Chapter 84: statue

Among the jungles, the ancient wood is quiet and lush.
Han Li shuttled through the forest, and with his current experience, his heart also raised a sense of dizziness.
There are many exotic flowers and plants growing in the eyes. Some of them are in the spiritual world of the past. They are the best spiritual materials that are rare in a hundred years. Now they are everywhere, and most of them are not short. Most of them are more than a thousand years old, and even a few thousand years or more.
There are also some Lingzhi, although he does not recognize it, but most of them contain amazing spiritual power or scent appearance, and he is naturally rude.
Although he had just swept through the mysterious bubble space, he swept it over with his knowledge, but now he is still amazed by his heart, and he is glad that he has not left it.
After about half an hour, Han Li’s figure stopped in a relatively open area in the forest. The forest was sparse and there was no elixir growth, which was a bit ridiculous.
In front of him more than a hundred feet, is a huge cave more than a hundred feet wide, like a giant sack, with a black lacquered mouth.
After Han Li stood in the same place, he took a look at it and confirmed that there was nothing unusual. Then he went to the cave and looked inside.
This cave is not vertically downwards, but extends obliquely toward the bottom of the ground, and there is a constant sound of "呜呜".
In the eyes of Han Li, the blue light flashed, and when it strode, it went straight into the hole.
The cave was dark and damp, and there were drops of water on the top of the cave and on both sides of the rock wall. The ground was also very soft.
He went all the way down, and after about a quarter of an hour, the cave suddenly turned and extended to the other side, and in the rocks around the cave wall, there began to appear a piece of white spar with a clear and bright light.
At first it was a little sparse, but the more you go down, the denser the spar is, and the whole channel is gradually illuminated.
After walking for a quarter of an hour, he finally came to the end of the cave, prescribing a huge underground culvert with a radius of hundreds of feet.
At the top of the culvert, it is densely covered with countless white spar, and the cool light shining through it reflects the entire cave space.
At the bottom, there is a clear sound of turbulent water. There is actually an underground river flowing through it. Here, a small lake is formed. Around the lake is a sand composed of yellow crystal sand.
The white fluorescent light and the undulating water surface reflect each other, and the ripples around the cave wall seem to have a somewhat strange beauty.
At this time, Han Li did not appreciate the beauty of the place. His eyes were firmly locked in the center of the culvert, a huge rock protruding from the water.
On the land about 30 feet in size, there is a strange tree with a height of about ten feet.
The tree body is similar to the common common walnut tree, but it is bare and has no half-leaf leaves. Only on the branches, there is a walnut-like fruit.
When Han Li jumped, he jumped under the tree and carefully looked up and down the tree.
From this point of view, it was found that there was a mysterious pattern on the tree that had never been seen before. It did not seem to be artificially engraved, but it was naturally grown.
The walnut fruit hanging on the tree is more peculiar, the surface is dense, but it is very distorted. It looks like a strange face, some like an old man, some like a newborn baby, some have Like a middle-aged woman, it is not exactly the same.
However, regardless of the grain lines, these face-to-face walnut fruits are all without exception, all of which exudes amazing soil properties.
He was attracted to this place because he discovered this strength.
Han Li touched his chin, his face flashed a trace of thoughtful color, and there was a vague guess in his heart.
This mysterious bubble space should have belonged to the one-eyed giant, and the half-human horse is for the strange walnut tree in the space, and he will not hesitate to live and die.
Although he couldn't recognize the origin of the tree and the walnut fruit above, one thing is certain, it can cause two monsters to be compared with the true fairy level. It will never be ordinary, it should be some unknown. Heaven and Earth Lingbao.
But this is no longer important. Everything here is owned by him.
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Fairy world.
An unknown mountain range, the lead clouds cover, the wind whistling, wrapped in the sky and the snow is falling, the whole sky is gray.
Dozens of peaks above the mountains, below the mountainside, can also see a few trees thickly covered with thick snow, and then it is completely white and completely frozen.
Between the heavens and the earth, in addition to the sound of the yin anger, it is the sound of the snow flakes falling, and in addition to this, there are other movements, and there is no trace of any living things.
However, at this time, the deepest part of the highest ice peak in the mountain range, but suddenly a sharp female voice, through the layers of snow curtains, was not affected by the wind:
"Who is it? Who is so daring, dare to kill my spiritual pet? No matter who I am, I am going to find you out of the corpse, and then extract the spirit and suppress it under my heavy yin peak, let you eternal No reincarnation!"
His voice was full of anger, and it was swaying in the raging snow, and the whole snow peak was shivering.
Numerous years of huge snow masses that have accumulated accumulated years of rupture, falling off the cliffs, pushing and squeezing more snow, slamming toward the bottom of the mountain, sounding the "rumbling" of the drums ll.
