He needs to reconsider the advantages and disadvantages of mages for warriors, and even needs to learn magic skills in a sense, to become a real melee fighter, Silver Dust Dao, the road to becoming a god is far more difficult than defeating all the opponents in this world, he must do no shortcomings, no flaws, otherwise in the void trial of the god level, it is likely to die. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ten years of confusion and need to have an epiphany early. Even with the invisible protection of the Kanonikle civilization, he failed to find the right path to ascension at the beginning, not because Silver Dust was too incompetent, but because this path was too difficult. There are more than a billion mages in the world, and how many people dare to ask if they have become gods?

Ten years of hard work, in exchange for a thorough understanding, the peak falls, the ground again, the courage to deny yourself from the beginning, this is the courage and strength of a strong mage. What kite tactics, what aoe, for a true magician is just an external manifestation, magic, the real meaning, is to trust the world in which you live, to trust this small piece of sky that you can control, not to trust yourself like a samurai.

After figuring out the silver dust here, he no longer regarded himself as a so-called master of the realm of the gods, but as a hacker, a magician who really studied the world and changed the world, in his eyes, there was no longer a distinction between ranks, up and down, only the various characteristics of the wind under the rules of the wind attribute elements, various martial arts movements and the flaws of these actions. In his mind, there was no distinction between fireballs, ice swords, and other magic, only elements, rules, and hedges.

After figuring out this, Yinchen faced the enemy in front of him again, no longer confused, no longer entangled in what magic to use, but really did what he wanted, at his fingertips, every one of his magic, all of a sudden, into a kaleidoscopic martial arts moves, these moves, with the two types of primal divine fist as the source, based on the magic of the Demon Pavilion, have become unique in this world, and at the same time, it is also an unprecedented mage flow combat technology.

After thinking about this, the momentum on his body naturally changed, and the characteristics of the Heavenly Tribulation buff magic also changed. All the momentum on his body disappeared, as if he had returned to the basics, he had become an ordinary person without the slightest breath of a strong man, but he could no longer be made a waste without the slightest magic skill by everyone, because his temperament had been perfectly integrated with the space where he was, and he had reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man that had not yet been studied in the martial arts of this world, and he stood there, completely fused with the night sky above his head, the earth under his feet, and the entire main hall of the Metropolitan Protectorate behind him, forming a whole, and no longer a separate individual。

At the moment when the silver dust was so transformed, accompanied by a piercing creaking sound, the statue prison that was eleven feet high and eight feet eight inches wide and composed entirely of cold pillars was slowly being pushed open from the inside out by a tenacious and stubborn force like a brute bull, and the shattered ice edges fell down with a clatter, falling into broken ice slag on the ground, and the huge ice statue was only slowly cracking a gap.

Silver Dust raised his hand, and waited for the people inside to "break the ice", he knew that in addition to the sealing of the cold and the form of the ice, the magic of high-pressure ice also had a huge effect on the inside of the ice, and this pressure was continuous, and once the person who was sealed inside could not resist this pressure, he would inevitably be squeezed into a ball of flesh. The young man in the black robe in front of him must have known that she couldn't resist this pressure all the time, so she would break the ice so desperately. Silver Dust didn't bother to think about how much potential that young man had sacrificed and how much foundation he had lost in order to break the Xuan Ice, the only thing he cared about was that he could still survive a few moves under his hands.

He and the young man were also under the protection of the "rules" of the duel at this time, and there were some people around them, but no one rushed to help. People in this world are still a little bit of faith and even superstition, everyone who cultivates divine skills knows the horror of being besieged, so they are not willing to take the initiative to besiege others, they are all worried that they have besieged others this time, and they really don't know when they will be besieged by others in the present world.

Only a well-organized army commanded by a general would besiege the weak, which is another set of rules called war, which is no longer within the scope of duels.

The young man had to work so hard that he was almost so tired that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and it took him a small crack in the ice prismatic jungle to get out, and he couldn't even split the ice sculpture in half.

