At this moment, the Silver Dust Archmage had mastered a law of life between species on this Wind Source Continent. The samurai is afraid of machines, machines are afraid of monsters, monsters are afraid of forbidden spells, and he himself has the advantage anyway.

Chiyou's divine will disappeared completely after this, and God knows when the next appearance will be. And now, all the magic experiments have failed. The entire war space disappeared to play something.

"But, how will I make holy weapons in the future?" Silver Dust suddenly thought of a terrible flaw, the war space completely moved to the sea of knowledge, and the Canonial production line inside also drilled into his brain, so how will he smelt metal in the future? Can't he cut his head and throw a piece of metal into it, right?

Silver Dust bit his cheek and stared at the blood thorn for a while, then shook his head and smiled: "There is also a limit to the materialization of the dark nightmare, how can such a high-tech equipment be transformed?" He was laughing at himself like this, and suddenly felt a pitch-black spiral-shaped hole appear in the center of the blood pool.

Necromancy, a city of death.

The entrance of the cave is getting bigger and bigger, a Yama Treasure Hall slowly emerges, and a million remnant souls instantly fill the hall completely, and the silver dust is stunned, and in an open space outside the Yama Treasure Palace, two discontinuous mechanical units suddenly appear, and at that time, in the production line, the ore smelting center and the metal ratio center.

"Yes, I'll have to shape myself in the future. Silver Dust casually threw a few pieces of metal over and the metal went in. Obtained a condensed dark red metal block, and at the same time as the metal was melted and synthesized, it naturally absorbed the surrounding remnant souls in the way of "Remnant Soul Sound", and when it reached Yinchen's hand, it turned into a blank of a precious light vessel - there were already 3.23 million remnant souls in it.

"I see, the war space, the remnant soul, the undead magic and the dark alchemy become one. The Silver Dust Archmage felt that his legs had regained his strength, so he stood up with his hands on the table: "Coupled with the integration of the Kanonikel Civilization Terminal and the Black Ah, it will be much more convenient to use these things in the future, and there is no longer a need to summon some creatures or ghosts with necromancy." The Silver Dust Archmage casually stretched out his hand, put away the two computers and a large screen, waved his hand to disperse several light marks in the air, and then recited another incantation, causing the pool of blood to slowly dry up.

"The question now is, how do you explain it to the true king? Silver Dust closed his eyes and thought for a while, stretched out his hand and pointed to the tank that was transformed and created by him, only the shell of the tank, the air flashed a few dark red lights, and the sand under his feet bloomed dark red and black magic array, in less than a minute, the tank car had been completely manufactured, relying on the powerful power of magic and technology, it could actually start the ignition by itself, turn around in the sand and blood-soaked mud, and drive straight to the door with the iron fence.

The magician took a deep breath, centered on his feet, and opened a complex dark magic circle on the ground, and the soil in the hall was all agitated, trembling and deforming and condensing in the ground, conjuring various parts, and then automatically assembling them, everything seemed to be going on in the production workshop.

Finally, three more tanks drove up. These tanks are domestically produced VTX-3000 main battle tanks with anti-gravity engines installed and filled with fuel (fuel is also materialized through nightmares), filled with ammunition, and real-time links to the Kanonikor civilization terminal and controlled by the autonomous integrated combat command system. They lined up in a column (for the doors of the main hall were not wide enough), turned off the fire, and waited for the silver dust to raise the cold iron fence.

Cold Iron is not Ruan Shui Iron, that thing is hard beyond imagination, and Silver Dust doesn't dare to bet on whether it will scratch the tracks of the tank when it is broken. He turned and jumped lightly, jumped into the machine gunner seat of the last tank, sat on it in a very lazy and comfortable position, closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again.

His soul origin is rapidly being consumed, and a new spell slot, Dragon Snatching Gong, is being synthesized.

"Dragon Capture Gong" was originally a very special divine skill, recorded in the secret volume of "Soul Condensation Dafa", that is, through the reverse operation of "Condensing Soul Dafa", the natural existence of heaven and earth within one zhang of the vitality instantly transformed into Gangfeng and sucked into the palm of the hand.

