My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 377 - 355: The Status of Du Shi Immortal Venerate?!!

Chapter 377: Chapter 355: The Status of Du Shi Immortal Venerate?!!

He then knitted his brow and looked towards the shattered sculptures on each divine position, it was all right that Chinese characters had appeared.

Now even the eight immortals have appeared, did this Qinglian Sword Sect, or rather the Shen Hong Realm, still have some connection with the previous life?

"Ancestor, what is this...?" Mo Yunzi, full of doubt, looked at the frowning and pondering Wang Zijia and asked cautiously.

Wang Zijia snapped back to reality and looked at Mo Yunzi for a moment before he remembered where he had felt this deja vu before.

Fishing Drum Brahma Sound, Immortal Elder Temple, riding a donkey backwards, wasn’t this Zhang Guolao?

So, was this the inheritance of Zhang Guolao that he received?

While his thoughts flickered, Wang Zijia didn’t respond to Mo Yunzi, but instead, made a mental move.

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At the bottom of the mountain, Li Lexin, who was organizing the disciples to clear things, was slightly taken aback as a mind charm summon appeared before his eyes.

Wang Zijia’s figure emerged, and just as he was about to speak, he sensed the situation around Li Lexin.

"Hmm? Was the battle below very intense?"

"Reporting to the ancestor, just now, those strange mud sculpture divine fetuses all came to life and began to attack the nearby disciples."

"Fortunately, most of them are not strong, the disciples are currently fighting them, and so far, no major problems have occurred. Does the ancestor have any instructions?" Li Lexin immediately responded.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zijia lightly furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Tell the disciples to clear the mountain range sculptures only and avoid entering any Taoist temples or temples."

"I obey the Ancestor’s Order!" Li Lexin immediately responded.

Wang Zijia then turned off the Charm Summon communication, looked at Mo Yunzi and Ling Yanlan, and finally said to Ling Yanlan, "You go below and take control!"

"I obey the decree!" Ling Yanlan, standing in a bird-like pose, immediately took his leave without any hesitation.

After examining the ruins of the Great Hall and finding no other gains, Wang Zijia turned to Mo Yunzi and said, "Let’s go, let’s continue exploring this place!"

"Yes!" After respectfully responding, Mo Yunzi obediently followed behind Wang Zijia.

The two of them left the Great Hall, descended the back mountain, and headed further into the mountain range.

Looking down from the mountain, one could see various strange mud sculpture divine fetuses had come to life, like stone men, moving slowly towards the front square.

There were also many of them heading towards Wang Zijia and Mo Yunzi.

While quickly moving forward, Wang Zijia waved his hand and a spear materialized. In an instant, it split open and transformed into a sky full of crystal fragments, covering the ground in a fashion akin to a crystal rain.

"Omph... Omph..."

Mo Yunzi next to him also activated his paper donkey. As it roared, a huge water donkey rushed forward.

But before it could get there, it was dumbstruck to discover that the not-so-large hill had been completely cleared by Wang Zijia’s crystal rain.

"Value +3945!"

Despite the increase in his value of several thousand, Wang Zijia still didn’t let up.

There was no other reason, just that the creatures in this Mysterious Domain seemed a little too weak.

Besides that omnipresent quiet curse spread, which was acceptable, it hardly lived up to its moniker of Forbidden Area.

Of course, the situation would be completely different if one didn’t have the means to deal with the curse.

His thoughts flickered as he quickly descended the mountain. He looked at the more than sixty threads of incense in the center of the sky dome, one of which had pierced into the mountainside on the left.

Based on previous experience, there was a high probability that there was a legitimate remnant of a God Statue there.

Without any hesitation, he rushed towards that mountain peak.

With fifty or sixty mini spears floating around him, he would shoot out a spear every few moments as he ran, clearing a large area of sculptures that were slowly converging towards him.

Mo Yunzi had also found the knack of it, quickly acting when the strange creatures were scarce, quickly sweeping them up, or helping Wang Zijia clean up the small fry that fell through the cracks.

In this way, the two of them quickly dashed through the mountain range, stopping to take a look whenever they came across a Taoist temple or a temple.

Without exception, they were almost all empty.

A moment later, the two of them came to another temple. Before they could approach, the two of them stopped their movements.

At the entrance of the Great Hall, a statue, its body chipped and full of cracks, with a single leg and in an extremely broken state, stood quietly as if waiting for them.

The statue seemed unable to leave the temple, standing at the entrance, its stone eyes staring at them, appearing somewhat strange.

The two of them, being watched by the statue, felt a cold sensation sweep over them. It was as if a ghost had entered their bodies, cold and rigid, their limbs losing control.

"Go!"

A chopstick-sized spear flew out from Wang Zijia’s side, quickly growing larger as it moved forward, and in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a crystal red long spear.

The god statue sculpture stared at the spear and it froze in flight.

"Crack!"

However, no sooner had the spear stopped flying than it suddenly exploded. Under the immense impact, countless crystal fragments hit the statue, which had no means of defense, and instantly followed in the previous one’s footsteps.

Wang Zijia once again found an identical round bead-like strange object in the pile of rubbles.

Wisps of strange fog emanated from it, flowing into Wang Zijia’s body and continuously attempting to erode him.

Wang Zijia paid no attention to these, instead stowing it away with a flip of his hand.

After entering the Great Hall, it was yet another temple hall.

However, it seemed to have changed from its previous form of greeting pilgrims to a temple format. It was no longer open to the outside but instead for disciples to worship.

After a big search, apart from some stones, there was nothing else to find.

With a furrowed brow, he once again left the Great Hall. Outside, more sculptures had gathered again.

Mo Yunzi was standing at the entrance controlling more than ten water donkeys, which were ramping around amidst the crowds, continuously kicking the mud sculpture divine fetuses into pieces.