Fantasy: It turns out that I have become Immortal

Chapter 58: The Stone Statue of Full Recovery

Lin Mubai swept all the way, and soon reached the end of the square. What caught his eye was a large plain, and in the distance was the huge light source.

Countless law runes are carved on the plain, and a thin barrier divides the square and the plain into two.

Lin Mubai frowned, "What is this?" Immediately, he raised his hand and punched, and cracks spread, and then, Peng, the huge barrier shattered instantly. A huge amount of immortal energy rushed out like a tsunami.

Lin Mubai stood on the spot, only to feel a gust of wind whistling past, and the breath of inner strength rushed to his face, Lin Mubai was overjoyed: "After a long time, it turns out that this is also a world of martial arts."

With a slight movement, Lin Mubai turned into a black shadow and ran towards the huge light source.

When the huge amount of immortal energy spread out, on the square behind Lin Mubai, the endless stone statues began to vibrate, and then fully recovered one by one.

When Luo Nan woke up, he saw Mu Zihan and Mu Qianxun, looking at the front with a serious face. On the boundless square, countless stone statues were slowly turning, each statue Above all began to spread a huge coercion.

"It seems that they are about to fully recover." Mu Qianxun said with a slight frown on his face.

As soon as Luo Nan looked at the endless stone statues, without any hesitation, he grabbed Mu Zihan and gently drew the rune of the law with his fingers.

Mu Qianxun was stunned for a moment, "Oh, it's really ruthless." Mu Qianxun shook his head and moved the rune of the law with both hands.

This endless stone statue will bring disaster to everyone in the small world of relief.

After ten breaths, countless stone statues rushed out of the square and spread out toward the boundless relief world. A massacre began. On one side were stone statues full of immortal power, and on the other side were mortals who had lost their spiritual power. .

In the whole small world of relief, countless cultivators are wailing, and the stone statues are slaughtering frantically. After each cultivator dies, a ray of white light will float out, towards the end of the world, the distant light group will fly out.

The entire relief world is full of bloody aura, and there are broken limbs and stumps everywhere. Countless cultivators have gathered together, and various laws and runes have been portrayed. However, facing the army of stone statues, they are still vulnerable.

Ling Xiaoyun was covered in blood, with a miserable smile on his face, "I thought I would finally be able to break through the Tribulation Transcendence Realm when I went out this time, but I didn't expect that I couldn't get out at all."

Su Ciyang supported Ling Xiaoyun, his face pale: "This time, I cheated you. To tell you the truth, in fact, Mr. only asked me to take care of me, and didn't let me in at all. I thought too much myself."

Jian Wudi, who was beside him, had an ugly expression on his face, and he scolded: "You bastard, Laozi believes you are evil."

The old monk folded his hands together and said repeatedly, "If you have greed, there will be evil consequences, and you can't blame others for everything."

Ye Zhantian was holding a long spear, and his murderous intent was awe-inspiring, "It's okay, there is indeed a great opportunity here. If it wasn't for these immortal-level stone statues suddenly appearing, I would definitely break the mirror after going out. Life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky."

Ling Xiaoyun looked at the black army of stone statues in front of him, and smiled miserably: "Old ghost Su, honestly, you met Mr., is it true? If that one really comes, maybe we can still be saved."

Su Ciyang's face was hesitant. He only glimpsed a figure, but he couldn't confirm whether it was Lin Mubai. At this moment, if he said it, he was afraid that he would give these desperate people some unnecessary hope.

So Su Ciyang shook his head. Hope in despair is equivalent to poison. Once hope is lost, these people will be useless without dying. He dare not give an answer easily.

Jian Wudi sighed, "I didn't expect that in the end, the guest died in a foreign land. If he doesn't die this time, Laozi will never come to the Eastern Region again."

In the distance, an army of black stone statues came surging forward, and countless people painted the runes of the laws they understood at the same time, and began their final struggle.

Su Ciyang roared, "I'm sorry everyone, I killed you all. In the next life, you can settle accounts with me."

At this moment, a voice spread between heaven and earth.

"Hey, what the hell is this?"

Then, a huge finger, like a giant pillar of optimism, descended from the sky, pressed a finger into the army of stone statues, and then swiped it casually. In an instant, thousands of stone statues shattered and turned into dust in the sky, and then the finger was closed. went back.

Countless cultivators were sluggish on the spot, and the entire battlefield was silent. After a few breaths, a loud cheer erupted.

"God, what is that? Is that a finger?"

"Crushing over ten million immortals with one finger?"

"What is that existence?"

"Is it an immortal? What kind of immortal can kill thousands of immortals with one finger?"

"Too strong, too strong, who is that?"

"I didn't expect such a person to exist among my cultivators."

"Finally don't have to die?"

. . . . . . . . .

Ling Xiaoyun slapped Su Ciyang on the back of the head: "Old ghost Su, didn't you say that the expert didn't come? You scared me to death, I almost thought that this time I would die."

Su Ciyang said calmly: "Isn't this a surprise for you? How about it, is it a surprise? Is it irritating?"

Ling Xiaoyun said angrily: "It stimulates you to be a big head."

Jian Wudi froze in place, and murmured: "That one is so powerful that with a single finger, he completely wiped out the army of stone statues?"

Ye Zhantian was also in shock, "What kind of strength is this to be so relaxed and casual?"

The old monk folded his hands and remained silent, his eyes full of yearning and worship. *