Chapter 357: The Strangeness of Thousands of Gods and Myriad Appearances

Chapter 357: The Strangeness of Thousands of Gods and Myriad Appearances

"Boom!"

A huge explosion occurred at the moment of the spear collision, and the air wave was overwhelming.

The stone sculpture that looked like Wang Zijia's mirror image did not wait for the explosion to dissipate, and directly rushed towards Wang Zijia with the air force.

Wang Zijia did not retreat any further. He frowned, and a broken spear condensed in his hand, and fought with the opponent who rushed over with the spear.

As soon as he came into contact, Wang Zijia frowned.

The opponent not only looked like him, but also had similar strength and moves!

It was really like a mirror battle, but it was not a replica.

For a while, one person and one sculpture, the fight was indistinguishable.

Wang Zijia frowned, and his mind moved, and the Five Ghosts Talisman emerged and turned into five fairy children.

But before the five fairy children came on the stage, something happened that made Wang Zijia's pupils shrink slightly. Five identical stone fairy children rushed out of the gray sculpture and entangled with the five ghosts.

And as it grappled with Wang Zijia, the evolution of this strange thing, which had stopped, unexpectedly resumed. The gray sculpture figure continued to improve, becoming more and more realistic, and more and more like Wang Zijia himself.

Although Wang Zijia had accumulated a lot of knowledge in Wanyu, the knowledge of strange domains was generally something that only gods could access, so his understanding of this aspect was very insufficient.

Therefore, he didn't know what kind of strange domain this was for a while, and he couldn't immediately think of a solution.

But he knew that he couldn't blindly come up with new tricks.

Otherwise, if the other party really copied his methods completely, he might really have to play the real and fake Monkey King. At that time, it would be a real headache.

It's a long story. In fact, it's only been a few breaths since Mo Yunzi spoke.

Mo Yunzi, who dodged with Wang Zijia, was stunned for a moment when he saw the sudden entanglement.

He didn't choose to continue watching. A paper man appeared beside him, holding a fishing drum that looked like a bamboo tube in his hand.

"Dongdong... Angju..."

The Buddhist sound accompanied by the paper donkey spitting water attacked the gray sculpture directly.

"Bang!"

The gray sculpture, which was fighting with Wang Zijia, did not even light up its shield and was directly hit by Mo Yunzi's attack.

The place where the gray sculpture was hit was like blood spurting out, and a lot of paint-chipped statue fragments fell out. The strange thing was that there was no scar on the gray sculpture.

When Wang Zijia and Mo Yunzi saw this, their eyes lit up.

One fought all the way up, and the other had been in the end of the world for hundreds of years until now.

There was no need for any language or eye contact. The two people with rich practical experience started to cooperate directly.

Wang Zijia kept restraining the other party and fighting with the other party.

Mo Yunzi rode a water donkey and wandered around, occasionally hitting the gray sculpture.

After each hit, the opponent would drop some statue fragments, but there was no injury left.

This lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the ground was already full of statue fragments, but the gray sculpture did not show any injuries.

The two were not anxious at all, and they cooperated steadily.

Because they both guessed from the fragments on the ground where the statues that disappeared in the Taoist temples in front of them went.

Especially after a head-like statue fragment fell out of the other person's body!

If I guessed correctly, the one fighting with Wang Zijia was not a sculpture at all, but an aggregate of most of the sculptures in the entire Taoist temple.

It was like a thousand people, a thousand faces... a thousand gods, a thousand statues. It was probably because of this, and after absorbing the incense belonging to Wang Zijia, Wang Zijia's ability could be evolved towards Wang Zijia's statue when fighting with Wang Zijia.

With such a guess, the two were not anxious. Although there were many empty Taoist temples on the hills before, they could definitely not withstand the smashing of two real masters.

This tacitly coordinated tug-of-war lasted for about a quarter of an hour.

The gray sculpture that was fighting with Wang Zijia suddenly turned its head to look at Mo Yunzi who was constantly attacking.

Then, as his body fluctuated, an old Taoist sculpture similar to Mo Yunzi rushed out of its body and rushed directly towards Mo Yunzi.

"Hmph!"

Wang Zijia snorted coldly and took this opportunity to summon the blood jade book.

On the cover of the book, there was a picture of Wang Zijia with a strange smile, holding a golden scale, and two weights on the left and right of the scale.

