Chapter 83 Statue of the Temple General
The dragon's corpse roared, and the sound shook the nine. Although the dragon corpse is not a real dragon clan, its combat power is amazing, not much worse than that of the corpse king general. A corpse king almost killed Yang Jian. At this moment, hundreds of dragon corpses are shot together. How can he resist?
"Beast Soul Release, Wind Eagle King!" The body burst out from the golden wolf king. Yang Jian pinched the magic seal and summoned the wind eagle king from the five elements of beads. At the same time, the golden wolf king was also collected into the five elements of beads.
The Wind Eagle King made a sad eagle sound and appeared at Yang Jian's feet like lightning. As soon as Yang Jian's feet fell on the back of the Wind Eagle King, a wolf tooth arrow condensed by yin gas shot behind him.
A dragon corpse flying in the front of hundreds of dragon corpses spewed out a wolf tooth arrow condensed by yin gas, trying to pierce Yang Jian's body.
Bang!
The three-pointed and two-edged knife was cut back, and the wolf's tooth arrow collapsed on the spot, turning into yin and dissipating in the air. The Wind Eagle King also accelerated his speed at this time, turning into a dark golden streamer and rushing to the sky, and the blink of an eye submerged in the thick clouds.
Ang!
The dragon corpse roared, and only a swooping sound came out. Hundreds of dragon corpses rose up and rushed into the clouds.
The dragon is from the cloud, and the tiger is from the wind. Hundreds of dragon corpses entered the clouds. It was really like a fish in water. The speed was not only not blocked by the clouds, but also increased a little. Yang Jian, who was sitting on the back of the Wind Eagle King, looked at the approaching dragon corpse behind him and was shocked.
"I didn't expect that the dragon corpse was so strong, and the corpse king and general were nothing more than that."
Dragon corpses are all over the sky. Their claws have dried, leaving only scales and bones, and their flesh and blood have already dried up. But even so, the cold light on the scales is still shining, full of vigor, and the sharpness is far more than the best ordinary soldiers.
The dragon corpse was spleen all over, leaving only dragon scales and keel, but Yang Jian did not doubt the strength of their bodies. The magnificent breath surged out of its body, and the whole sky was shaking. The dry dragon claws waved out, and the air could be emptied in an instant, forming a terrible vacuum zone. Yang Jian asked himself that he could not please the dragon corpse. If he was careless, he would be torn alive!
Ang!
The dragon corpse roared repeatedly in the air less than a kilometer away from Yang Jian, shaking the void. Hundreds of dragon corpses roared together, which made Yang Jian's ears numb and almost fell from the back of the Wind Eagle King. The Wind Eagle King was also shaken by the shocking roar. With an eagle, it couldn't help increasing its speed again.
The dragon corpse chased Yang Jian almost a day and night, and in the end, he was chased to a Jedi!
In front of it is a tall mountain peak, shaded by trees, picturesque scenery, and flying spring waterfalls can be seen everywhere. But there is a faint yin in the picturesque scenery. This yin qi was extremely light, almost dispersed by the strong fairy spirit on the mountain peak.
Yang Jian looked up at the beautiful peak in front of him, and he also sensed the strange smell on the peak.
He frowned slightly, and he hesitated a little.
"This mountain peak is located in the middle of the Soul Valley. Other places in the Soul Valley are full of ghosts, corpses are everywhere, and the yin qi is extremely strong, like hell on earth. But the scenery here is picturesque, full of a strong fairy atmosphere, like a fairyland on earth. With such a big contrast, there must be something strange about it. Do you want to rush up or not? Yang Jian was a little hesitant.
"The extreme of things must be reversed. The sky is full of yin qi in the burial soul valley, but here is exactly the opposite of the outside world. This must be a fierce place!" Thinking of this, his heart cooled half in an instant.
There was a tiger's den in the front and a pursuer in the back. Yang Jian was in a dilemma for a while.
"Do you want to break in or not?" Yang Jian is making the final measurement in his heart.
"Fight! Instead of being killed by dragons here, it's better to go in and fight!" Thinking of this, Yang Jian did not hesitate at all. As soon as he patted the back of the Wind Eagle King, the Wind Eagle King sounded and rushed to the peak like lightning.
