The fire light condensed at the fingertips, and then compressed, unlike normal fire magic, this time the fire magic had an extra second to compress, and it didn't converge and fire out as usual. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The compressed flame turned into a short red ray of light, which was emitted for a meter before suddenly expanding to its normal size.

It was a big fireball.

It was the Black Sky Flame Dragon God Killing Cannon.

The crimson fireball slammed into the thick ice, and the moment the red and blue came into contact with each other. A golden light suddenly lit up, followed by a huge explosion.

The moment the golden light lit up, ice and fire, red and blue swirled into the otherworldly sky and ground in that small space, and the red lotus bloomed on the earth, and thousands of ice fell from the sky. The world of the hedge of ice and fire paused for a full three seconds, exploding into the most complete nothingness in a cloud of golden light. Xuan Bing, the flames, and the woman who sneaked up behind them all completely turned into dust in those last three seconds.

That person was Xiaohong, Mingquan's maid.

In doing so, Yinchen has actually made his position clear, that is, he will never compromise on Mingquan.

He wouldn't care what kind of dirt would be between Mingquan and Xiaohong, and he wouldn't consider that Xiaohong had betrayed Mingquan according to Rancosmos's instructions, and was ready to secretly control Yinchen completely in her hands. He wouldn't consider whether Xiaohong, a young woman, would be like Mingquan, for the sake of her own life, in order to be able to get on the throne by unscrupulous means, and what kind of bad tricks will come out. He would not have the patience to listen to Xiaohong's defense, and he would never have the leisure to leave Xiaohong's body behind for Mingquan to be vigilant.

After all, in the secret realm, it is dangerous and unpredictable, and it is normal for a person to go missing.

After launching the fireball, Silver Dust waved his hand suddenly, and a transparent wind emanated from the palm of his hand, spinning to remove a layer of sand from the ground, revealing several tattered spiritual weapons inside, all of which were damaged. They are here, using the most standard form to interpret what it means to break the halberd and sink into the sand.

These are the ironclad evidence of the chaotic civilization period before the thousand-year historical record, the monks fought each other, the dead monks have been completely decayed, the bones are rotten, only these broken weapons silently explain the cruelty of the disputes in the rivers and lakes.

Silver Dust didn't take a look at these rags, he turned around and walked away, he had already clearly sensed the direction of the Golden Dao Gate.

"Something was wrong, everyone should be given a metal ball so they can teleport over. Yinchen thought a little depressedly and walked in the direction he had identified.

He didn't even glance at the dilapidated dungeons, which might be buried with endless treasures, and he slipped through the gap between the two dilapidated buildings and sped in a certain direction.

He had only taken twelve paces forward before he came to a sudden halt and nimbly ducked under a thick pillar. The pale figure melted into the shadows, and almost instantly turned into pitch black, not a simple discoloration, but a complete distortion of the shielded light like a mirage system.

The six men stumbled to the ground, twisting their steps out of the gaps in the ruins, and gathered together sneakingly less than a foot in front of Silver Dust. Two black blades suddenly appeared in Silver Dust's hands, and the silver pupils were full of murderous intent when they saw the badges on the backs of those people.

The six men didn't talk to each other, just gestured and walked together, a blurry black shadow trailing behind them, each with a pitch-black blade hanging from its two claws.

All six were wearing black burqas. The burqa was not a well-fitting robe, but a wide cloak that covered their figures, they were bloated, and they walked swayingly, and on the black robes, the symbol of the Demon Gate was so conspicuous. Silver Dust's eyes were surging with murderous intent, and the double dark cross sword was about to strike, but he always felt that there was something wrong with these people.

They were bloated, their steps heavy, and though cautious enough, they made a loud clanging sound with each step, and they were clearly wearing iron armor under the wide robes.

The vigilance of these people is also very high, the leader turned back no less than three or four times on the road of about a mile, but the environment they are in is really not suitable for low-key and hidden travel, although the seaweed is overgrown here, broken walls and gravel and sand are everywhere, but because of the deep underwater, the amount of water vapor in the air is very large, so that it is much more difficult for them to gather vitality and drum the wind, usually the eaves and walls may not make a sound of light work, it is difficult to perform at this moment, plus they are all wearing iron armor, and they have to carry crossbows and quivers on their backs, and short spears and shields are hung on them, and they are fully armed to step on the sea sand ground to make deep footprints, and every step is quite laborious, the large body movements also made the iron armor clang, making everyone nervous. Silverdust hid in the shadow world, watching with interest as the big stupid bears walked forward "cautiously", turning back from time to time, stopping from time to time, and the slightest strange noise would make them jump. After walking for about ten miles, the seven men were almost half exhausted before they reached a hidden camp.

