"What about these statues?"
Zhou Chuan continued to move forward while thinking. At this time, the statue was only a few steps away from him.
One of the statues dressed as a soldier had even started pulling the long sword, with a ferocious face, as if it was about to pierce his heart.
At this moment, Zhou Chuan stopped, covered his face with the skull mask of the Mirror of Wind and Moon, and turned around. However, because of this action, the statues that were originally motionless in front of him came to life, and the hands that covered their faces began to fall.
Everything seemed to be at a dead end.
With the protection of those six people, the current situation is indeed not enough to put Zhou Chuan in life and death crisis, but if he withdraws from the temple, he will completely lose the opportunity to control it.
Losing a material with great potential is not a big deal, but missing the opportunity to enter the Black Mountain Ruins, also known as the City of the Dead, would be a big loss.
In fact, just last night, when it was raining heavily, he entered the tunnel again along the outer edge of Black Mountain. With the help of Master Ma Si, he searched for half a night, but to no avail.
To be more precise, there is no clue or handle.
Everyone knows that there are ruins in Black Mountain, but no one knows how to get in, except Wang Langzhong, who has been dead for many years. Otherwise, the Ghost King of Black Mountain would not have had the opportunity to act so arrogantly for so many years.
After all, the masters of Kyushu are not vegetarians.
Take Odin, who often comes to stroll along the Kyushu coastline. If he were not a good leek, able to provide countless ghost materials for several provinces in the north, he would have been overthrown by some old guys long ago.
There are indeed ruthless people in Jiuzhou.
But that is the level of force after all.
Extreme force can indeed solve most problems, but when it has not reached its extreme, something else is needed as an aid.
For example... luck and wisdom.
Zhou Chuan is a very self-aware person, and he knows that his wisdom is limited. But can something as illusory as luck be reliable... Do you really think he is a son of luck like the great magician
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle.
The tunnel, Old Monster Wang and the strange temple before him were the only three things he knew that might help him enter the City of the Dead.
The first two are there, ready to be explored or pressed.
The latter...
"Let's see if we can get through this first."
As Zhou Chuanxin spoke, he shifted his body back and forth, trying his best to maintain a balance with the statues on all sides.
But as time goes by, the circle formed by these statues is shrinking.
With him as the center, statues were either coming towards him or chasing him, heavy rain fell from the center of the sky, and the world was bright and dark due to thunder and lightning.
The image in the mirror was like an old, stuck movie. Every time it flashed, the image would change.
Just behind Zhou Chuan, the statue of a woman who was closest to him and the first one he noticed was less than two meters away from him.
Two arms that were so thin that their bones were visible stretched forward, and his face was full of pain and struggle, as if he was trying to break his neck.
"Master Ma Si."
There was another thunderous explosion, and that thunderbolt seemed to resound in Zhou Chuan's heart, and suddenly an inspiration emerged in his mind.
According to the setting of the Weeping Angels, these statues were previously in a state of non-existence, and their true bodies did not exist in the world, but were hidden in other spaces, such as the City of the Dead.
In this situation, the Seventh and Eighth Lords could not attack the statue, but at the same time, the statue could not hurt him either.
But if they didn't want to get rid of him, why would these guys get closer to him step by step
To give him a heart-warming hug
That's ridiculous.
Zhou Chuan judged others by his own experience. According to his thinking, these statues were set up by him to hide the secrets of the strange temple.
Then he must first bring the ultimate underworld experience to the "victim" by slowly moving the statue closer.
Fear, despair, pain, powerlessness...
Until the emotion reaches its end, it will be submerged by the stone statue and disappear from the world.
Everything is just right, absolutely perfect.
“Ahem.”
Zhou Chuan coughed twice, trying to suppress the corners of his mouth that were slightly raised due to his joy, and then looked at the statues around him.
Sure enough, just as he thought, four or five statues came to his side, but did not break his neck. Instead, they stared at him with lifeless eyes.
This is a little different from the Weeping Angels.
However, the Weeping Angels setting was, after all, an analogy he pulled out of his mind to make it easier for him to understand, so it was normal for there to be differences.
The only thing that surprised him was that the designer of this eerie temple could actually be in sync with him and was actually a real "underworld person".
Thinking of this, Zhou Chuan's heart moved.
He slowly closed his eyes and opened his arms, as if welcoming death.
"Peng."
At this moment, Zhou Chuan suddenly heard a soft sound, which should come from a weak heart.
Soon, countless heartbeats surged in like a tide.
The rhythm is unified, like muffled thunder.
These guys come alive!
This is the moment Zhou Chuan has been waiting for!
But at this time, he was already submerged by the statue.
Countless stone knives and swords were placed on his neck, and a pair of cunning hands held his arms tightly as if they were escorting prisoners!
At such a close distance, it would be difficult to save him even if all six masters came together.
It seemed like he had gone too far and had no way to escape for a while.
But at this critical moment, Zhou Chuan's arms exerted force fiercely, his tendons and veins surged like an angry dragon, and the power poured in like a tide, making him roar instinctively.
The next moment, the strange hand that was holding him tightly was shaken off.
The withering image closest to him was like the wheat waves in autumn being flattened by the wind, falling into a puddle with water higher than the heels of his sneakers, creating ripples.
Zhou Chuan, who was obviously a lot bigger, slowly moved his right arm. He was obviously just briefly sharing some of Niu Sanye's strength, but it made his arms extremely sore.
Sharing some of the abilities of spiritual cards is one of the benefits of reaching the gold level of mental strength.
He had indeed done some simple experiments before, but this was the first time he used it in actual combat.
I have to say, the feeling of having great power in one's body is really good, so good that it makes people addicted.
But a "summoner" is a "summoner" after all, and his current physical condition cannot withstand such great power for a long time.
However, it is enough for emergency use in a short period of time.
"Huh..."
In the cold mountain wind, Zhou Chuan slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, raised his hand casually to catch a small hammer that was smashing towards him, then squeezed it hard, spun on the spot, and then let go, allowing the stone statue holding the hammer to fall down and hit the pile of stone statues.
At this time, several more statues with ferocious faces came steadily towards them, each holding a sword.
Through the brief brightness of the lightning, Zhou Chuan turned his head to look at Master Ma Si, who was standing on the roof of the strange temple with his arms around him. He smiled with relief, then turned to face the statue that was rushing towards him.
Under the white thunder, half of a soul-catching chain that was surrounded by dark flames and looked like a phantom appeared in his hand at some point.