Ang!
As soon as Yang Jian left, hundreds of dragon corpses rushed to the position where he had just been. The dragons danced wildly and roared loudly. But they just wander under the peaks and don't take a step forward at all.
Hum!
Suddenly, a cloudy wind blew from the top of the mountain and rolled up the dead leaves on the ground. The dead leaves fell to the ground, and all the dragon corpses disappeared. At the moment when the gloomy wind blew, the dragon corpses, like frightened wolves, roared and left the place and fled into the mountains and forests.
The wind stopped, and everything returned to its original state.
Flying spring waterfalls are everywhere on the peak, and the scenery is as beautiful as an unfolding picture. Yang Jian sat on the back of the Wind Eagle King and looked around carefully for fear that something would rush out.
All the way up to the sky, the wind eagle king was as fast as lightning, and flew halfway up the mountain in the blink of an eye. Halfway up the mountain, Yang Jian was surprised to find an ancient temple!
The temple is located on a flat ground halfway up the mountain. It is the size of two football fields. It looks like it should be big. The mana is opened up from the mountain peak. The temple is not big. There are only two buildings in the front and back. In the front row is the hall dedicated to the statue, and behind it is the place where people in the temple rest.
However, I don't know how long this temple has been built. It has long been dilapidated, and there is no one in the temple.
BangDang!
A gust of cloudy wind blew, and the almost rotten iron gate of the temple made a muffled sound. Yang Jian jumped off the back of the Wind Eagle King, and his eyes glanced at the temple in front of him like eagle's eyes.
The temple has been dilapidated, most of the roof of the hall has collapsed, and the roofs in many places may collapse at any time. The gate of the temple is two large iron gates. Above the iron gate is a thick layer of rust. I'm afraid it has been nearly a thousand years.
In front of the temple gate are two stone statues!
These two stone statues are nearly five meters high, carved with two tall and strong men wearing iron crowns! The two strong men narrowed their eyes slightly, holding war guns, and standing upright in front of the temple gate, guarding the ancient and dilapidated hall.
The two big men carved in stone statues are all dressed in armor. They look heroic and extraordinary, like the god of war descending to the earth, with a momentum of looking down on the world.
Yang Jian looked carefully at the stone statue in front of him, and his heart couldn't help moving. These two stone statues are like two living people in his eyes, exuding a compelling momentum.
"These two stone statues are so weird." Yang Jian was very afraid of these two stone statues in his heart.
Stepped up the stone steps in front of the temple gate, and Yang Jian walked to the big iron gate step by step.
Gently pushed open the big iron gate, and he stepped into the temple hall. The temple hall is full of dust, as if it had not been cleaned for thousands of years. As soon as Yang Jian entered it, he felt a musty smell, and the irritating people couldn't breathe well.
Shuting his breath, he looked up and looked around.
The height of the temple is ten meters away, and there are several stone pillars in the hall, which support the whole hall so that it will not collapse. In front of Yang Jian, a ten-meter-high statue attracted his attention.
The statue is carved by a general wearing iron armor, holding a gun, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a cold face like a knife!
This man looks only about thirty years old, and his handsome face is full of a momentum of not being angry. Yang Jian stood in front of this statue and seemed to see himself in his previous life!
"There is a statue of a general in the temple. Who is this general? How can you let future generations set up a temple for him? Yang Jian was secretly shocked. He turned his face, and he looked at other places.
Except for the statue of the general, there are only a few broken tables and chairs in the temple hall, and there is nothing else. Yang Jian walked around the temple hall and didn't find anything.
Looking up at the general statue again, Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed!
"How could this happen?!" He was so shocked that he almost blurted out.
It turned out that the thick layer of dust on the general statue disappeared cleanly at some point, and the whole statue was as bright as new as new!
"What the hell is going on? Can't this god be alive?!" Yang Jian waved his hand and held the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand, staring at the statue in front of him with a wary face.
Wow!
Suddenly, a cloudy wind blew from nowhere. The whole temple was blown by the wind and almost collapsed!
"I would have been silent for thousands of years, and today I finally have a chance to rush out of this cage! Hahahaha..." A cold voice suddenly came from the statue.