Faith Redemption, Darkness Enchantment Magic, can be moved, but can only exist in the form of an enchantment, even if it is used by Silver Dust in a materialized way, it is also a cover condensed by a faint black mist, the faint black mist affects the sight a little, and the dense black smoke outside the enchantment has completely cut off the line of sight, and the forty people of the Golden Dao Gate can only follow the Silver Dust, and the Silver Dust, can only discern the direction through the induction of the True King Zhao Lingfeng, and walks straight towards Feiquan.

Feiquan's monsters under them had already been shocked to death by the huge explosion, Feiquan survived by the secret treasure he got from the blazing white peony, and Zhen Duoshi didn't know how to pick up a life. At this time, Zhen Duoshi had abandoned everyone and fled alone like a hamster in a panic.

Feiquan felt a serious suffocation, the intense heat scorched her skin, making her originally beautiful and elastic body shriveled and curled, Feiquan couldn't shout anything at this time, he didn't have an endless stream of spiritual treasures like Zhen Duoshi, in the face of the fire, she didn't know what to do at all.

She was desperate, she felt like she was about to die, but at this moment, a voice that she least wanted to hear right now suddenly sounded.

"The Lotus of Final Ice, the Storm Dragon Eternal Tribulation Ice Prison. ”

The fist intent of the Demon Crying Slashing Fist turned into a claw wind bursting with cold light, and it roared and came straight at it.

Beside her, the frightened and angry roars of the survivors rang out.

【Around the Shinoh Camp】

When the forbidden spell in the distance erupted, the light suddenly increased, illuminating a camp in front of him, Wang Shenhai roared and led the white team of the Divine Sword Gate to pounce over.

Less than a minute ago, Wang Shenhai carried everyone from the Divine Sword Sect on his back, hid in a shadow, took out a bottle of chicken blood, and poured half of it on his face.

He really wanted to use this kind of method that only executioners would use, using a bottle of chicken blood that was still preserved by the secret method and still had a little temperature left, to extinguish the uneasiness that had been moving up and down in his heart.

And at this moment, with chicken blood on his face, he really didn't seem to feel the uncomfortable feeling that had been tormenting him to sleep unsteadily, and the whole person became excited, facing the lonely banner of the real palace on the camp in front of him, and he no longer had the fear of emotion, and there was no longer a damn trace of longing and envy.

He raised the long sword in his hand, shouted and led the charge, and the junior brothers and sisters behind him separated him, shouting and running, adding a lot of momentum to himself.

Wang Shenhai didn't need to look back to know that among the crowds behind him, there was Master Liuye, a master of the Convergence Dao, in charge, and there was no need to worry about what masters the other party would come out of, after all, from Fang Tianhang's intelligence, he knew that Zhao Lingfeng only had two butlers in the Transformation Qi Realm and a bunch of private soldiers in the palace, and with the combat power of the Divine Sword Gate hundred-man team, it could be completely shelved.

At this moment, Wang Shenhai didn't have time to think about Fang Tianhang, who suddenly disappeared, and he wouldn't be bored enough to think about what he would do if he met an opponent like Zhao Guangyi, he simply thought that if a master like Zhao Guangyi was there, Lord Zhao Meiyu should not fight his idea at all.

He shouted, charged, and straddled a distance of several hundred meters in a daze, jumped past the low rejecting horse, and rushed into the camp, after which he froze.

The open space of the camp was empty. There wasn't even a campfire or a haystack with straw mats, and on a lonely tent, there was a lonely wooden flagpole that looked like a wooden rafter in a side room, and on it floated a flag of the real king's mansion.

"No one?" Wang Shenhai's first thought was that he had been ambushed, but when he stopped, when the dozen or so people behind him also stopped, he immediately denied this idea.

He had stopped for three seconds, but there was silence around him, neither the shadow of the ambush nor the shouts of ambush, only a camp, a tent, a flag, and a large hall.

Less than five meters to the north of the deserted camp was a large hall with a partially collapsed roof, the door of which was long gone, and the wide opening revealed a lot of decaying construction debris and pieces of bright sky light leaking from the broken roof. Wang Shenhai glanced hard at the dark gate hole, but did not find the breath of a living person.

"Escaped?" Wang Shenhai muttered to himself, the disappointment in his stomach turned in a small circle, and immediately turned into an unexplained anger, and he pointed his long sword. led more than a dozen people around him and rushed into the main hall.

The hall was empty.

