As the last ray of heat merged into his body, the statue in front of Zhang Yu shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of dust.
He withdrew his hand and put his gloves back on.
He felt that the source energy contained in this statue was not that much. If placed in the Xueyang Divine Kingdom, it would be an ordinary god at most, and it was far from being able to match the three main gods of Xueyang.
It's no wonder that the golden feather came in just now, but only destroyed the statue and then flew out. It was obvious that he didn't take this alien god seriously.
But this is just an isolated temple standing on the periphery. It is probably just a god responsible for guarding the periphery, so it is impossible to tell the upper limit of the power god here.
He walked out of the temple, tiptoed a little, soared into the sky again, and flew in the direction where the monks had just left.
Judging from the observed traces of the Seal of Seer, at least half a day had passed since the killing.
These monks should be trying to kill the natives on the way to prevent their whereabouts from being exposed, so they can speed up the next part of the journey a little bit.
Half a moment later, he entered a wetland full of lakes. White long boats floated on the shore. The lake was covered with petals. On the shore stood a larger temple.
This should have been a beautiful picture, but now it looks destroyed. The temple has collapsed, broken pillars are buried in the soil, and there are tattered corpses everywhere with glistening blood.
It flows down the river bank and into the lake.
Zhang Yu saw from the sky that a huge head of a strange god fell in front of the temple. It opened its empty eyes to the sky, and around it were pieces of broken limbs of the god.
Obviously, the alien gods enshrined in the temple here felt the invasion of foreign enemies, so they descended spiritually and leaned over the statues to fight against the invading monks.
He checked with the Seal of Foresight and found that the entire battle lasted only five or six breaths. During this period, only one mid-level monk made a move. This person, like Hui Yuanwu, was also a monk who was good at close combat. It was just a very light punch.
, shattering this alien god on the spot.
Since the statue of the god had been destroyed, there was no need for him to stay here, so he continued to move forward. Along the way, he saw two more destroyed temples, and the statues inside were also destroyed.
As the terrain gradually opened up, he gradually discovered that the alien gods in these temples looked more like the lords of a certain land, scattered over this vast area.
Therefore, there should not only be strange gods on the path you are on, but there should be many more in a wider range.
And this brings up another question: where is the "spiritual gate"?
After all, only by finding the location of the spirit gate can we master this "boundary gap".
On the way down, he found that Wan Ming and his group were obviously aware of this, so the monks dispersed from each other and flew in different directions.
He thought for a moment and decided to move forward.
As he expected, every time he advanced a certain distance, he would see an isolated temple. However, there were no fierce battles along the way. This was because the monks who passed by had destroyed the statues first.
It should be that the previous battles made these monks realize that allowing the gods to descend spiritually would only cause trouble for themselves, so they adopted a more labor-saving and simple method.
Fortunately, the damage to the statues was not very serious and was still generally intact. Therefore, when Zhang Yu passed by these places, he absorbed the source energy from them and then continued to move forward.
As time went by, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the monk in front of him.
A moment later, another temple appeared in his sight, and in front of this building, a monk in silver robes was standing there. He seemed to be asking two indigenous gods kneeling in front of him.
talk.
Suddenly, with a wave of his sleeve, the two natives lost their heads and fell to the ground.
It was obvious that the monk was asking the natives about the possible whereabouts of the spirit gate, but it seemed that he did not get the answer he wanted.
Zhang Yu did not dodge this time, and flew directly towards the person's location. If Wan Ming and others gathered together, he would not choose to go forward, but since they were dispersed, there was no need to be as careful as before.
The monk in the distance seemed to be aware of it at this time, and turned his head to take a look. After seeing Zhang Yu's appearance, he was startled for a moment, and then his expression changed slightly, as if he recognized him.
The man turned around and faced Zhang Yu, and then a strange figure with four ears appeared behind him. At the same time, the sound of rushing water was heard around him. In just a blink of an eye, the water all around was swept up together, with a surging force.
The momentum rushed toward him.
The light in Zhang Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and the Cicada Sword beside him suddenly flew out. This time, the speed of the sword was not very fast, and both the enemy and ourselves could clearly distinguish the trajectory of the sword light's attack.
