Silver Dust gently held his head in his hands and pressed his temples with his fingers, which was a special action he used to hypnotize himself, he hoped to avoid this rhythmic behavior to force himself to believe that the scene just now was not a fragrant temptation show, but an extremely tragic human tragedy, he felt that he was slowly calming down, and at the same time felt that a person was coming this way. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Silver Dust was startled, and then a wave of ecstasy arose in his heart. He suddenly found himself fully recovered at this point, not only his physical strength and ability to move freely, but even his realm perception of a complete state. He closed his eyes, deliberately made a very weak and helpless appearance, and silently waited for the man to come up to him.

The man approached, and two other people appeared behind him, also walking this way, and at the same time, the remaining dozen or so male monks here all turned around, facing the silver dust, or the purple wind behind the silver dust.

"Boy, the deity and you have to settle the score!" said the man who walked first, his voice filled with annoyed menace. The ghostly wind blew violently from his body, spinning into small transparent vortices within three meters of his body.

That person was none other than Wei Wuliang, who had been frozen before. After he finished speaking, he raised his claws violently, but before he could make a move, the silver dust with his eyes closed suddenly disappeared in place.

He was on the other side of the group of disciples.

The silver-colored mage opened his eyes, and his pupils were already covered with snow: "You can trick me into within three meters of me first!" he provoked, and at the same time stretched out a silver finger like a sneak attack.

"Death!" Wei Wuliang shouted angrily, his tall body soared into the air, and rushed towards Yinchen like a crossbow arrow. A fierce wind swirled around his body, blowing all the monks in his way to the sides. His body was the same as before, so strange that people couldn't even see it clearly, but at this moment he didn't know how terrifying a mage with teleportation ability was.

The air rippled with the howl of a fierce ghost, and subtle pure black smoke rose from Wei Wuliang's claws, his figure was like a twisted and folded black lightning, almost instantaneously rushed to the front of the silver dust, the invisible wind always surrounded him, as if he was an unbreakable heavy armor, and his pair of withered black and hideous claws were now enough to cut through the dark scalpel of all enemies.

When the surrounding monks saw this scene, they all changed color, and the scourge hiding among the monks even let out a fierce scream: "Demon King Breath!" and then looked at Wei Wuliang like a monster, and his body kept retreating. Du Chuanchang and Feng Lieshan also looked at Wei Wuliang who was advancing in amazement, and they were also very curious, how did a Demon Wei Pavilion master who had not reached the Yuanying realm comprehend such a high-level ability as the Demon King's Breath?

The breath of the demon king is a relatively pure dark attribute power, which is a high-level power that has dominance over the impure ordinary ghost Gangfeng, which is equivalent to the "king" in the true yuan of the ghost system, so it is called the breath of the demon king, just some time ago, when Wei Wuliang fought with Yinchen for the first time, he was forced to retreat by the demon breath emitted by the other party, but no one thought that she would be able to urge the breath of the demon king now.

In fact, everyone here doesn't know that the popularity of the demon king's breath, just like the popularity of breaking the mysteries, is because of the "heavenly changes" that quietly happened in the dark.

Just as Wei Wuliang struggled to rush in front of Yinchen, a pitch-black finger blade struck him, and a circle of light full of Chinese characters rippled around him. Wei Wuliang's strength did not weaken in the slightest, but his speed was reduced to zero in an instant, and his tall body was even directly frozen in the air for as long as a second.

"A Thousand Hands Conquer the Heavenly Swastika Great Seal!" With the sound of the mage's incantation, a stream of purple-black light erupted around Wei Wuliang's body, quickly connecting into an impenetrable rune net in the air, and an extremely heavy and suffocating feeling of condensation shrouded in power. The rune net slowly emitted layers of domineering aura, and clouds of thick black smoke enveloped Wei Wuliang entirely.

A solemn aura suddenly erupted in the air, it was not a spiritual solemn coercion, but a heavy feeling in the physical sense, as if the gravity in the entire space had increased several times.

For a second, even if Wei Wuliang, a master of the Convergence Dao, had the aura of the Demon King, he was suppressed by Yinchen for a second.

Silver Dust relaxed, at this time he had not yet discovered that Wei Wuliang already had the ability to fight against his dark magic, and the exclamation of Scourge made him think that Scourge had seen the black mist condensed on the tips of his fingers. Silver Dust's fingers gathered a large number of black particles again, and he planned to end this boring battle with a direct reward after Wei Wuliang was sealed.

"Even if you have claws that can block dark magic, what can you do? Yinchen thought so, but suddenly found that the black mist surrounding Wei Wuliang was still moving, moving towards him.

A second passed quickly, and Silver Dust took a few steps back in horror, and he felt another dark force roll out of the black mist, comparable to his dark magic.

Immediately after, an even more powerful aura of decadence and decay erupted, only a stabbing sound of tearing the sackcloth could be heard, and the black mist released by the Silver Dust Mage was torn apart by Wei Wuliang like something tangible and qualitative, and the black ghost ghost claws quickly grabbed towards the Silver Dust face.

The black fragments of the Great Seal of the Swastika fluttered in the air and began to decay rapidly, as if time had been sped up by many there.

"Boy, do you think your trick is still useful to the deity?" The blackened right claw fell down fiercely, and Wei Wuliang shouted loudly with an anxious and annoyed tone, as if such an angry roar could make him feel a little better, and could make the strange conscience in his heart that even he didn't know so much scarred. Is Wei Wuliang a face-loving person? Is he a person who becomes angry when he is defeated? Obviously not exactly. During the period when he was frozen by Silver Dust, he carefully pondered the strength and tactics of Silver Dust, and he was willing to lose, because he inadvertently picked up "Heavenly Change" and "Breaking Mysteries" during the ten minutes that he was frozen The two shareholders directly comprehended the pure black demon king's breath and comprehended the mystery of the higher-level ghosts, and all these opportunities were given by Yinchen's demon crying slashing fist, because Wei Wuliang's turtle claws, when breaking the demon crying slashing fist, can analyze the operation of that force, and with Wei Wuliang's original, almost the same innate magic skills as writing wheels, he quickly mastered the power skills of the demon king's breath, and others, even if they experienced the "heavenly change", they would have to draw for a year and a half to do it. (To be continued.) )