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"Did Yan Guiluo finally fall into the hands of the Poison Dragon Sect?" Yinchen poked out half of his head from behind a strong man, looking at the guide who had brought him into the Demon Pavilion, his mood was a little messy and complicated. If it weren't for him, Yinchen would not have met Zhang Mengmeng, would not have cultivated and completed "Remnant Soul Sound", would not have witnessed Yun Wuyue's death and obtained her inheritance, let alone enter the secret realm, make friends (Wan Jianxin, worship in prison) and lover (Lin Xuanchen), and would not have carried the ancient inheritance and so quickly became a rookie saint mage. A drink and a peck, is it not predetermined?

Silver Dust here was thinking wildly, and Yan Guiluo over there raised the large mirror in his hand with an extremely pious and solemn movement. "This is one of the treasures of the Demon Wei Pavilion Town, the Yin and Yang Realm. His voice was low and magnetic, like a soul seducer that lured the gods to fall: "I believe that you all know what effect it has...... This time, the Poison Dragon Sect, the Demon Wei Pavilion and other demonic sects, for the sake of the treasure of the Purple Blood Temple, had to make this decision, and borrowed your souls to use it...... You should be honored. ”

In the Yin and Yang Realm, the medium-grade light device, and the mirror-like ghost system are divine weapons, the light emitted can make the living person directly turn into a living soul, transform the entity into nothingness, and at the same time absorb the power of the Juyuan part to store it, and absorb the living soul for other uses. It is also possible to expend stored energy to turn nothingness into a substance, that is, to turn shadows into black rocks to block paths or block enemies.

Yinchen didn't know what the Yin and Yang Realm was, and he felt a chill to his bones just the moment Wei Wuliang raised the mirror, as if the creatures were afraid of death from the bottom of their hearts. The Holy Mage made a quick decision, and in less than a second, he came up with the most appropriate response to the situation at hand.

Being good at judging the situation, observing and using the surrounding environment, and selecting the right spell to contain and weaken the enemy, this is the most normal reaction of a qualified mage when facing the enemy.

Yinchen flipped his hand, and a cube with a golden pattern appeared in the palm of his hand, and at this time, there was a gap of sixty steps between him and Yan Guiluo.

Yinchen doesn't know what the Yin and Yang Realm is, it doesn't mean that the casual cultivators who have been messing around on the rivers and lakes all year round don't know. When the three words "Yin and Yang Realm" popped out of Yan Guiluo's throat, the gathered scattered cultivators panicked as if they had been attacked by a suicide bomber, pushing and crowding to escape in any possible direction, and Silver Dust himself was pushed several times with the Undercurrent Demon Shield, so that he didn't fall and shatter the image of the Holy Mage. The crowd was crowded, and there were even a few stampedes, many people sprained their hands and feet, and they were about to flee in all directions, but the upcoming scene of the wolf rushing to the mound did not happen, and the monks of the 600 Demon Wei Pavilion Group who surrounded the 800 scattered cultivators had already set up a complex siege army, and their vitality was connected to each other, forming a gathering form like a net of heaven and earth, blocking everyone inside.

You pushed me and ran around for several minutes, but no one was able to escape.

A tornado slowly rose from under Yan Guiluo's feet, the transparent storm wrapped up the entire turf on the ground, and the dirt, gravel and grass blades flew around him, gradually turning into a yellow-green storm, wisps of strong wind blew around him, a violent and chaotic sense of irritability gradually grabbed the heart of every loose cultivator, and subtle ripples gradually rippled on the undercurrent demon shield of silver dust. Gradually, a distant ghost cry came from an unknown direction, pouring gloomy, confusion, and despair on everyone, and some of the poor cultivators were already red-eyed and gasping for breath, as if they were in an uncontrollable orgasm. Wisps of blue-gray ghost true yuan emanated from the body of the strict ghost Luo, condensed into an undead-like gang wind behind him, and finally transformed into countless hideous and distorted grimaces, densely arranged in a Juyuan style.

"Yin and Yang Realm, open!-" Yan Guiluo shouted in a hoarse voice, and the wind, cyclone, and Juyuan style around him suddenly retracted, and all of them burrowed into the brass mirror.

Gray-white light, no, gray and dark light to be precise, emitted from the mirror, lazily illuminating the fan-shaped area in front of Yan Guiluo at an angle of about one hundred and twenty degrees, five zhang away. Although Silver Dust knew that it was not appropriate to describe the light as gray, even if it was the reflection of a mirror, he felt that the glow from the mirror was a dull gray like a dirty lead.

In the fan-shaped area, the illuminated Sanxiu let out a terrified howl, and there was not the slightest element of pain in those howls, only the deepest fear and despair. The monks who were illuminated by the gray light, some wailed and cried, some touched their bodies in a panic and helplessly, and some burst out with the last trace of courage and wanted to rush in front of Yan Guiluo, but these efforts were completely useless, and all the living people who were illuminated by the light turned into ashes in an instant, and the whole person directly turned into a silver-blue transparent shadow.

It was the power that turned a living person directly into a yin spirit.

The monks stepped back again, and the men moved in small areas, pushing and shoving each other, as if trying to avoid the gray fan that led directly to the netherworld, but such efforts were useless, for the encirclement was shrinking

There were still 22 steps left in the gray light, and a fear and uneasiness about facing death gradually rose in Yinchen's heart. He seemed to be able to vaguely feel that his body, even if it was under the defense of any magic shield, would disappear directly without any suspense when it came into contact with that gray light, and the whole person would become a powerful ghost.

It seemed to be the light of death that could penetrate all defenses.

"hackin" Yinchen's gaze locked on Yan Guiluo, who was dozens of steps away, and immediately gave an order to the cube.

The black, golden-veined cube emitted an extremely short, flashing golden glow, and then fell silent again. Another "root#" logo appeared in Silver Dust's mind, and it seemed that no matter what kind of divine soldier, they were quite incapable of attacking [hacking].

Silver Dust retreated with the crowd, and the bright light that had just flickered seemed to attract Yan Guiluo's attention, and he walked straight to this side.

The distance between the silver dust and the gray dead light slowly shortened. Yan Guiluo could move forward much faster than the crowd could retreat.

15 steps, 14 steps, 13 steps, 12 steps, there was no time to hesitate, and there was no time to carefully study the usage of the Yin and Yang Realm, Yinchen hurriedly silently recited another command, that command seemed to be the magic spell that the Demon God had placed on the Demon Pavilion, shattering the Demon Pavilion's confidence in dominating the purple blood treasure.

“terminate.” The cube in his hand emitted invisible light waves.

The light in the mirror suddenly went out without warning. (To be continued.) )