There was a strong cold light on the corpse mirror, and a thick cold light that had never been seen before was shot out, shining straight at the brass statue.
The four bronze faces of the statue of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy clearly conveyed a hint of fear and horror in an instant, and the copper body without legs and hands was shaking violently.
An unbelievable scene appeared before Zhu Jiu's eyes. The void around the statue suddenly shattered like glass, creating a black space gap the size of a palm.
The badly damaged brass statue was suspended in the air, seemingly trying to escape into a gap in space to avoid the light of the corpse mirror.
Although this crack in the void is small, even if a faint breath leaks out of it, it can easily kill all living and dead things around it, completely turning the surrounding area into desolation.
Just when Zhu Jiu was worried, the warm side of the corpse mirror split into a warm black-yellow light, enveloping him entirely, forming a barrier.
The originally turbulent anti-space murderous aura was instantly isolated. Standing in the light curtain, Zhu Jiu felt a sense of security that even the collapse of all realms could not damage him at all.
The cold light in the corpse mirror intercepted the statue before it penetrated into the gap in space. The cold light enveloped the bronze statue as a whole. Then the light pulled back. The statue close to the gap in the void was restrained and dragged by the mirror light, and slowly moved towards the mirror.
near.
The body of the bronze statue was struggling wildly, the expressions on the four faces turned into shock and anger, and two red lights suddenly lit up in the eyes, which contained an extremely strong evil aura.
Zhu Jiu just glanced at it, and even his soul felt confused and lost. He quickly closed his eyes and stayed close to the tomb. The light and dark sides of the Sea of Consciousness Talisman suspended above his head were running wildly together.
The numerous symbols on the talisman are as complex as billions of stars, shining like stars all over the sky shining together, giving birth to a clear brilliance.
Thousands of clear lights entered the sea of consciousness one after another, turning into a cold current to protect the spiritual consciousness. Only then did Zhu Jiu regain his clarity, but he did not dare to open his eyes again to look at the eyes of the idol with extremely fierce evil power. His heart moved and he tried
Turn the talisman and slowly send your magic power into the corpse mirror.
This was Zhu Jiu's first attempt to transfer mana back to the corpse mirror. The next moment, a buzz that sounded like the voiceless sound of Jiutian came from the corpse mirror supported by Zhu Jiu's mana.
This wisp of clear sound spread, instantly causing the blood light in the statue's eyes to oscillate unsteadily, getting weaker and weaker, and finally dissipated. There was still half a soul-shattering scream from the statue, and there was no way to resist.
With great force, he was dragged into the corpse mirror with a whoosh sound.
Then the light from the corpse mirror disappeared, the cracks in the space slowly closed, and silence returned to the hall.
Zhu Jiu lowered his head and looked at the mirror that had inhaled the bronze statue of the evil god. The originally smooth mirror surface had an evil and fierce face of the bronze god, which was slightly embossed and its tentacles were slightly cold.
The evil aura on his face remained unchanged, as if he was hating all things in the world. Zhu Jiu didn't know why the corpse mirror was so hard to swallow the statue. After thinking about it for a while, he finally couldn't figure it out, but thinking about it, it was definitely not a bad thing.
Then he put away the corpse mirror and wandered around the temple to check. The main hall was very dilapidated. Zhu Jiuyi found nothing and walked towards a quiet courtyard behind the main hall.
According to common sense, most of the courtyards behind the main hall should be where the temple's attendants practice, study, and live their daily lives.
But when Zhu Jiu stepped to the backyard of the temple, what he saw was an extremely huge and vast cemetery.
There are countless tombs in the cemetery, most of which are dilapidated and withered tombstones. Only a ten-foot-high tombstone stands quietly in the center without any damage.
Many places in the cemetery are dilapidated, revealing the corpses inside the cemetery, and the cries of innocent souls can be heard faintly.
After hearing this, Zhu Jiu felt happy and summoned the purple mist ghost spirit. Although these corpses had been silent for a long time, and most of their flesh, flesh and soul essence had been scattered by the wind, the cries still lingered, indicating that there was still some resentment among them.
