In the clenched fist is a ball of hidden and beating sparks.
As long as Wang Chen's true power moves, the transformed fireball technique can be blasted out instantly.
Among the Five Elements Techniques, the Yin Ghost Demon is most afraid of real fire. But he never thought that one day he would rely on the most basic fireball technique to fight for his life.
What's more, it is obvious that the demons and ghosts here with amazing skills are not afraid of their own basic real fire.
But the path I chose has to be walked even on my knees!
The cold wind blew past his ears. Apart from that, the entire mausoleum was astonishingly quiet, as if some unknown danger was brewing, and there must not be much time left for him.
Wang Chen kept walking, gritted his teeth, and took out the four-character Feng Shui Secret Technique. He kept turning the pages. He remembered that the record of the Demon Suppression Formation was somewhere in the second half of the book.
Passing through several gloomy corridors, two paper figures with strange postures suddenly appeared in front of him, floating around. Fortunately, the corridor was in the shape of a zigzag. He dodged and walked into another corridor, where he happened to see two more figures.
Paper figures floated over from the other side.
This feeling of being tracked by the carpet made Wang Chen's eyes flash with a fierce look, and he wanted to hit this paper man's face with a fireball.
But he felt a looseness behind him, and the door he was leaning on turned out to be a door. As soon as he leaned against it, he opened it inward, and Wang Chen hid in without hesitation.
This is a room that is neither big nor small, with an altar table and fragrant wax paper candles placed on it, but they are all covered in dust.
Beside the altar table is a bronze mirror as tall as one person.
The body is close to the cold stone wall and next to the door, which is a very delicate position. There is a stone wall behind you, and the peripheral vision of your eyes can instantly detect all the movements in the house.
Then he took out the secret technique of Feng Shui and examined it carefully by the light of Qinggang Sword.
A green light illuminated his face, and what was reflected in his eyes were the pages and words that were constantly turning.
Suddenly, his movement of turning the book paused slightly.
Because out of the corner of his eye, he saw that besides himself who was flipping through the book, there was suddenly a figure in the bronze mirror.
Wang Chen suddenly turned his head and saw a woman wearing a red robe hanging on a beam on the beam in the room, with a pair of dead fish-like eyes staring down.
Her long black hair was scattered behind her back, her blood-red robe seemed to be dripping with blood, and her pair of shiny black embroidered shoes were particularly strange. She was hanging like this. There was no wind in the room, but she seemed to be floating gently with the wind.
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A spark flashed, and a fireball exploded in the room. Wang Chen cast the spell with all his strength without reservation. Immediately, the real fire spread out, the heat wave rolled slightly, and the loud noise seemed to pierce the silence.
echoing in it.
He pushed open the door and rushed out.
There were two soft landing sounds behind him.
All the burning real fires went out at the same time with a pop.
From the moment the fireball exploded, Wang Chen's whereabouts had been completely exposed. Weird laughter could be heard from every corner of the darkness, as if it was getting closer and closer beyond the limitations of time and space.
He instinctively kept running, not knowing the direction and unable to identify clearly.
"Found it, found it." The two paper figures floated towards him with evil smiles.
"Find your sister!" Wang Chen was in an extremely bad mood and rushed forward. The two fireballs in his hands suddenly hit the rouge-red faces of the two paper figures.
Bang! Sparks flew everywhere. The two paper figures screamed and struggled in the flames, and soon burned into two balls of ashes, emitting an unpleasant smell.
"If you can't take care of the old one, you can't take care of the younger one?"
Wang Chen has never learned the palm technique that causes flames to explode in the palm of his hand, but he has a very solid foundation in the basic techniques. It seems that he can imitate this palm technique with the sixth level of Qi Condensation.
After running wildly all the way, a vast corridor suddenly appeared in front of me, with a luxurious and elegant painted top and stone carvings with exquisite patterns on both sides.
However, the vertical beams on both sides of the corridor were like a slaughterhouse, filled with hanging corpses. Some seemed to have died not long ago, exuding a stench, and their feet were upright, with their heads lowered, dangling like bacon.
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"If I can live, the first thing I have to practice is the magic technique to destroy ghosts. This is so scary!" Even though he claimed to be scared, Wang Chen was very angry.
Turning around, his eyes were attracted by the light in front of him.
A slight golden light outlines the outline of a door, which seems to have a reassuring magic power, like a portal that can completely escape this nightmare.
According to the layout of the demon-suppressing array, the entire array is in the shape of a triangle. Except for the huge bronze coffin where the female ghost was when she bewitched Wang Chen, there are two triangularly symmetrical arrangements. One of them is where the other one was suppressed.
The demon has only one place, which is also the corner of the triangle, and is the eye of this formation.
So which place is this place in front of you?
This question only briefly passed through his mind and then disappeared, because now Wang Chen had no way out, so he rushed in facing the light.
In the middle of the room, there is a three-faced statue with closed eyes and three hands, one pointing to the sky, one pointing to the ground, and the other hand is pointing at Wang Chen.
Its whole body is wrapped with golden chains, and a lotus lamp in front of it is straight and stable, giving people a sense of peace of mind.
Right in front of the statue, there is a golden long sword covered with Sanskrit characters.
"Six Path Sword, the supreme sword that contains the true power of subduing demons, is divided into nine pieces. Each one contains the inheritance of a sword technique..." Almost the same handwriting as before appeared, making Wang Chen feel ups and downs.
"Is this the formation eye? What good luck..."
As written in the four-character Feng Shui secret technique, what the three hands of the statue point to represent the three talents of heaven, earth, and man, and the chain locks the spirit. Once the sword in the eye of the sealing formation is pulled out and the sealing chain is cut off, the power of the demon subduing formation will explode.
Explode and kill all the evil spirits in the formation!
The sound of heavy breathing after a vigorous run...
The weird laughter behind him, the footsteps of the corpse demon, and the sound of the lightly dancing white skirt that was so familiar even without looking back,
It's like countless demons whispering in your ears, driving people crazy with desire.
Wang Chen did not look back, even though the wind was strong and the ever-light lamp in front of the Buddha statue began to sway.
Even the chilling footsteps seemed so close.
Looking at the Buddha statue in front of him, Wang Chen felt that the world around him was silent.
Then his whole body's real power circulated, and he pulled out the demon-suppressing sword.
A complex, mysterious, yet extremely burning golden light suddenly lit up, like the edge of a sword that had not been born in two thousand years trembling with excitement.
Then the six swords turned into a half-moon shaped sword light in Wang Chen's hands.
That golden half-moon looked very familiar to Xiaoyao. This was a stunt that Wang Chen had never failed to do for many years.
As long as the chain is cut off, the power of the formation will explode, and the evil spirit will be killed in an instant!
Click!
There was a sound like the breaking of rotten wood.
Xiaoyao's eyes followed an arc-shaped falling object in the air, from the initial excitement and anticipation, to confusion, and finally to shock.
It was the calm and solemn head of the golden statue.