Chapter 343 Fighting the Demon Cultivator (Part 1)
Wang Chen is very familiar with the magic weapon of Yuanyang Mirror.
He himself owns two sets of Yuanyang mirrors, one of which is a very high-end ten-hour mirror, which can last for ten hours at a time.
In the past, when Wang Chen dug tunnel secret rooms, he would arrange a mandarin duck mirror to understand the situation on the ground.
Therefore, he has a very good understanding of the characteristics of Yuanyang Mirror.
When he came to search this mine tunnel before, Wang Chen felt like he was being spied on.
Although this feeling was extremely weak and he could not accurately determine the source, he knew very well that this was definitely not his hallucination.
Wang Chen is very confident and trustful in his own perception ability.
But at that time, he did not trace the root cause. Instead, he led people to search all the mine tunnels and then took action.
This time, Wang Chen's consciousness was fully activated and he immediately discovered the clues.
The concealment of the Yuanyang Mirror is undoubtedly extremely strong. Otherwise, if it can be easily discovered by others, this kind of magic weapon will lose the meaning of its existence. Under normal circumstances, let alone Qi Practitioners, even the Zi Mansion will have a hard time peeking through it.
However, Wang Chen's soul is far more powerful than a monk of the same level, and his perception is even more acute.
Only then did we discover the secret hidden in this mine.
The question is, who placed the Yuanyang Mirror here and for what purpose?
Wang Chen stared coldly at the mirror in his hand, as if he could see someone looking at him with the same eyes on the other side of the corresponding mirror.
Click!
This valuable magic weapon fell apart in his hands!
At the same time, Wang Chen raised his right foot and stamped it hard.
boom!
The ground in the mine tunnel shook suddenly, and countless amounts of dust fell.
There was a deep pit under Wang Chen's feet.
found it!
Wang Chen glanced around and noticed something strange on the rock wall on the right.
He clapped it without thinking.
boom!
With a muffled sound, the thick rock wall was forcefully broken open by Wang Chen's palm, revealing a large black hole, inside which was a secret passage leading deep underground.
Wang Chen immediately activated his magic power and blessed himself with a heavy light shield.
Heavy Light Shield is a purple-level body protection spell, and it is an advanced skill of Spiritual Light Shield. After practicing this spell, he gained experience points most frequently, and now he has reached the master level.
This is also the reason why Wang Chen dares to take risks alone. When encountering a higher-level Zifu monk, he is sure to escape intact even if he loses.
Heavy spiritual light shrouded him, and Wang Chen ducked into the secret passage.
There was no obsidian lamp lighting in this secret passage, so he couldn't see his fingers after going down, but relying on his own spiritual light, he was able to penetrate the darkness and rush as fast as an arrow leaving a string.
The secret passage goes straight down, nearly a hundred feet deep, and suddenly the front becomes clear!
An underground cave instantly appeared before Wang Chen's eyes.
At the same time, a strong smell of blood hit his face, causing him to subconsciously hold his breath.
In the center of this cave, there was a blood pool five feet square.
The blood in the pool was churning, and countless white bones and skeletons could be seen faintly hidden in it, as if they were struggling desperately.
The blood above the blood pool is dense and constantly twisting and changing, making people tremble with fear just looking at it.
Behind the blood pool, there stood an altar ten feet high.
A white-faced and beardless monk in black robes sat cross-legged on it.
Evil cultivator? Demonic cultivator?
Wang Chen's eyes flashed, and he pressed the magic formula with his hand to activate his magic power, and a huge fire crow instantly appeared in his hand.
As a result, before Wang Chen could take action, the black-robed monk suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were scarlet, with an unspeakable evil ferocity, and he looked at Wang Chen as if he were looking at prey that had fallen into a trap.
As soon as Wang Chen made eye contact with the other person, he immediately felt the boundless sea of blood pouring towards him.
My ears seemed to hear the miserable howls and roars of thousands of innocent souls!
At the same moment, a cold and cold breath spread over him, trying to engulf him.
However, Wang Chen snorted coldly, raised his hand and thrust his sword finger at the black-robed monk.
Instantly aroused a fierce Gengjin Qi.
The fire crow embodied by mana flew high into the sky and suddenly swooped down to the altar.
Regardless of whether the other party is an evil cultivator or a demonic cultivator, there is no possibility of peace between the two of them. Either you die or I die, so there is no need to say any nonsense at all, just go all out.
Facing Wang Chen's attack, the black-robed monk immediately lowered his palms.
There was just a "crash" sound, and a stream of blood rolled up in the blood pool in front of him, instantly turning into a curtain of blood, which could barely withstand Wang Chen's Gengjin energy and the fire crow.
Phew! Phew!
The huge fire crow suddenly exploded, and thousands of flames were wrapped in the blood curtain and melted into nothingness.
Although the Gengjin Qi Jin penetrated the thick curtain of blood, its power was reduced by at least 90%. It shot in front of the black-robed monk and was scattered with his palm.
"town!"
The black-robed monk shouted sternly and raised his right palm to slap Wang Chen in the air.
The next moment, a ball of dark red plasma flew out of the blood pool, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a huge blood palm, which smacked down at Wang Chen condescendingly.
White skulls flew out from the blood curtain at the same time. Their jaws opened and closed with blazing eyes, and they let out a soul-stirring shriek and pounced on Wang Chen.
Wang Chen stood still and punched out against the falling bloody palms and flying skulls.
Diamond fist!
His fists condensed 10% of his own strength, and the magic power in his body stirred up blood and blood. A faint red gold light enveloped his whole body. His whole body seemed to be made of copper poured into gold, and he was as high as a glaring King Kong.
boom!
The bloody palm shot by the black-robed monk was instantly defeated by the force of the fist, and the skulls turned into powder at the same time.
The unrivaled power of the fist pushed forward with the force of wind and clouds, hitting the blood pool and the altar.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the black-robed monk immediately blessed himself with a layer of blood-light shield.
Despite this, under the bombardment of the Vajra Fist, he felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer. His body involuntarily moved five feet backward and almost fell off the altar.
The blood pool that bore the brunt of the attack shook violently, and a large hole was opened in the blood curtain above.
In danger!
The black-robed monk was immediately horrified and immediately crushed a blood-red skull hanging on his chest.
"die!"
A bloody blade flew out, passing hundreds of steps away in an instant.
With Wang Chen's reaction speed, he didn't even have time to dodge, and was hit in the chest by the bloody blade.
laugh!
Wang Chen's protective armor was suddenly torn open with a large hole, and the blood blade as thin as a cicada's wing penetrated through, cutting open the robe and slashing across his chest.
A faint trace of blood was left.
Wang Chen took three big steps back as if he was struck by lightning.
Every step leaves deep footprints on the ground.
His body shook for a moment before he regained his balance.
impossible!
The black-robed monk who witnessed this scene opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.