Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

The statues have slightly different appearances and their strengths are also different.

But the weakest one has the combat power of the initial stage of foundation building.

In addition, their armor and weapons seem to naturally restrain the spiritual power of the monks.

Very difficult.

Even in a one-on-one situation, an ordinary person in the middle stage of foundation building would not be able to win quickly.

Not to mention, idols often move in groups.

Previously, the Ghost-Faced People all took detours for this reason and were unwilling to face the enemy head-on.

This existence itself is something that people have never heard of.

"Haha, it's just a statue. I can kill it with a snap of my fingers."

At this time, Lao Mo interrupted and spoke with a cold and arrogant temperament.

"Black, Black Panther Senior!"

Peng Ziming was somewhat surprised that this black panther that was subdued by the Ghost-faced Man was actually willing to communicate with them.

"You are very powerful, so this kind of small character is naturally not worthy of your attention."

"Yes, yes, we have all seen your majesty."

"..."

******

After talking for a while.

The old Mexican was flattered a little, and said secretly in his heart.

"Don't worry, if you encounter any danger later, I will definitely protect you."

"No ordinary evil spirit can survive a single blow from my claws!"

suddenly.

A chilly wind blew around.

The already gray sky seemed to darken even more.

Shi Yanyan looked not far away and exclaimed softly.

"Be careful! Someone seems to be coming!"

The four of them immediately became highly alert, their eyes fixed firmly in that direction.

Several figures appeared and disappeared, and their height was similar to that of ordinary people.

"A monk?"

Peng Ziming breathed a sigh of relief.

In this place, it is better to encounter human practitioners occasionally than to run into those evil creatures.

Wang Nian narrowed his eyes.

It was unexpectedly discovered that the monks who walked out of the darkness all had unusually bright smiles on their faces.

What happened to them?

So happy?

The four of them were very surprised.

"My fellow Taoists, are you all... okay?"

Peng Ziming squeezed the sweat in his palms and said loudly.

"..."

The monk on the opposite side did not respond.

Just a silent approach.

There was something indescribably strange about his behavior.

Shi Yanyan murmured: "It's so strange..."

Lao Mo's pupils shrank slightly, as if he saw something.

Without waiting for the old Mexican to speak.

next moment.

The "monk"'s figure flashed and approached rapidly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked increasingly weird.

Yu Liang's eyes suddenly widened.

"He, they are..."

As the distance shortened, the four people saw that these smiling beings were not complete living people at all.

It's just a piece of thin, empty human skin!

Their flesh, blood, bones, and internal organs were all devoured.

Only a layer of skin clinging to the Taoist robe remained.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Yu Liang was so frightened that he screamed, his face turned pale, and he shrank back.

"Ghost!"

The expressions of the others were not much better.

"Damn it!"

Peng Ziming's heart trembled slightly, but he managed to remain calm and slapped Yu Liang in the face.

"Stop yelling, motherfucker!"

He turned his head and looked at where Lao Mo was before: "In front of the black panther..."

Before Peng Ziming could finish his words, he saw Lao Mo running towards the small temple, shouting, "Master, save me!"

The previous demeanor of a master was completely gone.

Seeing this scene, the four were dumbfounded.

However, they did not care about so much and ran towards the small temple in panic.

"Ghost Senior——"

Wang Nian fell last, and after stepping into the temple, he slammed the door shut.

The Smiling Man seemed to be a little afraid of this small temple. He wandered outside the door for a while but still did not dare to invade.

Finally left helplessly.

******

Just walked into the small temple.

The four of them felt their entire bodies lighten, and the invisible pressure that had previously enveloped their bodies and minds mostly dissipated.

Even breathing became smoother.

But this feeling didn't last even a second before they held their breath.

In their eyes, there stood a statue of a god more than three meters high in the main hall of the temple.

The head is rarely seen without armor.

He had two heads and four arms, his eyes were wide open, and he stared fixedly in front of him.

His arms were raised high, as if gathering strength.

Very powerful.

Like a ball of boiling magma.

The oppressive feeling is so real that it makes it hard to breathe.

But for some reason, there was also a stench of decay.

Yu Liang had not yet recovered from his previous shock, and when he saw the statue again, his legs went limp with fright.

Peng Ziming also had despair in his heart.

'Just out of the wolf's den, and into the tiger's den again!'

Just when they thought the four arms of the statue were about to fall, they suddenly heard a hoarse voice.

"It's dead."

The four of them turned their heads and found Anle standing nearby, his eyes fixed on the wall of the temple.

"Dead, dead?"

Yu Liang opened his mouth wide, so surprised that he couldn't even speak.

Peng Ziming and Shi Yanyan looked bewildered.

Its momentum... is clearly still so powerful?

They couldn't believe it for a moment.

Only after hearing this, Wang Nian immediately walked towards the statue in a carefree manner.

He also took out a few special instruments and knocked on the surface of the statue, saying happily.

"I want to see what this thing is made of."

His actions frightened Peng Ziming and the other two.

After all, as far as they could see, the statue looked lifelike and there was no sign of any injuries at all.

What if we anger it? Wouldn't that be a dead end?

However, the statue remained motionless.

After careful observation, Peng Ziming saw that there was a not particularly obvious wound on the back of the statue.

Dark and sticky blood was slowly flowing out of it.

A stench of decay spread.

Although the statue's aura is mighty, a closer look reveals that it is gradually weakening.

Peng Ziming's eyes were dull.

How long has it been since the ghost-faced man entered the small temple?

"Is it this wound that easily killed this two-headed, four-armed statue?"

Yu Liang was numb with shock.

In their minds, the Ghost-Faced Man's strength has reached an unfathomable level.

At this time.

Anle turned to look at Wang Nian: "Do you know how to refine weapons?"

Wang Nian scratched his cheek, looking a little embarrassed.

"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."

In fact, Wang Nian was not a casual cultivator. He was once a disciple of the Weapon Refining Sect, but later left for some reason.

Anle would naturally not miss such a ready-made help.

Ask him to help investigate the material of the statue.

Soon, Wang Nian gave an answer that surprised Anle a little.

"Its main body is just the most ordinary clay and wood. It is a clay sculpture with a wooden frame."

"Ok?"

Anle frowned.

It’s just an ordinary consumable, but it can actually have the power equivalent to building a foundation?