Chapter 262 (2/2)

”Is this really the elixir in the ancient legend?”

Chen Jie flashed an idea. Since he took the pill, his strength has increased by about 20%, which is absolutely terrible.

In addition, the spiritual power has also undergone a deeper transformation. Now, Chen Jie's spiritual power is enough to cover a full 700 meters.

Chen Jie was able to master everything within 700 meters.

The wind blade is still going on, and the strength of these days has not changed. However, among the numerous wind blades that can strangle the great masters, a black young man is just like walking around in a leisurely court.

The previous embarrassment has disappeared completely, replaced by a kind of indifference, as if everything is under control.

At a certain moment, the young man's originally closed eyes suddenly opened and closed a gap. At the same time, the young man's lips also quickly climbed up a faint smile.

”Well! At last? ”

With the fall of this sentence, the whole black palace was suddenly shocked.

At the same time, Chen Jie's spiritual power was quickly swallowed up, like a whirlpool, constantly extracting his spiritual power.

With the experience of last time, this time Chen Jie's spiritual power has a sense of resistance, and slowly controls the passing of spiritual power. In Chen Jie's hands, the Ashoka stick appears again.

”This place should be the interior of a magic weapon.”

”You try every means to temper my spirit, just for this moment?”

A faint sneer, resounding throughout the palace, accompanied by a metallic tremor, makes people shudder.

”Unfortunately, I'm different from everyone you've met before...”

Chen Jie's cold voice rang out and talked to himself in a joking tone. However, in this environment, it makes people shudder because there is no one in this place.

”Jie Jie... I didn't expect to be found by you... I haven't seen such a perfect body for a long time. It would be wonderful if I could settle in for a moment.”

The space above the palace suddenly fluctuated. A figure in black robe, like a shadow, appeared vaguely and unreal.

As soon as the shadow appeared, the surrounding air suddenly became a bit gloomy, which made people feel creepy.

”Give me your name, I won't kill the ghost.”

Chen Jie raised an eye, the eye didn't have half cent fear because of this strange shadow.

On the contrary, there is even a trace of excitement in his pupils.

”Boy, you are very arrogant. I'm old enough to be your ancestor...”

The illusory shadow makes a circle around Chen Jie. It's like the shadow of the old man. His eyes are almost shining. Staring at Chen Jie's body, he is about to salivate.

”Come on, you don't have much time.” Chen Jie danced a stick flower, light way.

”Jie Jie... I am the master of this palace, ghost Xuantian!”