The person behind him grabbed his shoulder and said, "Wu Xingxue..."

The voice was very low, and it rang in the ear, obviously a warning, but with a hint of helplessness.

Wu Xingxue turned his head and saw Xiao Fuxuan's sharp eyebrows narrowed slightly when he lowered his head. suddenly felt that it was fortunate that this Heavenly Immortal did not come to the world very often, otherwise, even with this face, even if he didn't like to talk, he would have deceived many girls.

He suddenly thought about it and asked, "Did you say it wrong?"

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyelids.

Wu Xingxue said again: "This body is a demon, and I led those things on a pilgrimage to Hua's house, thinking, it shouldn't be that easy to be possessed, anyway, it's the body of a big devil, as for that dreamless pill, it's not easy to come by, Save one is one, what do you think, Shangxian?"

"..."

Shang Xian didn't notice anything.

Xiao Fuxuan glanced at his open and closed lips, and straightened his eyes away, probably having nothing to say.

As a result, Wu Xingxue added in a low voice, "Also, you scared the little disciples."

Xiao Fuxuan: "?"

It's hard to describe Tiansu Shangxian's expression when he heard this nonsense, anyway Wu Xingxue smiled...

But the little disciple of Xianmen was going crazy.

Originally it was just a sentence "that's right", but Shang gave him a bit of leeway. As a result, Xiao Fuxuan said "Wu Xingxue" and sent him away directly.

When the younger disciple heard these three words, he only felt that his scalp was bursting, five thunders struck his head, and his soul flew out of the sky.

Fortunately, there is a doctor Wusheng who can't stand beside him.

Since Xiao Fuxuan held his sword against his body and told him to "swallow it back", Mr. Xian practiced a very familiar rhetoric. I usually remind myself in my heart that this will just be used to comfort others.

He supported the younger disciple and repeated the nonsense of "how the great devil suffered damage in the northern Canglang region, and was taken on by an innocent soul".

The little disciple was half-believing it.

He was about to ask a person like Wu Xingxue, how could a mortal be put on his body? Just heard a popping sound.

The sound shook Changgu and shocked everyone to look at him.

The silent waste Immortal Terrace was suddenly full of cracks, as if the things under it had been stored for a long time, and finally a heavy blow broke out.

The evil energy of the black "color" escaped from the cracks, and several young disciples of the Immortal Sect shuddered suddenly, with goose bumps uncontrollably all over their bodies.

Gao E and the others on the ground trembled, and the broken bones made a clicking sound in the shaking.

The round room cooled down instantly, and everyone fell into an ice cellar.

"Where's the array? Why does the array seem to be... moving?" The little disciple murmured, subconsciously looking at the thirty-three statues.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that the round room had become silent for some time, and the vague "Tu Yun Ha" of Ming Wu Hua Xin had disappeared.

The layer after layer of the constant pressure just now seemed to have exhausted the last bit of immortals in this giant formation.

The light of the giant formation on the ground gradually dimmed, and the flowing and staggered formations could not be seen.

Then, the sound of cracking sounded one after another.

The younger disciples suddenly looked at the Waste Immortal Terrace, thinking that it was the first to crack.

Immediately afterwards, they realized that the sound did not come from Abandoned Immortal Terrace, but... a deity.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that huge cracks began to appear on the statues.

Wu Xingxue took a quick glance and found that the cracks all started with the altar for printing, and quickly spread upward to the top of the head.

boom -

The first statue crumbled and collapsed.

boom -

Second seat.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...

The collapse and collapse of such a tall statue alone will shake the earth, let alone so many.

For a time, dust and smoke spread in the round room, and the "chaotic" stone splashed. If it wasn't for Xiao Fuxuan's sword and shadow, everyone would have been buried alive in the gravel.

In the blink of an eye, the thirty-three statues collapsed and not much was left.

Wu Xingxue looked through the dust mist and saw that there were only four statues still standing, and the four statues were also full of cracks, but they could only be maintained.

"No more, no less, just happened to be four..." He muttered.

It will be too foggy to see clearly. But he guessed that the four statues should be two men and two women.

Sure enough, the little disciple of the Immortal Sect in front had already called out, reading the names of the remaining idols, and saying, "Two male immortals, two female immortals".

Wu Xingxue and Gao'e took a look at the four and finally understood why those people were "called".

The statues of children and virgins in the tomb "cave" each correspond to the thirty-three statues of gods.

As long as the statue does not fall, the giant formation is endless, and Yun Hai under the Abandoned Immortal Terrace will not be at peace.

So Yun Hai "called" those people.

Innocent mortals were brutally murdered and sealed in the statue of a boy and a virgin, and there must be a lot of resentment. Those grievances, through offering seals, provided these thirty-three statues...

When the immortals are infected with killing and evil resentment, how long will the immortals last?

What's more, these thirty-three are originally abandoned immortals, and the immortals on the statue are probably also left by Huaxin at the beginning. Every time it is suppressed, it consumes some, and it will collapse sooner or later if evil resentment is eroded.

