The roaring thunder was like a burst of cannonballs, like the roar of a god.

The thunderstorm lasted less than a thousandth of a second, but the blue light blinded the other three for a while, illuminating almost the entire building. The thunderbolt was like a large laser weapon firing, extinguishing instantly, and the explosion was followed by a dull thunder sound that passed by the ground. Under the thunderous blow in the true sense, the black-robed man completely turned into a ball of charcoal and slowly fell to the ground. And Silver Dust, as if nothing had happened, crossed Wan Jian Xin and walked into the secret door first.

Not surprisingly, two thick iron rods smashed down on the head, and Silver Dust guided the spell with one hand, and summoned a coarse thunderbolt again at a much faster speed than the two hiding in the darkness, killing them with two bangs. He maintained the god-like majesty of the day throughout, and walked down the tunnel behind the secret door first.

Wan Jian followed him with trepidation, slightly blocking his eyes with his hand to avoid being stabbed by the thunder, and the tunnel lit up with an astonishing blue light several times, followed by a huge roar like a plane taking off.

Silver Dust opened all the way, and without taking two or three breaths, he walked out of the short tunnel and arrived at the outside of the Jade Building.

He turned around and saw that the Emerald Building had already been shrouded in flames, and the officers and soldiers who were eight times the enemy were rushing inside, while the people of the Thousand Miles Illusion and the Heroes Club jumped out of the fire without fear of death, and turned their right hand into a snake head in the air, punched out, and stretched their arms to the limit of one zhang, and the blizzard with snake venom roared through, and the ground and walls were full of spreading ice edges, but they quickly disintegrated and withered under the three-eyed guns held by the officers and soldiers. Every soldier in the official army is a boxing fighter above the realm of entering the body, but no one fuses the battle soul beast with his bare hands, but everyone holds weapons, spears, broadswords, three-eyed guns, strong bows and heavy crossbows are like steel forests, and the arrows shot are like flying locusts. There is no shortage of people who use flying locust stones, hand-throwing arrows, and other hidden weapons to fight back, but how can ordinary hidden weapons be compared with military weapons that specialize in dealing with soul energy? In just one breath, thirty-nine people fell in front of Yinchen's eyes.

In the midst of the fire, various screams could be heard, which made it clear that this was a massacre rather than a battle. In the first three breaths of silver dust coming out of the tunnel entrance, he didn't take a step forward, but stopped to watch the entire gathering building being divided, surrounded, slaughtered and looted, and the silver pupils reflected the scene that was actually the night of the rainstorm seven years ago.

It's as if his life is a reincarnation. He suddenly wanted to find the people in the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym, especially to find Old Man Zhang, I don't know why, he just wanted to find the people from ten years ago, or rather, he actually wanted to go back to ten years ago, and he wanted to start his life all over again.

But he knew that it was impossible, and that there was not only a decade between him and the past, but also several days of change. Ten years ago, when he arrived, he was still a hedge physique of water, fire, light and darkness, and now the magic he can manipulate is actually space-time wind, thunder, light, and fire, which is almost twice as rich as before. As a Dharma god, it is not difficult to go back to the past, but he is completely incapable of facing the various chaos of time and space that arises after he returns to the past and the serious consequences caused by it. Silver Dust knew that he was the other pole in this universe, not an ordinary magician.

He looked at the catastrophic scene that was no different from seven years ago, and a trace of bitterness similar to that of seven years ago slowly rose in his heart. "In seven years, I haven't actually changed anything?" his words disappeared in the sudden blowing wind, the purple night sky above his head, under the guidance of his own elemental power, silently gathered black cumulonimbus clouds, black clouds formed a vortex overhead, the originally hot summer night suddenly became humid and cold, giving people the illusion of rain, but from the swirling black clouds, it was not raindrops, but thick pillars of thunder and lightning that fell.

The blue pillar of electricity was as thick as the pillars of the palace hall, and only a lone one one fell each time, but it could envelop three or five officers and soldiers, and after the explosive thunder, there were only a few charred corpses left.

The roar turned into a constant noise, and the thunder fell one after another, like a heavenly punishment. In the clean and neat lightning strike, infused with the heavenly rules triggered by the forbidden spell magic, once shrouded by the thunder light, any war soul beast battle spirit qi will completely dissipate, and can only bear the thunder light that is several times stronger than the thunderstorm disaster with flesh and blood.

