, there is another temple hall.

However, from the previous form of receiving pilgrims, it has become a temple form. It seems that it is no longer open to the outside, but internal, for disciples to worship.

After searching for a long time, nothing was found except some rubble.

Frowning, he left the hall again, and there were many sculptures gathered around.

Mo Yunzi controlled more than ten water donkeys at the door, rushing around and kicking the clay sculptures one by one.

After Wang Zijia came out, he threw out another spear, and crystal rain fell, clearing a large area.

He looked up at the incense threads in the sky, and went down the mountain directly to another peak.

"Are we not going to the top of the mountain, ancestor?" Mo Yunzi was stunned for a moment, and asked while following.

"I guess there is nothing to gain from going up. After cleaning up these strange things, let the disciples search on a large scale!" Wang Zijia said, looking at the dozens of incense threads in the sky, which were scattered among hundreds of mountaintops.

This was not the first time that Mo Yunzi saw Wang Zijia raise his head to observe. He also looked up at the sky with his eyes flashing, but he saw nothing except the gray sky of the strange domain.

In this way, the two of them continued to go deeper into the mountains under the leadership of Wang Zijia.

As they went deeper, the clay sculptures of the gods along the way became fewer and fewer, and the surroundings became more and more empty.

There was nothing in the various Taoist temples, just empty.

Some hills were completely empty. It was even more dead silent, so quiet that it made people panic.

But the deeper he went, the more complete the statues with round beads became. He couldn't completely solve the last statue with one attack, so he needed to repair it.

When the two came to the innermost part of the mountains, they didn't see any tall mountains, but only a battlefield ruins.

There were jagged rocks and various magic holes everywhere.

It seemed that a shocking battle had taken place here, and the core peaks were affected by the battle, completely shattered, and disappeared.

I don't know how many years have passed, but there is no plant growing in the ruins of the battlefield, and there is a dead silence around.

The strange fog is a bit thick here, and a desolate and strange feeling permeates.

Wang Zijia frowned and said, "Were there two huge statues here?"

"According to the records, yes. A while ago, I could see a broken one, but now it seems to have disappeared suddenly." Mo Yunzi also frowned and looked at the entire desolate ruins.

Wang Zijia looked up at the sky. Sixty-six of the sixty-seven sources of incense scattered from the sky had been processed by Wang Zijia. In the ruins surrounded by strange fog, there was still the largest incense.

After a slight hesitation, Wang Zijia stepped into the ruins.

Seeing this, Mo Yunzi immediately followed.

As Wang Zijia and the others stepped in, it seemed to drive the flow of strange fog.

As the fog rolled, phantoms kept appearing and dissipating, and then immediately appeared again.

Such changes made the two subconsciously stop their actions again and look at the phantoms.

As the strange fog circulated, Wang Zijia and Mo Yunzi seemed to see a shocking battle taking place here.

However, everything seemed too blurry, just like an extremely incomplete virtual projection. One could only see some traces of the battle and feel the earth-shaking battle from it, but could not see many specific things.

After watching for a long time, Wang Zijia did not get any useful information. He did not stay and walked directly into the ruins.

As he moved forward, Wang Zijia found that the strange fog became thicker and thicker, and gradually, it reached the point where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

The two stepped into it, rolling the strange fog.

Their bodies seemed to be magnetic, causing the strange fog to gather and flow into their bodies.

"Value +45!"

"Value +34!"

"······"

Unfortunately, not to mention Wang Zijia, even Mo Yunzi on the side, because of the constant exchange of human skin paper figures in the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness.

This obviously difficult to defend, extremely strange method of the middle strange, not only did not cause any effect on them, but on the contrary, like a rich spiritual energy, it continuously improved the cultivation of the two.

It's not that the means of this strange domain are not strong. On the contrary, with the concentration and difficulty of the strange fog here, ordinary infant gods probably dare not easily set foot in it.

And the current upper limit of the power of this world is the middle stage of the top real person, which is completely invincible.

