Liu Qinghuan took back her feet.

Compared with the strange stone sculptures before, the monks and soldiers were obviously more burly. The ghost energy and Buddha energy were mixed together in a strange way on them, just like the angry Vajra in hell, both strange and awe-inspiring.

Liu Qinghuan noticed several traces of battle, blood, clothes fragments, and sword-cutting marks. Some monks and soldiers had stone sculptures missing their arms and legs, and stones flew up from time to time to fill in their physical incompleteness.

He is strong and has a strong body, and has so many people. Maybe he can even make a Buddhist battle formation...

Liu Qinghuan didn't want to waste time, so she said to Fubao and the other two: "You go back to the spirit beast bag first, hurry up and take a break, you may still be needed later."

The three spirit beasts responded together, turning into a ray of light and sank into the blue cloth bag around his waist.

The actions here immediately caused the reaction of the stone sculptures who were waiting for the battle on the river beach. One of the particularly tall monk soldiers raised the long stick in their hand and threw it hard!

"Swoosh!"

The long stick broke through the air and arrived in the blink of an eye, and there was no stone three points!

This momentum was really powerful. The stick was still vibrating when it penetrated into the hard rocks on the ground, making a low buzzing sound.

However, Liu Qinghuan's figure had disappeared, and the monk soldier did not give up. A golden light appeared in the gray stone eyeballs and searched around.

Hearing the "Wowoo" barking a few more dogs, a black dog rushed out from behind the big rock, sniffing everywhere while running.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but stop. The dog was not a stone carving, but it was not a living thing. The fur on his body was burned and charred, with its head horns. What's even more terrifying is that his eyes were full of eyes, and his eyes were shining with cruel and bloodthirsty light.

If it were ordinary invisibility spells, it would probably not be able to escape the dog's eyes and nose, but Liu Qinghuan used the immortal magic to stand on the right side and it could only turn it around in vain.

However, Liu Qinghuan became more alert. He carefully passed through the group of monks, crossed the dry river, and continued along a gravel path.

Along the way, a stone sculpture would appear from time to time, which would be taller and more weird.

For example, one of them fell on the side of the road, with fat heads, big ears, kind eyebrows, like a smiling Maitreya, half of his head was cut off, a big mouth was cracked on his round belly, the sharp teeth in his mouth were as sharp as a knife saw, and a few traces of fresh flesh and blood were hanging between his teeth.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes condensed: The blood on the ground had not solidified yet. It seemed that someone had passed by here shortly before him.

He looked at the towering mountain in the distance, where there was a stone tower, and there was a faint fluctuation of mana.

In fact, after reaching the eight hundredth floor, he did not meet a few people except the Seven Evils of Blood and Netherworld. First, he entered the tower late, and all of them ran to the front.

Second, there are many late-stage Mahayana monks in the immortal world, and there are not many in total.

The Haotian Purgatory Tower is bigger than expected, and it is not that easy to meet people.

However, the tower was not within range because the target was too obvious and it should attract a lot of people.

Liu Qinghuan thought about it and planned to go over and see the fun. She walked along the mountain road. Before she could reach the hillside, she heard a loud noise above her head.

"boom!"

Liu Qinghuan looked up and saw the flames soaring into the sky.

After a while, two people rushed down from above, complaining while walking.

"...What's the name of Chongguang Temple? Just call it Jingguang Temple. There's nothing but stone!"

"It is also possible that the things were snatched away by the people in front of them." Another person said, "The elder Jikong didn't see them either, so he wouldn't be killed, right?"

"Don't worry about it! We're in vain and bad luck! I would have known that I wouldn't have come to this broken temple, so I didn't take anything and wasted so much time!"

The two of them went there cursingly, but they didn't notice that there was another person standing by the road just now when they passed by.

Liu Qinghuan hesitated for a while and decided to go up and take a look, so she continued to move up.

It was a temple, but most of the houses in front had collapsed, leaving only the last pagoda. At this time, the cave door was wide open, looking like it had been robbed many times.

Liu Qinghuan showed up and showed no strange appearance.

There are four high pillars around the pagoda, and thick and long iron chains are hanging down. It looks like they should have bound the tower body, but it is broken behind it, so it is stacked on the ground in such a scattered manner.

Judging from the old traces of the broken corner, these iron chains were not broken recently, but were cut off by people many years ago.

There was indeed nothing in the tower, only some destroyed stone Buddhas left, and traces of searching were seen everywhere.

"So this is a ruin..." Liu Qinghuan looked puzzled. Thinking of the strange stone sculptures along the way, he felt that there must be something else in it, but he and the people in front of him had discovered it.

So, he began to use his return to the sky and the sun, and the light and shadow in front of him changed rapidly—

First, in recent months, people have been visiting this ruins. Some have taken a look and left, while others have entered the tower to search, but they have also left quickly.

Going further forward, time seems to have stopped. The broken pagoda stands quietly on the top of the mountain, and no one visits except for occasional birds and beasts.

Just like the Haotian Purgatory Tower sinking into the ruins of time, year after year, day after day, until the day when it collapses.

Liu Qinghuan was a little disappointed: Although it can be traced back to a long time ago, the time is bounded by a hundred years. The longer the mana, the more powerful it needs will increase, and the more dynamic it will be.

Liu Qinghuan doesn't want to make a big noise now. Although the two people have left, if there is any change here, they may turn around at any time.

He sighed softly, and was about to give up when he saw a short, old stone sculpture appearing under the pagoda in an extremely slow and stiff posture.

Liu Qinghuan raised her eyebrows, watched the stone sculpture walk into the pagoda gate, kneel straight in front of the Buddha statue, and began to recite scriptures.

After reciting this for a long time, two more stone sculptures rushed in, raised the old man's stone sculpture and walked out.

Liu Qinghuan followed, went down the mountain, went up the mountain, crossed a river, crossed a few beams, and came to a valley.

The three stone sculptures suddenly flashed and disappeared.

Liu Qinghuan also stopped, stopped the magic tricks, and walked out of the light and shadow.

At this time, he was standing in front of the valley, with towering trees in the valley and very dark light.

He took a step forward without encountering any obstacles. He went in and took a walk around, but found nothing unusual.

"A very clever ban!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled, took off another black spirit beast bag on her waist, and looked inside first.

A big bug with a fang-shaped claws flew out from it, then two and three...

Soon, dozens of sky-eating worms flew to various parts of the valley, searching for them for a while, and soon there was feedback to be passed back.
Chapter completed!