Wu Chen, who walked into the small temple, thought that there would be another mystery inside the temple gate that he couldn't see clearly, and he would know that what he saw in front of him was more dilapidated than outside the temple.

The temple wall piled up by black stones, directly exposed without decoration, appears particularly rough, the southeast corner of the spire collapsed a big opening, but also thanks to this opening, there can be a beam of light transmitted into the small temple, the length and width of the small temple is only 20 steps in a waist-length stone offering platform occupies most of the place, the stone offering platform is placed in the center of a wooden statue.

Very immodest wooden statue, the person of the wooden statue sat on a round stone pier, with a full Erlang leg, with a black wooden branch similar to the one Wu Chen had just picked up on his mouth, his hands were casually put aside, the whole body seemed to be shaking back and forth, so unhappy, the most peculiar thing was that the center of the eyebrows seemed to be open to a vertical eye, especially when Wu Chen looked at the vertical eye, as if the half-opened vertical eyes would open to look at himself in the next second.

The strong sense of familiarity that appeared in front of the stone dog appeared again when he was staring at the wooden statue, especially strong, but no matter how Wu Chen recalled, he couldn't remember it, it was like someone had used a silver spoon to dig out a piece directly in the memory of the divine soul, not that it had never appeared but that it was lost.

Even if you can't think of it, you don't want it anymore.

The eyes shifted to the strange wooden statue, and the hole in the spire of the small temple cast a pale gray light, which did not add much brightness to the small temple.

Two round black-gray weed futons were randomly placed on the left side of the wooden statue, but they did not ignite a ghostly flame that could burn the soul.

There is a square wooden table on the right side of the small temple, the dry desktop is a little mottled and broken, the wooden looks like it is seven or eight points similar to the temple door plaque, there is a table without chairs I don't know what to do. When his gaze continued to move downward, Wu Chen walked over quickly.

On the back side of the wooden table, a little inside, there was a large body lying flat on the flat black stone slab ground before the bare temple wall, it was the spirit and the second daughter of the moon who had entered the stone wall in one step earlier, Wu Chen's eyes just now were mostly focused on the strange wooden statue, and the gray light in the small temple was dim, so he didn't notice it.

After a brief investigation, he breathed a sigh of relief, his breath was stable and there was nothing unusual, but he fell into a coma, Wu Chen tried to call the two of them, but there was no response.

Wu Chen, who was almost half-squatting at the base of the wall, frowned frequently, and his heartstrings jumped suddenly, like walking a tightrope alone between the cliffs, even more.

After the body did not turn, the feet were not propped up, and he directly half-squatted and rolled quickly to the open space on the right, and then suddenly bounced up and looked back, all in one go, and the successive movements were less than instantaneous, like rehearsing in advance.

But there was nothing behind him, nothing but gray light.

However, Wu Chen still noticed a hint of abnormality.

A few wisps of breeze appeared out of thin air in the open space behind Wu Chen's squatting, like a slight breeze brought up by the hem of his clothes with his steps, if it weren't for Wu Chen's divine sense covering the entire small temple, he might not be able to notice it.

The faint sense of crisis has never dissipated, but has become more and more intense, if it feels like stepping on the edge of a cliff just now, now this person has fallen off the cliff.

Quietly hooked up with the sea space, took out the demon suppression knife, but before the knife arrived, the Ling Rangang qi brought by the fist was straight to the back of Wu Chen's head.

The timing is just right, the angle is tricky, there is no way to avoid it, if this punch hits the back of the head, I am afraid that the Tianling cover will crack like a spider's web.

I didn't look back, I didn't dodge, it wasn't that I couldn't do it, but it would only be too slow and too slow.

Wu Chen gritted his teeth, his body suddenly rose two feet high, his fist was behind his back, and his anger entered his body.

The domineering punch broke several of the back bones that touched it. The pain on the surface of the body can still be tolerated, and the most difficult thing is the Gang Qi that enters the body, like a brute elephant rampage in the chest, unreasonable.

There was no time to mobilize force to pressurize the barbarian elephant in the body, the palpitations behind him did not decrease in the slightest, the demon suppression knife was started, the force was instilled, and he turned around and slashed backwards, and the black and red knife qi exploded, like a barbarian god who opened the world.

The knife fell into the void, went down the force, and slashed on the black stone ground, Wu Chen's powerful blow failed to stir up the slightest spark, not to mention the fact that the black stone slats were broken, and the huge force of the rebound was handed along the body of the demon suppression knife to the tiger's mouth on the hilt.

A crack like a fingernail appeared at the tiger's mouth on Wu Chen's right hand, and the blood beads condensed at the mouth of the crack and smashed down the handle of the demon suppression knife, and the scarlet knife light on the blade was particularly fierce.

A stream of fishy sweet blood gushed into his throat and spit out, and the blood fell to the black stone ground as if he had fallen into quicksand and disappeared.

There was no time to care about the black stone ground, and the brute elephant in his body was so angry that he had to suppress it.

The divine consciousness contracted, and the layers were stacked in the corner of ten steps. The force is no longer released, the whole body is condensed and the force is exhausted in the chest, the force of the yellow dragon gathers, the dragon's mouth is wide open, and it suddenly swallows the chaotic elephant, the elephant enters the dragon's mouth, and the body continues to shrink and shrink, and finally a black bead that exudes a cold spirit appears in the dragon's mouth, which does not prevent the black bead from turning into an elephant again, and Wu Chen divides the whole three-part force to deeply suppress it.

The reason why he suppressed his fist qi and left this uncertain hidden danger that may be repeated at any time, instead of leaving no hidden danger at all, was not that Wu Chen couldn't do it, but if he did, he might damage Wu Chen's martial body into a broken appearance.

It's like two third-order monks fighting fake in a small wooden house, and the tricks are exhausted, and in the end, it is not the two monks who are unlucky, but the narrow wooden house that is already very fragile.

Wu Chen's body is the wooden house, and outside the current wooden house, there is a house pusher who does not show up.

In fact, there is another reason why he chose to suppress the fist qi, Wu Chen found that the fist qi pouring into his chest was transformed by the purest domineering force, which coincided with Wu Chen's force.

Wu Chen, who was a little comfortable in his chest, raised his head and stared intently at the place where the weed futon on the left side of the wooden statue was, not because his divine sense had detected anything unusual, but because a phantom suddenly appeared in his eyes.