"All poisons are killed, death realm!" Yinchen said six words briefly, and the meaning expressed was also concise and to the point, all poisons were killed, representing the memory (skill) passed on to him by Harrow, so that the figure in front of him could not avoid being poisoned, and the death realm was his magic, his real killing move.

The spell of the Dead Realm, like the witch chant of Corion, is the spiritual word of some kind of magical change or inspiration. There is only one meaning of this spell, which is to transform poison into a curse, petrifying a curse.

Poisoning the curse, this is the exclusive ability of the magician, it is impossible to do it with a poison master, such as a black magician like Silver Dust, in fact, they don't care what kind of poison they can match, let alone whether their poison is effective, what they care about is whether their poison is easy to put in, whether it has strong infectivity, can easily enter the enemy's body, will not be eliminated by the enemy's immune system and metabolism, as long as the enemy can be poisoned, then through poisoning the curse, they can create any kind of poisoning effect, even if a poison can only change once。 This is why dark magicians are feared, as they often turn sweat pills and even croton into the venom of king cobras.

The purple-black gas was under such a very light spell from Silver Dust, and immediately turned into a gray-green field, this result made Silver Dust himself a little surprised, the death realm, the petrification field, is an extremely difficult domain magic in dark magic, this magic is released, with the triple effect of "aging" and "death" and "statue solidification", the most suitable for dealing with is a large area of infantry and cavalry, and the effect of dealing with the armor torrent is limited. The magic silver dust in this realm didn't dare to count on it before, but now, just one poison can be killed, and the horror of killing all poisons is only revealed at this time.

This is also the silver dust dares to magnify the move as soon as he comes up, because he holds the limit of the wind in his hand, and his wind is infinite, and if he is Harrow himself, after this, he will not think about making a move with others for a day.

The shadow disguised as Harrow himself was directly turned into a stone statue by this trick, but Silver Dust didn't win, because the stone statue was still moving, and Silver Dust knew that he had only petrified the skin and part of the muscles of "Harrow", and had not yet petrified to the internal organs, after all, the figure made by Ryan was no different from Harrow himself in terms of combat power-

Except that the IQ dropped a little.

"Carving insect skills!" "Harrow's" voice was no different from the original, he raised his hand, his movements were a little stiff and slow, but still powerful. The figure flicked its fingers stiffly, and eight faint cold lights that were barely visible in the dim cavern shot out, stabbing thin and tricky at Silver Dust's neck, philtrum, throat, heart, left and right subcostals, etc., but this was only a stab rather than a stab, the moment Silver Dust was attacked by the thin line of dim light, a huge impact unique to the cold ice battle stream immediately came, pushing him backwards and flying away.

The magician made an immediate decision, and in his empty hand, the storm was entwined between his fingers, ready to conjure up a weapon to command Gangfeng, but no matter how he mobilized his mana, the storm could not condense, but quickly changed into a stable Gangfeng, and almost before his reaction, it quickly rotated around him. His backward figure came to a halt abruptly, and he himself felt not the slightest discomfort of overloading, as if he himself had been still there, never moving. The magician hovered in the air, neither up nor down, neither left nor right, never in contact with a strange rock in the cave from beginning to end, and naturally did not care about the green poisonous light slowly rising on the strange stone. Yinchen lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes widened again, at this time he already understood that the power of the wind could not be used with the Chiyou Wanhua Technique, but only with the Chiyou Martial Arts.

He raised his right hand flat, palm facing forward, as if he was going to shoot a lot of lightsabers from the palm of his hand to shoot the enemy, but in fact, through the precise control of the wind, he erected a thin pillar of wind on each side three feet away from him, which was clearly imitating the "Yan Hui" of one of Mei Wang's men, of course, he couldn't really use Yan Hui.

The figure that was exactly the same as Harrow smiled, and the smile was awe-inspiring: "Yan Hui, this trick can help you escape a catastrophe, but it can't help you escape forever!" The figure said with a flick of his fingers, although his movements were a little stiffer, but the same beam of light with eight thin lines that shot out flew back again, ready to attack.