It is always better than nothing, and for ghosts and spirits, nothing is more than a little supplement.
The mist of ghosts floats lightly among the tombs, absorbing the remaining essence of each skeleton. Sometimes it squeezes into the soil and sucks the bones and remains inside, refusing to let go of any of them.
All corpses that have been absorbed by ghosts and spirits are turned into fly ash, losing the last trace of aura and no longer existing.
The ghosts shuttle among the thousands of tombs at extremely fast speeds. It seems that the cultivators in this cemetery all had good cultivation skills during their lifetimes. After such a long time after their death, their essence still remains in their bodies and has not completely dissipated.
Zhu Jiu selected a few exposed bones in the cemetery and observed them carefully. He found that these remains were not humans or Qiu Demons. Although their bones were human-shaped, they were generally thicker than humans and had slightly different structures. Most of the bones were two-dimensional.
He is about 23 meters long, taller than a human, and shorter than a bhikkhu demon. The difference is obvious. I wonder what race he is?
Zhu Jiu then walked towards the huge tombstone in the center of the tomb.
The surface of the giant stele looks dark blue, like it is made of ordinary bluestone. The stele is nearly ten feet high and more than two feet wide.
The strange thing is that there are no words on the stone tablet, and the surface is smooth. If you reach out and touch the stone tablet lightly, it feels extremely cold, which is unbearable for ordinary people.
Except for the ice cold, there was nothing unusual about it. I tried pushing hard, but the giant monument didn't move at all.
Zhu Jiu stood in front of the monument and studied it carefully. He still found nothing wrong with the giant monument. Is it just the special material that prevented it from being destroyed for a long time?
I tried to activate the mana-driven weapon to attack the stone tablet. The stone tablet was not damaged at all, not even a trace was left on the surface. It can be said to be extremely hard.
Unfortunately, the stele was too huge, and Zhu Jiu did not have any treasure that could store such a huge object, so he could only look at the stele and sigh, unable to take it away.
By this time, the ghosts had absorbed the essence of ghost energy in this cemetery, and the soul flame fire was a little brighter than before. It seemed that the ghosts had gained a lot in this short period of time.
Zhu Jiu put away the ghost spirit and was about to leave the temple. The moment he took a step, he suddenly felt that the sea of consciousness talisman hanging above his head was slightly rippling due to the return of the ghost spirit. The position of the talisman that can trigger the military path changed again, and a new life was born.
Come up with a mysterious symbol.
This should be because the ghosts absorbed the bones of many deceased people in the tombs and peeled off the useful parts for the talisman. This promoted the talisman to regenerate a weapon symbol. Could it be that the creatures of this race also had racial magical powers during their lifetime?
This new weapon symbol looks weird and different. It seems to be carved with thick ink, dark and matte, and it is incompatible with the complicated blood-red strokes on Zhu Jiu's entire talisman.
This made Zhu Jiu a little curious. He wanted to try out what kind of weapons this new weapon symbol could trigger and evolve, and how powerful it was?
Just as Zhu Jiu was about to try, he heard an exciting and clear mysterious bell ringing in the sea of consciousness. It rang three times in a row before it stopped, and silence returned to the sea of consciousness.
Zhu Jiudaqi sinks his thoughts into the sea of consciousness and discovers that the ringing of the bell is originally from the Ten Thousand Spirits List that was transformed from an ancient talisman hanging in the sea of consciousness, and the strength ranking behind his name on the list has also changed.
The number sixty turned into twenty-seven, which greatly surprised Zhu Jiu.
He jumped to thirty-three in one go. This represents a huge improvement in strength. Is it because of the ink weapon symbol just generated on the talisman?
Zhu Jiu's thoughts exited the sea of consciousness, and he couldn't wait to touch the newly generated symbols on the talisman.
The ink symbol glowed faintly, and the situation in this mysterious ethnic cemetery suddenly changed!