Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan retracted his foot.

Compared to the strange stone sculptures before, the monks were obviously more burly. The ghost and Buddha spirits were mixed together in a strange way, just like the angry King Kong in hell, which was both weird and awe-inspiring.

Liu Qinghuan noticed several traces of battles, blood, clothing fragments, and sword cuts. Some of the monks were missing arms and legs, and stones flew up from the ground from time to time to fill their body defects.

They were strong and powerful, and there were so many of them. Maybe they would also point out the Buddhist battle formation...

Liu Qinghuan didn't want to waste time, so he said to Fu Bao and the other two: "You go back to the spirit beast bag first, take a rest, and you may be needed later."

The three spirit beasts responded in unison, turning into a ray of light and sinking into the green cloth bag on his waist.

The action here immediately caused the stone sculptures on the river beach to react. One of the particularly tall monks raised the long stick in his hand and threw it hard!

"Swoosh!"

The long stick came through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it penetrated three-tenths of the stone!

The force was really strong. The stick was still vibrating after being inserted into the hard rock on the ground, making a low humming sound.

But Liu Qinghuan's figure had disappeared, and the monk soldier did not give up. The gray stone eyeballs lit up with a golden light and searched around.

A few more "woof woof woof" dog barks were heard, and a black dog rushed out from behind the big stone, sniffing everywhere while running.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but stop. The dog was not a stone sculpture, but it was not a living creature. The fur on its body was mottled and charred as if it had been burned, and there were two horns on its head. What was more terrifying was that it had two pupils in its eyes, flashing a cruel and bloodthirsty light.

If it was an ordinary invisibility spell, it would probably not be able to escape the eyes and nose of this dog, but Liu Qinghuan used the immortal method of standing without a shadow, so it could only spin in vain.

However, Liu Qinghuan became more alert because of this. 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, taller and more bizarre.

For example, one of them fell on the side of the road, with a fat head, big ears, and kind eyes, like a laughing Maitreya, half of his head was cut off, and a big mouth was cracked on his round belly. The sharp teeth in his mouth were as sharp as a saw, and there were still a few strands of fresh blood and flesh hanging between his teeth.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes condensed: the blood on the ground had not yet coagulated, and it seemed that someone had passed by here not long before him.

He looked at the towering mountain in the distance, where there was a stone tower, and the mana fluctuations were faintly heard.

In fact, after reaching the 800th floor, he did not meet many people except the Seven Evils of the Blood Netherworld. First, he entered the tower relatively late, and those people ran to the front.

Second, there were only a few late Mahayana cultivators in the world of cultivation, and there were not many in total.

The Haotian Purgatory Tower was even bigger than expected, so it was not easy to run into people.

However, the tower was not within the range, because it was too obvious and would attract many people.

Liu Qinghuan thought about it and decided to go over to see the excitement, so he walked along the mountain road. Before he reached the halfway point, he heard a loud noise above his head.

"Boom!"

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

Soon, two people rushed down from above, complaining as they walked.

"...What the hell, what's the Chongguang Temple? Just call it Jingguang Temple. There's nothing but stones!"

"It's possible that everything was robbed by the people in front." Another person said, "I didn't see that Elder Jikong either. Was he killed?"

"Who cares! It made us run for nothing, what bad luck! I should have known not to come to this broken temple. I didn't get anything and wasted so much of our time!"

The two people went there cursing, not noticing that there was another person standing on the side of the road when they just passed by.

Liu Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, then decided to go up and take a look, so he continued to walk up.

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

Liu Qinghuan showed up with a strange look on his face.

There were four tall pillars around the pagoda, with thick and long iron chains hanging down. It looked like they were originally used to tie up the pagoda, but they were cut off later, so they were scattered on the ground.

And from the old traces on the broken ends, these iron chains were not broken recently, but were cut off many years ago.

There was indeed nothing in the pagoda, only some destroyed stone Buddhas, and traces of rummaging could be 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 strange in it, but he and the people in front of him didn't find it.

So, he began to perform the art of returning the sky to the sun, and the light and shadows in front of him changed rapidly.

First, in recent months, people have been visiting this ruin. Some of them took a look and left, while others would go into the tower to search, but they also left quickly.

Going forward, time seemed to have stopped. The broken pagoda stood quietly on the top of the mountain. Except for the occasional birds and beasts, no one else visited.

A perfect version in the book forum of 16-9!

Just like the Haotian Purgatory Tower sank into the ruins of time, year after year, day after day, until the day it collapsed.

Liu Qinghuan was a little disappointed: Although the art of returning the sky to the sun can be traced back to a long, long time ago, the time limit is a hundred years. The longer it is, the more mana is needed, and the more noise it makes.

And Liu Qinghuan didn't want to make a big noise now. Although the two people left, they could come back at any time if there was any change here.

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

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

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

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

The three stone sculptures suddenly flashed and disappeared.

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

At this time, he was standing in front of the valley. The ancient trees in the valley were towering and the light was very dim.

He took a step forward and encountered no obstacles. He walked in and found nothing unusual.

"A very clever restriction!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled, untied another black spirit beast bag from his waist, and looked inside first.

A large insect with bared fangs and claws flew out, and then two, three...

Soon, dozens of air-eating insects flew to various places in the valley, searching for a while, and soon there was feedback.

Liu Qinghuan waved his hand: "Break through the restriction for me!"