On the shore, a cloud of black gas floated above the water.

Zhang Wen made Xuantian fingering with his left hand, pinched the magic technique with his right hand, and urged out the true fire of Samadhi, staring intently at the black qi.

After more than half an hour of fighting, the human blood sucked by the black gas was almost exhausted.

But the matter is not so simple, even if there is no blood, Zhang Wen still can't hurt the black qi.

Moreover, his identification skills could not even identify what the black gas in front of him was.

The black gas expanded, contracted, and expanded, and the momentum seemed to be constantly rising.

There was no sound, but the tumbling black gas burned like a raging fire, burning the water.

The black gas turned into light and rushed straight at Zhang Wen, seemingly deciding to fight to the death.

Zhang Wen took a deep breath, two magic weapon scriptures blocked in front of him, no matter what the black qi planned, the first wave of attacks would inevitably be blocked by the scriptures! In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides was pulled in, and the Samadhi True Fire in Zhang Wen's hand was merciless, wrapped with two magic weapons, and smashed towards the black qi.

When the black qi touches the true fire of samadhi, it is like a snowflake falling on the fire, and it melts in an instant!

"Gone?"

Zhang Wen rushed into the air and rushed forward a few meters away in embarrassment, but fortunately, the wind under his feet held him up.

The wind swept across the water, creating a not-so-obvious whirlpool.

However, as the whirlpool was stirred faster and faster by the wind, the waves rolled out, some of which hit Zhang Wen's heels, and a small part of them wet his trouser legs.

But Zhang Wen didn't notice it, he frowned, thinking about the reason.

"That black gas is obviously not a creature, or even some kind of special magic weapon, what could it be?"

"Even a stone can be identified, and a chicken can be identified...... Eccentric! ”

Zhang Wen raised his head and suddenly noticed the samadhi fire burning in front of him.

Because I am not sure that the black qi has been completely extinguished, and the true fire of samadhi has never been extinguished, and the result is that the mana is like a reservoir that opens the floodgates, flowing wildly!

Fortunately, Zhang Wen's mana is enough, not only does his face not change in the face of such a loss, but he can even think in a daze, if he is replaced by other cultivators in the Transformation Period, it is estimated that he has been drained by the Samadhi True Fire now.

"Samadhi is the true fire, Samadhi ......"

His eyes lit up.

"It's a spell!"

"In other words, black gas is a spell!"

"The true Ancestral God is not dead, and may not even be injured!"

After figuring it out a little, the rest of the doubts were immediately solved.

If that black gas was something like a spell, then how terrifying it would be for someone to be able to release such a terrifying black gas!

If so, why hasn't the person behind the scenes ever done it?

Zhang Wen asked himself, his Samadhi True Fire can easily scatter the souls of some little ghosts, if the Samadhi True Fire is useless, he must not hesitate to shoot it to death.

And he demolished the ancestral temple, demolished the temple and slapped his face, how could a real powerful person tolerate it.

So, there is a second possibility.

It was true that the Ancestor God could release such a terrifying black qi, but this was already its biggest reliance, and after it couldn't cause harm to Zhang Wen, it could only choose to swallow its anger.

If there are two black qi besieging together, Zhang Wen will undoubtedly be defeated, but the other party has not used it for a long time, which shows that the other party can use the black qi, but at most once!

But it is not ruled out that the other party wants to set up a trap to deceive Zhang Wen, so that Zhang Wen can rest assured before sneaking attack.

However, this possibility is extremely small, the black gas can still have the upper hand at the beginning with its own miracle, but after Zhang Wen sees through the weakness, whether it is the blood light arrow or the black gas state that has nothing to hurt, it can no longer bring trouble to Zhang Wen.

"I'll see what else you have to do!"

Zhang Wen rushed back to the ruins of the dilapidated Benzu Temple.

The ordinary people who were drawn blood and fell unconscious on the ground still showed no signs of waking up, and Zhang Wen didn't care about this group of people at all.

If you come to the palm of God!

The palm wind pushes the ground to the chaotic times, and pieces fly into the sky.

The vast palm power can resist gravity, causing the rubble of a broken temple to "fall" into the sky, and the things pressed down by the rubble are finally revealed.

A piece of wood, about the thickness of a thigh and the length of a small elbow.

The bark on the wood resembles a human face.

"Benzu God! I've finally found you! ”

"Identification!"

"Qiankun wood, evaluation: Heaven and earth are different and far away, and the common sky is not different from the beginning of the wide."

"Qiankun Wood?"

Zhang Wen was stunned suddenly, followed by ecstasy.

In the records of the Qiankun refining method, Qiankun wood is one of the top materials for refining the treasure of storage.

Moreover, the treasure of storage refined by Qiankun wood is not a specific ring or a package, but through Qiankun wood, a space is refined.

Store your stuff in the space!

With everything in your sleeves and the Buddha country in your hands, I'm afraid it's nothing more than that!

"If there is really Qiankun Wood, then doesn't it mean that as long as I have some more materials, I can refine a treasure of my own storage?"

Although this piece of Qiankun wood is not big and cannot be the level of the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand, as long as you can store some things and have some capacity, you can solve Zhang Wen's urgent need.

"According to the records on the Qiankun Refining Method, the Qiankun Wood should be the heart of the Ten Thousand Year Tree Demon."

The 10,000-year-old Dryad, in this world where the demons are almost extinct and the gods do not come out, the 10,000-year-old Dryad is simply impossible!

He looked down and stared at the face on the Qiankun wood.

The human face wrinkled by the bark of the tree slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and the squinted eyes were also opening slowly, slowly!

Open up!

Smile at yourself!

Zhang Wen's heart shook wildly, as if he was about to jump out of his throat, he had never seen such a strange thing.

It is precisely because I know so much that it feels impossible.

The face seemed to be speaking to itself.

Speak?

Samadhi is really hot!

Xuantian fingering, draw symbols!

The superposition of the two phases is that the returning monk will have a headache if he eats a trick at zero distance, but Zhang Wen is still not at ease, so he lowered his head and bumped into it, using the iron head skill.

Bang!

An explosion was heard.

The face on the Qiankun wood actually broke free and pounced on Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen was almost stunned by the sudden explosion, and his body flew out uncontrollably, but when he flew upside down, he kept holding Qiankun Mu in his hand.

It is also interesting to say that Zhang Wenyi's head hit the Qiankun wood in his hand, but he knocked himself away, like his left foot stepping on his right foot to fly into the sky.

Of course, it really flew into the sky, and jumped a few miles away, drew a parabola in the sky, and fell into the water.

Poof!

choked on his mouth and nose, but Zhang Wen was powerless to struggle, because he clearly felt that a consciousness had broken into his body and tried to seize his body!

"Grass, again!"

It is not the first time that he has been robbed of his body.

It's just that this time I was bombarded and dizzy, and I wanted to pinch the trick and recite the mantra, but it was impossible in a short time.

The thing that got into his body didn't know what it was, and he smiled obscenely.

"Five hundred years, five hundred years!"

The voice that was neither male nor female exploded in Zhang Wen's mind: "Grandma, I finally came out!" ”

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