A dumb black phantom that could not be detected by his divine sense at all appeared in front of Wu Chen's eyes. It's a phantom, but it's like a substance.

The phantom is very powerful, more than half of Wu Chen's body, and only when the tall phantom stands under the top of the temple, Wu Chen finds that the small temple is not low, the surface of the phantom is covered with a complete set of angular and powerful black armor, and the front breastplate is engraved with an unknown and strange totem, like a dragon is not a dragon, a tiger is not a tiger, but it is like a pair of wings added to the stone statue in front of the temple.

The left and right shoulder armor is the appearance of a majestic black evil dragon's head, the dragon head has a nose, there is a whisker next to the nose, the dragon's whiskers are hooked behind him, the left and right double hooks firmly hook the looming brocade black cloak behind him, stacked hem crotch guards, knee pads, the texture is visible, the armor to the calf will disappear abruptly at the ankle, not that the armor is not covered, but the phantom does not appear feet, maybe there is, but Wu Chen's eyes can't see it.

But he didn't wear a helmet, his black hair was scattered behind his head, and he blended into the black robe, regardless of each other, and the face of the rounded chin was seven or eight points similar to the strange wooden statue with Erlang's legs crossed on the side, but the expression between the two was diametrically opposite.

Wu Chen carefully observed several times, but he failed to find the half-open vertical pupils at the center of the wooden statue's eyebrows on the phantom and solid face, and the flat eyebrows did not give Wu Chen a special feeling like the center of the wooden statue's eyebrows.

The eyes above the phantom's face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, and he couldn't see the void and reality, but Wu Chen could really feel that the phantom was also looking at him.

The ruined temple was brightened for more than three minutes, and the reason was the gray-black ghostly flame that suddenly ignited next to the phantom shadow, although the dark green viscous liquid in the belly of the strange fish that could prevent the ghostly flame from burning the god was smeared all over the body, but Wu Chen's soul still had a faint pain, but overall it was okay.

The face of the armor-covered phantom was brightened by the ghostly flame print.

Wu Chen couldn't sense the breath of the other party, cultivation, divine sense probing only a piece of nothingness, as if the phantom in front of him did not exist, the only thing that could make Wu Chen confirm was that the punch that made Wu Chen avoid the inevitable just now came from the other party's left or right hand, as for the palpitation feeling that shrouded his heart, it has not escaped since it was generated.

Although he didn't know why the other party stopped by the weedy futon after handing out a punch, and immediately appeared but did nothing, Wu Chen didn't think that the other party's appearance would let him go.

"Bang" The sound of his feet landing on the ground came from behind Wu Chen, and Wu Chen secretly summoned the martial cultivation method.

The body shape of the law phase is more and more condensed, and a trace of the essence of the body is slightly emerging, such a change is what Wu Chen likes to see, with the continuous improvement of cultivation, the law phase is also the growth of the law, the transformation of the cold magic trick, becoming more and more like a normal monk, is a significant manifestation of the growth of the law phase, and when Wu Chen's cultivation reaches a certain level, he will become a Wu Chen who is not Wu Chen.

Looking at the Fa Xiang, which was only slightly half a head taller than himself, Wu Chen secretly thought that this inconspicuous-looking little temple was really weird, the Fa Xiang's body was forced to be nearly ten times smaller, you must know that the strength of the Martial Law Phase, the most dependent is its huge body, and now the combat power of the Fa Xiang after becoming smaller is far less than the original fifty percent.

After the martial arts were summoned by the Fa Xiang, Wu Chen and the Fa Xiang became one.

The whole body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of yellow coat, making up for the power gap caused by the separation of thirty percent of the black beads suppressed by force.

The armor-covered phantom still stood still, quietly looking at Wu Chen, or rather, waiting for Wu Chen, waiting for Wu Chen to gather strength.

After merging with the Fa, Wu Chen's body exuded a strong smell of blood, and his eyes turned red, obviously casting the secret method of blood burning.

The great pressure or tremor brought to Wu Chen by the phantom did not come from the strength or weakness that could not be seen on the surface, but something deeper, perhaps a weak sense on the soul, so Wu Chen was almost out of his hole cards at the first time.

The armor-covered phantom still did not move at all, Wu Chen's left foot took a step forward and slightly accumulated, it was not that Wu Chen wanted to take the initiative to attack, but that he had to, the martial arts cultivation method and the blood burning secret method both needed to be maintained with a large amount of force, and Wu Chen could not afford it.

The small temple is full of majestic pure force.

The scarlet shadow of the Demon Suppression Knife suddenly skyrocketed more than twice, and the hole cards were handed forward with all their might.

The momentum is very strong, but unfortunately the thunder is loud and the rain is small.

What worries Wu Chen the most still happened, comparable to King Xuan's knife directly through the armor-covered phantom, slashing on the bare stone wall behind the phantom, just like Wu Chen just spat on the black stone ground with a mouthful of blood, the same disappeared, and there was not even a sound.

Concentrate on the force, shrink the force, and make a defensive state.

The armor-covered phantom on the opposite side finally moved, the right hand was on the right side of the back, the palm was more than the virtual grip, a whole body of black halberd appeared out of thin air, the long halberd tip swallowed the ghostly light, the palm of the virtual grip was close to the halberd shaft, the halberd was longer than a person, obliquely behind him, the momentum of the armor-covered phantom changed abruptly, the black armor and black halberd black cloak, like the Shura martial god on the battlefield.

Just before the phantom of the armor-covered halberd disappeared, Wu Chen finally glanced at the other party's eyes, and only the word "indifference" appeared in his mind, and before the next word surfaced, the vanishing phantom appeared within five steps of Wu Chen, and the tip of the long halberd with a ghostly light had broken through Wu Chen's thin paper-like layers of armed defenses and went straight to his heart.

It was also at this moment that the vertical pupil at the center of the eyebrows of the strange wooden statue on the stone platform seemed to suddenly open, spitting colorful glass divine light, this was the first time Wu Chen came to this space called "Demon Domain" In addition to black, white, and gray, Wu Chen even wondered if all the colors in the "Demon Domain" space were taken into the vertical pupil at the center of the wooden statue's eyebrows.

Time and space seemed to stand still, and the small temple still stopped in the appearance of the armor-covered phantom holding the halberd into Wu Chen's chest, and Wu Chen's spirit had already left his body out of his body, hovering above the ground, and the top of the temple he saw again was like the smooth stone wall that entered in a strange posture, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

The vertical pupils were still spitting colorful glass light, which had a great attraction to Wu Chen, who was wandering, and finally took a look at the phantom that was still still still and the still self in motion, and flew towards the vertical pupils.