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Chapter 527 Black Mage

Including Jian Chen, the faces of the four people in the car were not very good.

The aura that Jian Chen captured was very weak, and it had been three days since the incident. Jian Chen was not sure whether he could catch him. But even if he couldn't catch him, he would still chase him. It was a matter of attitude. When the time comes

There is something to be said for relatively speaking.

Heading south, the car quickly got on the highway, and after dozens of kilometers, it turned onto the ramp and drove towards a forest area. But as soon as it entered the forest area, Jian Chen quickly discovered something fishy.

"Hey! That guy didn't run far away?!" Jian Chen said in surprise.

This is unreasonable. How can anyone steal something and stay nearby instead of running away?

"Be careful!" Jian Chen sensed something was wrong and warned the other three people in the car.

The thief is definitely not an ordinary thief. It is impossible for ordinary people to steal things from the research institute. And now hiding in this mountain forest is completely unreasonable. It even gave Jian Chen the feeling that this guy was waiting on purpose.

People are catching up. What kind of mentality is this?

The car stopped at the edge of a woodland. The four people got out of the car. Jian Chen took the compass and continued walking in front. There was one person guarding him on each side, and the remaining person stood behind. They went all the way deep and walked for about thirty minutes. Under the moonlight,

, seems to be at the foot of a small hill.

"You are so brave. You dare to steal something and not run away. Instead, you lure us here. Are you asking for death?"

Jian Chen put away the compass. It was no longer needed. When he looked up, he could see a figure standing on the top of the hillside with the moonlight on his back. The figure should be a woman. But his appearance could not be clearly seen.

"Are you the dead Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain Gate?" The figure on the hillside suddenly spoke, his voice cold and cold, which gave a creepy feeling in his ears. For a moment, a chill burst out from this woman's body.

"Ghost spirit!"

Jian Chen and others immediately smelled a familiar stench from the coldness, which was the aura emitted by evil spirits. The tall figure standing on the hillside in front of them turned out to be an evil spirit.

Ghost. This is strange. When did the evil ghost see the Taoist priest coming and not run away, but turned around and started to murmur?

"A little devil dares to yell in front of your Taoist grandfather. It seems that you won't be able to speak well without letting you suffer a little."

As an elder beside Jian Chen spoke, he lit a ball of talisman paper in his hand, chanted a spell quickly, and knocked out the talisman paper in the blink of an eye.

It is just an evil ghost, and the Yin Qi it has shown has not lasted long. This kind of ghost is useless in front of the four top combat powers coming from Longhu Mountain Gate. A ball of talisman is not to destroy the opponent, but

The purpose is to give it a taste of the talisman fire, and then to interrogate where the two missing potion techniques are.

Of course, after asking the question clearly, the evil ghost's fate can only be beaten to a half-crimped state and stuffed into the underworld.

But something unexpected happened soon.

A purple mirror-like object appeared out of thin air, blocking the path of the talisman paper. With a bang, sparks flew but did not hit the female ghost two or three meters away.

"Dark magic!?"

The four people in Jianchen were frightened, and their expressions suddenly became extremely alert.

Black magic is not something that ordinary evil spirits can compare to. Those who know this method are those black magicians who are neither human nor ghosts. They are also the old enemies of the Taoist sect. But I didn't expect to encounter such disgusting people here.

stuff.

"Clang!" The four of them simultaneously pulled out the long swords and magic weapons they had been carrying on their backs. They looked around vigilantly. Black magicians are good at using darkness to hide their bodies and auras, making them extremely difficult to detect. Therefore, these magicians

What I like to do most is sneak attacks.

"Tsk tsk, Jian Chen, I haven't seen you for so many years and you have already aged like this? Are you about to die? Do you want me to help you and let you fall into the arms of my black magic?" A harsh voice suddenly sounded, as if someone was using it.

Nails are as good as scratching glass.

As soon as Jian Chen finished speaking, five figures in black robes appeared about ten meters away from the four of Jian Chen. Through the moonlight, it could be seen that these five people all looked like foreigners. The first one was a white man with deep eyes.

His eyes were sunk in his sockets, his complexion was sickly white. He was bald and grinning with white teeth. It was he who was talking to Jian Chen.

"Fasha, I didn't expect that after such a fat beating back then, you still didn't have a long memory, and you actually came to seek death again. Do you really think that the black magic you practiced can make you so lucky every time?"

Jian Chen remembered this bald white man, Fasha, a thug of the Dark Church and a leader among the dark magicians. Ten years ago in the South China Sea, Jian Chen fought against him. He was very strong. But in the end, he was defeated by him.

But I didn't expect that we would meet again after so many years.

For a black magician, the lifespan is extremely long. With Fasha's strength, it is not unusual to live another hundred and eighty years. And his strength is also stronger than before. But so what? Jian Chen has not been in vain these years.

He has been doing well, especially in the past year or so, he has made a lot of progress. Naturally, he will not give up on the defeated general in front of him.

"Huh, Jian Chen, you are still so unpleasant. But it doesn't matter. Today is your last time to be proud. I promise that after you die, I will make you into a toy and help me diligently every day.

Clean the laboratory. Hahahaha."

"Do it!" Jian Chen shouted. The long sword in his hand instantly turned fiery red, he jumped up high and stabbed straight into Fasha's eyebrows.

The physical body of a dark mage is very different. It is in a state of being reborn from death. The vital points of ordinary people such as the heart are not worth mentioning to the black mage. Their vital point is the life bead behind the eyebrow.

The fiery red sword light struck, but Fasha did not show any panic. His body was like smoke, and he gently avoided the sword tip. At the same time, a wisp of black mist popped out from his fingers, and it wrapped around Jian Chen's right hand holding the sword like a snake.

"Go away!" Jian Chen scolded disdainfully, and the Qi Gang on his body shook, and immediately shattered the black snake that was wrapped around him. He stabbed again with the long sword in his hand, and with incomparable speed, he sneered at Fasha's left arm.

It left a trail like lava on the tarsal bones, burning the flesh and making a sizzling sound and emitting black smoke.

Fasha's face changed drastically, and he waved his hands repeatedly, trying to use the black mist on his body to extinguish the sword marks on his right hand, but found that it was extremely difficult. However, the long sword in Jian Chen's hand came to the center of his eyebrows again, and the speed was actually faster than before.

Already.

How is this possible! Don't monks improve slowly? Why has Jian Chen become so powerful in the past ten years?! The sword just now and the method of shattering his black spirit snake with Qi Gang were something Jian Chen didn't know how to do before.

How could Fasha understand that ten years ago Jian Chen had not even understood one-third of the "Bao Dan Sutra" in his sect, but now he had understood it clearly. And that was not the only thing Jian Chen had understood.

"Thunder falls! Kill the evil!"

After Jian Chen's sword once again left a hot magma-like sword mark on Fasha's body, his left hand quickly forced out a wisp of blood to draw a talisman in the air. He shouted loudly, and a thick thunder unexpectedly fell from the sky.

When Sha didn't react at all, he just chopped it into pieces.


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