The sound of "Tu Yun Hao" just now was probably the last pressure.

The reason why the four statues were not destroyed was because Gao E and the others were entrusted with a dream and came out of the statue of a virgin and a virgin, and there were fewer evil grievances for the statues.

When I heard Gao E say "immortals dream of dreams", everyone thought that the immortals must not be a good thing.

Now that I think about it, Na Tuo Meng said that they were "unbroken from the past" and that the one who said that "the lack of immortal energy" here should be a true immortal, and he wanted to save this giant formation that was about to collapse.

Wu Xingxue thought about it for a while, and felt that the immortal who entrusted the dream should be Mingwu Huaxin.

The crowd was about to speak, but they were not allowed to ask any more—

The four remaining statues were simply not enough to support the great formation. After the statues collapsed, the ruined Immortal Terrace exploded abruptly and shattered to the ground.

The ground suddenly opened a deep "hole", and no one saw who was lying in the "hole". Only the evil energy is thick like ink, entangled, and continuously released.

They are like a group of horned snakes, with countless snake heads stretched out, their huge mouths and fangs slowly stretched out—

"Be careful"

Doctor Wusheng shouted.

But it was still a little late. Those little disciples were not cultivating enough. They were trapped by the wicked aura, and they walked out of the guarded sword shadow like a walking corpse.

The next moment, the evil spirit like a group of pythons suddenly struck!

"Ahhh!"

After hearing a few exclamations, the little disciples were entangled in the black evil energy.

They panicked and used their swords. Dozens of brilliant flying swords shot out from the black air, but they hit the air, and it was useless.

Perhaps the person lying in the deep cave was too hungry, and the evil energy swept three living people, so they were sent to the cave.

At the time of the thunder, the long sword from Xiao Fuxuan's waist suddenly came out, the hilt turned between his fingers, and the golden light on the blade drew a huge sword flower in the air.

He put his five fingers on the silver handle and pressed coldly——

The Sword Intent came from the mountain and tsunami.

That sword split the sea.

The overwhelming evil energy was cut into two, and it was suddenly loosened, and the few disciples fell to the ground.

They hurriedly grabbed their swords, and when they heard a cold "go", they felt a golden light swept over, and even the swordsmen swept them back into the sword shadow of Huanhu.

They turned their heads abruptly, only to see that the evil energy soaring to the sky was gathering again, almost filling the entire tomb, and that day, the immortal Su Shang coldly held his sword and drowned in the boundless black color.

"!!!" Everyone's face turned pale, and they subconsciously exclaimed.

However, in the next instant, countless golden lights chanted with swords, stabbing straight out of the evil energy that could not be seen.

Like the sun shining through the clouds.

The word-free sword stabbed straight upward, and after piercing the evil energy, the sword tip turned and slammed down—

The moment it was wedged into the ground, the sparks splashed but it was enveloped in the cold wind and snow mist, and the evil qi was swept away by the extreme cold and extreme heat.

Wu Xingxue saw Xiao Fuxuan holding the hilt of the sword, half kneeling in front of the deep cave.

He passed through the guarded sword shadow, and walked over, ignoring the obstruction of the other disciples.

The black evil spirit dissipated, and the person lying in the deep cave was exposed.

Really cloudy.

He looks very similar to the god statue, but the person who dropped the god statue in the tomb "cave" is very familiar with his appearance.

The god is stone, with a gray color, but he is more dead than that gray color. If you add some vigor and blood, you should be a very handsome person.

But at this time, he had long hair scattered, tangled vines entangled in his body, and his robes were as dark as ink as the evil spirits swarming around him, and he couldn't tell that he once lived in Xiandu.

The vines climbed all the way to his neck, and one of them stretched out long, with a huge but withered flower on the branch, which just covered half of his face.

Wu Xingxue reached out to poke the flower, but was grabbed by Xiao Fuxuan.

But the wind from the action still made the flower tremble a few times...

During the shaking, half of Yun Hao's blocked face was vaguely "exposed".

Wu Xingxue frowned.

If the other half of the face is really handsome and immortal, then this half of the face is more terrifying - covered with scars and shaped like a ghost.

I don't know why he does this.

I don't even know what Hua Xin was like when he came to the Valley of Compassion with his sword and saw such an apprentice.

Xiao Fuxuan's sword suddenly moved, pulled out from the stone and came straight back.

Under the shock of sword intent, everyone present heard a sound, like a clear bell ringing through a deep valley. With just one sound, the little disciples of Xianmen squatted down with their heads covered.

"What sound is this?!" They were obviously very close, but they couldn't hear each other's voices, and were almost shouting.

It was Yi Wusheng who tapped each other on their foreheads and then eased a little.

He looked at Xiao Fuxuan's trembling immortal sword and said, "That should be... an interrogation."

Legend has it that when Xiao Fuxuan, the immortal of Tiansu, delivered his punishment, he would call the spirit on behalf of Tian and question the demons, why he came here.

As a result, everyone saw hundreds of years ago in the thundering sword sounds and the scattered black mist.