Chapter 860

The stone wall in the underground space is cut down a lot of debris, the tadpole characters and murals on the wall are all bright, leaving no trace.

The underground space is shaking, and the broken stones cut by sword Qi are falling from the top of the head.

The ground is more like being ploughed over and over again. All of them are deep sword marks, and countless deep marks have been split. The deepest one is hundreds of meters deep.

In a moment, none of the disciples, Dharma protectors and elders of the witchcraft cult who attacked and killed chuxuan did not survive. They did not even leave a trace, as if they had passed through the world from the future. Only the smoke and blood in the air filled the air to tell the world what had just happened here.

The elder saw that the situation was not right just now, so he took a token from his sleeve robe and pressed it on a groove of the bronze statue of Wuzu, which made the bronze statue of Wuzu burst out with a strong green light. After the green awn, there was a strong witch spirit. Both wrapped the elder.

Unexpectedly, Zhuxian sword Qi failed to break the light and the witchcraft Qi. The elder shivered and hid in it. His eyes were sinister and he roared wildly at Chu Xuan: "boy, you are really powerful, but after Wuzu's appearance, you just don't know how long you can persist."

After the elder's speech, his hands were printed in the air. At the same time, he bit his tongue and spewed out a stream of pure Yang blood, which was sprayed on the bronze statue of Wuzu.

Buzz, buzz

If you don't close it, you can see that it's not like a bronze horse.

Then, the eyes of the bronze statue of Wuzu opened, and the muscles on the face beat a few times, as if they were really alive.

With a click, the two bronze arms of the bronze statue of Wuzu were raised and folded in front of the chest. The lips were humming gently. A very obscure syllable burst out from the bronze statue's throat.

Chu Xuan felt that his mind was affected by an inexplicable force. He was dizzy. Then his mind was rippling, and the sound waves echoed in his heart.

Soon, he seems to have lost control of his body, a chain congealed in his body, and his soul and divine sense were imprisoned.

Chu xuanqiang was guarding the Lingtai, keeping his mind clear and bright. He was shocked. Unexpectedly, he met the same scene that was locked by the power of faith.

However, this time, the chain is stronger than the power of faith.

"Is this the source of sorcery? It's worthy of being the Wuzu. Even a trace of the spirit can burst out such a powerful energy. " Chuxuan's heart flashed a little horror. He had already seen through it. It was not the resurrection of Wuzu, but a trace of Wuzu's remnant thoughts left in the bronze statue of Wuzu. It should be specially left to protect his inheritance.

"Ha ha, isn't your sword good? In front of the bronze statue of Wuzu, everything is dregs. If you are a dragon, you have to dish it for me. If you are a tiger, you have to lie down for me The great elder thumped and scolded in the sorcery that wrapped him.

Chuxuan body can not move, more can not speak, but the heart is disdain: "I would like to see how long you can persist."

Chuxuan found that he could not fight against the source of witch Qi controlled by him under the will of Wuzu, so he could only choose to spend time.

Sure enough, the witch spirit in the elder's body is constantly being swallowed up by the bronze statue of Wuzu. His body is slowly becoming shriveled, and his eyes are gradually dim. His face has become pale and frightening, just like a fierce ghost.