The scouts sent out also quietly rushed back before noon, and several big men were surrounding Jiang Lishi muttering and muttering about the situation, what "other sects are dead and wounded", what "the four major forces of the Demon Wei Pavilion, the Holy Water Sect, the Sanxiu and the Red Dragon Sect are fighting under the mountain", what "there are countless poisonous insects on the mountain, and the main hall is full of organs", what "a certain sect has died left" and so on were carried by the wind in the forest, and inadvertently flowed into the little girl's ears, making her shiver lightly. The fight outside the forest www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion is dark, and it is more and more peaceful and beautiful like heaven here. The little girl felt a little bored, a little sad, and even a little depressed for no reason, and she simply untied the bag on her back and stood up gently, wanting to breathe.

She stumbled upon another glimpse of the motionless demon angel, and turned around to take a closer look at the girl, who was as tall and short as herself. The bright red hood had obscured its beautiful face and terrifying black eyes, and only a small piece of soft chin was exposed, revealing a hint of static, eternal, and dead warmth.

"You used to be a girl, you must be very beautiful and likable, right?" the little girl said to the demon angel, of course she knew that the demon angel might not be able to hear her at all, because no matter what attitude she and Wan Jianxin used to treat it, it would always be indifferent.

"You must have been a very cute girl before, like Nong, with a miserable background, and fell into the hands of demons and monsters, so you became like this, right? When you met Brother Yinchen, why didn't you ask him for help? He is so kind and kind, if you ask him, you will definitely get help, right? Now it seems that you must have made Brother Yinchen angry, right? Do you look down on him? Like those sisters in the sect, you can only look down on people who are big officials? Brother Yinchen probably didn't do anything big, right? You scolded him? Say those nasty things like the sisters in the palace deal with street beggars? Then you must regret it now, right? Or are you, as Brother Wan said, have you even lost the girl's shame or something......? Would you like to be a demon?"

The girl babbled on something she didn't bother with herself. She felt very comfortable in this way, speaking to something that could never speak, or even barely move, but had the form of a human being, and poured out her heart, as if she could feel extremely relaxed, as if an invisible stone that had been pressing on her chest before was suddenly gone. She poured out softly, from the hazy happiness of her infancy, to the tragedy of her parents dying one after another, to the hesitation and depression under the fence in the Chongwang Mansion, to the exhaustion between sisters, maids and servants, and finally the indifference and change of hearts in the sect, as well as the horror of the siege of zombies, she told them all one by one. It's hard to imagine that such a twelve-year-old delicate little girl can tolerate the warmth and coldness of the world in her inner world, and it's hard to imagine that such a "little princess" who was born in the family of Zhong Ming Ding Food would experience such a treacherous and dark human world. She longs for simple love, simple beauty, but there is only a gray world in front of her. She talked, and casually chanted a sentence or two of miscellaneous poems, and even hummed a little song or two casually, she talked about her opening a poetry club in the palace, inviting sisters, and she was happy, and she also said that because she didn't learn to be popular in the poetry club, she alarmed the great fortune of the palace, and was reprimanded and even almost beaten. She said a lot, but she never mentioned the hazy and lingering feelings between herself and the second prince of the palace, because she felt that it was an insult to Yinchen, and she would never, absolutely not, and should never say it to anyone, in any way, at any time, that it would be to dip in the pig cage.

She said this, becoming more and more bold, and more and more relaxed her vigilance in front of the demon angel, an inhuman flesh and blood puppet. In the end, she was so bold that she actually reached out to touch the beautiful body of the demon angel.

Poke poke.

She gently poked the demon angel's chest with her little fingers. "Why do you have so much meat here? a little more than Nong's. She lowered her head and gently stroked her breasts, which had just begun to develop, but she didn't notice that the moment she lowered her head, two silver lights suddenly lit up in the shadow of the red hood.

The eyes of the demon angel have completely turned pure silver, with no whites of the eyes, no pupils, and are completely two glowing light bulbs. The wind preceded the light and spun from the demon angel. The sensitive little girl immediately noticed the unusual flow in the air and looked up suddenly.

"You ......" she was speechless, for there was only a dazzling silvery glow in front of her that symbolized space magic.

The light was like a flash of light, engulfing the entire mountain forest in an instant. The small Golden Daomen tent disappeared without a trace in the silver-white pillar of light, and was sucked into another space by the black hole of light, and after a very short period of drifting, it was ejected from the white hole at the other end.