The forbidden spell was furious, and once again appeared on the head of the slave of Jianzhou, falling like the execution order of the king god. The officers and soldiers besieging the building quickly dispersed, forming another loose encirclement network with holes in the adjacent neighborhood, and the bombardment like golden light and thunder seemed spectacular, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was just a simple or even boring shooting in one direction, and it did not really envelop the whole city in an instant like heavenly punishment.

After the thirty-seventh thunderbolt fell, Yinchen put down his hand and walked on the street where it was really raining, behind him, Wan Jianxin and the couple followed him from a long distance, so as not to be blinded by the huge thunder. The howling of the wind and the torrential rain all suddenly took on the meaning of a religious legend after the thunderstorm raged. The Dharma God, who controls the rules, walks through the streets of the world, and his eyes are full of firelight and crying crowds.

As if countless pavilions had been set on fire, smoke billowed from the city, and some pigtailed soldiers tried to set fires, while others were swept to the ground by machine guns or blasted into the sky by artillery. It seems that just a few minutes after the sun set, the army of the true king, which was still blocked by the thick city gate, suddenly appeared in the city, and did not forget to burn, kill and loot the slaves of Jianzhou when relieving the civilians along the way. The thoughts of these southern forbidden soldiers can be roughly guessed by Yinchen: "Except for the underwear, the other things on the Jianzhou slaves are extorted from the people of the south, as the children of the people of the south, we must take them back!"

So, a city scuffle unfolded abruptly in this dark night, and even the rain in the sky became abrupt. More than once, Yinchen heard passers-by hurrying by complain: "What's the matter? I said that I was going to go up to the city wall! Why did the city break all of a sudden? How did the city defense battle be fought?" And in the rain curtain, it was impossible to find the slightest answer to such a question.

In the dark night, the Dharma God never seemed to get lost, and he walked through the streets and alleys with firm steps, twisting and turning, not like a tried and tested agent tracking down someone, but like a pioneer with a lonely attainment, walking alone and firmly on his own planned path of cultivation.

The pigtailed soldiers on the street abandoned their horses, wearing heavy chain mail, dismantled their guns, and held the three-eyed guns to shoot at a group of silver chainmail men, but the opposite side shot a frenzy of bullets, and in the alleys, among the piles of corpses, several pigtailed soldiers actually raised their hands and surrendered neatly, and shouted to cut off their braids and be honest peasants. The two members of the Ji clan behind Wan Jianxin watched all this with strange eyes, unable to understand how the Jianzhou Iron Horseman, who had always been brave and good at fighting, had fallen to the point of this mourning dog, until a tank rumbled past the mouth of the alley.

"Is that a ballista?" asked Wan Jianxin, who didn't answer, but instead accelerated and rushed forward, at this time Silver Dust had already lowered his hand, and a glittering short sword landed gently, silently dissipating into the wind.

A second ago, Wan Jianxin saw that Silver Dust seemed to swing a sword, but the silver light lingering in front of him was clearly the style of scythe martial arts.

"What kind of magic are those thunderbolts you just had? I haven't seen you use them before. Wan Jianxin caught up with Silver Dust and asked in a low voice, "Is that the power of a god?"

"You've seen it, but the attributes have changed. Silver Dust stopped, as if patiently waiting for something, and at this time, around them, there was only the corpse that was quickly decomposed into a soul qi by the rain in silence: "That's the Thunder Sword of the Ten Thousand Gods." ”

"Is that the one?"

"Yes. Before Yinchen's words fell, a thick pillar of light had already shot out from his hand, and that pillar of light stabbed forward like a spear, looking extremely strange against the double backdrop of the rainy night and the fire. The golden light shone into the depths of the dark alley, reflecting a sea of blood-red fire. The evil and cold flames melted like ice and snow under the scorching sun the moment they were illuminated by the holy light.

"I told you a long time ago that you don't have the right to be the opponent I value. "The light is extinguished, in the background of rain and fire. Revealing a blood-red figure, the red-robed young man who ran away from Yinchen appeared in front of him again.

Under the light of the crimson fire, the young man's face was pale, his lips had turned purple at this time, and the muscles on his face were trembling slightly, obviously the moment Yinchen made a move, his whole life collapsed.

