Gabroyle's mages live in dignity from birth to death, and in their eyes, all people should have dignity, whether it is a baby who has fallen to the ground, or a poor person who has completely lost hope of salvation like these female disciples in front of him.

In such a killing, Silver Dust felt no victory, only the shame of a rout and an irrepressible hatred like elemental compensation. This hatred is directed against no one, only against this black world.

He had never imagined that the Demon Dao of this world could be so cruel.

Even the most terrifying necromancers have never been able to do such a thing, take the internal organs of living people to practice exercises or refine something. Such a person, as guilty of reselling children's organs, should be sentenced to death in the Gabriel style, locked up in a small iron box, and roasted alive in the fire.

He walked around like this, killing all the poor girls who had been hollowed out of their entrails in an instant, and he couldn't bear to look at these young girls, no matter what sect, had to struggle in pain and despair for hours before they could breathe when their hands and feet were broken and their entrails were hollowed out, he couldn't.

So he apologized and quickly ended their lives until the last one.

This is a female disciple who doesn't know what sect, wearing a black robe, her hands and feet are twisted into strange shapes, she is tied, but her stomach is not cut, or when Yinchen and Wan Jianxin arrived, those red-robed disciples didn't even have time to poison her.

Such a person should not be killed, a fracture is nothing to the monks, the magical Gangfeng, the mysterious Juyuan Style, can repair such an injury very well.

Silverdust stopped, looking at her in the out-of-control fire, at his mouth stuffed with strips of cloth, at her begging gaze.

Silver Dust stretched out a pale and immature finger, and a flame that looked almost amber lit up on the fingertips, and then in the next second, the rope on the female disciple's body was completely blown by a firelight, and it was broken with green smoke.

Silver Dust laboriously dragged her into the shadow of the mushroom rock, where there was no flame, and in the process of dragging, the female disciple's robe was rubbed to shreds, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, but in the other party's eyes, there was only gratitude.

After doing all this, Silver Dust jerked back as he sensed someone running away.

Most of the disciples of the Red Devil Sect died under the meteor fire rain and the cold of the deep snow, and most of the remaining small number of people were also wiped out in the sudden cold and hot explosion.

Yinchen saw that there were about a dozen people, fleeing in different directions, many of them were covered in smoke, and they were obviously burned a lot.

However, in Silver Dust's eyes, there was only a deathly ice-white light, and as soon as he waved his hand, a dozen fist-sized fireballs roared away, rumbling in the distance, seven or eight people fell, wailing in pain in the flames, and five others flashed, dodging the fireballs in embarrassment, and disappeared into the night.

The fire rumbled and burned, gradually turning into an uncontrollable fire whirlwind, Yinchen's eyes were cold, and with a casual wave of his hand, more than a dozen terrifying blue ice lights rose into the sky, freezing the flames instantly.

"It's all over. Silver Dust thought so as he walked towards Wan Jian Xin, who was groping around with an old man's corpse.

......

In the dark corners that Silver Dust couldn't see, a practice-like killing was unfolding.

The goose yellow is a figure, stumbling, and even swept past the two male disciples of the Red Devil Sect who were fleeing in embarrassment, staggering and breaking the defense, and the wind turned into a speed that people couldn't dodge, while the purple-red xenomorph Gangfeng, with the delicate and delicate little palm, fiercely, almost condensed all the will and faith of the master, bombarded into the bodies of the two.

These two people, just now also participated in the action of shaving the bellies of those female disciples of other sects, in the chaos of the fireball landing, they survived by using other disciples as shields, and at this time, seeing that the general trend was gone, they were ready to smear oil on the soles of their feet.

However, at the most critical moment when they were hunched up, curled up in the shadow of the mushroom rock, and were about to slip away, a fluttering goose-yellow figure staggered past them, without greeting, without warning, and even the sound of the person walking on weekdays was so soft that it was difficult to make out the sound of the person walking on weekdays.

The fragrant wind drifted by, and the two disciples of the Red Devil Sect only felt numb all over their bodies, and they didn't feel any of the fierceness and rigidity of the wind at all, so they fell down dizzily and starry, and they couldn't even make a voice calling for help.

Purple patches slowly bloomed on their bodies, bulging out at a speed visible to the naked eye like hematomas, and where they were hit, blood and a purple liquid like purulent acid slowly flowed out, eroding the sand below their bodies into a charred black rotten sauce. That terrifying poison is simply not under the means of the Poison Dragon Sect.

The goose-yellow figure staggered past the two red-robed disciples, as light as a gust of fragrant wind, but at the same moment when the two disciples convulsed and fell, the petite goose-yellow figure was embarrassed to hold the rough mushroom rock in one hand and the tender chest in the other, retching very unbearably.

She couldn't spit out anything anymore, only a heart-wrenching sound.

Silver Dust turned around halfway down the road, and walked briskly towards the goose-yellow petite figure, he came to the little girl's side, stretched out his hand and gently patted her soft back.

"Are you alright? Don't be so reluctant next time, I've got you covered. He whispered softly as he patted her on the back as if to comfort her.

Lin Xuanchen's little body trembled slightly at the moment when it was just touched by Yinchen, but it immediately recovered as before, she gasped a little, and slowly straightened up, her pale bloodless little face was facing Yinchen, and there was still a regretful and undetermined expression on her face, but the look in her dark eyes was so innocent and firm.

"They...... It's all bad people......" she gasped.

"They are indeed bad people, but they are not ......" Yinchen gently supported the weak and lovely girl in front of her, the twelve-year-old girl did not have any sexy and charming atmosphere, but that innocent and cute breath made Yinchen unable to extricate himself.

"What Master taught me seems to be a good skill in dealing with these bad guys......" Lin Xuanchen lowered his head, his little face was still so white that it made people feel distressed, and the two red-robed disciples not far away happened to die of poison at this time.

"Is the Gangfeng of the Interpretation Sect poisonous?" Yinchen looked at the slightly rose-colored demonic wind emanating from Lin Xuanchen's body in amazement, and the Gangfeng almost didn't feel any mechanical thrust, only a very mysterious, very deep and obscure aura contained in it.

"I don't know, that's what Master taught, and ...... Senior Sister Xuelian's Gangfeng is not like this, definitely not. She tilted her head slightly for a while, and then said slowly, panting slightly, it was even more pitiful, Yinchen didn't have the heart to think about why she changed her name, but simply wanted to help her to Wan Jianxin's side - it was the safest.

However, at this moment, in the night of the extreme north, another fire suddenly lit up. The firelight was not dazzling, and even a little perfunctory, but it was rapidly approaching this way. As soon as Silver Dust raised his eyes, he saw the firelight, and at a glance, he could see that it was not actually a special fire, but the light of a row of torches.

"Someone is coming!Senior Brother Wan!Alert!" Yinchen said, and dragged Lin Xuanchen behind him, using his thin and immature shoulders to isolate the little girl from the distant firelight.

The nineteen fires rushed over like meteors catching the moon, and under the vast night@color, I couldn't see what kind of people were coming from. Wan Jianxin heard Yinchen's shout, and stood up from the old man's corpse with a little reluctance, at this time, the old man of the red devil was already cold, and a large amount of blood spurted from his chest, almost dyeing his face a pitch black color.