Song Chengbo, Bian Shiyan, and Qi Qiubing came here for a very important matter. Now that he heard Ning Cheng say this, he was unwilling to conflict with Bian Shiyan for Ningcheng's affairs, and simply said," If this is the case, then we will go in first. Fellow Dao Ning, be careful yourself. Remember that in the Temple of Fallen Stars, you cannot use divine consciousness, and your cultivation level will be much lowered by the rules."
After Song Chengbo finished speaking, he walked between the two giant pillars first, and did not say hello to Bian Shiyan. He was obviously dissatisfied with what Bian Shiyan said. Seeing Song Chengbo going in, Bian Shiyan and Qi Qiubing also went in. Qi Qiubing didn't say a word from beginning to end.
Ning Cheng didn't immediately follow, but prepared something that might be used and put it around his waist. Song Chengbo said that after entering, his spiritual sense would not be available and his cultivation level would be suppressed, which made Ning Cheng very grateful to Song Chengbo.
If he doesn't even use the storage ring after entering, what if he needs a pill and magic weapon? Because he couldn't use his divine sense, the magic weapon Ning Cheng took out was the Nirvana Spear. If there is no divine consciousness, the effect of the Nirvana Spear is definitely stronger than the ordinary magic weapon.
After everything was prepared, Ning Cheng passed through the two pillars and entered the Temple of Fallen Star.
As soon as Ning Cheng entered, violent storms swept over. Ningcheng simply
If you don't stand firm, you will be swept away by this knife-like storm. Countless crushed stones hit him, causing a faint pain. But when he looked back at this moment, where were the two huge pillars behind? This is equivalent to saying that even if he wants to return now, it is impossible.
Sure enough, it was impossible to use the divine sense, even if Ning Cheng was the starry sky conscientious of the sea, he couldn't use his divine sense in this place. He could barely stabilize his body and fell down.
At this time, he had the opportunity to look at the surrounding scenes. The surrounding area was gray, all covered with gravel and undulating stones like the Gobi Desert. The howling wind swept over the boundless rubble and rubble bag, and rolled these rubble and whizzed past.
These rubbles hit Ning Cheng from time to time. If Ning Cheng is not a post-nirvana cultivator, this kind of rubbles will be wounded by the wind. Fortunately, these violent winds are not considered to be space storms. There is no spatial factor in them, just violent winds. Occasionally one or two huge stones flew up, and they were both blocked by Ning Cheng with the Nirvana spear.
Ning Cheng walked a few steps forward, there was no southeast, northwest at all. After entering here, he seemed to have entered a large desert. But the sand here is not fine sand, but gravel.
Since entering Yixing Continent, Ningcheng has experienced numerous crises. The squally wind in this broken rocky desert, strictly speaking, is really nothing. When he entered the wasteland of time, he also experienced the suppression of his consciousness in the sea of twilight. However, relying on himself later, the divine consciousness can still be extended out slowly, relying on his starry sky knowledge of the sea.
At this time, Ning Cheng cautiously walked forward, while constantly stretching his spiritual consciousness.
Ning Cheng's efforts were not in vain. One day later, he finally stretched out part of his spiritual consciousness. From the first one foot, slowly to one foot. On the tenth day, his spiritual consciousness could reach ten feet or so, and at this time the surrounding storms gradually became smaller.
He seemed to have reached the edge of the broken rocky desert. As soon as Ning Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, his spiritual consciousness swept across a swift blade of space. Anxiously, Ning Cheng could only fall on his back, and the blade of light brushed past his chest.
Ning Cheng was shocked in a cold sweat. If his spiritual consciousness could not be released, he would not be able to split him in half at this time. It is estimated that he would not feel well. This is still the situation with his Nirvana Spear in his hand, otherwise it would be even more dangerous. Sure enough, as Song Chengbo said, there are crises everywhere here, and after you come in, you must be prepared to fall at any time.
He hadn't encountered any danger before because he was still on the periphery. After entering the inside, there really was an abrupt spatial wind blade. This is the first one, there are definitely more to follow.
He was almost split in half by the Space Wind Blade, but the Maha Tianyuan Fruit he wanted didn't even have a shadow. In Ning Cheng's view, it is absolutely impossible to grow spiritual grass in this endless gravel desert.
