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Especially the man who had just injured Wuchen raised his head, and the only two eyes that were exposed emitted a dazzling light.

At this moment, the leader strode forward, and the long sword in his hand came straight to Wuchen's throat.

The long sword had not yet reached its body, and the cold killing intent locked on the black dust early like a poisonous snake.

Sen Leng's words, indifferent and without the slightest emotion.

Looking at the man in black in front of him, Wuchen's immature words that he asked his father when he was a child echoed in his mind:

"Dad, is there a trick in this world that can explode into strong power even if the cultivation is inferior?"

Wu Gu glanced at Wu Chen, touched Wu Chen's head with a rare touch of love, and said warmly: "Of course there is, but Chen'er is still young and doesn't need it." But since you ask, I'll pass it on to you. ”

The Three Three Transformation Magic Technique, this recipe at least improves the caster's Xuandao cultivation of more than one great realm, the higher the talent, the stronger the energy that bursts, and the extremely talented can even improve two or more realms.

The effect of the three-three magic trick can only last for a maximum of three sea breaths (equivalent to a quarter of an hour), and within three days after three sea breaths, you will fall into a state of extreme weakness or even suspended animation.

In his previous life, although Wuchen had not used it once, he remembered it very deeply, because his father at that time was only the partial king of the Proud Divine Palace.

Memories rolled like a tide, and a trace of bitterness appeared on the pale face.

The leader in front of him, seeing Wuchen's complexion, thought that Wuchen was afraid, and couldn't help sneering: "It's useless to be afraid." ”

The contempt shown by the man in black was so obvious.

Even though it was dark night, it burned the eyes of the black dust like a flame.

The 100,000 Chinese realms are known as the first day of eternity.

When has it ever been seen so clearly?

Yuan Wilderness World, martial arts as respect.

It seems that his efforts are still not enough.

I saw Wuchen lower his head, took a step slightly, put a finger against the tip of the sword, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Aotian Xuanfei Technique, Three Three Demons!"

The leader was shocked by Wuchen's actions, and thought that the other party was young after all, and went crazy under the threat of death.

How do you know that as soon as Wuchen's voice fell, a supreme aura rose vigorously,

The aura is ancient and mysterious, with a faint sense of excellence.

Everyone couldn't tell which martial realm Wuchen was for a while.

Just when everyone was guessing, they suddenly felt their hearts sink, as if something had grabbed everyone's hearts.

The leader who was standing at the front of everyone suddenly found that black smoke was rising from the black dust standing in front of him.

With a crisp click of bones, Wuchen's body suddenly doubled in height, and his hair fell to the ground like a waterfall.

Just when everyone's eyes fell on Wuchen, Wuchen raised his head and opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes are they?

Blood-red pupils, burning with crimson flames.

The doubling black dust looked like a giant in the eyes of everyone, and the black and red stick he was carrying in his hand also burned with an unknown red flame.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked.

The man in the lead, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, swung the long sword in his hand violently forward.

A cold light swept through the dark dust.

While!

A soft bang!

The long sword turned into two, and Wuchen glanced at the position where the long sword had slashed, and suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a roar like a beast!

Covered in black smoke, like the black dust of a giant, holding a black and red long stick upside down, he said four words indistinctly: "Demon King Kill!"

The next moment, a black light flashed.

Wuchen disappeared in place, followed by more than a dozen black-clothed people opposite, and in front of each of them, a figure of Wuchen appeared.

More than a dozen black-clothed people looked at the black giant shadow in front of them like wooden clay sculptures.

Immediately after that, a series of soft sounds were heard, and the black shadow disappeared.

More than a dozen people in black were still standing in place, motionless.

The black light flashed, and the figure of Wuchen appeared from behind everyone, and at this moment, the man in black in front of him was only the black shadow who had just shot him back.

"Demon Magic!" the black shadow snorted coldly, and slashed his palm into Wuchen's chest.

With a loud bang, Wuchen was slapped back two steps.

Wuchen looked up to the sky and roared, and the long stick swung in his hand, turning into a positive grip.

I saw him send the long stick forward, and the black stick turned into a black light and shot in front of the black shadow.

The black shadow man was hit by the black light, and was carried backwards and flew out more than a hundred feet, hitting the trunk of an ancient tree, and after making a dull sound, there was no more sound.

Countless birds and finches flew up in amazement, and the leaves fell colorfully.

The black shadow man who injured Wuchen was pierced through the center of his eyebrows by a long black and red stick, and was firmly nailed to the ancient tree.

The vertical corpse hangs there like a rag.

The remaining twelve people still maintained the position they had just held and did not move.

The whole scene is weird and terrifying.

Wuchen turned around, jumped slightly, and landed on the top of the tree hundreds of zhang away.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something, and saw him make a big move, and the black and red long stick on the trunk of the ancient tree turned into a black light and flew straight away.

The corpse nailed to the trunk of the tree, without the support of the black stick, fell from a great height and smashed to the ground, turning into a pile of black sand.

The rest of the dozen or so black shadows in the field also turned into black sand and fell to the ground at this time.

A fresh breeze blew, and the black sand was lifted with the wind.

After a while, the whole field returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

The wind is howling, and the scenery on both sides is constantly receding.

Wuchen tried to stay awake, but his consciousness couldn't be controlled.

Even with the fourteen body recipes as support, Wuchen still underestimated the side effects of the Three Three Transformation Magic Tricks.

This feeling of weakness is much stronger than the escape of blood.

Leaving the scene has not yet run ten miles, and the dust is already a little unbearable.

Wuchen's eyes were completely invisible, and only his ears could faintly hear.

Just hear the sound of rushing water!

Then a cold cry shouted: "What people!"

Wuchen only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his entire body flew backwards.

"Huh, what's wrong with you?"

This was the last sentence that Wuchen heard before he fell into a coma, and he could only judge where this woman's voice seemed to have been heard.

Then there was a blur of darkness, and no one knew what was going on.

Dusty had a long dream, dreaming that he was in the midst of endless lava and fire.

The fire burns, the lava boils. But I just can't escape.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his chest, which made Wuchen cry out.

Wuchen then woke up, only to find himself in a cave with a fire beside him.

A women's robe covered his body, with a faint scent of freshness. (To be continued.) )