The young man in the plain green robe, the fear on his face had not yet receded, and his dark green eyes were already flashing with irrational hatred and humiliation:

"Silver Dust!Ten Thousand Sword Hearts!Wait for the deity!" He cursed, the muscles on his face twisted and twitched like a leopard's face, and he turned his head away from his sister, who was related by blood, and there was a cold air all over his body, and the disciples on the left and right avoided it when they saw it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He is Du Chuanchang, the same Du Chuanchang who saw Yinchen again and didn't even dare to show his face.

He is no longer the chief disciple, or even the core disciple, but he is still Du Chuanchang, Du Chuanchang, that is really poisonous enough to penetrate the intestines.

"Yinchen, that kid is afraid that he can't take care of it alone, he still has to tear up with Old Man Feng, and he has to carefully protect the interests of the True King's side. The sect leader said that the people under the True King were too powerful, and they were not even afraid of the Holy Poison, which was a troublesome matter...... But what about the true kings? Those kings and that kings, the deities are not afraid, even if they are all killed, and Nalan Ye is not afraid! Ha! This time the deity is here, and he can still wipe out all of you mortals as he did five years ago! Rong deity thinks about it, the Mingquan and Feiquan of the Holy Water Sect have come, so ......" Du Chuanchang, the former "most beautiful prince in the world", has not changed in appearance in the past five years, and he is still the pleasing man, and he is still the Du Chuanchang who is so poisonous that he can calculate the entire Mowei Pavilion.

This time, there is a stronger force behind him.

This time, he must snatch everything that belongs to him from his own sister.

......

Silver Dust hid in the shadows next to the camp tent of the Demon Gate, and took a deep and grim look at the sign of the Demon Gate.

Shadow shuttle.

He left silently, and in the open space behind the tent, surrounded by boulders, there was intermittently heard a middle-aged man scolding.

Obviously, the loss of a ballista is not something that is easy for the northerners to accept.

Yinchen didn't care about these guys' idle affairs, he must now immediately find a quiet place to cultivate, seriously and thoroughly integrate his strength, sort out his spells, and carefully weigh his hole cards.

He was not satisfied with the few battles he had returned from the Chiyou Inheritance Land, and felt that he had not brought his strength into play, especially when facing the Returning Void Elder, he should have the confidence to kill with one blow, but in the end, he actually took advantage of the ease of the atmosphere and fled.

"We must think of a way, the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist is gone, but the final battle is indispensable!" he whispered to himself, and soon, he found an abandoned small room.

It was a very ordinary and secret place in the abandoned palace complex, and Silver Dust took a moment to set it up into the Demon Duncan Secret Room, and then sat cross-legged in the middle of the small chamber.

Silver Dust sat down cross-legged, holding an ordinary crystal ball in his hand, which Silver Dust had bought in Pershing City to refine into some kind of auxiliary magic weapon, but now, he had to take on the heavy responsibility of the elemental pool.

The inscriptions of the three elements of water, fire, and light were all engraved into the core of the crystal ball through the arcane magic seal, inspiring the three colors of red, blue, and gold, and when Yinchen closed his eyes tightly, he concentrated his energy, and when he carved the elemental inscription of the wind into it, there was a little more green light in the crystal ball, but in an instant, it was swallowed up by red and blue, turning into water-blue lightning, and golden-yellow light, Yinchen smiled bitterly, and continued to specialize in the inscription of the dark element, but at this moment, his expression was distorted.

He was shocked to find that he had forgotten the inscription of the dark element!

"How is it possible?!" Silver Dust quickly turned off his perception of the elements in the outside world, concentrating on recalling all the elemental inscriptions and even enchantment techniques he mastered, but the more he recalled, the more frightened he became, because he suddenly found that what was stored in his mind was not his own memory at all.

