Ye Wen closed his eyes, and his face was as calm as if that trace of blood did not exist.

The heavens and the earth rotated, Ye Wen stood on top of a starry sky, the black pupil hanging in the air watched him silently, and suddenly a stream of black water flowed out, slanting down from above like a waterfall, sprinkling on the starry sky that seemed to be real, splashing water wet his clothes, penetrating his skin, flesh and marrow.

The two stone tablets seemed to become greater, the breath of old age permeated the air, faintly, it seemed to hear a roar like a demon god inside, the biting cold air penetrated deep into the body from the air, and the oscillating sound waves penetrated through the eardrums, making people uncomfortable and painful to a few points.

Ye Wen looked at the two stone tablets that gradually emitted light, and only felt that his consciousness was unprecedentedly clear, as if the slightest dust between heaven and earth could also be carefully observed one by one, the surrounding air was vibrating wildly, and wisps of black turbulence were sprinkled from above, setting off stormy waves in the spiritual space.

Countless runes erupted from the stone stele, stirring the aura of heaven and earth, like a fountain pouring towards Ye Wen not far away, and in an instant, I don't know how many kinds of mysterious talisman fragments were sprinkled.

Ye Wen stretched out his hand.

He raised his right arm, through the black water rain curtain, through those oscillating air ripples, and pointed at the towering stone tablet, a terrifying demon god-like figure appeared from the body of the stele, even if his face was blurred, he could see that the two eyes that were flashing with ghost fire were looking at Ye Wen.

"Fortunately, I have always had a lot of resources in reserve, and this time is finally very useful. ”

Sensing the bloodthirsty intent emanating from the figure of the demon god, as if he was going to struggle out desperately and completely devour everything in front of him, Ye Wen's eyes showed a cautious look, and his fingers moved forward slightly, only to see dozens of bubbles appear out of thin air in the spiritual space.

Each bubble was wrapped in a spiritual object, judging from the fluctuations of the aura that emanated, it was no less than the black beads that Ye Wen had sacrificed in the jungle at the beginning, and several of them even far surpassed, and they were by no means comparable to ordinary spiritual objects.

All kinds of spiritual objects with mystical runes began to buzz and roar with Ye Wen's finger, and then swished a few times, and shot out in unison, towards the figure of the demon god who had been waiting with his mouth open all morning.

Grunt.

Like a dozen beans swallowed, the figure of the demon god grinned contentedly, and behind the figure seemed to condense a hill of bones in an instant, and the faint flame of light swayed vigorously on the edge of the stone monument, this bloody and strange picture made people's hearts palpitate.

But in Ye Wen's eyes, he was so reliable and reassuring, the reason why he was able to act recklessly everywhere and do the adventure equivalent to taking a chestnut in the fire was largely relying on his own mental space.

A clear picture is projected from the stele.

It was a picture that recorded the moment when the man in Tsing Yi manipulated the blood-colored armor, but it seemed to have slowed down a thousand times, and even the slightest changes were reflected in Ye Wen's eyes one by one, turning into all kinds of intertwined information and projecting it into consciousness.

Ye Wen squinted his eyes at the details of the picture that were getting clearer and clearer, and gradually became fascinated, and his body began to move again unconsciously, completely forgetting the time and the crisis that was about to be ushered in in real time.

The Dao pattern armor on his body glowed with a faint brilliance, and it actually began to flow, and with Ye Wen's slow and complex movements, it began to decompose into dense filaments of light, circulating in Ye Wen's flesh according to a certain law.

Time passed slowly, and the black threads that slanted down above the starry sky became denser, hitting the only figure in the space like rain, watering the two stone tablets in the space.

Suddenly, Ye Wen stopped moving, and then he opened his eyes.

The starry sky picture suddenly shattered, and the consciousness that was intoxicated suddenly trembled, and the blood that caught his eyes was disassembled into thousands of details in an instant, and then recombined into a sword.

In the next moment, the stars disappeared, and Ye Wen woke up.

He looked at the approaching blood-colored sword in front of him, gathering all the power of the opponent transformed from the blood-colored armor, his eyes narrowed slightly, listening to the roaring ghostly howl, and suddenly laughed, although the skills honed from the mental space were only a vague impression in his mind at this moment, but it was enough.

The set of armor as black as ink on his body trembled suddenly, and then flowed like liquid, and the runes composed of black lines intertwined in mid-air, converging on the palm of Ye Wen's sword.

A calm cheer rang out from the big stage.

The blood-colored sword, which condensed the peak power, had already torn the air into two sides at this time, and the terrible blood color of the tip of the sword was already about to reach the center of Ye Wen's eyebrows.

As this cold drink burst out from Ye Wen's lips, as if it was a signal, the black and white sword that slanted down suddenly flickered vaguely, and then it seemed to be filled with the black of death, completely becoming a black sword darker than the night sky.

A white sword light slid directly to the ground as if it had been expelled.

A sword curtain as dark as the night sky instantly blocked in front of the stabbing blood sword. With a loud bang, the fiery blood color did not instantly tear apart the color of the night in front of Ye Wen.

But the night was much darker the moment it touched the color of blood.

Ye Wen's knees bent slightly, and many wounds suddenly appeared on the skin that permeated the black light, blood began to flow, and the floor under his feet suddenly cracked, as if he was about to pull his figure in through the cracks, followed by blazing flames floating around, setting off a series of dense and faint explosions.

Ye Wen's knees seemed to be more bent, and his body seemed to be a little rickety, but his feet were still standing in place, and he never took half a step back, and the completely cracked gap was now covered with a thin layer of frost.

A hissing sound sounded, and the snowflakes floating around it turned black, and then rushed out wildly, condensing into a black torrent like a wave in the time of a breath, overwhelming the sky.

The blood-colored sword seemed to have stood still in time, steadily piercing into the black sword curtain, cracks appeared on it, and flaws quickly emerged, and before long, the blood sword would finally break through the hastily laid sword curtain.

But this is not long, after all, it is too long.

The light at the tip of the blood sword became brighter and brighter, and in response to it, it was the black water surging that constantly repaired the sword curtain, constantly postponing the victory that should have been decided in an instant.

Zizi.

The peak momentum of the people in Tsing Yi finally began to decline, and the bright blood color also dimmed as if it had dried up, and then as if he was aware of the crisis, his face retreated suddenly, and there was no frustration on his face, no sadness or joy.

The man in Tsing Yi paused his feet, grabbed the ground with his toes, his mouth opened slightly, and the fierce aura emanating from his rickety body suddenly rose up after the crazy decline, as if it was returning to the light.

Ye Wen wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at the man in Tsing Yi who was ready to go, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "Although you probably don't understand, I still want to say that you lost." ”

The man in Tsing Yi ignored it, roaring like a beast and preparing to jump, and then his body stiffened violently, only to see a faint white like ice and frost quickly spread up from the soles of his feet, instantly past his legs, covering his whole body.