The magician did not rashly launch Yan Hui, and did not say anything about the treacherous tone of the figure, he slowly fell back to the opposite side, put down his hand, and the wind pillars on both sides disappeared, and he put away Yan Hui's starting hand very usually. Then a small stream of dark golden liquid suddenly gushed out from the magician's empty hand.

It wasn't the power of the water that the magician could control, but the arcane liquid that he had prepared for a long time but had never used, he pressed the water ball to his chest, and the arcane liquid spread rapidly, coating the front of his silver robe with a thin layer, like transparent plastic, and his silver figure became more and more dazzling.

After doing all this, a long-lost plate axe appeared in the magician's empty right hand, and the true sun fell.

He stood there still, seemingly very patiently waiting for "Harrow" to attack, but the figure did not attack immediately, but gathered the soul power that was like a fake, and with a faint voice of voice, his body erupted with dense green ice spikes, which were no different from the real Harrow. The ice spike directly penetrated his petrified skin, and the purple-black rock collapsed down, revealing actually intact skin, but at that moment, his body was completely exposed to the eyes of Silver Dust.

The magician threw the True Sun Fall at the moment when the green poisonous ice exploded.

The axe was thrown high, and it was still spinning at high speed in the ascending section, but when it reached the descending stage, the axe suddenly exploded, turning into a huge, red, and invincible spherical ball of fire, which smashed down like a comet hitting the ground.

The figure didn't say a word, nor did he pop out any hidden weapon, but just urged the Xuan Ice Poison on his body to turn into a green poisonous battle stream, and then condensed the battle stream into a cold ice tower, stabbing straight towards the center of the True Yang Fall.

Just like a green thick bamboo gun piercing a huge red balloon, the moment the red and green collided, the colorless and transparent wind exploded, and the silver dust waved his hand suddenly, and an explosion more powerful than the exploding storm swept in, instantly blocking the oncoming colorless shock wave and canceling it out, but there was a loud sound of trucks colliding. The wind blew away the green poisonous mist that the figure had emitted at some point, revealing his agile figure, and the figure rushed forward, not at any angle to the silver dust, and did not seem to intend to stagger the defense. The magician looked at the figure rushing over, his eyes were slightly cold, and his right hand, which was empty again, quickly retracted into his sleeve, and in the white white wide sleeve, a dark purple terror gathered.

The figure rushed to a distance of six feet in front of him, and suddenly raised his hand to shoot out eight thin steel wire flying needles, the needles were really not clear in the dim stone cave field, and the cramped stone cave did not leave much room for the magician to dodge, the eight flying needles with a very dark and extremely dark red poisonous light, hit again, and deeply pierced into the eyebrows of Silver Dust, the human center, the throat, the heart, the ribs on both sides and other vital places.

The needle really pierced the body, but Yinchen didn't feel any discomfort. He only felt the slightest tremor of space coming from the place where he had been pierced. The arcane magic liquid he used just now only had its effect at this time, it was a temporary attachment magic that used arcane as a medium and circulated among the middle and lower level staff of the Divine Cult, and was sheltered by the suffering.

Crucifixion, the simplified castration version of the crowning of the gods, needs to be attached to the skin or clothing, forming a coating that thoroughly absorbs all non-lethal attacks and toxins for a period of time, continuously consuming mana, and inactivates when mana is depleted or actively abandons channeling. The steel needles of "Harrow" all fell into the suffering skin formed by the arcane magic liquid, and it was not a fate at all.

Crucifixion is not only able to absorb attacks, but also absorbs all the toxins in the world, in fact, this kind of magic was first used by magicians to deal with torture, but because it could not prevent the magician girl from being raped and bullied, it was abandoned by mainstream magicians, and finally gradually transformed into travel magic to deal with small accidents.

This magic is not even combat magic, no mage will waste a precious spell opportunity to use it during battle, but Silver Dust released this magic at this time, and steadily blocked the poison of "Harrow" with a blow that was almost certain to hit.

