As soon as you step onto the 839th floor, gusts of cold wind blow your heart.

The sky is as dark as the night, the earth is pitch black, and the shadows of trees in the wind are like evil ghosts with their teeth and claws, as if they will pounce on the next moment.

Liu Qinghuan narrowed her eyes and felt the heavy pressure suddenly put on her body.

This floor is actually equipped with a strong air ban!

And just opposite, on the hillside, only a few dozen feet away from the entrance, stood dense stone sculptures.

All of these stone sculptures had ferocious expressions. Some were full of eyes wide open and their hands were open to pounce, some were leaning forward and clenching their fists as if they were fighting with others, and some were kneeling on the ground and praying.

They were suddenly frozen at a certain moment, motionless in the darkness, but they seemed to be alive at any time.

Liu Qinghuan raised his hand, and a green light flew out like an arrow, landing on the stone sculpture closest to the closest to looking at the sky with its mouth wide open.

"Click!"

The stone sculpture was chopped off one arm, and Liu Qinghuan was slightly stunned: It wasn't broken?

Another green light flew out, more solid than the previous one, like a blue moon blade, splitting the stone sculpture in half and separating the body and head.

The stone sculptures around it did not respond to this, and still stood motionless in the darkness, dead.

Liu Qinghuan frowned, thinking.

Judging from the bald heads and clothes of these stone sculptures, they should be Buddhist monks, but they also have a strong ghost spirit, which is very strange.

"Master, it is forbidden to fly in the air here, and there is only the middle road. It seems that we must pass through the stone sculpture group."

Yue Xi pointed to the rugged gravel road between two small hills, and the sound was extremely low, as if she was afraid of waking up the sleeping ghost.

"Yes." Liu Qinghuan nodded and stepped forward: "Then let's go."

His tone was calm, he ignored the strange and terrifying atmosphere around him, and his steps were even a bit leisurely.

However, Yue Xiong and the other two were facing a great enemy, one of them defended and followed Liu Qinghuan, carefully passing through the stone sculptures with different expressions.

The fields were silent, with only the slight footsteps of them walking. A crow suddenly flew out of the haystack, and a croaking sound scared Fubao.

Among the few people, Fubao was the most nervous because he had the lowest cultivation level. If there was a sneak attack or attack, it would definitely start from him...

Thinking of this, he bypassed a stone sculpture holding a stone hammer, and was ugly when he was faced by another stone sculpture with crooked eyes and garlic nose baring his mouth and rotten teeth.

"Master, these things used to be living people, otherwise they wouldn't be so vivid!"

"They should have been cursed before they were alive before turning into stone sculptures." Liu Qinghuan's voice came from the side: "Don't be careless, now they are dead, so there are a few living people in it..."

Before he could finish his speech, Fu Bao saw the ugly stone sculpture with rotten teeth blinking his eyes. The hand that was originally hanging around his waist suddenly had a dagger and stabbed him suddenly!

Fu Bao shuddered and screamed "Wow", and instantly pulled out several afterimages and flashed to the side.

But the wind sounded tightly behind his head, and a stone hammer was smashed down on his head, directly destroying his afterimage, and then hitting it hard on the ground.

"Bang!" Earth and rocks splashed, and a big pit appeared on the ground.

Fu Bao appeared behind the ugly stone sculpture and kicked the other party hard on the waist, causing the guy to pounce forward and knocked down the stone sculpture with the hammer.

"Dog guy, tell you to scare me!" He pulled out his sword and chopped it up, still cursing.

But the ugly stone sculpture rolled on the spot with great flexibility, turned around and raised its neck, and a black air spurted out from its mouth!

"Be careful!" Yue Ziqi exclaimed.

The black flames hit the ugly stone sculpture's face faster than the sound, and the black smoke disappeared.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, but another stone sculpture climbed up and smashed Fubao with a hammer.

This guy is very powerful, and Fubao dared not take it head-on, but he was fast, so he dodged and then dodged.

Unexpectedly, he appeared again, and the stone sculpture beside him lived again. He opened his hands and hugged him, which scared him so much that he screamed, and ran away.

But Youyi and Yueqiong didn't care about helping him, because there were stone sculptures around them who came alive, jumping around one by one, which was very difficult to deal with.

The mountains and forests suddenly became lively, and accompanied by Fubao's howling ghosts and wolves, it dispelled some of the coldness here.

Liu Qinghuan did not take action and allowed the three spirit beasts to deal with the stone sculptures, while he walked to a broken stone sculpture to check carefully.

The gray stones are quite hard and emit heat, but they do not melt under the burning of the flames of hell, but they only appear black holes.

Liu Qinghuan changed his vision and saw wisps of gray-white smoke escaping from the holes, but did not dissipate, but floated forward.

"It's interesting!"

Liu Qinghuan stood up, looked into the distance, and seemed to have reached out her hand inadvertently. He grabbed the stone sculpture that was about to attack him.

He looked at the other party's dull eyes, grabbed his left hand in the middle of his eyebrows, and a gray shadow was pulled out by him.

The shadow twisted wildly in his hands, like a flexible bug, with countless black dots vaguely visible on its body.

"Word?"

But those black dots are too small, and you can only see some strokes, but you can't see clearly what the word is.

Liu Qinghuan had some vague guesses, and gold and fire emerged from his hands, burning the shadow.

My eyes passed through the mountain peaks as if I saw a tall tower in the clouds.

With a look, he shouted to the hillside with a grudge: "Fubao, stop playing, you're going to fight back!"

Fu Bao chased after more than a dozen stone sculptures, and was chased to run around the mountains, wanting to cry without tears.

"Master, I didn't play! They kept chasing me, I, I dare not stop!"

Youzi chased him, smashing the stone sculptures with flames while leisurely saying: "Yes, keep running, don't look back!"

Yue Xi turned back to the original body of Tianhuo Tianlang, and a crescent mark on his forehead had vaguely taken shape, and he tore a stone sculpture into pieces in one bite.

Liu Qinghuan shook her head helplessly. Fortunately, after passing this hill, there were a lot fewer of strange-shaped stone sculptures, but!

Below the hillside is a river. The stone beaches by the river are extremely wide, with statues of monk soldiers holding iron rods and half-woven robes arranged neatly.

Solemn and dignified, and terrifying.

When they appeared, the monks and soldiers all turned their heads and stared at them.

"He!" Fubao gasped, and his raised feet stood stiffly on the spot.

The others also stopped and felt creepy under the stare of so many eyes.

"I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of people here?" Yue Xiang looked at Liu Qinghuan and whispered: "Who is it that makes so many people look like they are..."
Chapter completed!