Under Ran Jing's suggestion, Du Kang and the other two came to the second old dormitory building again. The three of them were ready to fight at any time. Anyway, the seal had not been broken, and the red-robed ghost king was restricted. The three of them were enough to fight. Of course, it would be better if they could find the way to seal the ghost king. After all, the red-robed ghost king's cultivation was terrifying, and he was not someone to be trifled with.
"It's here."
Du Kang walked to the stone statue of Confucius with Weiwei and Ran Jing. He pointed at the stone statue and said, "This stone statue has an inexplicable divine power. Sister Cang Jin couldn't enter because of it. I was even blinded by the divine light it released."
"Really?
Let me have a look. "Weiwei patted Du Kang's shoulder and motioned him to step aside.
"Heaven and earth open, the moon sets and the sand is bright. Demons and monsters, my life is revealed!"
She held the Shing Wong Divine Seal in her hand and chanted an incantation. A ray of golden light rushed out from the divine seal and landed on the statue of Confucius. The entire statue was illuminated in a dazzling golden light as if it was cast from gold.
However, in the end, it only lasted for an instant. A resounding clang rang out from within the stone statue like a longsword being unsheathed. A majestic aura soared into the sky and scattered the golden light. Even Weiwei was shaken and staggered back five or six steps, a look of astonishment appearing in her eyes.
Ran Jing frowned and stepped forward. She reached out and touched her waist. When she raised her hand again, there was a small bronze mirror in her palm. It was only the size of a palm, with eight sides and eight sides. The front was red and the Eight Trigrams were carved on it.
Ran Jing flipped her left hand, and a purple talisman appeared between her two fingertips. She stuck it to the center of the mirror, and suddenly, a blazing red light rushed out. The temperature was shockingly high, and even Du Kang felt like he was thrown into a steelmaking furnace. In an instant, his body was covered in hot sweat, and he couldn't help but back away.
"Yin Yang Mirror!
Xiao Pang, come to me quickly. "
Weiwei turned pale with fright when she saw the small mirror that Ran Jing took out, and then she raised her hand to activate the City God Seal, causing a myriad of golden lights to envelop her body. At the same time, she called out to Du Kang to hurry over.
At the same time, the blazing red light fell on the stone statue. The originally dark gray surface of the stone statue also became scarlet red, like the color of magma, as if it was about to melt.
"A scholar must be resolute. He has a long way to go!"
Suddenly, a low voice sounded out from the stone statue. The voice was like a thunderclap that rumbled and shook the surroundings. Smoke and dust fell from the top of the statue's head, and the red light dispersed.
"Ah!"
Ran Jing exclaimed and threw out the Yin-Yang Mirror. It fell on the ground and broke into a dozen pieces of different sizes with a soft sound. The light was flowing and then it dimmed in a flash and became an ordinary object.
"Jing Jing, are you okay?"
With the City God Seal on top of her head, Weiwei rushed to Ran Jing's side with the Dragon Tongue Orchid in her hand. She grabbed Ran Jing's wrist and looked down. Ran Jing's white and tender palm was actually charred at this time, and it was still emitting green smoke. The unique burnt smell of barbecued meat wafted in the air.
Looking at Ran Jing who had tears in her eyes as if she had suffered a great grievance, Weiwei frowned and widened her almond-shaped eyes. The Dragon Tongue Orchid in her hand trembled, and a sword cry sounded like a dragon's roar. She rolled up her sleeves and was about to rush forward. "F * ck, do you believe that I will cut you with my sword? Come out if you have the guts!"
The tip of the Dragon Tongue Orchid pointed at the stone statue. The three of them waited for a long time, but there was no movement at all. Weiwei just kept holding the sword. She looked at the two people on her left and right with a little embarrassment. It was really a little embarrassing. She secretly clenched her teeth and suddenly turned her wrist. The Dragon Tongue Orchid sprinkled cold light onto the stone statue. She was actually really going to cut this stone statue.
"Weiwei, wait!"
At the critical moment, Ran Jing suddenly made a move. She blocked Weiwei's Dragon Tongue Orchid with her sword. She shook her head gently at Weiwei and persuaded, "Weiwei, now is not the time to be impulsive. This stone statue is very likely to be the seal of the Profound Yin Ghost Cave. If we rashly destroy it, the Red-robed Ghost King and the tens of thousands of ghosts in the cave will rush out. It will be bad for us!"
Weiwei angrily withdrew her Dragon Tongue Orchid. She curled her lips and muttered, "Do you think I'm stupid?
I'm waiting for you to stop me. Otherwise, I won't go crazy to cut this broken stone. "
"What did you say?" Ran Jing pretended not to hear it and turned to ask Weiwei.
"Go, go, go. Go away. Xiao Pang, come and try it."
Weiwei beckoned Du Kang to walk to the front of the stone statue. She pressed her hand on the stone statue and used her Divine Sense to feel the inside of the stone statue.
This time was different from the first time. This time, Du Kang's Divine Sense could not go in at all. He only felt that everything in front of him was blurred. There were bursts of crying and reading. Before he could figure out what was hidden inside, his Divine Sense had to retreat.
"Well, I seem to understand a little. Xiao Pang, Weiwei, you two step aside. Let me try." Ran Jing said and walked forward. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white and tender arms.
Her small hand pressed on the top of the statue. She closed her eyes and sent a wisp of Divine Sense into the stone statue. Outside, Du Kang and Weiwei were prepared for the worst. As long as there was a change, Du Kang would immediately take away Ran Jing, and Weiwei would bring up the rear.
Not to mention Weiwei and Du Kang, Ran Jing's Divine Sense entered the stone statue. She only felt dizzy. When she looked up, it was dark above her head. She couldn't see the sun, moon, and stars.
Looking down, her feet stepped on the void. Ran Jing found herself floating in the air. Below her was a vast desert. The color was as red as blood. It was very frightening.
Broken limbs were everywhere on the desert. A gust of cold wind blew. Heads were rolling everywhere. Shrill screams were heard. It was as if the screams were tearing people's souls apart.
An earth-shattering rumble suddenly came from the sky. Ran Jing heard the sound and turned her head. She saw a black line rushing over from the distant sky. In less than a moment, it was already under her feet. Ran Jing saw it clearly. It was an innumerable number of vengeful ghosts.
Smoke and dust filled the air, blood splashed everywhere as endless malicious spirits and vengeful spirits rushed over. They were like a swarm of ants, like a surging flood, advancing courageously towards a gate not too far away.
It was a huge door shrouded in gloomy clouds and gloomy fog. If it wasn't for the ghost tide rushing over and the ghost cries dispersing the fog, Ran Jing wouldn't have found it. It was because the door was too big. It was so big that it didn't look like a door anymore.
It stood between heaven and earth. It was like a pillar that supported the heavens. The gloomy clouds and gloomy fog shrouded the surroundings, drowning it.
Ghost cries and screams were heard. Countless vengeful ghosts rushed over, dispersing the gloomy clouds. A huge bronze door appeared in front of Du Kang.
"Boom!"
Finally, the ghost tide fiercely slammed into the bronze door, producing a roar as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was sinking. The entire space was trembling, and red lightning struck down and landed in the ghost tide, causing countless malicious ghosts to be scared out of their wits. Even so, the malicious ghosts and vengeful spirits continued to charge forward, wave after wave, continuously slamming into the giant door.
"A scholar must be resolute. The road is long!"