Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 66 Drawing the Sword
There was a hidden flickering spark in the clenched fist.
As long as Wang Chen's true power moves, the transformed fireball can be blasted out instantly.
Among the five elements of magic, the ghosts and demons feared the most was true fire. But he never thought that one day he would rely on the most basic fireball technique to risk his life.
What's more, it is obvious that the monsters and ghosts here with amazing skills are not afraid of his crude basic true fire.
But I have to finish the road I have chosen even if I have to kneel!
A cold wind blew past his ears. Apart from that, the entire mausoleum was shockingly quiet, as if some unknown danger was brewing. He must not have much time left.
Wang Chen did not stop, gritted his teeth, took out the four-word Feng Shui secret technique and kept flipping through it. He remembered that the record about the demon-suppressing formation was somewhere in the second half of the book.
After passing through several gloomy corridors, he suddenly saw two paper figures with strange postures floating around in front of him. Fortunately, the corridor was in the shape of a U.S. character. He dodged and walked into another corridor, just in time to see two more paper figures floating over from the other side.
The feeling of being tracked by the carpet made Wang Chen's eyes flash with ruthlessness , and he wanted to throw a fireball at the paper man's face.
But he felt something loose behind him, and the place he was leaning on turned out to be a door. As soon as he leaned on it, it opened inwards, and Wang Chen hid inside without hesitation.
This is a room that is neither big nor small. There is an altar table with incense, candles and paper on it, but it is all covered with dust.
There is a bronze mirror as tall as a person next to the altar.
The body is close to the cold stone wall and next to the door, which is a very important position. There is a stone wall behind you, and the peripheral vision of your eyes can instantly detect all the movements in the house.
He then took out the secret technique of Feng Shui and examined it carefully with the dim light of the Qinggang Sword.
The pale blue light illuminated his face, and the constantly turning pages and words of the book were reflected in his eyes.
Suddenly, he paused while turning the pages of the book.
Because out of the corner of my eye I saw that in addition to myself who was flipping through the book, there was suddenly another figure in the bronze mirror.
Wang Chen suddenly turned his head and saw a woman in a red robe with a white silk hanging on the beam in the house, staring down with a pair of dead fish-like eyes.
Her long black hair was draped behind her, her blood-red robe seemed to be dripping with blood, and her pair of shiny black embroidered shoes looked particularly strange. She was hanging like this, there was no wind in the room, but she seemed to be floating gently with the wind.
With a flash of sparks, a fireball exploded in the room. This was Wang Chen casting a spell with all his strength without reservation. Immediately, true fire spread out, and heat waves rolled slightly. The loud noise seemed to pierce the silence and echoed throughout the underworld house.
He pushed open the door and rushed out.
There were two light thuds of something landing behind me.
All the burning real fires went out at the same time with a puff.
From the moment the fireball exploded, Wang Chen's whereabouts were completely exposed. Weird laughter was heard from every dark corner, as if it had broken through the limitations of time and space and was getting closer and closer.
He ran instinctively without stopping, without knowing the direction or being able to see clearly.
"Found it, found it." Two paper figures floated towards him with a sly grin.
"Find your sister!" Wang Chen was in a very bad mood. He rushed forward directly, and the two fireballs in his hands slammed towards the two paper figures' faces painted with rouge.
Bang! Sparks flew everywhere. The two paper figures screamed and struggled in the flames. They were soon burned into two piles of ashes, emitting a foul smell.
"If you can't take care of the old one, can you take care of the young one?"
Wang Chen had never learned the palm technique that made flames explode in the palm, but he had a solid foundation in the basic techniques. With the sixth level of Qi Condensation, he was able to imitate this palm technique quite well.
I kept running all the way, and suddenly a wide corridor appeared in front of me. The top was painted with luxurious and exquisite colors, and on both sides were stone carvings with exquisite patterns.
However, the vertical beams on both sides of the corridor were filled with corpses, like in a slaughterhouse. Some of them seemed to have died not long ago, emitting a foul odor, with their feet stretched straight, their heads lowered, and dangling like bacon.
"If I can survive, the first thing I have to learn is the technique of exterminating ghosts. It's so fucking creepy!" Even though he claimed that he was brought up by fear, Wang Chen was still very angry.
Then, his eyes were drawn to the light in front of him.
The faint golden light outlined the contours of a gate, which seemed to carry a magical power that could bring peace of mind, like a portal that could allow people to completely escape from this nightmare.
According to the arrangement of the demon-suppressing formation, the entire formation is in the shape of a triangle. Apart from the huge bronze coffin where the female ghost bewitched Wang Chen, there are two other triangular symmetrical arrangements. One of them is where another demon is suppressed, and only one other, which is also the apex of the triangle, is the center of the formation.
So which place is this one in front of me?
This question only flashed through his mind briefly and then disappeared, because Wang Chen now had no way to retreat. He rushed in towards the light.
In the middle of the room, there is a three-faced statue of a god with his eyes closed and making a seal. He has three hands, one pointing to the sky, one pointing to the ground, and the other hand actually pointing at Wang Chen.
Its body is wrapped in golden chains, and a lotus lamp in front of it is straight and stable, giving people a sense of peace of mind.
Right in front of the statue, there is a golden sword covered with Sanskrit characters.
"Six Paths Sword, a supreme sword that contains the power to subdue demons. There are nine swords in total, and each sword contains a sword technique inheritance..." Almost identical handwriting to the previous one appeared, causing Wang Chen's emotions to fluctuate.
"Is this the center of the formation? What luck..."
As written in the four-character Feng Shui secret technique, what the three hands of the statue are pointing to represent the three elements of heaven, earth and man. The chains lock the souls. Once the sword that seals the eye of the formation is pulled out and the sealing chains are cut, the power of the demon-subduing formation will explode and kill all the evil spirits in the formation!
The sound of heavy breathing after intense running...
The strange laughter behind me, the footsteps of the corpse demon, and even the familiar sound of the white skirt dancing in the wind,
It's like countless demons whispering in your ears, driving you crazy.
Wang Chen did not look back, even though the cold wind was blowing hard and the eternal lamp in front of the Buddha statue began to sway.
Even though the chilling footsteps seemed to be just around the corner.
Looking at the Buddha statue in front of him, Wang Chen felt that the world around him was silent.
Then he mobilized all his energy and pulled out the demon-suppressing sword.
A complex, mysterious, yet burning golden light suddenly lit up, like a sword that had not been seen for two thousand years trembling with excitement.
Then the six swords turned into a crescent-shaped sword light in Wang Chen's hand.
The golden crescent looked very familiar to Xiaoyao. It was Wang Chen's unique skill that he had mastered for many years and had never failed.
As long as the chain is cut, the power of the formation will explode and the evil demon will be killed instantly!
Snap!
There was a sound like rotten wood breaking.
Xiaoyao's eyes followed an object that drew an arc and fell in the air, and her expression changed from initial excitement and anticipation to confusion, and finally to astonishment.
It was the calm and solemn head of the golden statue.
"Is Wang Chen possessed by a ghost?!"