Behind him, more and more disciples of the Divine Sword Sect rushed into the camp and dispersed, shouting, cursing and complaining, some trying to lift the lonely tent, and some busy pushing until the rejection of the horse. Wang Shenhai and his gang scattered and searched in the direction of the depth of the main hall.

"Is the effect of chicken blood so bad?" Somehow, Wang Shenhai's heart rose up that uneasy feeling, and it was unprecedentedly strong, Wang Shenhai thought that it was the uneasiness of his conscience, a meaningless reflection on the incident five years ago. In order to dispel the feeling of increasing irritability in his heart, he waved his sword wildly and walked towards the depths of the main hall with a quickened pace.

It seems that the large darkness can absorb the irritability in my heart like a sponge.

However, as he had taken twelve and a half steps, the feeling of uneasiness had suddenly increased many times over, and in the last half step, before he had even let his feet fall to the sand, he retracted backwards.

Wang Shenhai turned his head suddenly, and the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, who were originally quite noisy outside, suddenly fell silent.

"There is an ambush!" Wang Shenhai couldn't take care of it much at this time, and shouted to beckon the fellow juniors to rush towards the entrance of the main hall, but in an instant, the entrance of the main hall was completely blocked by two huge and thick iron fence gates.

The iron fence was like a god of death falling from the sky, and it actually completely closed the door of the main hall in the most unlikely way of falling downward. Wang Shenhai exerted his strength at his feet, and an afterimage flashed to the door of the main hall, and he slashed out with a sword with enough divine skills.

When there was a loud bang, the fire splashed everywhere, but the iron fence, which was no more than the thickness of the index finger, did not move.

"Damn! it's cold iron!" Wang Shenhai desperately grasped the iron fence that was only wide enough for babies to enter and exit sideways, and shook it vigorously, but the iron fence still did not move, and there was no clang.

Behind him, more than a dozen disciples of the Divine Sword Sect gathered over and accompanied him in despair.

Outside the main hall, sixty people surrounded more than eighty people.

Eight forbidden army guards brought by Silver Dust, wearing heavy armor and holding short crossbows of the True King's Mansion in their hands, rushed out of the shadows of the ruins around the camp, first sealing off the back roads of these people, and then, from all the places around the camp that could hide people, and even some places that didn't look like they could hide people, jumped out one after another Heroes who were full of spirit and murderous intent. Some of them are disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, some are the secret guards of the True King's Mansion, and some are good hands in the forbidden army. No matter what background these people had in the past, what forces they had taken refuge into, and what kind of life creed and code of conduct they had, they were completely single-minded at this time, and they wanted to wipe out all the enemies they would attack in the future, rather than repelling them.

Zhao Lingfeng had already given an order, except for the people from Yinchen and Jindaomen, the rest of the people broke into the camp without official notification, whether they were friends or foes, and all the offenders, regardless of life or death, all the valuable items on their bodies belonged to the people who seized him, no rank, no need to report, and no need to hand them over.

Zhao Lingfeng has such courage and confidence, of course, he also told his subordinates that this is the only time, and if he misses this opportunity, it is likely that there will be no such show in the future.

Therefore, whether it is the Iron Sword Gate with bitter hatred for the betrayal of the faith of the Divine Sword Gate, or the secret guard who regards the majesty of the prince as the only justice in the world, or those forbidden soldiers who want to get rich and want to go crazy, in their eyes, these guys who trespass into the camp and come unkindly have long become silver dollars for walking, and the eyes of each of the sixty people are blue, like the eyes of a wolf, carefully looking at every piece of clothing and every ornament on the bodies of these killers, whether it is the stainless steel sword in their hands, or the rosewood scabbard on their waists, and even the darts they may have hidden in their sleeves, all of them have become the reason for the soldiers under the True King to seek money and kill themselves, not to mention the light backpack behind these disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, as well as the money bag on their waists.

And the more than eighty disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, at this time, all trembled and looked at their enemies from all commanding heights, and in the case of no one organized a formation to resist the enemy, no one resisted, and no one even dared to move, because the number of people was in the hands of their smaller enemies, holding a strong crossbow, and the arrows that had already been prepared in the strong crossbow were the broken arrows that made the warriors of the world and even the northern army feel a headache.

It was a more terrible weapon to kill than an air-extinguishing arrow.

In the southern army, the strong crossbowmen and heavy infantry once terrified the world, the short crossbow in the strong crossbowmen, the workmanship is exquisite, powerful, winding speed and range are the first in the world, this kind of strong crossbow can take human life at a distance of 300 meters, and the distance between them and the enemy may be just more than 30 meters at this time.

