There are always fairies plotting against me

Before he finished speaking, his voice paused, because the stone statue's sword suddenly changed to a horizontal chop, directly cutting the demon king, who was kneeling on the ground with his five limbs prostrated, into two halves.

"Ah

The screams were sharp. Being cut in half horizontally while kneeling was even more horrific to look at.

Blood spurted out, Qi Xingyu opened his narrowed eyes, and looked back suddenly. He saw the stone statue sitting high on the throne grinning, revealing neat teeth made of stone.

The smile was eerie, terrifying, and weird, and then he spit out the stone tongue, full of mockery of the ants.

"'Guests', I have been preparing for tens of thousands of years, and finally you are here—"

The stone statue's huge hands supported the armrests on both sides of the throne and slowly stood up. Every part of its body made a dull crackling sound, but the stone statue covering its body did not break.

"Those who revere me, kneel before me, and praise me—..-can..."

The stone statue's pupils, emitting white fire, swept across all the figures present, and its smile was still terrifying and weird.

He raised his hands: "Come on, I'll give you a chance."

The vast and unfathomable power of space filled every corner of the temple. Hundreds of stone statues around it took a step forward and raised their weapons high.

The pressure was so heavy that it was like the emperor himself was present, making it impossible to move.

Lu Jinan's actions are the least restrained because he understands the rules of space.

The statue looked down at him, its eyes full of sarcasm, as if to say that you are the one who is least needed.

Why not?

Because he understands space.

"Great God, your power is as universal as the sun—

Someone knelt down and shouted urgently, but he was not a disciple of the Five Sects and Seven Academy.

And if there is the first one, there will be the second, the third—

There are human races, demon races, and other races.

Lu Jinan frowned, because at this moment the stone statue's smile almost reached the back of its ears!

His expression changed slightly, and he turned his head quickly. Blood bloomed in his sight, and the voice of praise disappeared completely in an instant.

The palace fell into dead silence again.

"Ha ha ha ha---

The statue's shoulders shook as it laughed a sharp, piercing laugh.

After a long time, the laughter disappeared and the statue raised its hands to wipe the corners of its eyes, but there were no tears.

He looked at all the figures again, his smile reaching all the way to his ears.

“Those who revere me, kneel before me, and praise me—will die!”

His voice was filled with joy, especially when he saw everyone's uncertain faces, he couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

"why?

Because the soul is too dirty, hahahahaha!"

"A little bit!"

The stone statue made faces and laughed heartily.

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Chapter 120 Mu Qingyue: "More obedient than a puppy, right?"

Boom, boom, boom.——

The stone statue held a huge sword in its hand, and its feet, several meters long, walked down the steps. Every step it took made the entire temple tremble, and dust from the dome fell down.

The will-o'-the-wisp stretched his shadow, covering all the figures present. When he was halfway up the stairs, he suddenly jumped forward.

In mid-air, ghostly lights were still flickering in his eye sockets, and the corners of his mouth were still stretched to the back of his ears, revealing his neat teeth and long tongue.

boom!

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

He jumped over the remaining steps and landed on the ground.

Qi Xingyu looked at the statue's actions, frowning but not wanting to say any more nonsense.

The statue's behavior is absurd, as if it has been suppressed for a long time. It has the majesty of a strong man, but also the playfulness of a child...

But it is the interweaving of these two temperaments that makes people even more frightened, because no one knows what kind of outrageous action he will suddenly take next.

"Qi, hey, hey, hey, hey——"

The grinding sound was heard again, but this time everyone heard a hint of melody in it - music was being played!

The source of the sound is the weapons and musical instruments in the hands of the stone statues.

The music and the golden spears sounded together, as if welcoming the arrival of the "king".

Lan Cangjun stared at the stone statue walking down the stairs step by step with an ugly expression. At this time, he was standing at the front on the demon clan side.

Facing the big foot of the stone statue.

There is no use in being in awe, kneeling down, or praising - what on earth is this stone statue trying to do?

"What does it mean to have a dirty soul?"

Lan Cangjun's mind raced as he quickly turned to look at Lu Jinan: "Mr. Lu, now we can only cooperate and kill him!"

Lu Jinan ignored Lan Cangjun, and Lan Cangjun's voice became even faster: "Do you want to die here?

Mu Qingyue's sword couldn't hurt him too much, and—how much spiritual power do you have left?!"

He shouted, "Once your spiritual power is completely depleted, there will be no room for resistance!"

Lu Jinan still ignored Lan Cangjun, but just looked at the huge stone statue that walked down the steps step by step and jumped again.

The steps are high, but not too many, with a total of eighteen steps.

Zhu Nanzhi, who was standing on his right, quickly looked at her husband, wanting to see what he was thinking at the moment.

Looking at it intently, her expression was different.

Although my husband frowned slightly and his eyes were gloomy as if he was distracted, he was smiling, right?

Is it a laugh?

It is indeed a smile.

Because the corners of my husband's mouth are raised.

This kind of husband....-She felt strange, yet somewhat familiar.

Zhu Nanzhi was a little dazed, and suddenly she remembered why her husband's smile at this moment felt familiar - back in Nanzhuo Domain, when her husband wanted to refine his wife into a sword spirit, he also showed a similar smile.

But the smile at this moment is far more joyful than that time.

It's "joy", right?

What are you realizing, my husband?

