Before the gate was fully open, the bandits swarmed in and ran along the wide avenue, their goal clearly being the tall building in the center of the palace, where the Hanshan Daoist most likely kept his treasure.

And those old ghosts of the Martial Emperor seemed to be slow in their steps, because they understood that exploration and experiments required "guinea pigs", which is why they brought so many men. What is the danger, these cannon fodder will naturally be on top, what adventures are there, with the strong cultivation of their Martial Emperor, who else dares to compete for the first?

Zhan Chen hung at the end of the crowd, he understood the intentions of Gongzi Bai and the others very well, looking at the people in front of him who were scrambling, he sneered in his heart: "Hmph, these things that don't know whether they are alive or dead, they are being used with guns, and they don't even know yet." ”

Crossing the avenue, they came to a large square, but saw that there were more than a thousand bronze statues of the same height and height set up on the square, these bronze statues held long swords, posing in various postures, as if they were practicing a huge set of swordsmanship.

Just as everyone was paying attention to these bronze statues, a vision suddenly appeared, and in front of a magnificent hall in front of them, countless fluorescent lights converged, and finally formed an old man with white hair.

He looked dignified, staring at the intruders in the square with a blank expression.

Someone became scared and couldn't help but shout, "Who the hell are you?"

The phantom finally began to open his mouth to speak: "I am a doppelganger left by the people of the Cold Mountain Dao, responsible for guarding this Cold Mountain Mausoleum, invaders, you are not the descendants of my Cold Mountain Sect, don't leave quickly, otherwise you will be punished endlessly!"

"Haha, you're just a phantom clone, what else can you do to get us? Hanshan Ancestor, the treasure you left behind, we are going to settle it today!" Several people ignored his warning, and even uttered wild words.

When Zhan Chen heard the warning of the clone, his heart tightened inexplicably, and he began to be vigilant around him, and his steps began to retreat.

As early as the True Martial Secret Realm, he had seen the various methods used by the True Martial Dao people to leave their clones. Besides, this mausoleum was built for himself by the people of Saishan Dao, and the wisdom of the masters of the Dao is comparable to that of ordinary warriors?

Sure enough, I heard the clone snort coldly: "Hmph! stubborn, then you are ready to go to hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body turned into a violent wind, sweeping through the audience, blowing so that people couldn't open their eyes.

Next, an even more terrifying scene happened, on the square, the eyes of more than a thousand bronze people lit up with silver light, and one by one they came to life, raising their swords and swooping towards everyone.

In just a few moments, there were screams from the crowd, and many people died under the bronze sword.

Zhan Chen was also targeted by a bronze man, and had to draw his sword to fight it, after facing the sword, he actually retreated several steps in a row, and was surprised in his heart, the speed and strength of this bronze man were no longer lost to the middle-level powerhouse of the Martial King.

At this time, the bronze man slashed at him again, Zhan Chen dodged on one side of his body, and took advantage of the situation to backhand a sword and point at its chest, but the bronze man turned a blind eye and let Chang Geng's sword hit directly.

Hearing only a "ding" sound, the tip of the sword smoothly stabbed it in the chest, but there was no joy on Zhan Chen's face, because he found that the Chang Geng Sword couldn't penetrate the opponent's body, and he couldn't even open a small hole.

The bronze man's body just stiffened, and soon recovered as before, holding the sword and slashing at Zhan Chen again.

Zhan Chen had to dodge, and then he fought more and more aggrieved, his sword could not hurt the other party, but the opponent's sword could pose a threat to himself.

"It can't be like this anymore!" Zhan Chen gritted his teeth, made a decision in an instant, turned around and ran, and quickly escaped from the square.

The bronze man chased to the edge of the square, suddenly stopped, gave up Zhan Chen, turned his head, and swooped towards the next target.

Seeing this, Zhan Chen breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that his estimate was correct, these bronze people also had a fixed range of movement like the stone people he had encountered in the True Martial Secret Realm, and once they left their protection range, they would not attack again.

Zhan Chen, who had relieved his strength, looked at the square, and was stunned, it had turned into Senluo Hell, and the broken corpses of the warriors could be seen everywhere, the bronze man did not know how to measure inches, did not know how to pity, and was more ruthless than the demon beast.

