The puppet turned its head and glanced at Jiang Chen, its empty eyes sweeping across it. Jiang Chen's heart palpitated, as if being hit by an invisible force, he felt as if his soul had become as empty and pale as it.
After a brief period of unconsciousness, Jiang Chen was awakened by the strong wind blowing in his face.
I saw the huge blade full of gaps slashing down with unparalleled power. In an instant, the rich bloody murderous intention that had accumulated for thousands of years rushed towards my face. Even with the will of the soul of the fourth-level "Psychic" realm, There was a brief illusion of being in hell.
Suddenly, the Green Dragon Sword was approaching, and it zoomed in sharply in his field of vision. The blood in Jiang Chen's body almost froze. Only at the critical moment did he remember to lean up, roll over, and evade in embarrassment.
Jiang Chen rolled on the ground, raised his hand and threw out the scroll in his hand.
The scroll screamed in mid-air, and then a translucent black silhouette emerged, twisting and dancing, as if trying to escape from the shackles of the scroll.
"Smelly boy——"
A black blade flashed, and the black silhouette was split into two pieces. Then with a bang, it exploded into black fragments dancing in the sky. Each one scattered and fled as if alive.
The puppet under the black iron helmet made a dry whistling sound, as if mocking the horse-faced old ghost's incompetence. The breath of death came out fiercely, and along with the whirring sound of terror, it instantly waved out a black knife network, interweaving and staggering. , swept through the sky, just like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, sweeping them away in the blink of an eye.
After Jiang Chen threw out the scroll, he ran deeper into the corridor without looking back.
He didn't expect the horse-faced old ghost to be able to resist for how long, but he didn't expect it to be defeated so quickly. In less than two breaths, he heard the terrifying knife whistle behind his ears.
Jiang Chen turned sharply, turned sideways, and still couldn't get away from the huge shadow.
He was unarmed and had no power to fight back or block. He could only dodge, and his life was in danger.
After turning several times, the puppet suddenly stopped, and the burning aura of death in the air rolled back. This fierce monster seemed to have realized some kind of crisis, and held Chiyang with the Qinglong Sword and slashed hard.
Only then did Jiang Chen take a long breath to calm down the burning tingling sensation in his lungs.
He did not dare to stay, and hurriedly crossed the battle circle and ran deep into the long corridor behind.
The sound of the flute changes slightly.
From the originally soul-moving ethereal melody, it became more real and sharp, piercing Jiang Chen's head like an awl.
Jiang Chen's ears were tingling and his head was buzzing, but he did not stop walking and turned into a gray shadow passing through the air, shooting forward along the gaps in the air flow.
There was a dark brown shadow in front of me, and the corridor was deep and dark, as if it was covered in a mist.
The farther forward, the blurrier the vision becomes.
Jiang Chen knew that this was an hallucination caused by the sound of the flute attacking his head. If he did not deal with the enemy quickly, he would be trapped in the illusion forever.
The sound of "hissing" and the sound of venomous snakes slithering came from the mist, and countless long snakes could be vaguely seen poking their heads to spit out messages.
Jiang Chen didn't want to get entangled with them, so he jumped up suddenly, stepped on the wall with his toes, and jumped into the air toward the sound of the flute.
Countless poisonous snakes below spit out venom, and the thick black liquid splashes, but they all fall behind him.
He exerted all his strength and moved his body skills to the extreme. He was so fast that he seemed to be blended into the fishy wind. In the blink of an eye, he broke through the air barrier and turned into a hazy light and shadow, rushing across a distance of six feet and arriving close to the place where the flute sound originated. .
At this time, everything was dark in front of him, and all the sounds in his ears were covered by a sharp sound. He seemed to be drifting out of this world in a trance, and the passage of time became extremely strange, making people hallucinate.
He calmed down, saw a tall and thin humanoid silhouette in front of him, and said that this was the culprit who controlled the puppet, and immediately performed his most proud stunt——
"Space distortion"!
The air rippled like water waves, and intricate lines danced in this strange and bizarre space. The two fox-wolf-like beasts that flew over immediately collapsed, with huge cracks appearing in their bodies, and blood splattered.
Jiang Chen didn't wait for their corpses to hit the ground, he slipped in through the gap between them, and rushed towards the tall and thin black figure like a strong wind.
The palms were raised, and once again, "space distortion"!
At this time, the figure of the flute player wrapped in a black robe blurred and was covered by an eggshell-shaped halo. Judging from the thick and pure color, it must be a protective barrier of level 4 or above.
The distorted light of space spreads over, the water ripples, two invisible forces collide together, and the halo sways.
The sound of the flute became sharper and more rapid.
The protective barrier still existed, and the "space distortion" failed to break the piper's defense.
Jiang Chen raised his breath fiercely, bent down, dodged the attacks of several venomous snakes, and rushed in front of the flute player in two steps. With his hand, the cold moon-like silvery white light burst out and hit the misty protective barrier heavily.
The power of the "Space Distortion" activated so close has more than doubled. And with the blessing of the divine energy of the fourth-level "psychic" realm, the destructive power is enough to rival the fifth-level spell!
After the silent impact, the protective barrier trembled violently, the flute sound stopped suddenly, and the corridor fell into silence for an instant.
Then, this brief silence was broken.
The protective barrier and the figure of the flute player were lifted off the ground by the impact, flew three feet upside down, and hit the wall behind with a loud bang.
Jiang Chen himself was also shaken by the huge recoil and took a step back. His right foot stepped into the ground, and flying stones shot out.
In the head-on collision just now, Jiang Chen suffered a big loss.
His body was not very strong to begin with. After withstanding the recoil force, half of his legs became numb and he could no longer move forward.
On the other hand, the flute player looked very embarrassed when he flew backwards three feet, but he used his backward jump to remove the impact of the "space distortion". In fact, the injury was much less severe than Jiang Chen's.
"Help me!" A delicate cry suddenly sounded from the side.
Jiang Chen glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw clearly the appearance of the person who made the noise. It turned out to be Miss Gao.
Miss Gao was lying on a high platform that looked like an altar. She was tied up with several chains. Runes were painted on her body. Several liquids of different colors were flowing under the altar.
Miss Gao's eyes were confused, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare, and she looked helplessly at Jiang Chen asking for help.
As soon as she entered, she ran rampant without encountering much danger. She ran directly to the end of the corridor, and then was captured by the flute player. Her consciousness was lured to some unusual and wonderful place by the sound of the flute, and she was confused and confused...
It wasn't until Jiang Chen rushed closer that the flute player had no time to pay attention to her, that she gradually came to her senses.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw an extremely shocking sight——
The ethereal flute sound, the magical magic circle, the splashing venom and flesh, the young man rushing towards me like a meteor...
Time seemed to stop at this moment, forming a picture in Miss Gao's eyes that she would never forget.
But Jiang Chen just glanced at her hastily, then immediately changed his gaze, waved a "space distortion" and continued to attack the flute player by the wall.
The attack from a distance of three feet only caused an insignificant splash of water on the protective barrier.
The flute player stood up, played with his fingers, and the flute sounded again.
Ethereal and haunting, it haunts the mind like the most terrifying nightmare.
This was an indiscriminate attack. Jiang Chen concentrated hard to resist, while Miss Gao felt that her soul was about to be ripped out of her body and screamed in horror.
"It's so noisy!" Jiang Chen couldn't help but curse, and managed to drag his numb right leg, limping towards the flute player.
