Douluo Zhibo Madara

After a cup of tea, the roars of beasts and battle cries from the cave gradually disappeared.

"Ho ho!" At this time, the seven-headed bat kings were far less majestic than before. Four of the seven heads were chopped off by sharp blades, and one head was hanging weakly, looking miserable. It was originally smooth and smooth. The fur was already dyed red by the trickling blood, and he let out a whine from time to time, but was casually stepped on by Madara without any resistance.

"Be honest with me!" Madara mercilessly stepped on the scar as big as a bowl on the neck of the king, causing the remaining two heads to roar in pain. In the end, it actually whimpered like a puppy after being aggrieved. The head indicates surrender.

Such beasts themselves have no human moral concepts. They believe that the strong is king. If Madara shows such a strong power, he can kill him at any time, so he cannot help but be afraid.

"Just come and clear the way for me! If you behave well, I might be able to spare your life!" Madara flicked the scythe lightly, and the sharp tip hooked on the Bat King's collarbone with great precision, and then it was like holding him Like an animal, led by Madara, he slowly walked out of the cave.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" The Bat King had just been led out by Madara with a low eyebrow. The group of blood-red bats hanging on the edge of the eaves waiting for rabbits was in a commotion. However, after being scared away by the Bat King's roar, they became extremely unwilling. The hanging was following Madara.

Madara didn't pay attention to these beasts, but looked up at the spiraling stairs that seemed to have no end. Only the light spots the size of coins showed the existence of the exits. There were not many of them along the way. Difficulties and obstacles.

"Roar!" Just as Madara rode the seven, or now three-headed Bat King, up the steps step by step to a fairly wide square, the three-headed Bat King didn't know what was going on, and there was a flash in his eyes. Fear, say nothing and step onto this clean and spotless square.

Madara's brows furrowed slightly and his heart sank slightly, because this was the only way out. Looking at this situation, there must be something weird waiting for him there.

"I want to see what's going on here?" Madara turned down the three bat kings and let them intercept the group of blood-red bats who were reluctant to leave. He pulled out a scythe and a sword from behind. Tuanfan, cautiously step by step, advanced slowly and vigilantly in the square.

"This is this?" Ban looked at the hill-like stone statue with a little surprise, and said with surprise in his heart.

I only saw a huge statue in the center of the square sitting cross-legged with its back against the stone wall. The huge head with a green face and fangs like a demon widened its eyes with anger. It also held a huge sword made of huge stone in its hand, just like what I saw in the ninja temple in the previous life. The Buddha is like a wise king.

This statue is the same size as the spotted Susanoo, and anyone in front of him will involuntarily feel a sense of insignificance.

"Is this the legendary Shura? It is similar to the Buddha Mingwang who represented anger in his previous life!" Madara carefully looked at the lifelike statue from top to bottom, but there was always a strange feeling that it was staring at him.

Click!Click click click!

While Madara was still looking at the statue carefully, a sound of cracking stones came intermittently from the stone statue, which instantly set off alarm bells in Madara's heart.

"I knew it wouldn't be possible for me to get out so easily!" Madara smiled coldly and was not surprised that the statue in front of him came to life. Instead, he clenched the weapon in his hand tighter to cope with any changes.

The Shura magic stone statue is like a giant that has been asleep since ancient times and has only just woken up now. It moves its limbs slowly, and every movement makes the surrounding ground shake slightly.

Especially the bright blood-like Shura mark on the forehead is shining with luster. The scarlet color is flowing like blood. It spreads to the whole body like magma along the surrounding lines. The bright red lines are like monster tattoos. After a few breaths, In a matter of seconds, the stone statue's body had spread throughout his body, making him truly come alive as a living being.

"Roar!!!!" At this time, the stone statue finally noticed Madara, who was not much bigger than an ant in front of him. He took a deep breath and roared out the turbulent sound waves, instantly picking up countless dust and sweeping towards Madara.

"You are very energetic!" Madara's black hair was blown wildly by the strong wind, and the magatama spinning in Sharingan eyes became faster and faster. This time, he slowly took off the weight on his body and tied it to the scythe. After all, the man in front of him No matter how you look at it, the thing can't be cut by a sickle like the one you have now. Instead of this, it might as well be used as a hammer that can break rocks.

As if offended by Madara's indifferent attitude, the huge Shura stood tall and moved. He slowly grasped the giant sword with one hand and slowly slashed it in Madara's direction without any explanation.

This slowness was only relative to his huge body. At least in Madara's eyes, the giant sword was so fast that it cut through the air and fell down like a bamboo.

Absolutely not head-to-head!

Madara flew back as quickly as possible, and his original position was instantly shattered by the huge Shura stone sword. Each of the scattered stones was embedded deeply into the stone wall like a bullet, enough to See how powerful it is.

Madara looked at this scene expressionlessly, and cursed in his heart: "Kelder, are you sure your Shura God is looking for a successor, or simply killing people?"

Such attack power is really unbelievable. When I was bored, I heard Kelder bragging about the gods' artifacts starting from one hundred thousand kilograms to hundreds of thousands kilograms, but the Shura Stone Sword in front of me can already run a carriage in terms of the width of the blade.

At this time, Kelder had already severed the spiritual link with Madara, leaving Madara alone to face this giant who was no less powerful than his own Susanoo.

No, such a giant must have weaknesses, but I haven't discovered them yet.

Madara's mind gradually calmed down, and while avoiding the trampling of the Shura Demonic Stone Statue like a fish swimming in the sea, he used his Sharingan to carefully observe every detail of the Shura Demonic Stone Statue.

Is it a texture?

From Madara's perspective, Sharingan has observed the energy flowing through the body in those bloody lines.

Seeing that the Shura Demonic Stone Statue had not captured this little ant for so long, its movements became more fierce and violent. As soon as it turned its wrist, the Shura Stone Sword swept away with an invincible momentum.

It's now!

Uncharacteristically, Madara did not dodge this time. Instead, he stood on the spot and stared at the rapidly enlarging Shura Stone Sword. At the last moment, he roared in his heart and desperately jumped towards the Demon Stone Statue at an extremely tricky angle. The hand holding the sword.

The earth shook and cracked inch by inch under this sweep, as if the solid ground was not much harder than tofu in the eyes of this giant sword.

Madara took this opportunity to glide like a bat with open wings, and landed on the hand of the Shura stone statue with great precision. He held a kunai in one hand and stuck it in the gap of the stone statue, hanging himself firmly. On top, the other hand waved a giant hammer made of a sickle, and swung the hammer with all his strength towards the node closest to him where the scarlet lines intersected.

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