A thousand bronze men are equivalent to a thousand middle-level powerhouses of the Martial King, they are copper and iron, they are not afraid of death, and even the attack of the Martial Emperor cannot make them retreat.

Taking Gongzi Bai as an example, he was surrounded and attacked by more than a dozen such bronze figures, and each of Gongzi Bai's swords could leave a huge "scar" on the bronze man's body, but it could not hurt the root of these iron lumps. They will soon be able to pounce again and continue to fight with the strong man of the Martial Emperor.

The "perseverance" of these bronze people also made these elite disciples who had no one in their eyes complain.

And those ordinary disciples are not so lucky, the middle rank of the Martial King against the Martial Venerable, it is simply a massacre!

Only some of the smart people know how to escape in advance, and the others stay in the square and can only wait to be hanged.

As there were fewer and fewer people in the square, the attacks of these bronze men became gradually organized and rhythmic, faintly forming sword formations, surrounding the few remaining Martial Emperor masters on the field.

"Ahh

I saw a man dressed in the costume of an elite disciple of the Righteous Path Sect who had been pierced by the sword, and fell in a pool of blood, his eyes widened, and he stared at the bronze man blankly, not believing that he would be defeated by these dead things.

"Let's withdraw!" Childe Bai shouted, taking the lead in getting rid of the bronze man's entanglement and rushing towards the outside of the square. And then people kept doing it.

The fall of a Martial Emperor powerhouse became the last straw that crushed their nerves.

"Senior Brother Xiaofeng!" Zhao Xiaoqing screamed angrily, and wanted to pounce on the person lying on the ground.

But he was hugged by Wu Junsheng on the side, and ordered: "Zhao Xiaoqing, let's withdraw too!"

A sentence woke up Zhao Xiaoqing, who was intoxicated with grief, and she glanced at her senior brother who fell to the ground and was blind, gritted her silver teeth, and had to start retreating.

The square was instantly occupied by a dense crowd of bronze figures. Everyone only looked at the palace less than a kilometer away on the opposite side and sighed with admiration.

It seems that it is impossible to break through from the front and reach the central hall directly. Some people have already begun to turn their attention to other paths, and it seems that they can also bypass the playground to reach their destination along those winding bypasses. And the hundreds of palaces along the way also seem to beckon people to explore the mysteries.

Someone had already started to move, rushing towards the surrounding palaces. Zhan Chen also followed the group of people and rushed to one of the palaces.

Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine, as if he was being targeted by something, and he couldn't help but stop and watch, and finally fixed his eyes on the stone pillars on both sides of the road.

The top of each stone pillar seems to be carved with a bat-like monster, and at first glance, it looks like a stone statue entirely. But Zhan Chen clearly felt that the blood-colored pupils of those stone statues were turning, and they actually came to life!

"Be careful!" Zhan Chen shouted.

However, his reminder was still a little slower, and already stone bats pounced on the surrounding warriors, spewing cold currents from their sharp mouths. The bodies of those who are unfortunate enough to be hit by their tricks are instantly frozen into ice cubes!

"Golden Hidden Sword Sutra!" Zhan Chen roared violently, slashing out sword qi one after another, knocking down those bats one by one.

It's a pity that these puppets are invulnerable just like the bronze man just now.

Escape! Zhan Chen swung out another series of swords, knocking them away, killing a bloody path, and then quickly broke into a pavilion in front of him with a few survivors, closing the door.

The bats did not chase after them, but spun around in place a few times, and then flew back to their respective stone pillars, regaining their original motionless appearance.

If you hadn't experienced it yourself, you wouldn't have thought that these stone statues would also be deadly killers.

At this point, Zhan Chen, who was temporarily safe, silently breathed a sigh of relief, stared out the window, and fell into deep thought: "First the bronze array, then the stone bat, there is really a crisis everywhere outside this cold mountain mausoleum, and there is no need to say what treasures to get, now let's think about how to protect ourselves!"

"Look! what's in this room!"

At this moment, a voice came from beside him, pulling Zhan Chen's thoughts back, and he couldn't help but start looking at the attic they had inadvertently broken into.