"Take a break, I'll wait for you. Yinchen looked at him sweating profusely, and he didn't even have the interest of raising his hand to attack, so he directly waved his hand and turned the Xuanbing sculpture into a puddle of water and flowed into the distance. The young man couldn't help but shudder when he saw this miraculous scene, and then glanced at Yinchen, and saw that his two temples were shallowly sunken, and there was no qi between his actions.

Yinchen hugged his arms and looked at him coldly as he breathed, his eyes full of pity for the weak. His eyes could make all Divine Skill cultivators jump like thunder, because it was the mercy of a person without strength to a person with strength, and the pity of a weak person to a strong person.

"What kind of expression do you have? Can a person with no cultivation dare to look at Young Master Ben like this?" In just four breaths, the vitality of the black-robed young man returned to a relatively perfect level, although there was still a little gap from his peak state, but it no longer affected the performance of combat power. As soon as he saw Silver Dust's pitying foolish eyes, he immediately became angry, and many dark yellow wind blades appeared on his body and swirled around him, and at the same time, he stretched out a white and slender index finger and pointed at Silver Dust's nose and scolded.

"If you have cultivation, you are powerful? Even if you have cultivated all the divine skills in this world and written records to the peak, there is no way to fight against a piece of heaven and a small piece of [world]. Yinchen still held his hand and responded to him coldly, among the white silver wide sleeves, among the white white wide sleeves of the left fist blade, the skeleton fist blade was conjured on the left hand, but the right hand was no longer a human body.

In the eyes of Young Master Ben, you are not even the toad that delusionally thinks of the gods of the heavens, but the worm that the toad that delusions about becoming a god often chews in its mouth -- do you have the strength of Peiyuan Yizhong? Can you beat a little kid who has been practicing divine skills for three years? Oh yes, you seem to be a little kid who can't pee cleanly. The black-robed young man deliberately loudly mocked Yinchen's divine cultivation, he knew very well that a person without divine cultivation was most taboo for others to say that he was a waste who did not cultivate divine skills.

He expected Silver Dust's embarrassed appearance, but the magician in front of him just lowered his clasped hands.

"I can really represent a piece of the sky, for example, if I let it snow, God will not dare to rain...... Extinction Winter!"

Silver Dust said coldly, his voice didn't even have time to fall completely, countless hexagonal snowflakes suddenly appeared in the thin air, and a dark blue wind composed of frozen air emerged out of thin air from the dim night sky, and swirled into a huge tornado, the tornado with dense huge snowflakes, the storm into a huge tornado, the tornado with dense huge snowflakes, swept across the field within a radius of a hundred paces like a raging wave, the snow flew and the cold wind howled, and instantly entered the extremely cold winter that even the northern samurai did not dare to comprehend。 The Black Mansion and the Iron Palm Gang warriors who were fighting all let out screams of terror and fled one after another, but Silver Dust interrupted the spell casting, allowing them to escape a hundred paces away, and then catch the other and continue to fight.

The black-robed young man was stunned by his hand, and it took two breaths before he came back to his senses, and he could only mock dryly: "Demon magic! It's just a trick to deceive people." Listening to his insincere tone, Yinchen felt that he might not believe such a statement himself.

"What? Do you still want to go against me, a person who has not cultivated?" Yinchen deliberately said the four words "no cultivation" very clearly, and the irony was particularly obvious, and the young man was squeezed by him and blushed, and immediately shouted in a sharp voice: "You waste who uses witchcraft! That's also a waste! If you don't cultivate, those who don't practice magic are waste!" His roar even made several pairs of people fighting each other a hundred steps away slow down and distracted, but there was no way to make Yinchen's expression fluctuate in the slightest, in the past ten years in the other world, he was used to being called "waste, waste" by others, from the old man Zhang in the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym to the young man in front of him, almost everyone subconsciously regarded him as a cultivation waste that did not need to be ignored and respected. The only exception was the short period of time from being captured in the Demon Pavilion, to the end of the Red Blood Secret Realm, and now that he thought about it, the endless skeletons, the pursuit of the Poison Dragon Sect, the death match in the Purple Abyss Blood Prison, and the inheritance of Old Man Wei and Elder Yun turned out to be the happiest time in his ten years in the Otherworld.

