Eternal Tranquility

As soon as you step onto the 839th floor, the gusts of cold wind will chill you to the bone.

The sky was as dark as night, the ground was pitch black, and the shadows of the trees in the wind were like evil ghosts with bared fangs and claws, as if they would pounce at you in the next moment.

Liu Qinghuan narrowed his eyes, feeling the heavy pressure that was suddenly imposed on him.

This floor was actually set up with a very strong no-fly ban!

And just opposite, on the hillside just a few dozen feet away from the entrance, there stood densely packed stone sculptures.

All of these stone sculptures had ferocious expressions, some with their eyes wide open and their hands open as if they were about to pounce, some leaning forward with their fists clenched as if they were fighting with someone, and some kneeling on the ground with their knees begging.

They seemed to be suddenly frozen in a certain moment, motionless in the darkness, but as if they would come alive at any time.

Liu Qinghuan raised his hand, and a green light flew out like an arrow from a string, landing on the nearest stone sculpture, which was looking up at the sky with its mouth open.

"Crack!"

The stone sculpture had one arm chopped off, and Liu Qinghuan was slightly stunned: It didn't break?

Another green light flew out, more solid than the previous one, like a green moon blade, splitting the stone sculpture in half, separating its head and body.

The stone sculptures around it did not react to this, still standing motionless in the darkness, lifeless.

Liu Qinghuan frowned, thinking.

From the bald heads and clothes of these stone sculptures, they should be Buddhist monks, but they have a strong ghost aura, which is very strange.

"Master, flying in the air is prohibited here, and there is only the middle road. It seems that we must pass through the stone sculptures."

Yue Yi pointed to the rugged stone road between the two hills, and his voice was very low, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping ghosts.

"Yeah." Liu Qinghuan nodded and said, "Let's go."

His tone was calm, and he ignored the strange and terrifying atmosphere around him. His steps could even be described as somewhat leisurely.

Yue Qian and the other two were like they were facing a great enemy. They followed Liu Qinghuan, one defending one side, and carefully passed through the stone sculptures with different expressions.

The surroundings were silent, with only the slight sound of their footsteps. A crow suddenly flew out of the haystack and scared Fu Bao with a croak.

Fu Bao was the most nervous among the few people, because he had the lowest cultivation level. If there was a sneak attack or attack, it would definitely start from his side...

Thinking of this, he walked around a stone sculpture holding a stone hammer, and was greeted by another stone sculpture with crooked eyes, a garlic nose, and a mouth full of rotten teeth.

"Master, these things were living people before, otherwise they wouldn't be so lifelike!"

"They must have been cursed when they were alive, so they turned into stone sculptures." Liu Qinghuan's voice came from the side and front: "Don't be careless, they are dead now, there may be a few living ones hiding inside..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Bao saw the ugly stone sculpture with rotten teeth blinked, and the hand that was originally hanging on the waist suddenly had a dagger, and stabbed him fiercely!

Fu Bao was startled, screamed "Wow", and his figure instantly left several afterimages and dodged to the side.

But he heard the sound of wind behind his head tighten, and a stone hammer hit his head, directly destroying one of his afterimages, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Bang!" The soil and rocks flew, and a big pit appeared on the ground.

Fu Bao appeared behind the ugly stone sculpture and kicked the other side's waist fiercely, kicking the guy forward and knocking down the stone sculpture swinging the hammer.

"You bastards, I told you to scare me!" He drew out his sword and chopped at him, cursing.

But the ugly stone sculpture rolled on the ground very flexibly, turned around and raised his neck, and a black gas gushed out of his mouth!

"Fubao, be careful!" Yueqin exclaimed.

Faster than the sound was the black flame, which hit the face of the ugly stone sculpture and burned the black gas away.

A sound of breaking through the air was heard, but it was another stone sculpture that climbed up and swung the hammer at Fubao again.

This guy was very powerful, and Fubao didn't dare to take it head-on, but he was fast and dodged it again.

Who knew that he appeared again, and the stone sculpture next to him came alive again, opened his arms and hugged him, frightening him so much that he screamed and ran away.

But Youyan and Yueqin couldn't help him, because there were also stone sculptures around them that came alive, jumping around, and were very difficult to deal with.

The forest suddenly became lively, accompanied by Fubao's ghostly howling, which dispelled some of the coldness here.

Liu Qinghuan did not take action, allowing the three spirit beasts to deal with the stone sculptures, while he walked to a broken stone sculpture to take a closer look.

The gray stone was surprisingly hard and still emitted heat, but it did not melt under the burning of the hellfire, but only black holes appeared.

Liu Qinghuan changed his vision and saw wisps of gray-white smoke escaping from the holes, but it did not dissipate, but floated forward.

"Interesting!"

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Liu Qinghuan stood up, looked into the distance, and as if he casually stretched out his hand, the stone sculpture that was about to attack him was pinched by his neck.

He looked at the other party's dull eyes, grabbed his left hand at the center of his eyebrows, and a gray-white shadow was pulled out by him.

The shadow twisted wildly in his hand, like a flexible worm, with countless black spots faintly visible on its body.

"Words?"

But those black dots were too small, and only some strokes could be seen, but it was unclear what the words were.

Liu Qinghuan had some vague guesses, and golden fire emerged from his hand, burning the shadow.

His eyes passed through the mountain peaks, as if he saw a tall tower in the clouds.

He turned his eyes and shouted towards the hillside in a frustrated manner: "Fubao, stop playing, and come back and fight!"

Fubao was chased by more than a dozen stone sculptures, and was chased all over the mountain, wanting to cry but without tears.

"Master, I'm not playing! They kept chasing me, I, I didn't dare to stop!"

You Yan chased after him, smashing the stone sculptures with flames, and said leisurely: "Yes, you keep running, don't look back!"

Yue Yan turned back to his original body, Tianluo Tanlang, with a crescent mark on his forehead that had vaguely taken shape, and he bit a stone sculpture into pieces in one bite.

Liu Qinghuan shook his head helplessly. Fortunately, after passing this hill, there were fewer strange stone sculptures, but!

Below the hillside was a river, and the stone beach by the river was extremely wide, with statues of monks holding iron bars and half wearing cassocks lined up in an orderly manner.

Solemn and solemn, and spooky.

As soon as they appeared, the monks turned their heads and stared at them.

"Huh!" Fubao gasped, and stood there, not knowing whether to put down his raised foot.

Others also stopped moving, and felt terrified under the stares of so many eyes.

"There must be tens of thousands of people here, right?" Yueqin looked at Liu Qinghuan and whispered, "Who on earth made so many people look like this..."

Liu Qinghuan did not answer this question. He took a step forward and heard the sound of swords and armor on the riverbank.