There's a skull dungeon attached to my basement

There's no need to force it open.

"Let's leave a little dignity for the departed."

Thinking this way, Xiao Yang abandoned the idea and turned his gaze to other things in the dark cave.

That futon was also a piece of equipment, although its quality wasn't that great.

[Purifying Futon

Quality: Excellent

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Effect: Clears the mind and calms the spirit

Ending: This grass is so cool, it's so comfortable to sit on, let's use it to weave a futon.]

The effect was not bad, it could be added to the Dungeon Living Set. He put away the futon, and finally, finally, there was the statue of the Many-Eyed Taoist.

This was a wooden statue, the Taoist on the statue sat extremely upright, wearing a Taoist robe, cross-legged on the futon, sitting straight, posing in a five-hearts-to-heaven posture, as if he was cultivating.

Up to this point, everything was ordinary, and there didn't seem to be anything too outrageous, but as soon as one's gaze shifted and landed on the face of the Taoist statue, everything changed.

An extremely large number of eyes, one after another, not the kind of symmetrical divine eyes with an unspeakable majesty, but a mass of eyes huddled together and crowding the entire face.

It was an evil god statue, or an evil spirit, in any case, not a statue of any normal fellow.

Xiao Yang didn't have a good attitude towards such things.

He casually picked it up and fiddled with it in his hand, not afraid of being targeted. He completely embodied the saying "a man with many lice is not afraid of fleas."

"If you have the ability, go to the Land of Rot to find him!"

While fiddling with the statue in his hand, Xiao Yang actually discovered a clue. He tapped the statue with his finger, and a crisp sound appeared.

"It's hollow, is there something inside?"

After realizing this, Xiao Yang became a little interested, but in the subsequent exploration of the wooden statue, he didn't find any mechanisms or openings.

The problem appeared, was there really something inside, and even if there was, how was he going to open the statue?

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Yang had an idea.

"Actually, it's simple."

As long as one didn't care so much about the integrity of the wooden statue, it would be fine.

Although doing so might not be respectful to the fellow the statue pointed to, it wasn't a big problem, he didn't respect evil spirits or evil gods in the first place.

It was still that sentence.

"Welcome to the Land of Rot to make trouble for me!"

Of course, if they really came, he would still be a little afraid. Guests were welcome, but they should first have a fight with the Pale Hand before coming to make trouble for him.

He started to exert force on his hand, and amidst the creaking sounds, the wooden statue didn't change at all. This wasn't normal. With Xiao Yang's current strength, ordinary things were basically no different from tofu to him, but he couldn't do anything to this statue.

Something different appeared, a layer of golden light rose from the wooden statue.

However, he didn't give up on this situation and put the statue on the ground.

He really didn't believe in this evil.

"Come on, let's see if you can withstand this!"

The Rusty Great Axe was held in Xiao Yang's hand.

From the world Xiao Yang was born in to the Skeleton Dungeon to the Heavens, the status of a certain school of thought had indeed declined to a certain extent, and sometimes relying on it alone couldn't solve all problems.

But that was only a small part of the situation.

Xiao Yang was an absolute implementer of this school of thought, and he highly admired it.

So, what was the name of this school of thought?

[Mechanics]

A heavy axe slammed down on the wooden statue, and in an instant, the golden light reappeared, but this time, it didn't last long and shattered amidst creaking sounds.

A strange roar sounded.

Xiao Yang vaguely saw a mountain of flesh and blood, a mountain of flesh and blood covered in eyes.

And then, and then there was no then.

"This guy is a psychopath, is he showing me a slideshow here, only one slide, and it's a flash, and then it's over."

He felt that this guy didn't respect him enough.

Xiao Yang made this evaluation of the too abrupt arrival scene.

This guy even complained that the scene was too small.

It was hard to say whether he now had a big heart or had been trained by the Pale Hand to be a little adapted.

To some extent, he was really becoming a professional evil god countermeasures officer, and he was really about to become like an evil god, in every sense.

He skipped all this.

Xiao Yang's gaze fell on the split wooden statue. He did this just to see what was inside, but disappointingly, there wasn't much inside the wooden statue, only one thing.

Only a yellowed old piece of paper.

… … … … .

In the solidified world.

When Xiao Yang smashed the idol, it wasn't really that nothing happened. At this time, there was a fellow here raging helplessly.

Just now, he had been pushed back face-to-face by an ant.

Rule coverage, world stagnation, dungeon generation, this set of processes could be called the strongest sealing technique in the heavens. Even real evil gods had been suppressed by this set of dishonorable combo moves, let alone this inferior product that had only stolen a trace of authority.

However, this set of processes wasn't completely flawless. Being locked by the dungeon rules naturally meant that one could also escape through the dungeon rules.

Xiao Yang's actions just now gave this Many-Eyed Immortal Venerable a chance.

If he could contaminate Xiao Yang, then Xiao Yang, who left this dungeon, would be able to pull a part of him out of the dungeon.

It was a pity that he couldn't do it. How should I put it? If I were to describe the situation of the arrival just now.

An opportunity appeared, and he recklessly sent his power and will out. He began to invade Xiao Yang's soul, and then there was no then.

A pale, multi-armed god slapped the Many-Eyed Immortal Venerable fiercely.

A contamination ritual didn't even have time to begin, and it ended like this.

He was directly insulted.

Even an evil god, no, the Many-Eyed Immortal Venerable could only be considered an evil spirit. He was far from being worthy of the title of evil god, and he was also unworthy of his name, Immortal Venerable.

Although the one who slapped him actually wasn't worthy of the position of evil god for the time being, but how should I put it.

"There is also a gap between the positions of evil spirits and evil spirits."

His purity was still too low.

Helpless rage, frantic struggle, but helpless.

This situation perfectly explained a sentence.

"I'll give you a slap to see if you're still going crazy!"