"There is no such thing as a dark force in the world, darkness is only in the human heart. Mysterious power comes from deep space, and only through people's greed, desire, resentment, murderous intent, jealousy, distortion and other negative emotions can the so-called darkness be formed, and the so-called demons can be formed. There is no demon in the world, and mediocrity disturbs itself. All the nightmares, witchcraft, and spells created by Xuanli are just the result of the interaction and cooperation between Xuanli and all things in Zhoutian. ”

"The Chinese race, like light and do not like dark, so from the ancient inheritance, there is no dark witchcraft, all the inheritance, the curse, are evil wind, that is, the evil art of the wind, the one who attracts the little ghost, is the corpse qi, the art of channeling and thick earth transformation, and it is also a combination of it. I, the people of Huaxia, can't be cursed with grievances and hatred, can't be corrupted and worn out as pride, only allowed to cultivate the Rising Sun Flame, Feng Shui to build achievements, and the Five Thunder Righteous Dharma, and not to push evil arts!"

These two memories surfaced, and Silver Dust also understood his own situation a little. Although the Huaxia Witch God admits the existence of dark magic, he resolutely refuses to allow his people to cultivate this destructive power that cannot be turned back once it is cast, so he can now be regarded as completely cutting off the possibility of cultivating true dark magic, and the light and dark hedge physique does not exist. All of his dark magic is actually a dual arcane art of transformation and necromancy formed directly through the air, the earth, and all matter in the environment under the influence of occult power.

"It's no wonder that the Dark Nightmare can be directly materialized, if it is real dark magic, it is impossible to achieve it at all, the Dark Nightmare is a fake dark spirit magic, it is an illusion, all the power is just an illusion, but now it can be directly turned into reality. Silver Dust figured this out, and gave up carving dark magic inscriptions into the elemental pool. Close your eyes and think carefully about the memories left by Chiyou, and then compare it with "Introduction to Quantum" to find out the understanding of the world of the ancient witch gods little by little.

"Is this the Triangular Plane Principle? Did the ancients know about this a million years ago?!" Yinchen whispered to himself, his tone full of shock and helplessness. The triangular plane principle is a principle that all mages who do not hedge their constitution must follow. To put it bluntly, it is best for a mage to cultivate one main and three auxiliary four elements at the same time, the main element as the bottom surface, try to solve all problems with this element, and the remaining three elements as commonly used attack magic, keep improving. The elements on the bottom side need to be completely instantaneous, such as arm command, like abilities, and don't need to consider spell strength and penetration level, while the remaining three elements require power, range, range, spell power, and penetration level, etc., but they don't necessarily require instantaneous. When Silver Dust was surprised. The proportion of the magic elements in his body is also changing rapidly, in an undetectable place in the sea of consciousness, the water and fire elements that were originally in the form of yin and yang fish, the light and dark elements suddenly disintegrated, scattered and flowed, and soon merged into a gray chaotic mist, in the mist, the black vortex slowly condensed and gradually sank, while the red, blue, and gold three-color points of light continued to converge, and finally turned into three small peaks, growing out of the black whirlpool, staying on the dark whirlpool-like sea surface, and then, on the three peaks composed of light, each emitted a light of the same color, connected to another peak, forming a triangular suspended bracket, on the bracket, like a science fiction movie, slowly emerge reinforced concrete, foundation garage, thick earth masonry, asphalt pavement, and finally become a city of high-rise buildings in the sea of silver dust.

The dark colors quickly disappeared from all parts of the city, and the deep purple took their place, and those dark colors floated out, condensing each other like cloud-like paint, and turned into dark red clouds, which then condensed and compressed each other, and became black as ink again.

Those dark demon-like substances condensed from gas into liquid, then solid, and finally condensed into a person, and that person was the dark pope of the city, the Tribulation.

Standing proudly above the Nine Heavens, he looked down on a street where the golden-covered professional killer Dawn in Altaïr's Cloak of an Assassin was looking up at him, even wiping his neck.

The two primordial gods looked at each other, nodded to each other, and then silently hid and disappeared in the city of Zhihai in the silver dust.

At the same time, a huge amount of information flows rolled through Yinchen's mind, these are not Chiyou's memories or inheritance, but the decomposition information proposed from Chiyou's memory, as well as the corresponding information proposed from the three major divine skills of the Demon Pavilion, this information is calculated at high speed in the brain of Yinchen comparable to a computer, and it is more weighed, although it does not get double-precision floating-point results like a real computer, but it also derives a large number of relatively accurate integer values, after all, this is an estimation and trade-off, and it is not a three-dimensional calculation.

