The experiment has come to this point, and it's basically done. Silver Dust already knew that [Hacking] was only effective for magic or magic-like phenomena in the force field system, and was ineffective or close to ineffective for others, and the cast time of [Hacking] decreased sharply with the increase in the number of remnant souls, and it felt like those souls were like processing cores in a magic computer, the more cores, the faster of course.

"It seems that this thing is still useful, at least, there are still formations in this monk world, maybe it's worth a try. Silver Dust thought about it and thought about it, after all, he was reluctant to destroy the newly built spell slot, but his soul origin seemed to be insufficient, he now had a faint feeling that he was about to break through to the third level of the magic master, in order to condense a newer and better spell bit, Silver Dust must obtain enough soul origin.

"Delete them!" Silver Dust gritted his teeth with a bitter expression, and finally decided to destroy the spell slots of the "Flying Dragon Strike Thief Flame Cannon" and the "Collapse Frozen Sky Cracker Cannon", because he had already seen that these two jet-type spells were no longer of much use to him now, and he had never even played these two tricks in the battle with Jia Yuanyuan.

The "Black Sky Gang God Cannon" and the third-level magic master spell "Collapse Cracked Sky Light Divine Cannon" that Silver Dust is about to consume all the remaining soul origin for condensation have far surpassed the first two in terms of performance, but the amount of magic power consumed is the same, in the fierce battle, Silver Dust has no chance to waste his limited magic power on the big fireball and ice arrows, he must let every bit of magic power exert the maximum effect, so as to ensure that he survives.

Silver Dust finally closed his eyes, and fought a fierce magic backlash to bid farewell to the spirit rhino of the "Ice and Fire Cannon", and the feeling of being empty in his heart for a while, as if falling into an endless abyss, was very uncomfortable, but as an ambitious mage, he had to bear it again and again.

Looking at the seven-colored light emitted from his fingertips, Silver Dust couldn't help but smile bitterly, destruction and death are sometimes more beautiful than survival, because it is a meteorite-like beauty that completely releases all the remaining life, residual meaning, and residual value of existence in a short instant. This beauty is heartbreaking, just like Zhang Yating's figure in the rainstorm with her head up to the sky.

"I hope I won't be able to destroy the spell slot next time, and I hope that no more people I love will fall in front of me, ......sister," Silver Dust muttered to himself, his empty palms clenched suddenly, as if he wanted to hold on to something important, but only air.

Silver Dust takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. The spell slots had been destroyed, and a large amount of soul origin had been recovered, and this was the first time he had destroyed two spell slots at the same time.

He decided the trial, regrouped his scattered and sad gaze, gathered all the remaining plum darts together, and threw them into the flames rising in his palms.

The Gate of Dead Bones opened for the last time tonight, and 10,000 living souls poured in, no less, and were thrown into the flames by Silver Dust without hesitation......

He knew that he still didn't have time to rest until the fish belly was white in the east.

[A few days later]

The days are like calm autumn water, flowing gently. After breaking with Liang Yunguang, Zhang Mengmeng devoted himself to Yinchen, almost degrading from the first talented girl of the Demon Pavilion, to the first maid, accompanying Yinchen day and night, explaining this and explaining that for him, I really can't wait to make this cheap brother change from a rookie to a generation of demon masters in just a few days. As for the so-called etiquette such as male and female defense, Liang Yunguang dislikes her anyway, and she doesn't care much about herself, if it weren't for the fact that Yinchen is still small, and she is still tender like a little baby, Zhang Mengmeng is afraid that she would have given her body to him a long time ago, speaking of which, Zhang Mengmeng really has such a thought, I just hope that when Yinchen grows up, she will not dislike her.

Zhang Mengmeng, who only had silver dust in his eyes, didn't realize that Feng Lieshan was already conspiring with Liang Yunguang, planning to use the opportunity to explore the secret realm to get rid of Yun Wutian and Yun Wutian's three proud protégés. Zhang Mengmeng, Cai Jinqiu, Li Jingjing, these three are all famous beauties in the Demon Wei Pavilion, and they are also witches who will be unlucky for any man, of course, the most important thing, they are all the descendants and diehards of the current head of Mr. Demon Heart, and Elder Feng is currently holding the hairy big thick legs of Sang Tianliang, the chief worshipper of the Demon Wei Pavilion Elders Association, the unknown Jindan master. The rift between Sang Tianliang and Mr. Demon Heart was caused by Hai Qianqiu eighteen years ago.

Therefore, after Liang Yunguang and Zhang Mengmeng broke up, they did not become depressed, but rushed around every day like a clockwork, living in the beautiful hope of becoming a candidate for the head of the house, but more energetic than before. He knew about the bad things between Elder Feng, Master Sang Tianliang and the master in charge, and knowing this, he thought that he had become Elder Feng's absolute confidant, but he didn't know that Feng Lieshan was not as simple as he seemed.

The interior of the Demon Pavilion is pregnant with a storm, and at about the same time, the ten major sects have rushed out of the Hanshan Temple and the Shenjian Sect, two famous sects with few hearts and desires, and the other sects are also pregnant with similar things, the old and the new alternate, seizing the position and seeking power, this is the instinct of human beings, and the monks who pay attention to physical strength are driven by the physical instinct, and they are more obvious.

The storm in the upper echelons, ordinary disciples would not know, and what appeared in front of them was only the various manifestations called "changes", which made them only add an illusion of "impermanence of fate".

Of course, Yinchen won't know about these things, and he doesn't have time to care about these messy things at this time, he is now locking himself and Zhang Mengmeng in the room, "reflect on your mistakes".

"Sister, can you tell me what went wrong? Obviously it was completely done in accordance with the "Remnant Soul Sutra"? And the previous preparation work was sufficient? Why can't it?" Yinchen asked Zhang Mengmeng with a wink of cute big silver eyes, he did this just to dispel the sense of failure in his heart a little, and he didn't really hope that Zhang Mengmeng could give him any advice. After experiencing this failure, he already knew that the magic skill of the Remnant Soul Sutra was ineffective against any other power other than the dark element, and it was a professional, even cutting-edge dark attribute refining (enchantment) technique.

"I think you're wrong about the word 'greed.'" Zhang Mengmeng looked at the molten iron on the ground with a faint red light in the thirty-six beaches amused, and shook his head helplessly, other people's refining weapons, at most, is a fried furnace, folding a treasure weapon into two pieces or something, at least there are a few pieces of wreckage left, the silver dust is good, and I don't know what kind of ghost method was used, but it can actually melt a good weapon directly......

"You think, in this world, there are not many light weapons, you can actually free up that kind of thing, it must be the work of heaven and earth, this kind of thing must require a lot of luck, but you can't do it again. You're a little greedy, and you actually want to create another set of magic weapons against it, but from my sister's point of view, it's also a bit wishful thinking. Zhang Mengmeng saw Yinchen pouting cutely, and couldn't help but rub his hair dotingly, and then gently straightened out his head full of "wires" one by one. The lead color of the afternoon haze leaked in through the slightly open window, casting a gray mark on the large bed, which made the room more peaceful and warm.

Silver Dust stared at the 36 dark yellow marks on the ground, until they slowly turned into cold and blurry pieces of pig iron, then nodded slowly, and then left Zhang Mengmeng with a smile that was as soft as a dream.