Silver Dust improved this magic skill, combined it with the strongest wind magic "Vacuum Vortex" that he could master at this stage, and then reproduced it with Chiyou Martial Arts, and rushed a magical ability similar to "Telekinesis", with the palm as the center to generate an "air black hole" that can adjust the direction and strength, attracting a single or a certain range of objects within a hundred meters, this magic cannot be successful in water or without air pressure. The suction power generated by it is currently the same as the force of the wind emitted by the full force of the Ichiju samurai.

"Let's still call it "Dragon Capture". The archmage stretched out a silver hand and shook it diagonally above the gate, and wisps of white storm burst out from around the chains above the fence, flying towards his palm with the power of the vacuum wind blade, and at the same time, the air pressure around the chains dropped sharply, and the surrounding air came to fill, so the chains were pushed up together, and the chains dragged the cold iron fence below to rise with a clatter, and the four tanks also started at this moment, slowly using the hall that had once served as a torture hall.

Silver Dust was greeted with countless exclamations and cheers.

Just when there was a lot of noise in the camp of the True King, and everyone happily put the four ballistas behind the four tanks and tried to drag them away, Wan Jianxin found Yang Ziyi alone.

"Iron Sword Gate Wan Jianxin, I have seen my predecessors. "Although Wan Jianxin is courteous and thoughtful, there is very little nonsense, or all the people in the world who have strong beliefs only say useful things.

He generously clasped his fists and saluted, and then sat down generously at Yang Ziyi's place, with all kinds of inexplicable and conflicting emotions swirling in his eyes. Yang Ziyi, who was opposite her, looked at him quietly, and saw the expectation, anger, hatred and doubts that occasionally flashed in his black and blue eyes, and her heart also hung in the air. Yang Ziyi didn't know Wan Jianxin, except that she heard that he was the strongest disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, she only knew that Wan Jianxin was a boy who followed the right path, and that's it.

"The major came to find the concubine, what did he ask?" Yang Ziyi asked, his voice was very soft and quiet, just like her current temperament, like a pool of quiet and clear lake.

Wan Jianxin didn't answer right away. At this time, he and Yang Ziyi's moods were diametrically opposed, full of restlessness and apprehension about gains and losses. Although Wan Jianxin is the world's first young swordsman, his sword is not the ruthless sword of ice, but the sword of passion that is as hot and brilliant as fire. Although his sword can be called the pinnacle of technology in terms of technology, what he is really best at is his speed. The more agitated his inner emotions were, the faster he drew his sword.

His heart was complex and agitated, with pain, anger, hope, and even fear all tangled in his heart. A day earlier, he had defeated the greatest rival in the first twenty years of his life, completely erased his sect that had betrayed him with great faith and cruelty, and completely cut off his past of being played and deceived by others. He was reborn, he became the new, unburdened Wan Kenshin. However, the moment he saw Yang Ziyi, or to be precise, the former head of the Interpretation Sect, he was burdened with a lot of heavy things.

He knew that it was impossible to escape the weight of the blood feud of ten thousand families in this life, and he had to take revenge, to avenge his biological parents who he dreamed of almost every night but were destined to never see again, which was the foundation of a son's life in the world, to avenge almost a thousand lives in the family, and to seek back a minimum of justice for the once magnificent Wanjiabao, which has now been burned to the ground. Wan Jianxin is a righteous path, a sword cultivator, and an ascetic who restricts himself with various moral criteria. He once wanted to be a filial son, but he didn't have parents to be filial, he used to want to be a generation of heroes, and now he is almost becoming a model and representative of the young heroes in the world, what he wants to become now is a family legacy who does something to save the family for the collapse of the family, a brave and swordsman who is worthy of the ancestors, and is worthy of the reputation of the rivers and lakes.

Avenging the Wan family, this reason is enough for her to draw her sword in front of Yang Ziyi, even if Yang Ziyi is a master of returning to the void, he is not afraid of ten thousand sword hearts. With both a rare artifact and "that style", he can never retreat without a fight in the face of the master of returning to the void.

But the problem is that Yang Ziyi is not only a master of Lao Shizi's return to emptiness, but also an elder master invited by Yinchen, and Lin Xuanchen's master. Yang Ziyi, who was in front of Wan Jianxin, had the two contradictory identities of the enlightenment mentor who killed his father and his younger siblings, which made him contradict his heart.

