In Wang Chen's somewhat surprised eyes, an oval-shaped object was kicked away and bounced twice on the ground.
It turned out to be a skull.
Compared with the weird scene here, a skull is nothing. But Wang Chen was a little wary.
He was very confident in his observation ability, so he was sure that there was absolutely no skull in front of him.
Where did this thing come from? It was as if it suddenly appeared at my feet and was kicked by me.
Then he stopped inexplicably.
Because the feeling coming from the soles of his feet clearly told him that he had stepped on something, Wang Chen took a closer look at his feet. There was still a flat ground with nothing in it. However, when the green light of the Qinggang Sword was projected down, there would be something certain inadvertently.
Subtle distortions that cannot be detected.
He rubbed the ground with his feet. He was sure there was something here, but he couldn't see anything strange with the naked eye.
So he squatted down and touched it with his hand.
The tentacle was something like a piece of cloth. When I pulled it, the ground seemed to be uncovered, revealing a human skeleton.
"It turns out that the skull was hidden by this thing." Wang Chen looked at his hand again and saw a gray cloak. It looked rough and simple, just like the raincoat used in mortal villages to avoid rain.
He squatted down and took a closer look at the white bones, and saw that the white bones had a faint tendency to be weathered. For a cultivator, who has been nourished by spiritual energy all year round and took more genius treasures, the hardness of the bones is far beyond the comparison of ordinary people.
It will be difficult to decay in a hundred years.
"Is this a mortal? Or a cultivator who has been dead for a long time?" Wang Chen looked at the cloak in his hand, and when he moved his true power, he saw the cloak disappear under his nose. "This is a good thing.
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"Wang Chen."
Xiaoyao called out softly, then pointed to the darkness behind him.
"There's someone there."
Wang Chen didn't answer. He reached out and took the skull over, placed it on the head of the skeleton and observed it carefully.
This white bone is very complete. From the bones alone, no problem can be seen. However, there is no storage ring on the hand bones of this corpse.
But judging from the direction, the white bones seemed to be trying to crawl out, but obviously failed.
The surrounding black mist felt even colder. He didn't need Xiao Yao to remind him, but he could feel that there was a pair of eyes in the black mist, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the thick miasma of smoke and see him clearly.
appearance.
Wang Chen took out a storage bag from a pile of weathered cloth scraps, shook the dust off, and put it in his belt.
Use a storage ring to store these bones away.
Wang Chen stood up.
The cold wind brings the air that freezes the soul, and inhaling it in the lungs makes people feel inexplicably refreshed.
The darkness seemed to be able to swallow up the light, the quiet and empty cave, and he had the illusion of going back in time.
It was as if he was swimming like a fish in the water, passing through the darkness, and finally came to Yin Shiyu.
A familiar feeling stirred in his chest. Recalling the battle with Yin Shiyu, he suddenly suspected that this inexplicable excitement was an unfinished feeling.
Apparently Yin Shiyu thinks so too.
Since you are unwilling to do so, I don't mind letting you die again.
Wang Chen, who had been expressionlessly comparing himself to prey since entering the cave, had a long-lost smile on his lips.
Because he thought of a great idea.
Wang Chen started to put on his clothes, but his movements were still calm.
Even if it is a continuation of that battle, the defeated general behind him is just looking for him unwillingly, so what does he have to fear?
White, blue, and silver-trimmed, one after another. These luxurious clothes were all taken out of Murong Xumu's ring. They were not mortal objects. He wore many of them in a row, like a
The shivering guy who was frozen by the extreme cold couldn't wait to grab the warmth.
It's a pity that a hat is missing.
There were ten fire thunderbolts obtained from Murong Xumu's lock ring. In order to take Yin Shiyu's life, he used four of them, and six were left.
I originally wanted to keep one, but Wang Chen still enjoyed the stud.
He placed the six fire thunderbolts on the ground and wrapped them with real power. Then he covered them with the weird cloak, and immediately the six fire thunderbolts disappeared on the spot.
There is also clothes inside the storage ring. It is a luxurious black clothes, which was obtained from Yinshiyu's lock ring.
Originally, Wang Chen covered it on top of his cloak, but after thinking about it, he put the clothes at his feet.
That is a perfect position, which will not affect the power of the explosion because it is covered with fire thunderbolts, but can also attract people who are interested in this clothes to take a step forward.
He was sure that Yin Shiyu was very interested in this piece of clothing, because he must be very cold and had not put on any clothes yet, and all the spare clothes had been packed away by him.
Then, Wang Chen walked forward and turned around at a place where he could faintly see the perfect trap.
What was sensed faster than his body shape was a pair of malicious eyes, which seemed to pierce the boundless darkness.
Experts are always very sensitive to the perception of sight, and the two pairs of eyes met again not long ago.
Then, a broken figure with shocking wounds all over his body and his chest almost penetrated slowly walked out.
If Wang Chen hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would still be difficult for Wang Chen to accept that Yin Shiyu really used a broken body to fake a corpse.
Moreover, there were four tall ghost kings floating beside him, which were somewhat similar to those on the prophecy slate.
There was no sluggishness in the way Yin Shiyu walked, and with the four ghost kings surrounding him, his momentum was far better than when he appeared with a chariot of alien beasts.
"This guy seems to have changed into a different person." This thought inexplicably flashed through his mind, and Wang Chen inexplicably felt that his guess was accurate.
It was like Yin Shiyu was staring at him with malicious eyes, covered in black mist, but he couldn't help but reach out to take in the black and gorgeous brocade robe.
“What is the main purpose of clothing?”
Wang Chen was once curious about this question.
"From the analysis of the most primitive form of clothing, it is probably to keep warm and to cover up shame, so I would wear it 50-50."
A bit of fire bloomed under Yin Shiyu's invisible feet, exactly at the same time as he lifted up his blackened foot...
Even as a prey, Wang Chen still calculated accurately, just like when he laid a perfect trap:
"First, if we can't retreat here, even if Yin Shiyu survives the violent explosion, he can only retreat and touch the taboo here."
"Second, if there is something here that cannot be alarmed, then the center of the explosion is the first place that this unknown existence will pay attention to after being alarmed. It is extremely dangerous."
"Third, the best outcome is that the first two guesses are wrong, and you are asked to turn into beautiful dust in the fireworks, never to be seen again."
Whether a person can step into the same river twice is a philosophical proposition.
"But whether a person will trip over the same rope twice is a question of IQ."