Author: Corona Storm

Chapter 120 True Martial Statue

Chapter 119

"Are you...serious?" Cheng Yi stared at Taoist Song and asked.

To be honest, knowing that Zu might actually exist made him feel a little frightened when he did these things.

"Of course, the purpose of cultivating Taoism is to be free and at ease. Now I am being besieged by waves of Sun Corona cultists. How can I be free and at ease?"

"If Dao Ancestor were on top and saw his disciples in crisis, he would probably help them."

Taoist priest Song's right hand was wrapped in a bandage and plasterboard, wrapped like a mummy.

He spent decades in the Taoist temple, and his life was uneventful, with no fights or life-and-death fights.

But now, he is really afraid of the Corona Cultists.

"I understand, you tell me where the incense statue is, and I will go and sacrifice it." Cheng Yi nodded and said.

He is very curious now, will Daozu's attitude be the same as before? Will thunderclouds descend again?

And is this thunder cloud a punishment or a reward?

If he improves his lightning skills to the top level, can he use this thunder cloud for his own use? Absorb the energy in it?

You must know that the energy of thunder clouds is very terrifying. If it is absorbed completely, there is hope for him to attack the golden elixir.

And once the golden elixir is attacked, those alien civilizations will not just kill them indiscriminately.

Cheng Yi licked his lips. His heartbeat was a little fast. The energy in his body now was definitely not enough for the golden elixir.

Not even two-thirds of the way.

"Please come this way." Taoist Master Song gestured to Cheng Yi, and then walked towards the side hall.

This time he pulled out another statue of a true warrior.

"Which one is this from before?" Cheng Yi couldn't help but ask when he saw the familiar stone statue.

"That's right, when thunder clouds appeared, I had people carry the Zhenwu statue to the side hall."

"The lightning struck another statue." Taoist Master Song nodded and explained the reason.

"This is interesting." Cheng Yi put his hand on his chin and raised the corners of his mouth.

He thought Lei Yun was targeting him, or his behavior last time.

Looking at it now, it seems that he was wrong.

Daozu might really want to help them.

"How about it?"

"Is that possible?" Taoist Song looked at Cheng Yi carefully.

"Okay." Cheng Yi readily agreed, then waved his hand and said:

"It's still the same old rule. You first ask four people to go to the small courtyard to the north. I'll wait for you there."

“Okay, okay!!”

After Taoist Song left, Cheng Yi looked up and down the statue of Zhenwu. It was larger than the statue of the God of Wealth and was relatively new.

The image is of a majestic man, sitting upright on a stone seat with his legs spread apart, surrounded by flying lings behind him, and holding a sword in his right hand.

"I'm offended."

"Please Emperor Zhenwu go to the alien planet to kill the gods!!" Cheng Yi clasped his hands to the statue of Zhenwu and bowed.

Then, he stepped forward and carried the Zhenwu statue.

"rise!!"

The Zhenwu statue is much heavier.

However, it is not difficult for Cheng Yi.

So the Zhenwu statue was tilted on Cheng Yi's shoulders and walked towards the small courtyard to the north.

Zhenwu Statue: "..."

The small courtyard to the north is still quiet, with few people coming. Weeds grow out of the cracks on the bluestone-paved ground.

At this moment, the sky has darkened, and the lights in the main scenic area have been turned on. From a distance, it looks like a colorful ribbon.

However, there is still an endless stream of tourists, with heads moving.

Taihang Mountain Taoist Temple has become an Internet celebrity attraction, with countless people coming to check in and take photos, and major anchors holding selfie sticks also come to join in the fun.

"If thunderclouds appear again, the Internet may explode again." Cheng Yi stood upright on the eaves of the roof, looking at the brightly lit main road from a distance.

He placed the statue of Zhenwu in the middle of the courtyard, beneath it was a black square plate covered with twisted patterns.

It quietly awaits the fate of being sacrificed.

Soon, Taoist Song came with four disciples. Suddenly he saw the Zhenwu statue standing in the courtyard and was immediately startled.

"Oh my god, I was scared to death."

"Emperor Zhenwu, help us." Taoist Master Song bowed quickly. The other disciples were confused and didn't know what happened.

"Hey, where are the people?"

"Cheng Yi! Cheng Yi!" Taoist Song looked around the dark courtyard, looking for Cheng Yi.

"I'm here." Cheng Yi stood upright on the eaves, turned around and said to Taoist Song.

"How did you get up there?"

"Let's start quickly." Taoist priest Song couldn't wait.

Hua Hua Hua——

Cheng Yi nodded, turned over, jumped from the roof, and landed firmly in the yard.

It didn't even make any sound when it hit the ground.

"hiss--"

The sounds of gasping for air were heard one after another.

This is the top of a five-meter-high building, and he jumped down just like that.

"Did you see that? This is your senior brother. He has achieved extraordinary results by practicing Qi."

"You study hard, and one day you will reach his level!" Taoist Song said seriously to his disciples.

"Daozhang Song, you have been a little slippery lately." Cheng Yi walked slowly towards him and said with a smile.

"I'm in danger, let's release our instincts." Song Daochang sighed.

He just stopped acting.

"Okay." Cheng Yi nodded and said nothing more.

After all, nature is difficult to change. Taoist Master Song had restrained himself for so many years, but in the end, he was defeated in front of the Sun Corona Cultists with one move.

"You three, work with me to lift the Zhenwu statue." Cheng Yi pointed at the three of them casually.

"I understand, Senior Brother." The disciples were very excited and quickly stepped forward to grab the handle.

"I'm not your senior brother." Cheng Yi couldn't help but say.

These guys take it seriously.

"Okay, senior brother."

Cheng Yi: "..."

"Hehe, let's start quickly." Daochang Song said with a smile from the side.

Cheng Yi sighed, and then he and the three of them worked together to slowly lift the Zhenwu statue.

"No matter what you see, hear, or feel, never let go!"

"Understand?" Cheng Yi asked.

"Yes!!" The moods of the three disciples also sank. They were simply suppressed by the stone statue.

Too spicy!

The four of them walked around the yard and began to sway, and a hot chant came out of Cheng Yi's mouth.

The surrounding heat flowed out one after another.

The temperature is rising rapidly.

These heat flows circled in the air twice, and then turned into the black square plate, and the twisted lines instantly became active.

They rushed toward the Zhenwu Statue in waves, seeming to engulf the Zhenwu Statue.

But when he got close to the stone statue, it immediately collapsed.

Can't get close!!

After ten minutes, the three disciples had reached the limit of endurance, and the Zhenwu statue was also spread and covered by twisted lines.

Finally, there was a bang.

The entire Zhenwu statue sank into the sacrificial utensils.

The three disciples felt a lightness on their shoulders and instantly rolled to the ground, gasping for breath. Their clothes were already soaked through.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Cheng Yi nodded towards them, and then stared at the sacrificial utensils. What surprised him this time was that the twisted patterns on the black square plate had not recovered.

They are like waves, rushing towards the center... where the Zhenwu statue was before.
Chapter completed!