Faced with the simple question of such a complex person, Wan Jianxin could only adopt a near-roundabout strategy first, and he even faintly wanted to postpone the real question a little later in his heart, so that the answer that he wanted to know and was very afraid of appeared a little later, so as to win the last pitiful psychological preparation time for himself.

"I heard that there was a little apprentice named Lin Xuanchen in my seniors, I also saw him in Xia five years ago, and he was a smart and lovely person......" Wan Jianxin began to say some polite words that were not nutritious, which made Yang Ziyi feel a little strange, of course, after dealing with a few words, she felt a little tired. Because Wan Jianxin couldn't find any other topic, he could only put the topic on Lin Xuanchen's car, and talked around for five minutes, which made Yang Ziyi suspicious.

"Shaoxia, the little sister of the Lin family is indeed the beloved apprentice of the concubine, and she is indeed as cute as you say, but she already has a family. Yang Ziyi smiled apologetically, she now thought that this young swordsman might have taken a fancy to her little Xuan'er.

Wan Jianxin was taken aback when he heard her words, and then touched his nose in embarrassment, obviously the other party was completely mistaken. Senior brother's girlfriend, that's his younger brother and sister, how could Wan Jianxin, who takes classical chivalry as the spiritual standard, do such an inauthentic thing? Dig people into the corner? If it is possible, he would rather dig into Du Chuanchang's corner!

"Eh-the seniors will be wrong, but that's not what I mean...... It's just, um- I want to ask about the destruction of all families twenty years ago-"

"Wanjia?Jiang'an Wanjia?Are you from Jiang'an Wanjia?!" The calm temperament on Yang Ziyi's body was completely broken, and she was so shocked that she almost stood up, and her body hung stiffly in the air for a second before she sat down again. Her crimson eyes flashed with utter, mirror-shattering pain and sorrow, self-blame and anger, grievance and disappointment, all of which were the helpless despair of a man who watched the organization he had once sworn to serve never turn back into the abyss.

"Yes, I am the descendant of the Wan family, and I ask my predecessors to tell the truth. Wan Jianxin didn't know why, his tone suddenly relaxed, he felt that his heart was empty, it seemed that the answer he got in the next second was no longer important, whether it was life or death was no longer important. He calmly put his hands on his knees and did not draw his sword.

He knew that Yang Ziyi didn't dare to do anything to himself, and he didn't dare to attack suddenly, because he expected that Yang Ziyi was attached to the silver dust and not the other way around. He expected that Yinchen's relationship with himself would be much closer than that with Yang Ziyi, if he really had to choose, Yinchen should choose himself, right?

It's just that Wan Jianxin still has a trace of secret expectation in his heart, he expects Yang Ziyi to be able to tell a secret truth, and he expects Yang Ziyi to defend himself, because Wan Jianxin really doesn't want to believe that such a gentle and quiet woman will be the mastermind of the whole incident, and there will be such a dirty and ugly thing that frames Zhongliang as a stain on his life.

"That's it, then you just listen to the concubine body slowly, first of all, declare that the real sect of the concubine body belongs, or the sect that belongs after today, is the Nine Heavens Xuannu, not the Interpretation Sect, after all, the concubine body has been removed from the Interpretation Sect since the moment she was pulled out by the Silver Dust Young Man from the Interpretation Sect, right?"

"Pulled out of the Interpretation Sect?" Wan Jianxin was stunned: "The identity of the predecessor has been exposed?"

"Do you still want to hear the truth?" Yang Ziyi raised her voice slightly, quite a little coquettish.

"Please also ask the seniors to explain their doubts. Wan Jianxin quickly put away his thoughts and no longer paid attention to topics that had nothing to do with this.

"Okay. Yang Ziyi lowered her eyes, entering a new state of memory, while desperately recalling what her young self was doing during that period of time twenty years ago, and at the same time telling Wan Jianxin everything she knew.

However, Wan Jianxin didn't hear the full story from her mouth. She talks about scattered clues and a strange appearance of a huge conspiracy behind it. At this time, Wan Jianxin knew that this so-called sect master of the Interpretation Sect had only reigned for a little more than nine years, and it was impossible for him to really participate in the huge conspiracy twenty years ago, and Yang Ziyi was just a young girl with a slightly higher status who was mixed in the Interpretation Sect twenty years ago.