mythical card maker

Chapter 92: The Great Power Returns to Himself?
"What about the statues?"

Zhou Chuan thought about moving on, when the statue was only a few steps away from him.

One of the statues dressed as a soldier has even started to pull a long knife, with a hideous face, as if trying to pierce his heart.

Zhou Chuan stopped at this moment, covered his face with Fengyue Baojian's skull face, and turned around, but because of this action, the motionless statues in front of him came alive one after another, covering their faces His hands began to fall.

Everything seemed to be at a dead end.

With the protection of those six, the current situation is indeed not enough to put Zhou Chuan in a life-and-death crisis, but if he wants to withdraw from this temple, he will completely lose the opportunity to control it.

Losing a material with high potential is still a trivial matter, but if you miss the opportunity to enter the ruins of Montenegro, that is, the city of vain death, it will be a big loss.

In fact, just last night, when the rain was pouring, he went into the tunnel again along the outskirts of Montenegro, and searched for half the night with the help of Fourth Master Ma, but he found nothing.

To be more precise, there is no clue and grip.

Everyone in the world knows that there are relics in Heishan, but no one knows how to get there except Wang Langzhong, who has been dead for many years.

After all, Kyushu masters are not vegetarians.

Just say that Odin, who comes to visit the coastline of Kyushu every now and then, if it weren't for a piece of good leek, which can provide countless ghost materials for the provinces of the Northland, I'm afraid he would have been exposed by some old guys. flipped.

There are indeed ruthless people in Kyushu.

But that is the level of force after all.

The ultimate force can indeed solve most of the problems, but when it has not reached the extreme, it needs some other things as assistance.

Let's say... luck and wisdom.

Zhou Chuan is a very self-aware person. He knows that his wisdom is limited, but is luck such an illusory thing reliable... He really thinks he is the son of luck like the great magister.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help chuckling.

The tunnel, the old monster, and the treacherous temple in front of him are the only three things he knows that may be helpful for entering the city of the dead.

The first two are right there, ready to be explored or questioned.

And the latter...

"Let's see if we can close this first."

Zhou Chuanxin said, changing his body shape back and forth, trying to maintain a balance with the statues in all directions.

But as time went by, the encirclement formed by these statues continued to shrink.

With him as the center, the statues either come face to face, or catch up, the rainstorm falls from the heart of the sky, and the world becomes bright and dark due to lightning.

The image in the mirror is also like an old Caton movie. Every time it flickers, the statue will change.

Right behind Zhou Chuan, the statue of a woman who was the closest to him and the first one he noticed was less than two meters away from him.

Two skinny arms were stretched forward, and his face struggled in pain, as if trying to break his neck.

"Fourth Master Ma."

There was another thunderclap, and that thunderbolt seemed to resound in Zhou Chuan's heart, and an inspiration suddenly appeared in his heart.

According to the setting of the Weeping Angel, these statues were in a non-existent state before, and the real body did not exist in this world, but was hidden in other spaces, such as in the city of dead.

In this case, Seventh Master and Eighth Master could not attack the statue, but similarly, the statue could not hurt him either.

But if it wasn't for getting rid of him, why did these guys approach him step by step?

To give him a heart-warming hug?

That would be bullshit.

Zhou Chuan judged others by himself. According to his thinking, if these statues were set up by him to hide the secrets of the treacherous temple.

Then he must first bring the "victim" the ultimate experience of the underworld by slowly moving and approaching the statue.

Fear, despair, pain, powerlessness...

Until the end of the emotion, let it be submerged by the stone statue and disappear into the world.

Everything is just right, just wonderful.

"Cough cough."

Zhou Chuan coughed twice, barely suppressed the slightly raised corners of his mouth due to the joy of spirit, and then looked at the surrounding statues.

Sure enough, just as he had imagined, four or five statues came to him, but they didn't break his neck, but stared at him with lifeless eyes.

This is a bit different from the Weeping Angel.

However, the setting of the Weeping Angel is, after all, an analogy he pulled out of his mind for the convenience of his own understanding. It is normal for there to be differences.

The only thing that surprised him was that the designer of this statue's treacherous temple was able to be on the same frequency as him, and he was also a real "underworld man".

Thinking of this, Zhou Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

I saw him slowly closing his eyes and opening his arms, as if welcoming the arrival of death.

"Boom."

At this time, Zhou Chuan suddenly heard a soft sound, which should have come from a weak heart.

Soon, countless heartbeats surged like a sea tide.

The rhythm is unified, like thunder.

These guys come alive!

Zhou Chuan was waiting for this moment!

But at this time, he was submerged by the statue.

Countless stone knives and stone swords were placed on his neck, and a pair of sly hands clasped his arms tightly like escorting a prisoner!
With such a short distance, even if the six masters came together, it would be difficult to save him.

He seemed to be too deadly, and there was no way to escape for a while.

But at this critical moment, Zhou Chuan's arms violently exerted strength, his tendons surged like an angry dragon, and the power poured in like a tide, making him growl instinctively.

The next moment, the sly hand that was clasping him was shaken off.

The statue closest to him is like an autumn wheat wave overwhelmed by the wind and sitting in a puddle of water higher than the heel of a sneaker, blowing up ripples.

Zhou Chuan, who was obviously huge in size, slowly moved his right arm. Obviously, he only shared some of Niu Sanye's strength for a short time, but it made his arms extremely sore.

Sharing part of the ability of the spirit card, this is one of the benefits of reaching the gold level of mental strength.

He did do some simple experiments earlier, but this is the first time he has used it in actual combat.

I have to say that the feeling of Wei Li belonging to himself is really good, so good that it makes people obsessed.

But the "summoner" is a "summoner" after all, and his current physique cannot withstand such a great power for a long time.

However, it is enough for emergency use in a short period of time.

"call……"

In the cold mountain wind, Zhou Chuan let out a breath of turbid air slowly, raised his hand lightly to catch a small hammer that was slamming at him, then he grasped it hard, rotated on the spot, and then let go, letting the hammer-holding stone statue He fell down and smashed into the pile of stone statues.

At this time, there were several statues with hideous faces, each holding a sword and coming steadily.

Through the momentary flash of thunder, Zhou Chuan glanced sideways at Fourth Master Ma standing on the tile roof of the treacherous temple with his arms around him, smiled reassuringly, and then turned his head to face the statue rushing towards him.

Under the white thunder, at some point in his hand, half of the lingering flames and phantom chains appeared in his hands.

(End of this chapter)