Chapter 63 Ask God

But he said that Gu Qingshan had a flower in front of his eyes and found himself rolling from the air into a large hall.

He stood up and looked around carefully.

Yes, this is really a typical ancient building.

On both sides of the hall, there are two rows of figure sculptures, which are ancient monks with different expressions.

The ten ancient monks are different, the only thing they have in common is that they all have a long sword.

"Ancient Sword Cultivator." Gu Qingshan murmured.

When these sculptures saw people, they turned their heads and looked at Gu Qingshan.

"Junior, can't you greet me when you see me?" a sculpture shouted.

Gu Qingshan smiled and bowed, looking into the depths of the hall.

In front of the main hall, there is a deity enshrined.

Gu Qingshan walked to the statue of the gods and checked it carefully.

This is a god in golden armor, holding a mountain in his left hand and a strange long sword in his right hand, with a solemn expression.

Gu Qingshan's eyes stayed on the sword.

The whole body of the long sword is dark black, and five deep nicks are evenly distributed on the body of the sword, giving people an inexplicable feeling of heart palpitations.

- This is the god pattern.

The divine pattern is more advanced than the rune, it captures the creation of the world, and with a single scratch, its power can trigger the change of the world.

Gu Qingshan looked at it seriously, and then looked behind the statue.

An entire wall with a height of five people, on which images are drawn with thick ink and colors.

Gu Qingshan glanced at the murals. These murals told the heroic deeds of ancient monks who fought against demons under the leadership of gods.

The god who helped the cultivator fight against the demon was the god on the main seat.

At the end of each fresco, the monk sacrifices himself and defeats the demon as the ending.

Taking a closer look, those ancient monks were exactly what the ten sculptures in the hall looked like.

Ten ancient monks, ten heroic and heroic sacrifices, only for the continuation of the human race.

Admirable indeed.

Fairy Baihua has always respected this kind of person, no wonder she told herself to be careful and not be rude.

I'm afraid she herself did the same.

In the center of all the murals, there is a one-eyed monster, stepping on a black cloud, holding a city in his hand, and sending it to his mouth.

Around the monster, ten ancient swordsmen, led by the gods, surrounded it.

Each sword cultivator had a solemn expression on his face, holding a long sword in one hand and holding a strange magic formula in the other, pointing at the monster.

Look at this scene, they are trying to ban monsters.

This painting occupies the largest area, and all around are densely packed with divine patterns.

According to common sense, these divine patterns are also used to ban monsters.

Gu Qing Shan looked at the monster.

The monster seemed to be aware of it, and turned around with a single eye, staring at Gu Qingshan.

"It seems to be banned in the mural." Gu Qingshan muttered.

Gu Qing Shan glanced again, turned around and walked back to the first statue.

On this statue, there is a middle-aged cultivator with a national character face, wearing a white frost-colored robe, and the long sword in his hand is also threatening.

It was he who asked Gu Qing Shan before.

Gu Qingshan saluted again and respectfully asked: "Dare to ask how senior sacrificed?"

The statue held its head high and said, "It is worth exchanging one body for the lives of 100,000 souls."

Gu Qingshan asked: "Can you tell me in detail? Let me pay tribute to the senior's demeanor."

The middle-aged cultivator looked down at Gu Qingshan and said, "The spirit of the deity is besieging the demon in the mural, and I have no time to tell you in detail."

Gu Qingshan looked at his sword, and saw two small words engraved on the connection between the hilt and the blade.

"Frost Congealing".

Gu Qingshan nodded silently, and then said: "I am also a sword cultivator. I dare to ask what the sword technique used by the predecessors? In this way, you can also admire the senior's style a little - this can always be said."

The middle-aged cultivator said proudly, "You Huo Tian Yuan Sword Art."

Gu Qingshan cupped his hands and said, "I have been taught by you."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the next statue, still saluted, and asked respectfully, "Dare to ask how the senior sacrificed?"

The statue was a handsome young man. Hearing the words, he said: "Killing thousands of demons with one body, exhausted and perished."

"Can you tell me in detail? Let me pay tribute to the senior's demeanor."

The handsome young man also looked at Gu Qingshan and said, "A certain spirit is besieging the big demon, and he has no time to tell you in detail."

Gu Qingshan nodded and said: "I'm also a sword cultivator, dare to ask the name of the sword technique used by the predecessors?"

The handsome young man said, "The Sacred Sword Art of Wugou."

Gu Qingshan said suddenly: "In this way, senior is a rare thunder-type spiritual power sword cultivator, which is really admirable."

The handsome young man looked at him and said, "It's good that you know."

After hearing this, Gu Qing Shan completely relaxed.

He walked towards the front of the main hall and came to stand in front of the statue.

A long bow suddenly appeared in his hand.

Gu Qingshan slowly drew out an arrow, pulled the bowstring, and pointed straight at the statue.

The god statue suddenly opened his eyes and shouted like thunder: "Bold! You are a little mortal who dares to draw a bow at this god, so hurry up and kneel down and kowtow to apologize, or I will send you to reincarnation in an instant!"

Gu Qingshan smiled and said, "I am a demon. I came here this time to liberate the monsters on the murals."

The ten sword cultivators were all in an uproar, waving their long swords one by one, and rising from their bodies with awe-inspiring sword energy.

"Evil, I will take your life!"

"Damn monster, you are dead!"

"Come on!"

Their voices are as loud as the sky, and in the next second, they will use the peerless swordsmanship.

Outside the green jade screen, the palace maid's face suddenly changed, and she said, "What is this boy crazy!"

Her hands quickly squeezed the tactic, and in an instant, the seal was completed.

After another flick of her finger, as long as she draws her spiritual power into her hand, the spell will be activated.

But at this moment, the palace maid's mind moved, and she did not mobilize her spiritual power for a long time.

She stared at the green jade screen without blinking, and for a while, a strange expression suddenly appeared on her face.

in the hall.

Gu Qing Shan waited for a while, but those sword cultivators still didn't pounce.

"Hateful!" the square-faced middle-aged cultivator shouted, "All my spiritual power is used to seal the demon, and there is only a trace of spirit left, so I can't kill this beast."

"Me too."

"me too."

The swordsmen sighed in unison.

Gu Qingshan looked at the statue in the center of the hall, pulled the bow into a full moon, and released his hand.

brush!

Arrows brushed past the ears of the statue and bombarded the murals, blasting half of the wall into ruins.

The swordsmen closed their mouths.

The hall fell into an eerie silence.

Gu Qingshan picked up an arrow expressionlessly, drew the bow again, and aimed at the statue.

"Sorry, I slipped my hand just now, I must aim this time." He apologized.

The idol said nothing.

Gu Qingshan drew the bow full and said, "You don't want to say anything? After all, you won't have a chance to speak again soon."

The idol suddenly said: "Aren't you afraid that I will release the peerless demon?"

Gu Qingshan said: "I don't believe how powerful a group of swashbuckling cultivators have to suppress demons."

The statue asked, "What is your intention in slandering the ancient sword cultivator so much?"

"You are forcing me to say it, but if I say it, you won't be able to keep it up." Gu Qing Shan laughed.

The idol did not speak.

Suddenly, a loud female voice came from the hall: "Go ahead, make things clear."