As evening approached, the setting sun turned blood-red, illuminating the dark mountain.
Zhou Chuan sat cross-legged under a tree next to Quanfeng Valley, resting to recover his strength while gazing at everything in the valley from afar, waiting for the Red-faced Ghost to arrive.
This place is located at a windy place. Sometimes the wind blows, sand and rocks fly, and strange shadows appear.
The air currents as fast as arrows shuttled through the stone forest, making sharp sounds like the howling of wolves and tigers, the wailing of ghosts and gods. It was truly a dangerous place.
In order to avoid being blown by sand and stones on his face, Zhou Chuan put on a face guard early on, and his clothes were made of windproof material that could maintain body temperature.
But even so, the environment here still made him feel a little uncomfortable, as if the entire space was a magnetic field filled with negative energy, with a cold breath floating in it.
Being able to grow up in such a place, the red-faced ghost must be no easy target.
"call."
Zhou Chuan rubbed his hands and watched the sky gradually darken. As the waning moon rose into the sky, the strange noises in the Circle Wind Valley seemed to become more intense, as if countless monsters were running and wailing.
"get ready."
As Zhou Chuan spoke lightly, the Black and White Impermanence hidden in the darkness immediately began to move, transforming into two streams of light, occupying the two slopes of Quanfeng Valley, one in the east and one in the west.
Zhou Chuan himself stood on the shore, carrying cards such as Dark Peach Blossom Spring and Mirror of Romance in his arms in case of emergency.
I waited and waited, and after an unknown amount of time, there seemed to be something strange in the strange sound of the wind, just like when a suona suddenly appeared at a music festival, and everything became different.
"coming."
Zhou Chuan stared at the bottom of the valley and saw a huge ghost about several feet tall with a ferocious face running in the wind, constantly making deafening roars, even the forest of strange rocks began to sing sadly.
Just based on his aura, this guy was ranked second among the dark creatures Zhou Chuan had ever seen, only below the mysterious Odin. This couldn't help but make him a little worried.
The Seventh Master and the Eighth Master are powerful, but they only have silver-level mental strength after all, and cannot bring out the true power of the two. What if they lose? Should they play it safe and win this game first
But almost the moment this thought came to his mind, Zhou Chuan put it out of his mind.
This is his personality. Once he decides to do something, he will never lose.
He has more than just the Seventh and Eighth Masters in his cards. If it really comes to that, he will use the Dark Peach Blossom Spring, the Underworld Magic Day, and the Mirror of Wind and Moon to get it at all costs.
Not just for the material, but also for creating an indomitable spirit!
What red-faced ghost? Just beat him up!
"Seventh Master, Eighth Master, it's time to go to work!"
As Zhou Chuan's voice sounded, two shadows, black and white, flew out at the same time. The red-faced ghost was about to roar when a mourning stick was placed across his throat. At the same time, chains circled around him like a strange python, and sharp claws and hooks all pierced into his ghost body.
"Waaaaah! Kill!"
The red-faced ghost screamed and struggled, and its two muscular arms suddenly exerted force, as if a mad dragon was swimming through it, and it actually shook the offensive of the Seventh and Eighth Masters.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Chuan immediately mobilized his mental strength and poured it into the bodies of the Black and White Impermanence without any hesitation. The power of both of them increased instantly, but the red-faced ghost seemed to be competing with him, and he used all his ghost power to catch up again.
Zhou Chuan also became ruthless upon seeing this. After drinking a bottle of mental recovery potion, he exerted all his mental strength, which had been honed many times and was already quite strong.
The Black and White Impermanence, who had always been as silent as withered statues, roared for the first time ever. It was as if their shackles had been opened. Their bodies grew taller in the wind, and in the blink of an eye they grew to several meters long.
At this time, the Seventh and Eighth Masters put down their weapons and allowed the red-faced ghost to punch them.
Hei Wuchang simply blocked with one arm, and then used his other hand to circle and wrap the soul-hook chains around his forearm and fist. He threw a punch filled with thick yin energy and with the momentum to destroy a mountain, and hit the red-faced ghost heavily on the chest.
The body of the big ghost really became a little darker, and Bai Wuchang took advantage of the situation and swung the mourning stick. In an instant, ghost howlings were heard, and the red-faced ghost was smashed heavily to the ground.
Mr. Ba caught up immediately and unleashed heavy punch after heavy punch, like meteors falling from the sky. As he punched, the red-faced ghost's body got closer to the brink of collapse.
Seeing this, Zhou Chuan, who was already extremely tired, immediately raised the soul-calling flag and jumped into the valley.
Seeing the situation, the Eighth Master immediately caught him, and the Seventh Master took the white banner. With the help of his magic power, the red-faced ghost was directly beaten into a residual soul. After a while, under the effect of the soul-summoning banner, it regrouped in the blank card and turned into a piece of purple material.
Zhou Chuan couldn't help but chuckle. His hard fight was worth it. With this thing, even if he didn't have much energy left, there was a great chance that he could make Lord Jia come down to the world.
"Why risk your life? It's just the materials. I can get as much as I want."
At this time, a voice was heard, and Zhou Chuan saw the owner of the Guimen Inn, whose surname was Wang, slowly walking towards him. He was still old and hunched, like a wisp of smoke, as if he could be blown away in the strong wind in this wind valley at any time.
“It’s really beautiful.”
Old Monster Wang looked up at the Black and White Impermanence who were protecting Zhou Chuan with great emotion, and a strange light flashed in his dark eyes: "Do you want to take me as your master? If you want to follow the path of ghosts, I can provide you with the greatest help."
"Um?"
Zhou Chuan put one hand in his pocket, opened his cell phone, and answered Mr. Fu's emergency call.
"In this world, I am the ancestor of using ghosts. Even Old Man Fu has to admit this. If you want to take this path, you can't get around me anyway."
Wang Laoguai's voice was a little hoarse, like a broken blower: "Don't think that your Zhao family in Long Province is so powerful. They are just a bunch of frogs in the well. They have some fame in the local area, so they think that the world is just like this."
Hearing this, Zhou Chuan couldn't help but smile.
What Old Monster Wang said was quite interesting. He said that the Zhao family was a frog in the well, but he didn't realize that he was just a toad in the pond beside the well.
He thought Zhou Chuan took the road to the underworld because he had talent and opportunity in this area, but he didn't know that Zhou Chuan chose this road to start simply because this game had four battle paths defined.
If the organizers had chosen other themes such as Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, emperors, civil and military officials instead of demons and monsters, then the path he took would have been very different.
To place him in the Demon series just because his current deck is full of cards is a bit short-sighted and narrow-minded.
"I don't know what your relationship with Mr. Fu is, but he is my grandfather. Do you really want to accept me as your apprentice and make me a generation younger than him?" Zhou Chuan suddenly laughed easily.
"You're so sharp-tongued. Do you really think I'm afraid of that old guy?" Old Monster Wang said coldly.
"So, you are very strong?"
Almost at the next moment, the old but powerful voice sounded beside him. Old Monster Wang subconsciously relied on the skill card to rush dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye. Sure enough, the next second, a sword fell from the sky and landed at the place where he had just stopped.
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