"Hell!!" "Harrow's" voice was full of excitement: "Hey, hey, hey, boy, no matter how rampant you are, haven't you been poisoned by the old man?

"It's really like learning!" the magician interrupted the figure's words, and with a lift of his right hand, the silver cuffs suddenly opened, and a terrifying purple light missile erupted.

There was no additional force on the missile such as explosion, freezing, corrosion, drilling, penetration, curse, etc., only the most brutal momentum, like a string of blunt bullets made of metal, and bombarded the figure fiercely, and the figure instantly shook like chaff, and was beaten back again and again, and it was about to retreat, but the eight steel silks in his hand could not be broken at this time, and the highly toxic steel needles pierced into Yinchen's body could not move a single bit, and there was obviously no slightest barb on those needles.

The chain impact of the arcane missile, the repeated concussions caused by it, was itself a huge injury, and the lethality was not like a machine gun fire, but like an extremely painful stoning. The figure like Harrow began to spit blood, but his hands were connected to the silver dust with threads, and he couldn't push it away, and the continuous impact also made him unable to gather soul power, and the battle broke out.

If this continues, he will only be shocked to death.

Finally, the realm itself began to cheat, or rather, a guy like Ryan who claimed to be the "first brainless god in the universe" would never have the concept of a fair fight, and a sharp stone flake suddenly flew on the ground between Silver Dust and "Harrow", and there was a circle of dark light poison on the sharp edge of the stone flic, and the stone flake rotated vertically in the air, cutting eight thin wires like a steel knife.

"Harrow" was knocked upside down and flew out, falling headlong at the end of the stone cave, Silver Dust put down his hand, the machine-gun-shaped materialized weapon in his sleeve disappeared, and a card appeared between his white silver fingers.

"It's time for it to end. Silver Dust looked at the "Harrow" who looked like a loser and flew out of the red cards.

However, what he didn't expect was that the figure like Harrow, who had obviously been hit by an arcane missile and had been shattered all over his body, actually stood up again, in an extremely strange posture, like a dog.

The bones of Harrow rattled and shifted like locusts eating the crops, and his mouth was wide open, as if to let out some kind of howl, but the trembling throat made him blow into the void. Originally lying on his back, he slowly flipped over in a position impossible for human beings, turning into a prone position, and then supported his body with his hands and feet, his hands and feet became the same length, like the limbs of a hyena, his head turned upward, and in an instant the back of his head was integrated into his neck, like some kind of reptile, he stubbornly "stood" As you get up, the ribs in your back bulge rapidly, as well as the back edge of your pelvis, and the muscles and fat on your waist and abdomen slowly move upward, making it look as if your entire spine is sinking.

"Do you think that the old man's strength is only so much?" "Harrow", who had turned into a monster, spat out his words, which really startled Yinchen. The magician stared vigilantly at Harrow's face, and saw that his eyes, which were originally as green as poison, had turned blood red at this time.

After the figure finished speaking, it opened its mouth to the maximum, and at the same time, the entire Corian realm began to change, becoming more cramped and narrow. The walls on both sides quickly moved closer to the magician, and the dome pressed down, turning the gourd-shaped cavern into a low, tight tunnel. In the middle of the mine, there were bursts of dizzying and terrible witch songs, although it sounded like a certain Buddhist scripture, but the sound was really similar to the howl of a ghost crying wolf.

The card in the magician's hand turned into a wisp of red sand and dissipated into the air, and the other hand that he had been holding the golden bone-piercing awl suddenly tensed the muscles on his fingers, and the wide sleeves hung down, covering his hand, and the magician did not exert any defense on himself, so he faced the imminent death with the flesh and blood of a mage.

"The Chosen Gun...... "The magician murmured, and "Harrow" let out a cry of pain and infinite madness, and his mouth was wide open, with no tongue, only a blood-red light that was more terrible than that of a man-eating tyrannosaurus.