In other words, this guy looks serious, and he really has the posture of a master.

Wang Jian kissed Christine's forehead, and in the woman's worried eyes, she drilled into the door of the space opened by Stephen.

When he passed through the spatial gate, he felt a clear spatial fluctuation.

This kind of fluctuation, of course, is far less than the bit of spatial power that is still suppressed in the prototype of the Chaos Clock, but it is also much clearer than the outside world.

He knew that these were the power of space, and if he could let the Chaos Bell Prototype absorb it, he would definitely gain a lot.

It's a pity that he didn't dare, because these spatial forces were very active. Once absorbed, maybe the door of space will collapse.

It's fine if he can be thrown out, but if he steps directly into the dimensional space, it will be troublesome.

The mages of the ancient one mage department are indeed very spitting, and they usually don't see any magic or spells.

But this one-handed space gate, as well as the mirror world, is actually very powerful.

It's a pity that other mages can play with space, true and false, but they don't even have a spell, which has to be said to be very sad.

Stepping out of the space door, Wang Jian saw a completely different city.

The familiar words made him feel close.

In order to defend against divine beasts, if it weren't for the needs of the plot, he would have rarely come into contact with these worlds.

Even if he used the technology of the Steel Suit and the Miniature Ark Reactor in exchange for mushrooms in the Transformers world, he was cautious.

But in reality, can two mushrooms compare to these techniques?

Apparently it was too far off, but he did it anyway.

Even so, I didn't dare to stay longer, so I just said a word.

It can be seen that the divine beast is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even if it is a person like him who has a plug-in, he does not dare to provoke it.

"Oh no, Casillas is already destroying the Temple, I'm going to find Mordo."

"What are you looking for him, it's just a piece of shit."

Wang Jian pursed his lips, looking at the temple that exploded with a bang, and the aura of power spreading in it, all of which deeply attracted him.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, his figure rose violently.

In mid-air, a fist phantom appeared in front of him and blasted towards the sky.

The place where he bombarded was not the Temple, but the sky above the Temple.

There, a grand, eternal aura of power was spreading rapidly, and he knew that it must be Dormammu who had descended in the plot.

Dormammu is a member of the dark dimension and can harness the power of the dark dimension.

He was originally a human mage, but later coveted the power of the dark dimension and merged into it.

The Ancient One mage created three temples to suppress the nodes of time and space and resist the erosion of the dark dimension.

Now that the three temples have been destroyed, Dormammu, who has been salivating for a long time, has immediately descended.

The purple and black power were eternal, magnificent, and with a strong aura of destruction and corrosion.

This is the power of the dark dimension, and it is no wonder that human beings absorb it easily and are affected by this power.

Even if it was Wang Jian, he didn't think that he would not be affected after absorbing enough strength, and whether his mind would be eroded.

This is the power of the power itself, and the human will is insufficient, so it is easily influenced.

But in the same way, if the will is enough, it is enough to suppress everything.

In the fantasy and fairy worlds, why can those protagonists always have those adventures? The adventure itself is there, and the beauty of Pianmei is something that others can bear, all because the protagonist's will is strong enough.

Although I don't know why those traversers have such a strong will, why they have achieved nothing before crossing.

But at least, there is a valid reason.

Wang Jian didn't have this self-confidence, and he wasn't looking for the node of the dark dimension for himself.

He has a huge resource, and after eating the corpse of the frog, he is also confident that he can find a replacement.

No matter how bad it is, you can also refine some pills by yourself.

Anyway, that's a hundred years from now, and it's far from time to worry.

As for the other forces, he didn't have the heart to care, and the most annoying thing was that other forces would destroy his foundation or affect the purity of his own power.

Rumble!

The fist bombarded in the air, and the rolling momentum, like a toppling force, suppressed the high-rise buildings of the city under his feet, as if the momentum of collapsing at any time was paused.

The terrifying fist roared, shattering a large amount of dark power.

But the strength of the fist and the dark power are raging everywhere, and even the space is a little unstable.

Wang Jian, who was rushing towards Dormammu, saw it, and his face changed.

In an instant, the prototype of the Chaos Bell appeared from the center of the eyebrows, and the bell-like prototype of the Chaos Bell swept across the sky.

In mid-air, there was a crisp sound of "dong", and everything seemed to be suppressed, and it all stopped in mid-air.

Even the dark dimension that poured into the sky was suppressed by the power of the Chaos Bell Prototype, and there was no further advance.

"How is that possible! Who are you! ”

Dormammu's voice roared, and the space that could be suppressed was also intermittent.

"Dormammu, beast!"

Wang Jian sneered, his whole body was full of breath, and he threw his fists and bombarded.

Countless fist prints roared, bombarding the tentacles of the dark dimension.

Those spheres that resemble planets are the convergence of dark forces. Shattered under the fist prints, dark forces stirring in all directions.

"Damn it!"

These were Dormammu's bodies, but his body was so large that even his body was integrated into the dark dimension.

These tentacles are actually part of his body.

At this moment, under the fist prints, they exploded one after another, as if they had been bombarded indiscriminately by missiles, which seemed extremely miserable.

But Wang Jian knew that these were superficial phenomena, and in fact, all this was not harmful to Dormammu at all.

Unless the Dark Dimension is destroyed, Dormammu will not be damaged.

Wang Jian's mind moved, and the prototype of the Chaos Bell that was originally fixing the space suddenly appeared, and then a terrifying suction force emerged, and those overflowing dark forces immediately resumed their movements, but as if there was a place for catharsis, they frantically poured into the prototype of the Chaos Clock.

The dark forces are actually a type of power, and to put it mildly, they are nothing more than a part of matter and energy.

The Chaos Clock can suppress earth, water, wind and fire, which means that it can suppress matter and energy.

He can also suppress time and space, and it can be said that everything in the world is being suppressed.

Ordinary people absorbing the dark power may not be able to resist the power, and their mood is insufficient and eroded, but the Chaos Bell Prototype will not.

Even if it is just a low-grade innate spirit treasure, its preciousness is not comparable to other innate spirit treasures.

Far from corrupting him, the dark is the best nourishment.

And the dark power of the dark dimension is endless, and that is the power of a world.

If the Chaos Bell Prototype could be completely swallowed clean, it would definitely have unimaginable benefits for him.

This sky, centered on the prototype of the Chaos Bell, seems to have formed a huge whirlpool. The dark forces surged in, making the scene incomparably grandiose.