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North Hanxian, a blue sea.
A round of sun is hanging on the sky, like a washed white sky, with a faint white cloud, the breeze blowing above the sea, and a burst of waves.
On the rippling surface of the sea, there is a black island with thousands of miles. The edge is surrounded by countless grotesque black reefs. It looks extremely irregular. If you look at it from a height, its shape is like a huge leaf.
On a port on the north side of the island, there are many boats moored at the moment, but there is no one on it.
From the port to the island, there is a spacious bluestone road that extends into the jungle on the island.
At the end of the road, a densely populated quaint village is nestled among the towering ancient trees.
At this moment, the village was full of fire, and there was a thick smoke everywhere. A series of shouting shouts came from all over the place. The magic weapon was one after another, and the air was filled with a thick atmosphere.
In the ruin of a mess, nearly a thousand monks are being chaotically killed and sneak into two camps. The number of the two sides seems to be similar.
One of the monks seems to be not a human race. They are tall, green and fangs. Most of them are armed with some hammers and magical weapons. The body is covered with a layer of light white light.
Among these interracial monks, there are also some tall warriors wearing yellow armor and holding big spikes. They are just sallow and look like they are not living. It seems to be a wax figure that can be moved.
The other monks who fought with them were mostly Terran, and some weird soldiers wearing blood-red armor.
These blood-skinned soldiers have the same skin color as the armor, and they have a look on their faces. They don’t have the slightest expression when they fight and they seem to be awkward.
On a high ground, a blood-stained soldier with a blood-red spear leaped down, with a spear in his hand, slamming down a smoky warrior who was rushing forward.
Not yet falling, the spears of a spear of blood spears suddenly burst open, countless blood mans swept down.
A "bang" sounded.
The sallow warrior's chest was blasted into a hole in the size of a water tank. The yellow wax was constantly smashed out, and the figure could not help but retreat a few steps.
But in the next moment, his legs and a bow, the shape of the body jumped up like a power, the hands of the mace swiftly waved, numerous layers of shadows emerged, turned into a yellow hurricane, straight to the ground The soldier was rolled down.
"砰"!
The blood armor was not able to prevent it, and the head suddenly burst open, but at the last moment, the spear was thrown out of his hand, turning into a blood shadow and piercing the head of the sallow warrior.
The two fell to the ground almost at the same time, one became a water, and the other became a wax.
On the other side, a figure of a pudgy old man suddenly flashed from behind a broken wall, holding a blood-colored jade bottle in his hand, and the bottle mouth was reversed, pointing directly to the front dozens of feet, an alien monk who was chasing others.
The old man patted the bottom of the bottle, the blood of the bottle flashed, and the dense blood of the blood spurted out, intertwined into a blood-colored beam of light, silently rushing to the inferior heart.
A strange scene appeared!
The blood-colored light column touched the white light of the alien body slightly, and the rushing momentum suddenly eased. Although it was not completely offset, the power seemed to instantly break the three-point.
"砰"!
Although the aliens were beaten up and down, the blood in the mouth was mad, but they did not hurt the roots. Instead, they turned and roared toward the old man.
Similar scenes are staged from time to time throughout the village.
Whether it is a sallow warrior or a blood-skinned soldier, when they are killed, they are brave and fierce. They are not afraid of the jade and the burning of jade, but because the quantity is similar, the strength is similar, and naturally it is impossible to control the situation.
However, the monks of the aliens were sheltered by the strange white light on their bodies, so that any magic weapon would fall on the body, and the power would weaken the three points. On the battlefield, they would soon gain the upper hand, and the human monks would be forced to retreat to the center of the village. Gather away.
At the same time, in a white stone square in the center of the village, dozens of people wearing black robes are sitting around a huge statue sitting cross-legged, silently swearing in the mouth.
These men and women, both young and old, have a pale face, one by one, holding their sleeves and leaning their left arms in front of them.
On each of their wrists, there is a thin blood line, and a drop of red blood is flowing from it, dripping on the ground in front of him.
Above the ground, a channel of semi-finger and deep grooves is depicted, which are connected to each other to form a rather complex pattern of patterns, which connects to the statue at the center.
The statue is about ten feet high. It is engraved with the image of a young Confucian scholar. His head is worn with a sleek towel, and he holds a book and looks up into the distance.
If Han Li is here, he will be surprised to find that this young Confucian scholar's facial features seem to be similar to him, but if he looks at the proportion of the body, Han Li will obviously be taller.
In front of the statue, a white-haired old man in a gray robe, with his hands crossed and hugged his shoulders, prayed piously to the statue:
"Great ancestor! Please listen to the loyal call of your blood, come on!"