This is the malice of the whole world. Unless he ascends to the throne, he really can't change the laws of this world, and there is no way to change the discrimination of people in this world against those who don't have cultivators.

"Okay, you have cultivation, you are powerful, anyway, when the time comes, you will fall into hell, and your cultivation may be able to make you a big guillotine. Yinchen's face was once again shrouded in frosty coldness, all the enemies who dared to scold him for waste, as long as it was an enemy, as long as it was someone who could kill someone who didn't bear anything, he would be killed one by one, he had had enough, he even felt that he had lived a ridiculous life in the past ten years, why did he use the power level of divine skills to evaluate himself, why did he think that he was a strong person who was distracted? This kind of thing comes from the Evil Dark Dynasty, and fundamentally doesn't accept him, doesn't admit his existence, why does he have to stubbornly lean over to the past? Simply expel everyone who looks down on him from this world, and be a guy who is as resistant as grinding his head.

He's had enough, he's tired of putting up with it for so long. He used to lower his eyebrows and be obedient, wanting to integrate into this world where martial artists are supreme, and he was whipped and ridiculed for this, but now, he doesn't want to endure it anymore, he doesn't need to endure it anymore, he is already a legendary holy demon master, he can already have a complete planet, he has to endure it anymore, huh?

He raised it like this, and in his silver-colored pupils, a heavy snow broke out that he had never seen before.

The sky above him was once again silently falling snowflakes.

"What's wrong with calling you a waste? A waste who can do sorcery is still a waste! You have the ability, so you can shake it hard with my son! Do you dare? Coward? Waste?" The young man in black was still shouting without knowing whether he was alive or dead, his voice, his words, had made some people a hundred steps away temporarily stop the fight, and stopped to watch the excitement.

"Look at that, those wastes in the black gas building who don't have magic skills and don't die!"

"I bet he won't be able to make three moves. ”

"Three moves? One move, kill in an instant! We are the ones who are worthy of living in the world! There is no magic skill? Isn't that good material for being a slave?"

Some of the blackfish warriors were already saying harsh words from a distance, and they deliberately said them loudly to arouse the anger of those black mansion guests who had not yet been killed, but unfortunately, who could rush to this place under the canopy of heaven did not have a strong cultivation? Not to mention the wastes who were born with stone veins and could not cultivate divine skills, not even the thugs of the rivers and lakes of the Great Perfection of the Peiyuan Period could survive until now! How could the mountain protection array and chain traps of the Duhu Mansion be easy to get along with?

"Haha, do you hear that? This is the fate of you good-for-nothing guys!" The black-robed young man lowered his tone and sneered: "What's the use of learning more demon arts? In the face of this son's thunder runner, you still have no way! This is divine skill, this is the power of real fighting, hard hitting? Do you have it? You don't! You don't have cultivation, you don't have strength, and naturally you won't have the guts!"

"When did I say I wouldn't fight with you?" Yinchen's voice sounded abruptly in a mockery, and the cold wait made people feel excited. "I'll admit that I'm not very proficient in palm techniques, but I'm proficient in claw techniques, do you want to try it?" Yinchen said, his left hand suddenly let go, the white bone-colored fist blade disappeared, replaced with a gold-colored steel claw, and the tips of each finger were covered with sharp blades, as if five sharp small swords, the silver light was slowly precipitating on the left hand, and in the sea of qi, the bright spell power was actually collapsing and destroying one after another!

The monstrous sorrow of the spirit rhino did not come as promised, only a shocking force that could not be resisted, slowly moved out of the sea of qi, precipitated on the left hand, and the realm of light completely disintegrated in a single thought, with the "Soul Condensation Dafa", which is an extreme internal cultivation of specialized control power, as the base, on the left hand repeatedly solidified a complex and precise claw technique, that is, the only claw palm technique that Yinchen can use completely freely now - "Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws". (To be continued.) )