The light dissipated, and everything in the mountains and forests was as usual, no flames, no winds, no destruction, only the Golden Knife Gate had once been here in vain. Only the lonely demon angel suddenly spread his wings and flew towards the white sky.

It will return to its master, continuing to exist as a blade in the shadows.

......

In the five seconds that the light faded, nothing could be undone.

When the Silver Dust Holy Mage finished teleporting, when Wan Jianxin and the others were still slowly recovering from the strange feeling of weightlessness. On the high platform twenty meters away, five pillars of light suddenly lit up.

The blue of the wind, the purple of the thunder, the gray of iron, the blue of the undead, and the poisonous green, the five colors instantly illuminated the entire underground space, the pillar of light linked the heaven and the earth, and the books in the pillar of light slowly uncovered the heavy log cover, and the golden paper turned quickly in the air.

"What's that?" Wan Jianxin first noticed something unusual in the distance: "Isn't that ...... Silver Dust, thank you!" After he finished speaking, his body, which had rested for many days, was at its peak, light as a swallow, and it was ten meters away in just one flash.

"Wait!" Silver Dust shouted, "There's something wrong with that book!"

"Brother Silver Dust, this time your kindness to our Golden Knife Gate, we have made a note!" Prison Worship gave Silver Dust a fist salute, and then turned around, the thick legs wrapped in the chain mail were heavy with mana, and the whole person rumbled like a small Tyrannosaurus wearing armor.

"Come back!" Yinchen was anxious, shouting and urgently contacting the remnants of the thunder god and the ghost god with his divine thoughts: "You two want to find a way! I can't stop them!"

"There is no way. The remnants of the ghosts and gods replied coldly: "That's their own choice-be careful! Your enemies should be running too!"

Yinchen turned his head suddenly, he didn't see any superfluous people, only heard a noisy sound, footsteps, fights, quarrels and insults one after another, as if there was a mudslide rolling in from afar. As soon as Yinchen was stunned, he felt that he was being picked up, and flew towards the high platform where five pillars of light rose like clouds.

It was a warm embrace with a hint of the scent of ice lotus, needless to say, it was the only female elder who survived in the Golden Sword Sect. She hugged Yinchen and almost chased Lin Xuanchen to the high platform. At the moment when they stood still on the high platform, a large group of people surrounded the high platform.

"People from the Golden Dao Gate?" Du Chuanchang's voice was filled with surprise and dissatisfaction.

"Grass!" An unfamiliar voice came, and his tone was even more arrogant than Du Chuanchang.

"Wan Jian Xin, you're not dead yet?!" This is Fang Tianhang's voice That's right, the Silver Dust Mage looked down and was shocked to find that there were almost three thousand people gathered here.

These people are clearly divided into four large parts. The Demon Dao disciples led by Du Chuanchang, the Alliance of Good and Evil led by Senior Aunt Mingquan, a small wave of miscellaneous armies led by an old casual cultivator as the temporary leader, and another strange middle-aged man who didn't seem to be a good person, the largest wave of rabble.

The four forces lined up in almost four vertical lines, encircling the thirteen people of the Golden Dao Gate on the high platform, and they looked as embarrassed as if they were being criticized at this time.

"Fang Tianhang, you can all live, what reason do I have to die?" Wan Jianxin's hand pressed the hilt of the sword, and looked coldly at Fang Tianhang, who was huddled in the crowd below. He was facing the forces of the entire Holy Water Sect, facing nearly a hundred people alone, but the coercion exuded from his body could actually suppress all of these nearly a hundred people.

At this time, Wan Jianxin was unharmed, and even his gorgeous and strange clothes were not damaged in the slightest, but what about the people below? After climbing into the Purple Blood Temple, he was almost killed by the Purple Wind Sanren, and in the process of digging out the Blood Prison, he accidentally touched some vicious mechanisms, and when he came here, he was covered with scars, unkempt, and embarrassed like beggars. Ming Quan even forcibly snatched the whole body of a certain disciple of the Interpretation Sect who came to answer her before barely covering her seductive body, so that Wan Jianxin faced this team, and several women were naked and unbearable.

Such a hundred people with low morale were suppressed by one person with high morale.

