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Zhou Qing waited anxiously for Yanosas, but after a night, there was no movement in the teleportation array. He was a little restless, not knowing if something had happened to the Ice Fortress or if something had happened to Janoshas, but as time passed, his heart became more and more agitated.

The purgatory land during the day was very hot, the air was filled with the smell of sulfur, Zhou Qing's patience was drained, and he finally made up his mind to go and investigate the situation first, otherwise once the blood sacrifice of the Temple of Death began, he could not save so many lives, then it is estimated that he would have a troubled conscience for the rest of his life.

Leaving a note in the stone cave, Zhou Qing set out on the road to the Temple of Death alone with nervousness and excitement. Based on the confessions of the dead believers, and under the cover of the stealth spell, he easily reached the edge of a huge basin.

The basin is surrounded by dense and tall stone pillars, and if you look at it from a distance, you can't notice that there is such a huge complex of buildings hidden in the barren land.

In the middle of the basin, there is a huge statue of the Lord of Death, which adopts a rare cross-legged sitting mode. In Zhou Qing's memory, most of the images of the Lord of Death are in a fighting posture, including a sword, a charge, a dragon, etc., even if they are sitting, most of them are sitting on the throne of white bones, and there are few such cross-legged sitting postures like Buddhist sculptures.

The center of the basin is about two hundred meters away from the ground, and the top of the statue carved from a huge black stone is already comparable to the surrounding ground, and the bottom end is twisted and intertwined with countless different shapes of the deceased, forming a full thirty or forty meters of the deceased base, and on it is about fifty meters high twelve-petal black lotus platform, this is the legendary death lord of the world-destroying lotus throne, the death lord above this is draped in black and gold robes, on which depict all kinds of hell scenes, the painting style is wild and simple, and the face is handsome, The Death Juggernaut with a long beard on his jaw has a bit of an Oriental feeling, and the slender and slightly twisted horns on both sides of his forehead like a Tibetan antelope suddenly show a mysterious and strange temperament. The Death Master's long hair was scattered, and the emblem of the Mark of Destruction appeared in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and the 'Dark End' mark was calmly formed in his hands, which immediately made people shudder.

Around this huge sculpture, it is divided into six neat buildings, most of which do not exceed the height of the base of the deceased, and the exterior colors are mainly black, gray, and dark red, and the lines are hard, like huge coffins, filled with a desperate atmosphere. Zhou Qing was condescending, and he could clearly see that the six buildings formed a circle, which was divided by six straight and wide avenues diverging in the center and an equally wide circular circular avenue in the middle and horizontally. And on these wide roads, dense groups of death believers patrol back and forth, they seem to be tireless, all teams maintain the same speed, orderly shuttle back and forth in it, and on the outermost circular edge, every six meters or so, there is a death warrior holding a huge death scythe and wearing black armor - although these special death believers do not know death spells, they themselves have extremely high magic resistance, and the weapons in their hands can not only repel the elements, but they also lose their sense of pain, Fighting without dying, fearless, and a killing machine.

Zhou Qing observed carefully for a while, a little depressed, he was now about sure that all the prisoners should be in those buildings, but such a strict guard made him feel a little cold. But after thinking about it, it was incredible that the alien beauty Wa Xuanjiang was able to escape from this heavily guarded cage and ascend to heaven alone, but it was obvious that there were still loopholes in it.

He forced himself to pick himself up and looked at the huge basin again, only to see the tall stone pillars standing on the ground all around, obviously eroded by the terrifying storm of the night of the Purgatory Land, and the remnants of some fallen stone pillars could also be seen on the edge of the basin.

Zhou Qing's heart moved, if he could create a large-scale collapse of the stone pillars, he should be able to attract the attention of the death believers, so that he could sneak into it.

When his mind opened, Zhou Qing was a little excited, and he immediately thought that he could use some means to create a timed and remote-controlled stone pillar collapse, so that the dead believers would be exhausted, and he would have enough opportunities to escape once he encountered danger.

After carefully combing through his thoughts again, Zhou Qing quietly avoided the warning post of the Death Believers at the entrance of the basin.

The edge of the entire basin was huge, and the Death Believers had only placed a large number of people at a few entrances, and only sporadic patrol teams would patrol past from time to time, so that Zhou Qing had enough time to avoid them.

Although Zhou Qing is not an expert in blasting, he also knows that these stone pillars that have been etched by the storm for countless years can easily break and collapse like rotten wood by exerting a certain amount of external force.

The spell delay effect and remote control are not particularly advanced skills for mages, especially for a mage with a strong elemental affinity like Zhou Qing, the former only needs to delay the trigger time of ordinary elemental trap spells such as 'quicksand' and 'mire magic', while the latter needs to separate a trace of consciousness imprint in the released spell, with Zhou Qing's current level, he can probably divide four or five consciousness imprints to remotely control spells.

After about four or five hours, Zhou Qing finally arranged twelve stone pillar groups around him that had collapsed with a spell delay, as well as four stone pillar groups that could be controlled remotely. These stone pillars are often close to each other, and it only takes two or three of them to collapse to cause a dozen or more stone pillars in the surrounding area to collapse like a chain reaction.

Zhou Qing found a basin slope that was not an entrance, but the terrain was relatively gentle, and first waited for the effect of the first spell delay. Although Zhou Qing was not good at math before, and his response to numbers was very slow, but after the body was reshaped, this kind of work that required accurate memorization of time and numbers seemed to have become a lot easier, when he silently counted down to three, two, one in his heart, a huge stone pillar not far away collapsed from the bottom to the basin, and the cracked stone pillar was brought to the surrounding five or six stone pillars at the same time, and suddenly turned into a boulder of different sizes and smashed down.