"Let's go find Bai Ji and Lin Xuanchen first. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Yinchen made his own suggestion: "See if they're okay, and then ...... If you're interested, join me for revenge. Yinchen finally said this, he originally wanted to hide from Wan Jianxin to take revenge by himself, so that Wan Jianxin would stay away from danger, but after thinking about it, Wan Jianxin, this person, was only afraid that he was born to be a guy who couldn't get along with the Demon Dao Monk, and he left him alone to deal with the Demon Power Pavilion and the Poison Dragon Sect, what would he think? Will he think that he is not enough friends? He won't even give a chance to suffer together? Yinchen doesn't know, he only knows that he can't withstand more blows, and he must find ways to maintain his friendship with Wan Jianxin.

"Revenge, are you looking for the Demon Pavilion?" Sure enough, Wan Jianxin's eyes were cold, and there was even a slight coercion on his body. In the pitch-black eyes, the dead gray that had occupied the entire pupil began to spread out like a fog, revealing a clear, shining pupil. "I don't know anything about ten thousand sword hearts, but I will deal with those evil people! Don't worry, I have experience in dealing with the Demon Wei Pavilion, there are hundreds of evil ways in the world, and I can basically tell the practice routines of each of their sects. He was excited.

"Aren't you afraid of death? It doesn't really have anything to do with you?" Silver Dust flashed in his heart, but he couldn't say it anyway. He could only nod, and then stood up: "That's right, Feng Lieshan killed my sister, he must pay the price, this is justified." However, what we have to do now is not to rush up and slash indiscriminately, but to change the way to weaken their strength, a thousand people Mowei Pavilion, a hundred Mowei Pavilion, ten people Mowei Pavilion, although it is the same for me personally, but for the two of us, it is different. ”

"Of course not! Ten enemies are too different from a hundred enemies for any monk. Wan Jianxin echoed.

"Okay, let's prepare a little, let's let the Demon Wei Pavilion lose some manpower first, we can't let Feng Lieshan live too easily. Silver Dust said, taking out the demon angel from the arcane space, "Set up this place, and then we'll go find them again." ”

"Are you going to dig a trap for them?" Wan Jianxin also stood up, "Only a poisonous trap can deal with a monk. ”

"If only it were such a gentle means. Silver Dust sneered: "I'm worried that I'm really not that soft-hearted......" After he finished speaking, he even laughed, it was the eerie smile of the Avenger.

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When a new day was about to arrive, Silver Dust and Wan Jianxin finally bid farewell to the Shenjian Gate camp that had been reduced to ruins, and walked out of the Ω-shaped valley with the dawn. Behind them, dozens of tombstones, large and small, were erected in the depths of the Silent Valley, with the handwriting engraved by Wan Jianxin, and the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect who had fallen in the previous battle were all buried by the two of them, and Silver Dust even gave them a collective Gabroyle-style prayer.

In this neat tomb, there is an empty tomb, which is the tomb for Zhang Mengmeng, in addition to picking up the three lancets that used to belong to Zhang Mengmeng thrown by Feiquan, Yinchen can no longer find anything that once belonged to her even when she rummages through the arcane space. This girl, the sister who made Yinchen feel like a mother for the first time, left him like this, and didn't even leave a little thing as a souvenir. Yinchen couldn't even build her a clothed mound, so he could only use the empty tomb to bury his mourning.

"Sister, you will live in my heart forever. Silver Dust was silent for a long time at the empty tomb on that side, and only said this sentence, he had too many things to say, he had too many words to put together a farewell eulogy, but he couldn't say it, because his heart still resisted [Farewell] itself.

The cemetery is in the deepest part of the valley, the grass is the most lush, the scenery is the most beautiful, and the feng shui is almost good, and the rest of the Shenjian Gate camp has been restored to its original state by Silver Dust. The tents were re-erected, the bonfires were re-burned, and all metals and other ores were thrown into the war space by silver dust, refined into one heavy black block after another, and buried by Wan Kenshin like a buried potato in the outside of the valley near the mouth of the valley. In the end, the two of them even made a sturdy horse rejection for this long-abandoned camp, repaired the damaged fence, and even built two low wooden buildings to serve as a sentry post at the mouth of the valley, and then Silver Dust cast a blood pool summoning, directly flooding the first half of the valley with a blood-colored ocean, pouring thick blood on each tent.

In the end, Silver Dust set up the only ambush in this valley, and set off with Wan Jianxin on a journey to find the Hell, and the demon angel had already flown high and set off first.

The sun had risen completely, and the golden sunlight shone on the blood-stained tents, wooden buildings, fences, and horses, reflecting a harsh red light, like some kind of ancient bloody altar. The once green meadow had now turned into a pool of bright red blood, the blood rippled and the smell of fishy smelled in the nose, and an invisible evil aura rushed straight into the sky. In the blood-colored demon pool, a figure sat cross-legged, bursting with golden light on his body, and from a distance, the blood-colored lake was almost sacred. From time to time, miserable white bones emerged from the blood-colored lake, and golden mysterious runes also loomed on the surface of the blood-colored lake. The air was always filled with the ethereal sound of chanting, a tense ghostly howl, and some kind of low, hoarse spell sound, and the sky above the valley gradually gathered up layers of gloomy mist, and finally turned into a dark, heavy, swirling cloud.

When Feng Lieshan led the Demon Pavilion, he saw such a miserable and terrifying scene.

"Silver dust?" Feng Lieshan looked at the figure sitting in the sky above the blood pool in horror, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes. The scene where the black ball of light with the breath of the demon king smashed his Gangfeng still appeared in his dreams from time to time these days, scaring him awake. At this time, looking at the boy who seemed to be glowing all over his body, there was a panic in his heart for no reason: "You are not dead?"

"How dare you die before you take revenge?" [Silver Dust], who was sitting on top of the pool of blood, made a sound, but did not speak, he still sat motionless, floating cross-legged above the pool of blood, his eyes closed, his mouth pursed tightly, his hands folded in front of his chest, and he posed like a full Buddha. His voice seemed to sound from all directions at the same time, and it seemed to sound directly in everyone's minds, coming mysteriously, and there was no trace of it, dozens of disciples and hundreds of disciples up and down the Demon Wei Pavilion, and even all the large and small sects behind them, were slightly shocked by this hand. (To be continued.) )