Chapter 11 The Back of the Four Iron Sword Statue
This view is desolate both inside and out.
There were dead branches everywhere, which creaked when stepped on. A cold wind blew across the ground, chilling people to the bone.
There is an altar in front of the main hall. The incense ashes have long been gone, and it is now mottled with copper. The four words "Peace in the World" are engraved on it with such force that they are difficult to be destroyed by wind and frost over the years.
Ji Lingche stood in the yard and could vaguely see a tall statue deep in the dim hall.
Ye Qingchen paused and said in a deep voice, "There doesn't seem to be any demonic aura."
He put his fingers together in front of his chest, and a curtain of light fell, covering the entire temple, just in case.
"Go into the hall and take a look."
Ji Lingche responded and hooked her fingers behind her back. A few tiny fallen leaves on the ground flew silently into her hands and then slid into her sleeves.
The two entered the hall and saw a tall statue standing in the shadows.
The statue was very eye-catching and peculiar. Ordinary statues were painted with colorful lacquer and gold, and were as exaggerated as possible, but this statue had no color at all and was completely black.
He lowered his head, looking down at the believers who came to kneel and worship, as if with a compassionate divinity.
The statue was made of unknown material, it was black and smooth, with a satin-like texture. Its expression could not be seen - a huge cloak covered its entire body and face, revealing only a smiling mouth. It looked indescribably strange in the dim hall.
Ye Qingchen couldn't help but sigh: "I think this is the statue of the Imperial Master Ping An. It is truly unique."
"But it's too lonely now."
He waved his hand, and the old red candle on the altar began to emit black smoke. After a while, it suddenly burned up, the flames leaped, and the hazy light suddenly enveloped the statue, making the statue look softer, and the corners of the smiling mouth looked even more weird under the candlelight.
Ji Lingche frowned: This...this isn't right?!
First, the authentic statue does not have a smiling face, and definitely does not have this kind of enchanting feeling.
Second, don't ask her how she knows.
The dignified Imperial Master was a man of high moral integrity, dedicated to saving all living beings. Who could tell her what this ghostly creature before her, neither immortal nor demonic, was?!
Ji Lingche: "...Uncle Master, have you ever seen the statue of Master Ping An before?"
Ye Qingchen: "I haven't seen it yet."
Ji Lingche: "Uncle Master, do you... feel that there's something wrong with this statue?"
Ye Qingchen turned around and looked at her: "What do you mean?"
Ji Lingche was about to speak when her eyes suddenly moved, as if something was secretly watching her. She quickly glanced over there and suddenly found that there were two small figurines standing on the left and right of the statue of the national teacher.
When Ji Lingche looked at the girl figurine on the right, the figurine's eyes moved slightly, and then quickly recovered!
Ji Lingche pointed at the figurine and shouted exaggeratedly: "Ahhhhhhhh, it moved Master Uncle!!"
Ye Qingchen reacted extremely quickly. Before Ji Lingche could finish his words, a cyan sword light suddenly appeared, splitting the figurine in half from top to bottom along the center line. After a moment's pause, it fell to the sides.
Suddenly, a woman with no hands or feet and a torso less than half a person's height appeared in the middle!
The man seemed to be frozen in place, something seemed to be surging under his snow-white skin. His eyes were bloodshot and dark red blood was flowing from the corners of his eyes, dripping down his chin and onto the ground.
As soon as the terracotta warrior was broken, a strong demonic aura was instantly revealed!
Ye Qingchen thrust a sword technique at the "woman's" forehead. If the figurine made the slightest movement, it would be pierced through immediately. He said coldly, "Are you Miss Ximen?"
The woman opened her mouth with great effort, revealing half of her black fangs. It seemed as if two things were fighting each other inside her broken body. Her expression was distorted, and the strange black silk under her skin kept moving, as if trying to drill out of her skin!
The woman was struggling to say something. Ye Qingchen listened intently. She used all her strength to utter one word: "...Run!"
Suddenly, there were two loud and heavy noises, and the gate of the temple and the door of the main hall closed quickly one after another!
Then, the statue of the national teacher began to creak and actually started to spin on the spot!
You can vaguely see something carved behind the statue.
Ji Lingche thought to himself, "Uncle Master, we must not let the back of this statue turn around!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingchen held the statue tightly.
But the black silk quickly spread all over the body of the figurine, completely seizing the sovereignty of the body. It fell to the ground with a thud, screaming continuously, and the limbs that were cut off grew back -
It is black, thin and long, with the front end as sharp as a knife.
Its body also swelled up, becoming round and bulging. It crawled like a spider, jumped up, and pounced on Ye Qingchen who was trying to stop the stone statue from turning!
Ye Qingchen drew his sword, and a sharp sword wind burst out, instantly cutting off the "limbs" of the terracotta warrior. Black blood burst out, but the terracotta warrior sword howled loudly, rolled over, and actually grew new limbs!
It is even longer and sharper, with the front claws as sharp as a blade that can cut iron or mud, and they are deeply embedded in the ground when crawling!
The statue was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it seemed that there was an endless power under the seat of the statue. It was spinning little by little. Ye Qingchen was unable to resist it with one hand. He had no time to care about the spider woman figurine. He could only clasp his hands together and hold the statue tightly.
The spider figurine lost Ye Qingchen's shackles, and its body suddenly grew several times larger. Its skin and flesh were stretched so tightly that it seemed as if it would explode at any moment.
