Seeing him walking into the altar, the soldiers and guards bowed and retreated, but the eyes of the old monk Yuanjue condensed.

Nie Wendong's long sleeves shook, and a statue of a fist was carved from his sleeves.

With Nie Wendong's actions, there were indescribable changes in the altar, and the originally ordinary altar had a finishing touch.

In his senses, he seemed to have come alive, and he was constantly sucking and spitting out something outside.

"What kind of statue is that? It's neither a god nor a demon, it's like a man or a woman..."

Looking at the statue of the god that looked like a human being and exuded a strange aura, Yuanjue couldn't sit still, and felt a little frightened and subconsciously wanted to stay away.

It was not any statue he knew of, nor was it a famous evil god, neither a man nor a woman, strange and strange, but when he looked at it, he suddenly noticed something strange.

This statue seems to have a considerable similarity to Nie Wendong himself...

"Retreat all!"

Ascending to the altar, Nie Wendong spoke coldly. The soldiers heard this and left the place where the altar was located as if they were granted a general amnesty when they heard it.

Only the Yuanjue on the side of the guardian, and the four guards of Fenghu, Cloud and Dragon, whose breath is still weak, are left.

Huh!

The statue of neither human nor god fell on the altar, and immediately a sound of wind rose from the ground, blowing the magic snails, swelling wind chimes, and hazy mist also enveloped the seven altars.

Yuanjue looked out at him, but could not see through the thin mist, and could only faintly hear subtle and strange whispers.

The syllables are strange, like crying and complaining, not like a male voice, but more like a resentful woman calling for her lover to return, calling for her children to return home, sobbing and complaining.
Chapter completed!