"Look at you, ah? You're actually naked!" Wan Jianxin pointed at Fang Tianhang in the crowd with his left hand and scolded loudly: "Betraying the master! Can't the great crime of mutilating your siblings satisfy you? Do you still want to throw away the shame of being a human being? You disappoint me too much! Disappoint the sect too much! People like you are as famous as me Wan Jianxin? Wan thinks that he has behaved properly all his life and is worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth, I really don't know which way of the gods he has provoked, and he wants to carry such an infamy for no reason?!"

Wan Jianxin's voice fell, but Fang Tianhang did not respond. He just squirmed his lips while covering his shyness: "Wait for this seat...... Look at how I will sue you in front of the master in front of the head of the sect when I go back......" He didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to express any clear attitude to Wan Jianxin on the high platform, so he could only shrink down like a turtle grandson, behind the slender and soft back of Master Mingquan. At this time, he has no clothes, no weapons, his bare hands and his body is fourfold, he is as small as an ant in front of Wan Jianxin, what qualifications does he have to talk back to Wan Jianxin?

At this moment, a stout hand grabbed Fang Tianhang's shoulder and led him backwards. Fang Tianhang looked back and saw that it was Lei Qianqi who was in the same situation as him, and then found that many male monks around him were retreating. He looked at the high platform in surprise along Lei Qianqi's gesture, looked at the annoying Wan Jian Xin's side, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

Almost all the men in the Holy Water Sect Group were retreating spontaneously or forcefully, while almost all of the men in the Demon Wei Pavilion Group, led by Du Chuanchang, retreated ten meters in embarrassment, as if they wanted to keep a safe distance from some extremely high-risk explosives. Wan Jianxin saw the movement of the people below, he turned his head and followed Fang Tianhang's frightened gaze to look at his side.

He saw his savior and sworn brother Silver Dust throwing something to the ground.

A very heavy black plate axe, a very soft and long black whip, a very sharp black long sword, a well-made black spear, and thirteen black daggers, and even a very thick black short knife less than two feet long, with an extremely sharp blade.

Every thing is a medium-grade or higher mystical weapon, and so many add up, it is simply all the belongings of a small sect. Wan Jianxin couldn't help frowning as he watched Yinchen's loser-like movements.

"Silver dust, don't throw it around! these things are all good goods, just take a handful and throw it in the furnace to re-smelt it, if you have good luck, you can at least produce a high-grade spiritual weapon!"

"You want everything you want. "Silver Dust's words sounded so bold that he broke through the sky and packed all the belongings of a small sect and gave them to others? The emperor of the Southern Empire would not dare to play like this.

"You really ......," Wan Jianxin stopped halfway through his words. He keenly noticed that every time Yinchen threw out something, the people in the audience would stir, and since the people from their Golden Sword Gate had gone up to the high platform, none of the two thousand monks below had dared to come up.

It's not realistic.

The five books of the Evil Dark Monarchy are less than ten meters behind them, once the holy weapon is in hand, then it is too late to rescue it, there are so many people below, why ......?

Before Wan Jianxin could think about it, he saw Silver Dust finally throw out a very strange-shaped, crescent-shaped box.

The moment the box hit the ground, there were bursts of frightened cries from the crowd below.

"Yinchen, have you really obtained the inheritance of the Purple Wind Scattered People?" Du Chuanchang's voice came abruptly, overshadowing the frightened voices of the others. Yinchen turned his head and looked coldly at Du Chuanchang, who was wearing a lilac robe and looking tired and depressed. He was first slightly surprised that Du Chuanchang could leave the blood prison alive, and then said a piece of news that he took for granted, but others felt that it was going to collapse.

"No, I just killed him. ”

Kill him.

Kill him.

him.

He.

The "......" crowd suddenly fell silent, the scattered cultivators and the fourth party forces were fine, they were just waiting to see what happened, everyone in the Demon Wei Pavilion Group and the Holy Water Sect Group opened their mouths in horror, and looked at Silver Dust's little white face with a look of "Are you a special alien?" "Kill the Purple Wind Scatterer, how did you do it?" Du Chuanchang was already so frightened that he was incoherent, in his opinion, except for Wei Wuliang, the dead ghost, I am afraid that all the people who were in the blood prison at that time combined could not match the hand of the Purple Wind Scatterer!

The Great Dzogchen is no joke!) )