Chapter 342.
This kind of magic weapon, the Mandarin Duck Mirror, Wang Chen had played with it too familiarly.
He himself possessed two sets of Yuanyang Mirrors, one of which was a rather high-grade Ten Hour Mirror, capable of maintaining its utility for ten hours at a time.
In the past, when Wang Chen excavated tunnels and chambers, he would set up mandarin duck mirrors to grasp the situation on the ground.
Therefore, he was extremely familiar with the characteristics of the Mandarin Duck Mirror.
Earlier, when he came to this mine tunnel to search, Wang Chuan had a feeling that he was being spied on.
Although this feeling was extremely weak and it was impossible to accurately determine the source, he knew very well that it was by no means his own hallucination.
Wang Chen was extremely confident and trusting in his own perception ability.
However, at that time, he didn’t trace the root cause, but rather, after leading his men to search all of the mine paths, he killed another one.
This time, Wang Dust’s divine sense was fully open, and he immediately discovered the end.
The concealment of the mandarin duck mirror is undoubtedly extremely strong, otherwise it can be easily discovered, this kind of magic weapon will lose the meaning of existence, under normal circumstances, not to mention qi cultivators, even if it is the purple mansion is also very difficult to easily peep through.
However, Wang dust soul of the powerful, far beyond the same level of cultivators, perception is extraordinarily sharp.
Only then dug out the secrets hidden in this mine.
The question came, who and for what purpose placed the Mandarin Duck Mirror here?
Wang Chen coldly gazed at the mandarin mirror in his hand, as if he could see that on the corresponding other side of the mandarin mirror, someone was gazing at him with the same eyes.
Ka-ching!
This valuable magic weapon was in pieces in his hand!
At the same time, Wang Chen raised his right foot and stomped down heavily.
Boom!
The floor of the mine tunnel shook violently, and countless amounts of dust rustled down.
A deep crater was added under Wang Chen’s feet.
Found it!
With a sweep of his gaze, Wang Dust instantly spotted the abnormality on the right rock wall.
Without thinking, he slapped his palm out.
Bang!
Accompanied by a muffled sound, the thick rock wall was hard broken open by Wang Chuan’s palm force, revealing a large, dark hole, inside which was clearly a secret passage leading deep underground.
Wang Chen immediately activated his mana and enchanted himself with the Heavy Light Shield Armor.
Heavy Light Shield Armor was a Purple Mansion ranked body protection spell, belonging to the advanced skill of Spirit Light Shield Armor, and after he had practiced this spell, he had brushed his experience value most frequently, and now brushed it up to the Zong Master realm.
This was also where Wang Dust dared to venture out alone, when he encountered a higher ranked Purple Mansion cultivator, even if he was undefeated he had the certainty that he would be able to retreat in one piece.
As the heavy spiritual light cover fell, Wang Chuan flashed into the secret passage.
There is no obsidian lamp inside this secret passage, after going down, he can’t see anything, but he relies on his own spiritual light is enough to penetrate the darkness, running as fast as an arrow off the string.
The secret passage straight down, nearly 100 feet deep, in front of the open!
An underground cave instantly appeared in front of Wang Chen’s eyes.
At the same time, a strong smell of blood came to his face, making him subconsciously hold his breath.
Only to see that in the center of this underground cave, there was a five-foot square blood pool on display.
The pool of blood plasma tossing, vaguely see countless white bone skeletons hidden in it, as if in a desperate struggle.
Blood pool above the blood dense, constantly twisting and changing, let a person look at are trembling with fear.
And in the back of the blood pool, stood a ten feet high altar.
A white-faced and beardless black-robed cultivator sat on it.
Evil cultivator? Devil Cultivator?
Wang Dust’s eyes flashed, his hand clenched the spell and urged his mana, and a large fire crow instantly condensed in his hand.
As a result, before Wang Chen could strike, the black-robed cultivator abruptly opened his eyes.
His eyes were scarlet with an indescribably evil and hideous look, and he looked at Wang Chuan as if he was looking at prey that had fallen into a trap.
When Wang Chen touched the other party’s gaze, he immediately felt a boundless sea of blood pouring down on him.
In his ears, he seemed to hear the miserable howls and hisses of thousands of wronged souls!
At the same moment, a cold and icy aura spread over, wanting to engulf him.
However, Wang Chen snorted coldly and raised his hand to stab out his sword finger towards the black-robed cultivator.
Instantly, he inspired a powerful and unrivaled Geng Jin Qi.
The fire raven embodied by the magic power soared high into the air and violently swooped down towards 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, either you die or I die, so there is no need to say any nonsense, out is to go all out.
Facing Wang Chen’s attack, the black-robed cultivator immediately pressed down his palms.
Only to hear a “clatter”, the blood pool in front of him rolled up a stream of blood, instantly transformed into a curtain of blood, and was able to withstand the gengjin qi energy and the fire crows sent out by Wang Chuan.
Poof! Poof!
The large fire crow exploded violently, thousands of flames were wrapped in the blood curtain and dissolved into nothingness.
And although the Geng Jin Qi Power penetrated the thick blood curtain, its power was cut by at least 90%, and it shot to the black-robed cultivator’s body where it was dispersed by his palm.
“Zhen!”
The black-robed cultivator shouted harshly, lifting his right palm and slapping it out in the air towards Wang Chen.
In the next moment, a dark red plasma flew out from the blood pool, and in the blink of an eye, a huge blood palm materialized, condescendingly slapping down towards Wang Dust.
At the same time, a white skeleton flew out from the blood screen, with eyes of ghostly fire and jaws open and closed, emitting a soul-stirring sharp whistle, pouncing on Wang Dust.
Wang Chuan stood still and blasted out his fists against the falling blood palms and flying skeletons.
Vajra Fist!
His fists had gathered ten percent of his own strength, his body’s mana stirred up his blood, and a faint red-golden light enveloped his entire body, as if he were cast in bronze and gold, as if he were a furious Vajra.
Boom!
The black-robed cultivator shot out the blood palm was instantly crushed by the fist force, a skeleton head simultaneously turned into pieces.
The powerful and unrivaled fist force advanced forward with a wind-swept momentum, crashing into the blood pool and altar.
The black-robed cultivator saw that the situation was not good, and immediately added a layer of blood light shield to himself.
Nonetheless, under the bombardment of the Vajra Fist Force, it was as if he was slapped by a ten thousand pound hammer on his body, and his torso involuntarily shifted backward by five feet, almost falling off the altar.
And the blood pool that bore the brunt of the blow shook violently, and the blood curtain above was blasted through a large hole.
It was in a precarious position!
The black-robed cultivator was instantly horrified, and immediately crushed a blood-red skull hanging on his chest.
“Die!”
A bloody blade swept out, instantly sweeping across a distance of hundreds of paces.
With Wang Chen’s fast reaction speed, he was actually unable to dodge in time and was chopped on his chest by this blood blade.
Snort!
Wang Dust’s body armor was instantly torn open, and the cicada-like blood blade broke through and sliced through his chest, slicing through his robes.
It left a faint bloodstain.
Wang Dust was struck by lightning and stomped back three large steps.
Each step left deep footprints on the ground.
His body swayed before he regained his footing.
Impossible!
The black-robed cultivator who witnessed this scene opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily twitched a few times.