After a cup of tea, the roars of beasts and battle cries from the cave gradually disappeared.
"Ho ho!" At this time, Seven-Headed Bat King was far less majestic than before. Four of the seven heads were chopped off by sharp blades, and one head was hanging weakly, looking miserable. The originally smooth and smooth fur was now dyed red by the trickling blood. He wailed 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 two remaining heads to roar in pain. In the end, it actually whimpered and lowered its head to express surrender like a puppy after being wronged.
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.
"Come and clear the way for me! If you behave well, I might be able to spare your life!" Madara flicked the scythe, and the sharp tip hooked on Bat King's collarbone with great precision, and then he slowly walked out of the cave under Madara's pulling like an animal.
"Bat King!" 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 and waiting for rabbits was in a commotion. However, after being scared away by Bat King's roar, they hung behind and followed Madara unwillingly.
Madara ignored 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 exit. There were still many difficulties and obstacles along the way.
"Roar!" Just when Madara was riding the seven-song, not now Three-Headed Bat King, up the steps step by step to a fairly wide square, Three-Headed Bat King didn't know what happened, fear appeared in his eyes, and he did nothing and stepped 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 King and let it intercept the group of blood-red bats who were reluctant to leave. He took out the sickle and War Fan from his back, and cautiously advanced step by step in the square with great vigilance.
"This is this?" Madara 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 green face and fangs like a demon was glaring angrily, and it was holding a giant sword made of huge stone in its hand, just like the Buddha Mingwang seen in the Shinobi World temple in his previous life.
This statue is the same size as the fully spotted Susanoo. Anyone in front of it will involuntarily feel a sense of insignificance.
"Is this the legendary Asura? 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 weird 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.
Asura Demon Stone Statue is like a giant who has been asleep since ancient times and has only just woken up now. He slowly moves his limbs, and every movement makes the surrounding ground shake slightly.
In particular, the bright blood-like Asura Mark on his forehead shimmered with luster. The scarlet color flowed like blood, and spread along the surrounding lines like magma to the whole body. The bright red lines were like monster tattoos. In just a few breaths, it had spread all over the stone statue's body, making him truly come alive as a life.
"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 then roared out the turbulent sound waves, instantly picking up countless dust and sweeping towards Madara.
"You're very energetic!" Madara's black hair was blown wildly by the strong wind, and the Tomoe in Sharingan was spinning faster and faster. This time, he slowly took off the weight on his body and tied it to the sickle. After all, the thing in front of him was not something that the current sickle could cut. Instead of doing this, it might as well be used as a hammer that could break stones.
As if offended by Madara's indifferent attitude, the giant Asura 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 no head-on confrontation!
Madara flew back as fast as possible, and his original position was instantly shattered by the huge Asura Stone Sword. Each of the scattered stones was embedded deeply into the stone wall like a bullet, which was enough to show its power.
Ban looked at this scene expressionlessly, and cursed in his heart, "Kelder, are you sure your Asura God is looking for the inheritor, or simply killing people?"
Such attack power is really unbelievable. When I was bored, I heard Kelder bragging about the god's artifacts starting from hundreds of thousands to hundreds of thousands of pounds, but the Asura Stone Sword in front of me can already run a horse in terms of the width of the sword.
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 Susanoo himself.
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 Asura Demon Stone Statue's feet like a fish in the sea, he used his own Sharingan to carefully observe every detail of Asura Demon Stone Statue.
Is it a texture?
From Madara's perspective, Sharingan has observed the energy flowing through the body in those blood-colored lines.
Asura Demon Stone Statue Seeing that this little ant had not been captured for so long, his movements became more fierce and violent. With a twist of his wrist, Asura Stone Sword swept away with an invincible momentum.
That's it now!
Madara did not escape uncharacteristically this time, but stood on the spot and stared at the rapidly zooming Asura Stone Sword. At the last moment, he roared in his heart and desperately jumped towards the sword-holding hand of the magic stone statue at an angle that was extremely cunning.
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 Asura stone statue with great precision. He held Kunai in his backhand and stuck it on the gap of the stone statue to hang himself firmly on it. With the other hand, he swung a giant hammer made of a sickle and swung it with all his strength towards the node where the scarlet lines intersected closest to him.