At this moment, the monk suddenly received an urgent warning from the observer, and immediately realized that the flying sword was powerful, so the shadow behind him moved for a moment, then turned into waves of water and rushed out, trying to block the sword light.
However, the sword light seemed to know his movements in advance, and it avoided it just right every time. After dodging more than a dozen times, it sneered and passed through the man's chest.
The monk lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief. Then his knees softened and he fell to the ground heavily.
When the last blow came, the tip of the Cicada Sword shook subtly a few times. He had to follow the observer's prediction and deploy his mind to the place where the sword light might come, but the flying sword happened to come from him.
The weakest point penetrates in and directly cuts off his vitality.
He tried hard to raise his head and glance at Zhang Yu, his lips moved, but only a wisp of blood gushes out of his mouth. As he exhaled his last breath, his head drooped heavily on his chest. After a while, there was no more blood.
There was movement.
Zhang Yu watched this scene quietly. He didn't have any superb skills in that sword strike just now. He simply relied on the Seal of Foresight to take one step ahead of the enemy, suppressing the opponent from beginning to end, so that the opponent could only follow his rhythm.
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This seal really helped him a lot, especially when combined with his fighting style, it seemed to have an unexpected effect.
But what's interesting is that all monks who practice Xiaoyin get their visualization pictures from monk Hunzhang, so none of them are the same.
But when the other party released the visualization picture just now, he also saw a similar visualization picture in the "Seal of Seal". Logically speaking, this cannot be done, because the Seal of Seer is just a summary.
Some information cannot display unknown things.
He guessed that this might be because he had seen the visualization pictures of various Taoist sects before, so Seal of Seer found some similarities in them.
After turning his mind, he glanced at the monk's body meaningfully, ignored it, turned around and walked towards the temple. He could feel that there were still living beings there.
Not long after he left, a faint spiritual light suddenly appeared above the monk's body. But before he could escape, many strange figures suddenly appeared in the surrounding atmosphere, stretching out their slender arms to grab him.
He grabbed him and dragged him to an invisible realm without a sound.
After Zhang Yu stepped into the temple, he ignored the corpses scattered on the ground and walked non-stop towards the back hall, and soon came to a palace made of gold and copper.
The gorgeous altar was covered with flower petals, and there were jars of sesame oil. However, there was no statue of the god on the top altar, but only a gold cup with exquisite patterns engraved on it.
He looked towards a corner and was about to move forward when a white shadow flashed and he saw a small white lion blocking him in front of him. It let out a low childish roar, bared its teeth at him, and looked like it was trying to use his power.
Its tiny teeth intimidated him.
He turned around and looked around. In the side corridor, there were two majestic white lions as big as hills. However, they both fell to the side at this moment. They were obviously killed by the monk just now.
Judging from the golden rings on the white lion's feet, it should be closely related to the supernatural gods and divine will here, and it is likely to belong to the spiritual creatures guarding the temple.
Seeing that he refused to retreat, the little lion rushed up and tried to bite him, but was easily pushed away by his heart light.
At this time, there was an exclamation. Behind the altar, a little girl about seven or eight years old with jet black hair came out. She looked at the little lion with an anxious face and said in spiritual language: "The powerful god from outside,
Please don't hurt Namor, he poses no threat to you."
In Zhang Yu's eyes, this little girl was glowing with light. There was no doubt that she was a god or demigod.
The little girl looked at him without any fear, and now she took the initiative to stand up, obviously having a certain amount of courage.
He suddenly thought, this place is different from Dongting. There are many supernatural gods who choose to cooperate with Qingyang Shangzhou, and they are not necessarily enemies. Killing indiscriminately is not the right approach.
Seeing that he seemed to be thinking, the little girl held her hands in front of her chest and said: "Powerful foreign gods, I know what you are looking for. I am willing to tell you the road to the land of divine relics. I just pray that you let Namor go."
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Zhang Yuxinguang pushed the little lion in front of the little girl. The latter squatted down and hugged the little lion. She opened her bright eyes and said gratefully: "Thank you, you are different from them."
She thought for a while and said: "For powerful foreign gods, you can walk north along the red fruit trees. When you see the highest mountain peak, look at the statue of God Mota. You can see where the eyes of the gods are looking.