In this way, no one dared to move, and no one dared to fearlessly charge the enemy formation. The Yuan Breaking Arrow is one of the few means in this world that can penetrate the military Gangfeng, and the body protection Gangfeng of ordinary warriors is no different from the paper paste in front of it, only the strong people above the distraction can use the weapon in their hands to push the flying arrows away, and at present, among the elites of the Divine Sword Sect of less than 100 people, most of the people's strength is between the high stage of entering the body and the beginning of the qi transformation stage.

At this time, Zhao Yuheng poked his head out of the two slightly sharp, beast-like stones, looked cautiously and satisfied at the trembling people of the Divine Sword Sect below, and gently raised his breath, and said in a voice that was slightly louder than normal speech, but could spread throughout the battlefield: "Surrender! This king does not disdain to kill prisoners." ”

His tone was fearless, because as soon as there was any change in the people below, he would order the arrows to be released, and the powerful Yuan-breaking arrows could kill at least thirty of the eighty people, and then with sixty people against fifty people, the true king, who had an advantage in numbers, morale and equipment, could not lose at all.

"That's it, surrender, Wang Shenhai, for the sake of you being my senior brother in the past, I can ask my uncle to spare your life......" Through the fence made of cold iron, Yixuanzi, who suddenly appeared, said to Wang Shenhai.

"Who are you?" Wang Shenhai's voice was full of distrust, he was sure that he didn't know this person.

"I'm Li Lin?" Yi Xuanzi said with a chuckle, his chuckle was full of sadness, but without the slightest resentment: "You definitely won't remember me, because more than five years ago, I was just the most ordinary disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, with average swordsmanship, average talent, and even more average ability to pat on the back, such an ordinary person, in the eyes of Wang Shenhai, your senior brother, what can be worth knowing and befriending?"

"Li Lin ......" Wang Shenhai, who was dressed in colorful and green clothes, looked at Yixuanzi, who was dressed in a plain and refreshing dress, and a look of memory flashed in his eyes for a while. He remembered, and he was horrified to find that he could still remember. Once upon a time, he was not the current Wang Shenhai with eyes on the top of his head, who could only look at people in high places and could not see people in low places, he also worshiped Wang Shenhai with other brothers and sisters named Wan Jianxin and named Chivalrous Daoyi, Wang Shenhai at that time, knew everyone in the Shenjian Gate, whether it was a disciple, a cook, or even a handyman, he knew it, because he wanted to unite all people, unite all those who were willing to step into the Shenjian Gate, and together form a Great Wall of flesh and blood called "Righteous Path".

At that time, he united all his senior brothers and sisters, but now he only recognizes officials who give him a future and money, and he can't name new disciples many times, and can only use "hey" and "you" to refer to them.

Wang Shenhai hated himself at that time, hated himself who had a dream of justice, and hated himself who would not tend to be inflammatory, so in his eyes, after a second of memory flashed, he died of an offended anger.

"I really can't remember any cats and dogs!" he said coldly: "But you, who shout the so-called slogan of justice all day long, now even use this evil trick of setting traps and trapping people? This is what you call the right way?"

"Please, Wang Shenhai, you are also a senior brother in the Divine Sword Sect! Don't be so stupid, okay?" Yixuanzi heard Wang Shenhai's words, and shouted a little exaggeratedly: "When you entered the door, didn't you even look at the plaque on the door? You didn't see the words "Torture Hall" so big? Or do you not know the words at all?"

When he said this, the truth was revealed, but Wang Shenhai's face was completely green. It turned out that this dilapidated hall was the main hall of the torture hall in the former sect of the East China Sea Secret Realm, no wonder such a cold iron fence would be installed inside the door beam, which was clearly to prevent the prisoners inside from escaping. They entered the main hall and fumbled for a while, but they still touched the mechanism and let the fence fall.

Thinking that this hall might be full of organs, Wang Shenhai and more than a dozen of the most elite Divine Sword Sect disciples behind him were all in a cold sweat, and Kill Matt's hairstyle instantly fell down like bubble noodles, looking middle two and decadent, and there was no such deterrent power as a cockscomb at all. Yixuanzi simply leaned on a pillar of the temple outside the door, and squinted at Wang Shenhai: "Okay, don't talk about it, Wang Shenhai, let me ask you again, do you want to surrender?"