If Song Chengbo hadn't lied to him, it would be that he was going in the wrong direction. It's a pity that Ningcheng doesn't have a map jade slip for Fallen Star Temple. The only thing he can do is to keep moving forward.
The storm that swept over the rubble was gone, and the abrupt spatial wind blades became denser. This kind of spatial wind blade is without a trace, without warning. For monks with divine consciousness, the threat is not too great. But for monks whose divine consciousness cannot be released, this threat is a constant threat to their lives.
Ning Cheng's divine consciousness can already be released for about ten feet, and he is still very careful. Divine consciousness of about ten feet is not a safe distance.
After walking for dozens of miles, there is still a gravel Gobi desert at my feet, but the storm has completely disappeared. One by one statues fell on the gravel beach, and occasionally there were some half-pillars erected crookedly between these broken statues, looking shabby and desolate.
At this moment, a stern scream came. In this empty place, Ning Cheng could hear clearly, the scream of this scream was loose and waved.
There was something wrong with Song Chengbo, and Ning Cheng became even more vigilant. He shifted his direction slightly and walked in the direction of Song Chengbo's screaming. If he can, he doesn't mind helping Song Chengbo.
After a half-pillar of incense, Ning Cheng stopped, looking at the statue in front of him, he felt chills in his heart. In front of him was a statue with half of his face missing, inserted into the ground at an oblique angle, his feet were out of sight, and there was only one arm.
It stands to reason that Ning Cheng has seen too many such statues, and he doesn't need to get chills. It was not this statue that made Ningcheng chill, but a hand of this statue.
The hand of this statue was dripping with blood, and there was a rag on the finger. Ning Cheng and Song Chengbo had only been separated for only a few days, and he could tell at a glance that this piece of rag belonged to Song Chengbo. To be sure, Song Chengbo screamed just now because the statue in front of him caught him.
A clay sculpture actually grabbed Song Chengbo, a strong man in the heavenly realm, and injured Song Chengbo, which was a bit weird.
Ning Cheng's divine consciousness passed through this clay sculpture, and he soon felt something was wrong. This statue is indeed a clay sculpture, but there are clay sculptures of blood vessels, clay bones, and even a clay sculpture of the heart.
Ning Cheng entered the starry sky cultivation, his nerves were already extremely tough, and this clay sculpture still made his scalp numb. As an array mage and refiner, he doesn't know how to refine puppets, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to refine puppets.
This statue is not a puppet, absolutely not. On this statue, he did not see any engraved formations, nor did he see any traces of refinement.
Thinking of this weird scene, Ning Cheng was about to take a step back, and his surroundings suddenly solidified. Immediately, the space he was in didn't seem to belong to him anymore, the space was abruptly sunken, and then he approached the palm of the statue that was still stained with blood in an unrestricted manner.
"The law of space..." Ning Cheng said in shock, this is a trend to break his stomach.
Panicked, Ning Cheng couldn't care about anything else, and the Nirvana Spear in his hand smashed the palm of his hand. His most powerful magical power, sunset evening.
The collapsed space stopped in an instant, and the palm of the statue finally did not pass through Ning Cheng's chest, and Ning Cheng's Nirvana spear blasted onto the palm of the statue during this pause.
"Boom..." A dull humming voice came, and Ning Cheng was blasted out by the powerful counter-attack force.
Seeing that he was about to hit another statue again, Ning Cheng's Nirvana spear turned around again and swept away again. There was another impact, and Ning Cheng barely landed on the gravel ground.
Ning Cheng clenched the Nirvana Spear in his hand, horrified in his heart. Just now, the clay sculpture compressed the space and brought him closer. It was not the law of space, but it was similar to his supernatural power, which used supernatural power to simulate the supernatural power of space. If it is really the supernatural power of space, the sunset and dusk of his moment will not be able to reverse the decline.
What horrified Ning Cheng was not the simulated supernatural power, but the palm of the clay sculpture. His Nirvana spear and the palm of the clay sculpture blasted together, making Ning Cheng clearly feel that this was not a clay sculpture, but a flesh. In other words, these clay sculptures looked like statues, but in fact, they were like humans, possessing flesh.