The camp was built in the middle of a messy pile of boulders, which looked particularly dilapidated and small, a dirty tent with barely a hole, and three campfires, and it was all. Silver Dust looked at the banner of the Demon Realm Gate hanging lifelessly on the top of the tent, and only felt that a stronger and stronger sense of disobedience spread in his vision.

"No, the people of the Demon Realm Gate have the heaviest equipment, even if it is a weapon and armor made of pig iron, they must have a bunch of them, their logistics and baggage team must be very large, it is impossible to have only such a small tent......" Silver Dust hesitated for a moment, and immediately launched a shadow shuttle, emerging from the shadows at the mouth of the tent.

He glanced inside, it was pitch black, there was nothing, he hurried to use the Infernal Night Vision, and saw a wide gap in the tent cloth facing the door.

It's not like a gap that was cut out of the accident.

Silver Dust arrived in the tent empty, and hurriedly ran to the edge of the gap, he had just seen six big men clearly walk into the tent, and never came out, and now there was no one in the tent, obviously unreasonable.

He didn't immediately open the crack, his eyes fell on a knife in the tent, and he remembered that the six people of the Demon Realm Gate all had knives like this on their bodies.

"That's not right!" Silver Dust gently picked up the knife, looked at it carefully for a while, and put it into the arcane space.

Although those six people were wearing the costumes of the Demon Realm Gate, the broad-bladed short knives hanging from their waists revealed their identities, and this kind of weapon with a relatively large blade arc was only worn by the soldiers of the Northern Kingdom. This scimitar is the standard equipment of the regular army of the northern country, not the weapon of the slaves of Jianzhou, who don't know for what psychology they use, and use the long sword like the soldiers of the Southern Empire.

"Demon Realm Gate? Let me think about it, I voted for Mingquan, I voted for Mowei Pavilion, I voted for the Beiren, and sure enough, the three surnamed domestic slaves, the newly appointed Shenwu is really not a thing. Silver Dust thought as he pulled open the gap in the tent.

The real camp is unfolded before the eyes of the magician.

The camp was built directly in a dilapidated hall, and in order to hide people's eyes, the northerners brought many stones to block the gaps between the surrounding buildings, leaving only a narrow passage. Then let the Demon Gate scribble up camp at the entrance of the passage, so that it will probably be foolproof. Ordinary passers-by just saw a tattered tent standing in the middle of a pile of garbage, three bonfires in a sparse manner, and the Demon Realm Gate has been declining in the rivers and lakes in recent years, so they only thought that it was some kind of inconspicuous little monk, and when the secret realm was just beginning, they would not rob these poor guys, so no one would be interested in paying more attention to the situation in the depths of the garbage heap. If Silver Dust hadn't relied on the ability of a magician to sneak through the shadows, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to find such an iron army from the north.

Silver Dust sneaked into the hall surrounded by garbage, stopped in the shadows that could not be illuminated by the torches, and after a cursory sweep, he knew that this northern army was about two hundred people, and for the Demon Wei Pavilion now has five hundred people, the Poison Dragon Sect has five hundred people, and the Divine Sword Sect has five hundred people, these two hundred people are not a big force worth noting. The strength of the Northerners is relative to the rotten and cowardly armies of the Empire. Compared with the masters of the ten major sects of the Southern Empire, these guys who are at best about ten times of Peiyuan, even if they form a military force, they will not be useful, after all, the secret military strength of the ten major sects is not weaker than the army that has been studied by the ancients.

According to previous estimates, these northerners can only play the role of soy sauce or cannon fodder here, and there is no need to worry at all, but when Yinchen saw the dozen or so swarthy carts placed in the center of the main hall, he knew that he was the right person this time, and he really shouldn't have looked for them first, and the information about the northerners obtained here was really important.

