Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

Wang Chen is too familiar with the magic weapon of mandarin duck mirror.

He himself owns two sets of mandarin duck mirrors, one of which is a fairly high-end ten-hour mirror, which can last for ten hours at a time.

In the past, when Wang Chen dug tunnels and secret rooms, he would set up mandarin duck mirrors to grasp the situation on the ground.

Therefore, he has a very good understanding of the characteristics of the mandarin duck mirror.

When he came to this mine to search earlier, Wang Chen had the feeling of being spied on.

Although this feeling was extremely weak, and he couldn't accurately judge the source, he was very clear that it was definitely not his hallucination.

Wang Chen is very confident and trusts in his own perception ability.

But at that time, he didn't trace the root cause, but led people to search all the mines, and then killed the carbine.

This time, Wang Chen's consciousness was fully opened, and he immediately discovered the clue.

The concealment of the mandarin duck mirror is undoubtedly extremely strong, otherwise, if it can be easily discovered, this magic weapon will lose its meaning of existence. Under normal circumstances, not to mention Qi training monks, it is difficult for even the Zifu to easily see through.

However, Wang Chen's spirit is far stronger than that of monks of the same rank, and his perception is even more acute.

It was only then that the secret hidden in this mine was dug out.

Here comes the question, who and for what purpose placed the Mandarin Duck Mirror here?

Wang Chen stared coldly at the mandarin mirror in his hand, as if he could see someone looking at him with the same eyes on the other side of the corresponding mandarin mirror.

Click!

This valuable magic weapon was torn apart in his hands!

At the same time, Wang Chen raised his right foot and stomped it down heavily.

boom!

The ground of the mine tunnel shook suddenly, and countless dust fell down.

There was a deep pit under Wang Chen's feet.

found it!

Wang Chen swept his eyes and found something strange on the right rock wall at a glance.

He slapped it without thinking.

boom!

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the thick rock wall was forcibly broken by Wang Chen's palm, revealing a large black hole, which was a secret passage leading to the deep underground.

Wang Chen immediately mobilized his mana and blessed himself with a light shield.

Heavy Light Shield Armor is a purple-level body protection spell, which belongs to the advanced skill of Spirit Light Shield Armor. After he practiced this spell, he gained the most experience points, and now he has reached the level of a master.

This is also Wang Chen's confidence in daring to take risks alone. When he meets a higher-ranking Zifu monk, he is sure to retreat even if he loses.

The aura fell heavily, and Wang Chen flashed into the secret passage.

There is no obsidian lamp in this secret passage, and he can't see his fingers when he goes down, but he can penetrate the darkness by relying on his own spiritual light, and he runs as fast as an arrow from the string.

The secret path went straight down, nearly a hundred feet deep, and the front suddenly opened up!

An underground cave instantly appeared before Wang Chen's eyes.

At the same time, a strong bloody breath rushed towards his face, making him subconsciously hold his breath.

In the center of this burrow, there is a five-foot-square pool of blood.

The blood in the pool was churning, and countless skeletons and skeletons could be seen faintly, as if they were struggling desperately.

The blood on the pool is full of blood, constantly twisting and changing, making people tremble with fear.

And behind the blood pool, stands a tall altar.

A black-robed monk with a white face and no beard sat cross-legged on it.

Evil cultivator? magic repair?

Wang Chen's eyes flashed, and he pinched the magic formula with his hand to activate his mana, and a huge fire crow instantly appeared in his hand.

But before Wang Chen could make a move, the black-robed monk suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were scarlet, with indescribable evil and ferocity, and the way he looked at Wang Chen seemed to be looking at prey caught in a trap.

When Wang Chen met the other party's eyes, he immediately felt a boundless sea of ​​blood pouring down on him.

It seemed as if I could hear the miserable howls of thousands of innocent souls in my ears!

At the same moment, a gloomy and icy aura spread over, trying to engulf him.

However, Wang Chen snorted coldly, raised his hand and stabbed his sword finger at the black-robed monk.

In an instant, a fierce Gengjin energy was evoked.

The mana-incarnated Fire Crow soared into the sky, and suddenly swooped down on the altar.

Regardless of whether the other party is an evil cultivator or a demon cultivator, there is no possibility of peace between the two, either you die or I die, so there is no need to say any nonsense at all, and the shot is to go all out.

Facing Wang Chen's attack, the black-robed monk immediately lowered his palms.

Hearing a "crash", a stream of blood rolled up in the pool of blood in front of him, and instantly turned into a blood curtain, which could barely resist Wang Chen's Geng Jin Qi and Fire Crow.

puff! puff!

The huge fire crow exploded violently, and thousands of flames were wrapped in blood and melted into nothing.

Although Geng Jin's Qi Jin penetrated the thick blood curtain, its power was reduced by at least 90%, and it shot in front of the black-robed monk and was slapped away by his palm.

"town!"

The black-robed monk stopped drinking sharply, raised his right palm and slapped Wang Chen across the air.

The next moment, a ball of dark red plasma flew out of the blood pool, and in the blink of an eye, a huge blood palm transformed into a condescending slap towards Wang Chen.

White skulls flew out of the bloody scene at the same time, their eyes glowing with fire, their jaws opened and closed, and they let out a soul-stirring scream, and rushed towards Wang Chen.

Wang Chen stood still, and punched the falling bloody palms and flying skulls with both fists.

Vajra Fist!

His fists condensed 100% of his own strength, and the magic power in his body was surging with qi and blood, and a faint red golden light enveloped his whole body.

boom!

The bloody palm slapped by the black-robed monk was instantly crushed by the punch, and the skulls were turned into powder at the same time.

The powerful and incomparable fist force moved forward with the force of wind and clouds, hitting the pool of blood and the altar.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the black-robed monk immediately blessed himself with a bloody shield.

Even so, under the bombardment of the Vajra Fist, it was as if he had been hit by a ten thousand catty hammer, and his body moved back five feet involuntarily, almost falling off the altar.

The blood pool, which bears the brunt, shook violently, and a big hole was blasted into the blood curtain above.

At stake!

The black-robed monk was shocked, and immediately crushed a blood-red skull hanging on his chest.

"die!"

A blade of blood flew out, covering a distance of hundreds of steps in an instant.

With Wang Chen's quick reaction, he didn't even have time to dodge, and was slashed on the chest by the blood blade.

laugh!

A big hole was torn open in Wang Chen's body armor, and the blood blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, pierced through it, cutting the robe and slicing across his chest.

A faint bloodstain was left behind.

As if struck by lightning, Wang Chen took three big steps back.

Every step leaves deep footprints on the ground.

He wobbled before regaining his stability.

impossible!

The black-robed monk who witnessed this scene opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

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