For a long time, he was fed, trained, and forced to learn and learn the blood flame secret art that was completely incompatible with the battle spirit, and he thought that one day he would be able to defeat the "Wang Jue" to justify the name of the master, and at the same time, let himself stand on the glory platform of the strongest, but he did not expect that he would abolish the magic skills that he had worked hard for more than ten years, and insisted on practicing the "evil art" in the eyes of others for a year for the sake of glory and wealth , I wanted to soar into the sky, but I didn't expect to lose in the first round when I saw the target, and I was completely defeated.

He didn't expect that Yinchen actually had another system of "martial arts". This is not to blame him, the general concept of [elemental] is much more difficult to understand than the various visible forms of the battle soul beast, and the [elemental martial arts] extracted by Silver Dust from various divine skills are more obscure and profound, the lightsaber is just one of them, and there are also various martial arts such as time and space, arcane, fire, ice, curse, thunder and lightning, etc.

"Impossible!" the red-robed man retreated three steps fiercely, and there was only fear and madness in the hysterical yelling: "It is impossible for one person to master two powers at the same time......

"There are more than two 'kinds' of power in my hands!" Silver Dust snorted coldly, a circle of blue magic light lit up in his hand, and at the same time, the black clouds swirling in the sky suddenly lit up.

"Shattering the Sky and Breaking the Ten Thousand Gods Thunder Sword!" When a terrifying thunderbolt like a giant laser pillar fell from the sky, the red-robed man was already frightened and stupid, and he couldn't make any effective response at all. It's true that his blood flame power restrains the flames, but it doesn't mean that he also restrains the thunder and lightning at the same time.

He didn't notice that a huge circle with a diameter of five zhang suddenly opened under his feet, and in the circle, there were lines of blood flowing through, and those lines emitted an evil red light, like the summoning of an abyss demon. The large array drawn by the blood suddenly erupted into a sky-high blood light, and the crimson pillar of light was brighter than the thunder light, as if it had been condensed into a solid lightning rod by an illusory instant, guiding the thunder light falling from the sky to the ground.

The moment the thunder light fell, a circle of blue light patterns exploded on the earth, which was an extremely dangerous stride voltage, and the pupils of Silver Dust trembled slightly, almost omitting the spell casting action, and with the thought in his mind, a purple-red light erupted in the space The space around himself and Wan Jianxin distorted, blocking the scattered thunder and lightning ripples outside the distorted space.

The lightning only lasted for a short moment before disappearing, and the stride voltage was unsustainable. After the wild thunder fell, it was followed by a miserable drizzle, the raindrops were not big at all, and when they fell, they were like golden needles of cow's hair, like spring rain, and they were as moist and silent as spring rain, but when they fell on their bodies, they only made people feel a sad coldness.

More red-robed men appeared behind the red-robed men, they were almost the same tall, short, fat and thin, if it weren't for the blue eyes of some people, I was afraid that they would really be regarded as a bunch of clones. These black-clothed men emerged from various locations in the alley, like a monster lurking in the dark shadows, suddenly stretched out many tentacles, surrounding Wan Jianxin and the others.

It was not only these men in black who surrounded them, but also the regular army of Jianzhou Nu'er, a pigtailed officer in a yellow robe and horse coat leading an elite team of almost thirty people to block Wan Jianxin's back road.

The rescued man fell to his knees in some despair, showing a standard frustrated body bending forward, as if he had no hope of victory because of the arrival of reinforcements.

"Call a man...... Hurry up...... Tell the Holy Lord that the demon wields the power of fire and light, and that blood flames alone cannot restrain him......" He whispered as the first black figure flashed in front of him.

"But the people from Lingxiao Pavilion have already arrived. The dark shadow that flashed in front of him leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"Soaring Pavilion?...... I understand, the Holy One is really clever...... Everyone, lend me one of my strength!" he said and suddenly prostrate deeply, the whole person was face down close to the ground, and then stretched out his hands to pose in a cross shape, the blood array glowed again, and a black ice mist rolled up, enveloping all of them, and the ten thousand sword hearts stabbed out with one move and one moment, and the ice blue sword light pierced into the ice mist fiercely, but it didn't even stir up a little wave.