The dozen or so carts were disguised as heavy carriages, and they had been treated like "old", and as long as some dirty and broken curtains were laid on them, they became the things that those small mountain gates that did not enter the stream to save their faces. These dozen or so carts are obviously the baggage of more than a dozen sects, and they are transported here, but I am afraid that the people of Hanshan Temple will not dare to search at will, after all, the masters are not really omniscient and all-powerful gods, and it is impossible to know exactly which small sects are disguised in the northern country. They don't have an excuse to search for a sect affiliated with the Empire.

The only purpose of transporting these carts to the northerners was to kill the living forces of the sect of the Southern Empire, although these carts of silver dust had not seen the real thing, but they had heard the description of the former true king, Mr. Zhao Guangyi. This kind of strategic weapon like a chariot has a very common name - a ballista. It may sound like a bed crossbow and a carriage, but in fact, they are the second most terrifying thing after the redcoat cannon, and they use the larger and more powerful crossbow and bow arm of the pen bed crossbow to fire a grenade-shaped projectile with an iron fixed tail, which is naturally the most threatening gunpowder for the opposing army.

To put it bluntly, these ballistas are the most primitive tanks, the hull is equipped with thick iron plates, which is considered armor, not afraid of the wind, and more resistant to slashing and poke, ordinary monks have nothing to do with them, only the strong people above the distraction can rely on skill and cultivation to kill the operators inside to deal with them. Although the grenade-like terrible projectile fired by the ballista does not explode when it lands, once it explodes, the raging fire and thousands of fragments and even the steel balls filled in the explosive bomb are enough to tear apart the Gangfeng of the peak powerhouse of the chemical qi, and even the Gangfeng of the military level can be broken, even if it is a distraction master, he does not dare to say that he can resist with his body. For the monks in this world, this kind of ballista is almost impossible to defeat the natural enemy, and in the Southern Empire, only the red-coated cannon that is initially equipped to fire armor-piercing shotguns can suppress them.

This thing is a mortal threat to monks, even monks like River Elder, and it is a threat that is difficult to remove, their armor is too thick, their cannonballs are too powerful, and ordinary monks have almost no way to deal with them, but for Silver Dust, this kind of ballista is easy to restrain and destroy. The enclosed ballista was covered with a thick layer of soft iron, hard and brittle, and the layout was burning, but once the armor-piercing magic penetrated the inside and detonated the grenade contained inside, it would definitely blow the entire ballista to pieces. With its sheer size, slow rate of fire, and the non-existence of a directional and high-low fire range, this ballista poses little threat to a teleporting mage, and can hardly be expected to achieve anything other than a surprise first cannonball, and even if it is the first shell, in the specialized "Explosion Defense Barrier" and "Flame Defense Barrier", there is no hope that it can do anything.

At this moment, Silver Dust knew that compared to a melee monk, he was actually an elite-level charioteer.

Thinking of this, Yinchen suddenly felt a sinking in his hand, looked down, and found that the dark cross sword in his hand had disappeared, and there was an additional anti-tank armor-piercing gun.

This is another manifestation of the God Killing Cannon, Silver Dust smiled bitterly, the Chi You Wan Transformation Technique has become instinctive.

He raised his right hand, aimed the thick warhead at one of the large cars, and then lowered it again. Silver Dust remembered that the Demon Realm Gate was still considered to be the sect of the Southern Empire, and now it was colluding with the northerners, and this information must be known to others.

Of course, it is more important to see if there are any other sects colluding with the northerners.

Silver Dust dispelled the God Killing Cannon, and wandered around the hall by means of shadows, very good, the only sect he could recognize was the Demon Realm Gate here, and the other small sects were only three or five people, without any reputation in the rivers and lakes, maybe it was not a puppet sect directly established by the Northerners' Guard, these people should have been exposed to the ears and eyes of the blood droplets, so there is nothing to worry about. Silver dust is very miserable, the empire is rotten, but the Spirit Emperor is not a stupid hat, after the fourth day, he hated the infiltration of the northerners, and mobilized the country's secret agencies to strictly guard against it, once the signs are revealed, it is a fierce pursuit and beating, these small sects supported by the northerners, I am afraid that they have not had time to make a name for themselves in the empire, and they will be "rather kill the wrong than let go".

"It's fine, it's only the Demon Gate - but it's a hassle for these cars to stand sideways. "The Divine Killing Cannon appeared in Yinchen's hand again, and he really didn't have the guts to let Wan Jianxin or Zhao Guangyi deal with this kind of thing.