Zhu Nanzhi pursed her cherry lips. Although she didn't quite understand what her husband's smile meant or what he was thinking at the moment, she could feel her heart beating faster and faster.

It was as if something was spreading inside my body - I felt my face flushed and hot for some unknown reason.

Zhu Nanzhi swallowed and opened her cherry lips to speak, but for a moment she didn't know what words to use to describe her current mood.

“Huff, huff, huff—.”

Suddenly, a low but rapid breathing sound reached her ears. Zhu Nanzhi subconsciously looked over. Mu Qingyue, who was standing on the other side of her husband, was holding the hilt of the "Chao Mu" sword tightly. She lowered her head and breathed quickly, and a light blush seemed to pass across her fair cheeks.

'She's also moved?'

Zhu Nanzhi's eyes lit up slightly, and he thought that since Senior Sister Mu was in the same mood as him at the moment, wouldn't they have more topics to talk about in the future?

Thinking of this, she quickly glanced at her husband again, but the smile from before was gone, as if what she had seen before was all an illusion.

She blinked and found that the deafening footsteps had disappeared at some point - was that why her husband stopped laughing?

What a pity—it’s a pity that this is not a suitable place to start writing, otherwise I would have drawn it.

Zhu Nanzhi recalled her husband's smile just now - well, it was very impressive. She drew it as soon as she left. She turned her head to look at the stone statue. The stone statue had stopped in front of the ancient platform with a circle inside and a square outside. The huge sword in his hand was tilted on the side of the ancient platform.

On the other side, the Golden-winged Roc Demon King, who had retreated a distance, was trying his best to resist the ubiquitous force of space. Apparently, while he was moving, the stone statue launched another attack.

However, although the spatial force of the stone statue at the Hedao realm was strong, it still failed to hurt the leading demon king of the demon clan this time. "Mr. Lu, how long are you going to hesitate!?" Lan Cangjun roared loudly.

Jiang Wuya and other direct disciples of the Wandao Sect also looked at Lu Jinan, but it was Qi Xingyu who spoke first. At this time, he was much less talkative. "Brother Lu, the current situation is indeed beyond the ability of one or two people to handle. Whatever you have in mind, we will implement it."

"Ah..." The stone statue standing beside the ancient platform suddenly leaned forward, baring its neat teeth as it made a face in Qi Xingyu's direction. "Do? What can you do?"

The sound was deafening and stirred up an endless gale.

"You are my new 'guests', carefully selected by me. You should be grateful for your life.

It provides so many excellent options for my return."

As it spoke, the stone statue placed its huge right hand on the ancient platform, and the ancient platform with a round inner side and a square outer side became a square inner side and a round outer side. The ancient formation flickered in it, illuminating a deep and dim light.

Qi Xingyu's pupils shrank: "Possession?"

"Ahahaha, you got it right." The statue leaned back and laughed, its tongue flicking out and its lips and teeth moving flexibly. "This is a gift from me to you ants."

He turned his head sharply and looked down at the crowd, his pupils, formed by the gathering of will-o'-the-wisp fire, gleaming with excitement: "With so many guests, how should I choose?"

As he finished speaking, clear lake water slowly flowed in from the crack of the temple door.

The lake stretched out its flexible hands, and the profound soul power was released from it, allowing everyone to feel the slight tremor in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"You must be grateful to me." The statue twisted its body exaggeratedly: "Those who can't enter here will become the nourishment of my gravekeeper, but you are different——"

His voice paused, and he tilted his head to look at Lu Jinan: "Why did you want to defile the holy place where I returned to the human world?"

Lu Jinan was not among his options, because Lu Jinan relied on the rules of space to enter here.

And he doesn't need a monk who understands space.

Zhu Nanzhi frowned, and the sword in her hand rang out with a crisp sound. But before she could speak, the stone statue looked at her again: "You killed one of my souls, and then I will--"

"You will die." Zhu Nanzhi raised the Zhanming sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the center of the stone statue's eyebrows, and the spiritual power in his body surged: "You are just in harmony with the Tao."

"It's different." The statue shook its head: "I am a god, an immortal, a—"

The sound of the stone statue's crackling paused, and he lowered his head to look at his right hand. There was a break at the connection between his middle finger and palm.

The stone flakes fell, revealing the red flesh and white bones hidden underneath.

He was silent, like the calm before the storm.

He knew that this was the power of space, and only the monks who had defiled his holy land could understand the profound power of space.

But it can't be done quietly.

But this is undoubtedly the boy's spiritual power -

The stone statue turned its head suddenly as if it sensed something. Lu Jinan was still tiny in its sight, but very close.

'So close.'

"So close."

As he was thinking this, he saw Lu Jinan saying this with excitement in his eyes.

The powerful force was like burning magma, gathering in Lu Jinan's legs, and as he turned and moved, it made a thunderous sound.

boom!

At this moment, Lu Jinan's body was stretched to the extreme. Although Zuo Fu Taoist Palace was only the Taoist Palace of one of the dark stars, it was still the Taoist Palace in Zi Wei Dou Shu.

Once the internal energy flowing through the body exploded, the crackling sound between the bones was like firecrackers exploding one by one, and finally gathered in the right leg.

The roar of a dragon like a flood resounded throughout the palace, and a powerful whip kick landed directly on the cheek of the stone statue.

The red energy surrounding Lu Jinan is like the bright sun!

boom!