"Spider-Man" made a disgusting noise, knowing that Ye Qingchen's cultivation was very high and difficult to deal with, he tilted his head and shifted his gaze to Ji Lingche, drooling and staring at her with a sticky look.
Ji Lingche was concentrating on looking at the male figurine on the left side of the statue at this time. He reached out and knocked on it. Good, it was empty.
So the question is, where did the stuff go?
The "Spider Woman" rolled over and dodged Ye Qingchen's sword. She raised her front legs, leaped up, and stabbed Ji Lingche's back with her claws!
Ji Lingche suddenly felt a gust of cold wind behind her, and a foul smell hit her face. Ji Lingche didn't turn around, and a thin and delicate leaf came out from her sleeve. She flicked the willow leaf in her hand backwards -
The willow leaf flew out and lightly touched the Spider Woman's forehead, then instantly stretched out and turned into a lightsaber, violently piercing through the Spider Woman's entire body!
The Spider Woman seemed not to react to what was happening. Her entire body was split into two by the strange spiritual pressure and exploded.
Foul-smelling blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Ji Lingche dodged and hid behind the male figurine. He did not get any blood on himself, but the male figurine was covered in blood and flesh.
With a snap, a black bead from the flesh that exploded in the air fell to the ground, rolling around and trying to roll towards the statue. Ji Lingche raised his foot and crushed it into powder!
Ye Qingchen, on the other hand, was completely distracted. It seemed as if there was an endless evil pressure under the huge statue. He could only feel the burning heat of his golden elixir. If he didn't relieve the pressure, the elixir would be destroyed and he would die!
The statue slowly started to burn from the base, turning the entire statue red, and there seemed to be a raging fire burning underneath.
Ji Lingche looked at him and thought, Ye Qingchen is worthy of being from the same school as Qu Wuji. He has managed to hold on for so long. His cultivation must be close to the Spirit Transformation Realm, right?
But the statue continued to turn little by little, just like a key slowly opening a door.
Ji Lingche knew what was under the statue.
There are more than 4,000 Ping'an temples, and under each statue is the entrance to the Abyss of Eternal Ashes.
The entrance was tightly sealed by the statue. Once the statue was turned over, it would be like opening a door to suppress the demons.
Blood flowed from the corner of Ye Qingchen's mouth, and veins bulged.
The statue had already turned halfway, and a dark red magma-like evil aura was seeping out from the cracks in the ground. Suddenly, dry black hands stretched out from the cracks in the base.
The flesh on that hand was tightly attached to the bones, and the nails were long and sharp, and it suddenly grabbed towards Ye Qingchen.
Ye Qingchen put his fingers together as a sword and cut off the countless ghost hands, but the statue turned a few inches.
The demons stretched out half their shoulders, screaming and pushing the statue, intending to completely unscrew it. In a moment, they struggled to squeeze out from the crack!
Lumps of black and red faceless humanoid flesh crawled out from the dark red cracks and pounced on them with their hands and feet. For a moment, mucus and saliva flew everywhere.
Several blue-white sword lights suddenly appeared, and all the demons were cut in half, with blood splattering everywhere. However, it was already impossible to stop the statue from turning away completely, and demons kept crawling out of it. Ye Qingchen only realized at this moment that the lair of demons was actually under the statue.
He shouted, "Wanwan, hurry up and leave here with Shangjin! Go find your master!"
Ji Lingche struck the tightly closed door with his palm, and the heavy door of the hall was suddenly opened. Gusts of cool wind blew into the hall from the courtyard, and Ji Lingche jumped out of the hall.
Looking again, the statue had completely turned around, with its back facing forward, and the ugly carvings were clearly visible.
It turns out that this statue is a double statue, the front is the Imperial Master, the back is——
The Lord of Demons.
I saw that the figure carved on the back was also a human figure, but it seemed to be wrapped in black gauze, as if it had been burned to a pulp by a fire, and only the gauze could hold the remaining flesh.
Ye Qingchen looked at the back of the statue and was stunned. His heart was beating wildly and he was gasping for breath.
Black flames burst out from the gap, wrapped around the corner of his clothes, and then turned into a solid object, covering his entire body, strangling him tightly. He tried to drag him hard, but couldn't move him.
Ye Qingchen held the sword across his chest, with the intention of dying together with him: "Unweapon Sword Soul——"
"Are you going to summon the sword spirit to perish together with you?" Ji Lingche said from a distance outside the hall, "Don't do anything stupid, uncle."
Things haven't come to that point yet.
It's just a door.
I wish I had a sword, Ji Lingche curled his lips coldly.
She took a few steps back, stood outside the hall, and blew a long whistle.
Suddenly, the leaves of the big willow tree behind him fell to the ground, and in an instant it grew taller and stood upright, turning into a group of thin and elegant green-robed monks!
I don’t know what kind of strange magic it was, but the cultivator transformed from the willow leaf looked no different from an ordinary person at first glance.
If you look closely, you can see dark green lines faintly emerging on their exposed skin, like the veins of a leaf.
The leaves kept falling, as if they were inexhaustible. The blue-robed monks all hung their heads at this moment, as if they had no souls.
The sacrificial spirit smiled coldly: "Kill all the beasts that crawled out, leaving no one alive."
As soon as she said this, the monks who had their heads bowed suddenly raised their heads, and suddenly turned into real people.
The scimitar in his hand was narrow and thin, with a cold sheen.
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