The gray sculpture immediately turned around and looked at the book again.

A book-shaped stone also appeared on its shoulder.

But I don't know if it was because it didn't see it in time just now, or because there were three red copper weights on the cover of the book, it couldn't copy the book. The newly formed stone book suddenly exploded into a thick strange fog and surged back into the gray sculpture's body.

Such a change caused the gray sculpture's fighting action to be obviously stuck for a moment.

The body that had been attacked by Mo Yunzi for more than a quarter of an hour without any wounds, even had some tiny cracks.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

At the same time, without any hesitation, the two pages in front of him collapsed, and first a lava fireball emerged and piled up directly on his face.

At the same time, a shield lit up on his body.

Because he didn't cast the spell himself, but used the seal in the book.

The gray sculpture really couldn't replicate the new ability this time, and could only throw out dozens of spears to collide with the lava fireball.

"Boom!"

The moment the stone spear collided with the basketball-sized lava fireball, an explosion occurred directly.

This was not an ordinary fireball, but a fireball that Wang Zijia sealed in the book using the talisman sealing technique.

For the sake of power, Wang Zijia infused it to the limit. Although it is not as strong as the talisman attack comparable to the infant god, every spell in the book is almost the limit of Wang Zijia's combat power at the current stage!

The huge close-range explosion directly blew Wang Zijia away who had not retreated far. The energy shield on the surface of the body crystallized quickly, but fortunately it finally withstood and did not break.

He rolled several times while being thrown, and after half-kneeling on the ground, he plowed a big road on the ground.

The gray sculpture was much more exaggerated. Because it had no means of defense, the moment it was affected by the close-range explosion, it was blown away and its body continued to break, and the statues of gods continued to fall out of its body.

Like a fairy scattering flowers, all kinds of fragments fell to the ground.

But it was not hurt at all.

However, the strength of the mirror image depends on whether it can be fully reproduced and flexible.

Since Wang Zijia broke the deadlock, the outcome was already determined.

Before Wang Zijia could stop, three pages flew out of the jade book beside him while he was sliding backwards. Two pages had pictures of ground spikes and one had pictures of spears.

"Bang!"

As Wang Zijia clenched his right fist, the three pages exploded.

At this moment, a strong pull came from the feet of the gray sculpture, fixing it in place. Countless spears suddenly appeared from all directions, including under the body, on the top of the head, on the chest, and on the back.

Like a thorny ball with thorns inside, lightning pierced the gray statue inside.

"Crack, crack!"

Various pieces of the statue fell out again around the stabbed gray sculpture, and it didn't wait for it to change its moves.

"Explode!"

Wang Zijia in the distance suddenly snorted.

"Boom boom!"

All the spears surrounding the gray sculpture suddenly flashed with spiritual light and exploded violently.

Countless crystal fragments shot at the sculpture. After hitting the opponent's body, only a pile of fragments were shot out, and the crystal fragments immediately exploded again after failing to shoot into the sculpture's body.

"Boom boom!"

This time, hundreds of explosions overlapped, and the movement was simply deafening, accompanied by a strong air wave, which continued to spread on the silent battlefield.

Even Wang Zijia, who was blown away for a long distance, was almost blown away again.

After the explosion, the gray sculpture stopped moving.

Wang Zijia waved his hand, and a spiritual wind blew, and the smoke and dust dissipated.

In a pit at the center of the explosion, a gray sculpture with cracks all over the body appeared in front of Wang Zijia.

After seeing Wang Zijia, the sculpture subconsciously wanted to step forward again.

"Crack!"

As soon as it moved, more cracks appeared on its body.

After only two or three steps, the whole body was completely covered with cracks, and the movement was stiff and stagnant for a moment.

"Crash!"

Before Wang Zijia could make another move, with a slight sound.

The gray sculpture shattered.

In an instant, his body was like a cornucopia, spewing out countless statue fragments, which piled up into a mountain of statue rubble in the blink of an eye, at least thousands of them.

The statues swelled up so much that Wang Zijia had to quickly retreat a distance to avoid being buried by the statues.

On the other side, the sculptures that were fighting with Mo Yunzi broke apart almost at the same time.

The movement was not as big as Wang Zijia's, and only dozens of rubble statues swelled up.

Countless incomplete hands, feet, and heads of the statues with paint peeling off rolled down, looking at Wang Zijia with strange eyes, with divine light flashing, indescribably strange.