Relying on these so-called estimates with some inconsequential digits after the decimal point removed, Yinchen really began to measure the value of Chiyou Martial Arts, a heritage that he had overlooked. Obviously, in some of the previous battles, Silver Dust's Chi You Wan Transformation Technique combined with the Dark Nightmare created some amazing battle scenes, whether it was the Earth Demon who devoured the giant beast alive, or the bone prison that turned the relationship between the hijacking and the reduction of the holdings, or even the Eye of Death that hit the distraction master with one blow, everything was just the result of the forced changes of substances such as trees, earth and air, and it was also the embodiment of the Chi You Wan Transformation Technique, on the other hand, Chi You Martial Arts, Silver Dust has not used it until today, the Demon Cry Slash Fist still uses the previous skills, the Holy Light Hundred Cracks are simply abandoned, and the Ice and Snow Sealing Sword is completely from another realization of Chi You, maybe not even a move invented by Chi You himself.

Chiyou Martial Arts, which is more powerful than Chiyou Wanhua, was ignored by Yinchen like this, and now that I think about it, I am really ashamed. Relying on the magician's brain, Yinchen decomposed the ninety-nine eighty-one routines in Chiyou Martial Arts, and fused them with the three major exercises of the Demon Wei Pavilion, the Demon Crying Slash Fist, and the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws, and compared and studied each other. While the information flow in his mind was comparing and estimating with each other, his body was slowly shining with terrifying three-color light.

The flames flowed out from his fingertips, slowly ascending along his arms, flowing through his shoulder blades, flowing behind his back, and finally igniting his whole body, the Cold Ice Sect seeped out from the edge of his palm, covering his whole body along the path of flames, and after a while, his whole body was frozen, including the flames, and the power of light poured out from his palms, flowing through his whole body along a fixed path again, and where he passed, the ice shattered, the flames were extinguished, and there was only a golden-colored treasure solemn. Silver Dust's body is sometimes as hot as charcoal, sometimes frozen as ice, sometimes sacred as a seated Buddha, switching back and forth between red, blue and gold, his skin, his flesh and blood, and his bones are all scorching, cold and holy The triple force is beating, transforming towards a certain ancient way of existence, and the strength and rigidity that the mage's body lacks most have also been slightly improved under this repeated tempering.

On the skin, lines of red, blue, or gold were repeatedly etched by the three forces, and lines of red blood emerged from the skin, but they quickly healed and disappeared under a mysterious resurrection force. The three-color lines cut from the surface of the skin, through the dermis, and into the muscles, and a red, pale blue, golden light shimmered along these lines, and from a distance it looked like a very thin neon tube. These lines were not magic arrays, but meridians on Silver Dust's body. His meridians were being repeatedly tempered and precipitated by three different powers, which were both like solidifying magic, but also somewhat fundamentally different.

The red, blue and gold light became brighter and brighter, so that it could illuminate the space around him for about a zhang and a half, and those halos full of elements converged into a blurry image behind the silver dust, all of which were atlases of martial arts moves, if someone was lucky enough to observe these maps at this time, then he might really be able to learn the supreme mastery of one and a half moves.

Silver Dust's body was being tempered by his own unconscious. In his mind, he was tempering the Demon Crying Slash Fist in every possible way. The horror of Chiyou martial arts is by no means something that people in this world can imagine, in Chiyou martial arts, the Demon Crying Slash Fist, and the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws are actually two different interpretations of a kind of martial arts!

A kind of martial arts!

Yinchen's heart trembled, but he didn't dare to relax at all, every routine in Chiyou martial arts was meticulously integrated into the Demon Cry Slash Fist, that's right, the Demon Cry Slash Fist, he finally chose the move of the ghost god, I can't tell why, maybe it was because the swift and powerful attack was what he urgently needed, maybe because after the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist was lost, he tacitly accepted that he had lost the inheritance of the thunder god.

Chiyou martial arts, dead soul killing, and the disintegration of heavenly demons, these terrifying fighting skills are gradually integrated into the Demon Cry Slash Fist, turning a straight fist into a complete set of martial arts. The Demon Cry Slash Fist is no longer just a boxing technique, it has gradually added claw skills, finger skills, hand knife kung fu and palm techniques issued by the Devil Cry Slash Mystery, the essence of these skills is the Demon Cry Slash Fist, or in other words, the use of the same force skills as the Demon Cry Slash to promote the moves.