If it weren't for meeting Wang Zijia, it would be almost impossible to solve it.

After feeling the benefits of the dense strange fog, Wang Zijia not only did not resist, but also deliberately slowed down his forward speed and took the initiative to accept the strange fog.

"Value +237!"

"Value +876!"

"······"

The strange fog transformed from incense, like an extremely pure spiritual fog, was sucked into Wang Zijia's body.

Mo Yunzi hesitated for a moment when he saw this, but still didn't follow.

After all, he came here to eat elixirs, and he was not sure whether the immortal elixir could support him to refine it like this.

Besides, he wouldn't dare to snatch things from the immortal even if he had ten guts!

"Value +190,000!"

Daoist level: 300 years (2.23 million/10 million)

Wang Zijia was like a bottomless pit, madly devouring the strange fog, and in a moment, the value was hundreds of thousands.

I don't know whether it was because they found that they couldn't do anything to Wang Zijia, or his crazy devouring triggered some mechanism, the thick fog suddenly fluctuated, as if it had life, and gathered towards the center.

But in a few breaths, the extremely thick strange fog around disappeared without a trace.

Wang Zijia and the others realized that they seemed to have come to the core of the ruins battlefield.

There was a rocky flatland of hundreds of square meters here, and a single-room temple built of stones stood in it.

The two looked at each other and walked up carefully.

The temple was very simple, like an enlarged land temple, covering only a few square meters and two or three meters high.

From the sky, a strong incense force rushed down and sank into the temple.

The temple was facing away from Wang Zijia and the others. The two of them surrounded the temple and turned inside, towards the temple gate.

Turning to the front, the two found that the stone temple had no door. They could clearly see that there was a human-high sculpture and a longevity tablet inside.

The sculpture was very simple, like a bricklayer who had not practiced enough, randomly using some mud to mold a standing clay figure.

After the two approached the temple, through the door, Mo Yunzi subconsciously read out the deity enshrined on it.

"The Immortal of the World-Saving... Uh..."

Before he finished reading, he stopped talking in astonishment.

But he was shocked to find that even if he hadn't finished reading, the rough clay figure quickly had details.

Handsome face, smiling, wearing a Taoist robe, it was Wang Zijia's image.

Wang Zijia beside him quickly lost color and began to petrify from the feet.

However, the abnormal condition was just beginning and quickly subsided.

"Value +130,000!"

Daoist practice: 300 years (2.36 million/10 million)

Mo Yunzi's pupils shrank sharply and he suddenly closed his mouth, obviously realizing that he almost got into trouble.

As Wang Zijia failed to petrify, the changes in the rough sculptures in the temple also stopped.

But its general changes have been completed, and it looks like a stone statue carved by an art student in the previous life according to Wang Zijia's appearance, except for detailed drawing and coloring.

"Kacha!"

As the sculpture stopped changing, its gray stone eyes opened.

Even with a pair of gray stone pupils, Wang Zijia still felt the scrutiny.

Obviously, this ghost thing is the master of the Shenwei domain.

It seemed that because of the absorption of the incense of the Immortal Du Shi, which was supposed to belong to Wang Zijia, an unknown strange change had occurred.

Fortunately, he came early, otherwise, if this strange thing was delayed until it came out of the mountain, it might be a true and false Monkey King!

"Bang!"

Before Wang Zijia could think more, the statue in the temple opened its eyes, locked Wang Zijia at the first time, and rushed straight towards Wang Zijia.

The body of the rock did not affect its speed at all.

Wang Zijia flashed and pulled away from him by dozens of meters, and long spears like chopsticks condensed around him.

The moment he stood still, the spear flew out and rushed towards the sculpture. During the flight, it quickly grew larger and turned into a pair of crystal red broken spears that were two meters long in the blink of an eye.

A magical thing happened. The gray sculpture rushing towards Wang Zijia also had almost the same gray stone spears around it, which collided with the spear thrown by Wang Zijia.

"Boom boom!"