"Value +3245!"

As soon as the cold breath arose, it was exchanged by Wang Zijia.

All the body fragments shook, as if they wanted to reunite.

As the strange eyes of those heads looking at Wang Zijia continued to dim, they did not pollute Wang Zijia at all. The cracks on their bodies continued to increase.

"Bang, bang!"

After a few breaths, the fragments of the statue began to break again, as if a chain reaction had started.

Thousands of fragments of the statue expanded, the hands and feet fragments collapsed, the heads shattered, and the huge pile of statues collapsed by two-thirds of their volume due to the smaller fragments.

When all the noises died down, the battlefield just now was left with only a pile of paint-chipped rubble that could not be seen at all.

The largest one was only the size of a thumb.

Although there was a little bit of strange aura left, there was no longer any strange activity.

Mo Yunzi was stunned for a moment, looking at the gravel mountain in front of him, and said: "Is this the evil ghost? It's really... weird!"

"What kind of evil ghost is this? It's just a disabled person who has been crippled by the long-term end of the law." Wang Zijia shook his head and said:

"According to the records of the sect, any of the evil ghosts that have successfully mutated have the power to destroy a world."

"Once it breaks out in the subordinate world, it will either destroy the world or cause disasters. Even the infant god may not be able to get in or out, and even get lost in it without seeing the ghost master."

Mo Yunzi's expression was slightly stern when he heard this, and he also realized that the pills that Wang Zijia had distributed to everyone before were definitely not ordinary stuff.

Even if he had tried his best to think of the pill in a strong way, it was estimated that it was still not enough.

At this time, the five fairy children who had left the battle, without Wang Zijia's instructions, were filled with ghost fog around them.

Under the pull of the strange wave, a mountain of broken stone statues, like a whole mountain, was carried by the five ghosts and thrown outside the battle circle.

The simple stone temple in the center was exposed again.

Wang Zijia first came to the pit where the gray sculpture exploded at the beginning. There was also a pigeon egg-sized stone bead lying quietly in the center of the explosion pit.

The moment he reached out to pick up the stone bead, a strong and strange power emanated from it.

Item: Evil Core

Level: None

Effect: Absorb incense and transform it into strange energy. A fixed anchor, or a corresponding god position, is required to absorb the corresponding incense.

Introduction: The complete birth of any evil ghost is accompanied by the appearance of a strange rule and magical power. This ghost originally gave birth to the power of thousands of gods and images, but due to the end of the law, the core power was almost dissipated, leaving only a little power.

This bead can be divided into 129,600 beads, and can also be combined at any time.

It can be used as a refining material, suitable for the forging of any Shinto magic weapon, and the forged magic weapon also retains this feature.

Looking at the round bead with his eyes shining, Wang Zijia was surprised to take out the 66 beads he had obtained before, whose origins could not be seen, and actually merged them all silently.

It turned into an ordinary stone bead.

"Is this what the sect records say, that every mature evil spirit is a great hazard and an amazing opportunity?"

"I thought it was about the artificial breeding of the Hundred Demons Weird Domain! It turns out that the Weird Lord himself is also a mobile giant treasure!"

Looking at the stone bead in his hand, Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed, and at the same time he tried to absorb the remaining Wei Qi in it.

"Value +270,000!"

Daoism: 300 years (2.63 million/10 million)

As a large amount of Wei Qi was extracted, the gray-brown, rock-like stone bead gradually turned gray.

After realizing that the stone bead was being extracted with the pollution of the strange air, its texture was getting worse and worse, and it seemed that it would break if it was extracted any more, Wang Zijia decisively stopped extracting.

Although this thing now looks like a very damaged waste, Wang Zijia thinks it is still worth studying.

For it, Wang Zijia thinks it is very suitable for the idea he has always wanted to do but couldn't do it!

He put it away with a flip of his hand, and Mo Yunzi has been waiting honestly on the side.

After seeing Wang Zijia come back to his senses, he immediately bowed and said: "The disciple is ignorant and rash, and almost caused a disaster. I hope the uncle will punish me!"

"Even if you don't read the longevity card, this battle is estimated to be inevitable." Wang Zijia shook his head and looked at Mo Yunzi and said:

"On the contrary, if you didn't read it out before, and triggered its rules similar to "asking for a seal" in advance, it would be more troublesome if it failed to replicate me in advance."