In an instant, the stone statue and the whole thing fell into the deep water.
"It's really hard to guard against. These ghost leaders are not hiding in the water, but staying on the road we must pass! Be careful... there may be some ahead."
Zhang Fan put Nangong Manyun on the ground and stared into the darkness with his sharp eyes.
"Master, these things seem to have no detectable aura. I can only detect them when they appear! Obviously, the laws in Wanku Mountain are conducive to the hiding of these things!" Taoist Zijin was slightly out of breath. He used a lot of energy to search, but was almost discovered by the things inside the statue.
"Don't panic, I have a solution."
Zhang Fan pointed into the air, and in the turbulent underground river on the side, groups of crystal clear water balls emerged.
go!
He let out a soft cry, and the water ball dropped with a long line of water, like a meteor or a firefly, shuttling through the gaps between the various statues around the road ahead.
“Crack!”
The sound of shattering came from the Rakshasa side of the two-horned statue. The Rakshasa's stone eyes were covered with a layer of green light. He slowly turned his head and fixed his gaze on Nangong Manyun's face.
“Ah…” Nangong exclaimed in a trembling voice: “He, why is he only staring at me!?”
Zhang Fan frowned, because, as the water ball passed, the sound of shattering gradually became incessant. The statues were gradually awakened. They all stared at Nangong Manyun.
It was like, except for Nangong Manyun, everyone else could be accepted by them.
In the dark, the green eyeballs spread out for hundreds of meters. Even the Purple Gold Taoist was panicked, because there were not just one or two, but countless, countless ghost leaders.
"Damn it, this...what the hell are these things? Why are there so many of them!" Jiang Hai couldn't help but swear.
Zhang Fan exhaled: "Master Zijin, don't just stand there, quickly find an exit to leave here. We can't delay, they are obviously worried, or it will take time for them to recover!"
Zhang Fan acted decisively and asked Taoist Zi Jin to move forward.
Taoist Zi Jin held his weapon tightly in a vigilant manner. Under the gaze of those green eyes, even he could not help feeling the infinite weirdness.
What was strange was that these green eyes were staring at Nangong Manyun without moving their eyes.
There was no reaction at all to Taoist Zi Jin's progress.
Rakshasas, evil spirits, Asuras, lions, tigers, strange snakes, and statues of various shapes and sizes were lined up on both sides of the passage. They were possessed by the ghost leader and surprisingly had no desire to attack. For some reason, they were attracted to Nangong Manyun.
Seeing that the Purple Gold Taoist had passed without any danger, Old Man Jiang Hai glanced at Nangong, leaving him with a look of wishing him the best, and gritted his teeth: "Let's go!"
Jiang Hai's voice was hoarse. He was extremely nervous. In this kind of environment, who could care about other people?
Zhang Fan glanced at Brother Chongzi.
"Mr. Zhang Fan, this is a test, or in other words, this is the only way! No matter where we are, we will definitely pass this road!" Brother Chongzi muttered to himself, and it was hard to tell whether he was scared crazy or had some enlightenment.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhang Fan looked at him coldly.
Brother Bug took the first step with shaking legs, still holding the pistol tightly. Shuttle under the sidelong glances of the statue!
"Ah!" He screamed in surprise, because there was a statue that was not looking at Nangong Manyun, but staring at him.
"You..." Brother Bug raised his pistol and aimed at the statue's head.
"Bug, don't get excited!" Taoist Zi Jin lowered his voice to remind.
Jiang Hai grabbed the knife. He was five or six meters away from the bug. If the bug lost control of its emotions, he... would not show mercy.
“You, are here!”
The vague tone was emotionless, but it reached everyone's ears truthfully.
The bug's fingers trembled.
Zhang Fan widened his eyes.
Nangong was also shocked! He had never expected that the statue could speak.
"Really, really!"
The eyes of the statue gradually dimmed.
Zhang Fan grabbed Nangong Manyun's hand and strode over.
The gazes of many statues followed suit, but they did not attack.
Nangong Manyun put one hand on her chest, closed her eyes, and followed Zhang Fan's steps like a puppet.
She was still too fragile to even look at the statue.
Taoist Zi Jin let out a long breath, grabbed Jiang Hai's wrist, and pulled him forward.
"Something is wrong here, we have to leave!"
The crowd walked faster and faster, and finally left the vicinity of the alchemy furnace.
Zhang Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked back at the corridor.
The statues maintained a posture of seeing off, and the light in their eyes gradually dimmed.
"Why are they doing this?" Nangong Manyun couldn't help but be curious, and said with confusion on his face: "The first statue was obviously going to attack me, why is it doing this again now..."
Zhang Fan took a breath: "They should be very familiar with you!"
Nangong Manyun was so shocked that he froze, shook his head and said, "Impossible, impossible!"
"Why not?" Zhang Fan stared into Nangong Manyun's eyes: "The statue that the bug encountered recognized who he was! Or rather, who he used to be!"
Nangong Manyun still couldn't believe it: "Mr. Fei said that among us, I am definitely not a copy! I am just me!"
Zhang Fan shook his head: "It was just a dream, but it is very likely that I have lost some of my memories."
Before he finished speaking, the voice of Taoist Zi Jin was heard.
"Not good, this is a dead end!"
Zhang Fan looked up and saw Jiang Hai and Taoist Zi Jin were at the end of the platform.
There was no longer a corridor ahead, but a dark abyss of nothingness.
"It's gone, there's no way out!" Old man Jiang Hai's face was full of despair.
He thought it shouldn't be like this! There must be something at the end, even if it was a spiritual platform or a treasure house.
It is definitely not an abyss.
They had gone through life and death and had come to this point, so what was he looking for? Was it nothingness or irony?
Does immortality really not exist?
When Zhang Fan and Nangong Manyun came to him, they could clearly feel that his breath was unstable, and there seemed to be a volcano in his chest. Perhaps it was about to erupt. This strong anger almost swallowed up Jiang Hai's reason.
"Tell me, what is going on? Is this a dead end or a way to life?"
All the emotions that had been suppressed along the way suddenly burst out from Jiang Hai's heart at this moment. He had given up his comfortable and peaceful old age, and the longevity he had sought and the everlasting prosperity he had begged for seemed to have become a bubble.
"Don't worry, this place is heavily guarded. Maybe there is a paradise in the dark!"
Taoist Zi Jin tried to persuade Jiang Hai to go crazy. He obviously didn't want to see him go crazy.
Brother Chongzi followed at the end, rubbing his head from time to time, as if he was frightened. When he raised his head, he was met with Jiang Hai's cold eyes, and he couldn't help but nod his head again, fearing that he would offend Jiang Hai at this time. ?
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