It was a punch that started with the Big Bang and slammed into the end of time and space. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a punch from the god that knocked down the sun.

It was a punch from God piercing the stars.

It was God's blow to shatter the destiny of heaven.

It was the first punch between heaven and earth.

That is, Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist!

Heaven and earth are divided, time and space are separated, all things are destroyed, and reincarnation is shattered. The Holy Mage's fist unleashed a groundbreaking momentum and divine might, but after all, it did not have the power to penetrate the entire planetary plane. Silver Dust was still too small, too immature, too weak, and his strength was too far away from the inventor of this punch form, too far away to be described. Maybe when Yinchen really becomes a god and really steps on the position of a law god, he can send out the real Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist, but at that time, he can definitely restore the entire Wind Source Continent to quarks with one punch.

But even so, Yinchen's punch at this moment was enough to almost kill Du Chuanchang, and even Zifeng Sanren didn't dare to say that he could retreat under such an attack. This punch of his carried an extremely high level of elemental compensation, light elemental compensation, so the destructive power of his punch was almost equivalent to the hateful blow of a great monk who was in harmony with the triple path.

Yinchen's fist style is exhausted, but there is no intention of receiving it. The mana of his whole body, including the power of all the light elements in the realm, was now outgoing along his fist form. The intense light pressure gathered on the fist, changed qualitatively, and then exploded, condensing a terrifying light with a diameter of one meter. The light was too bright, too dazzling, too majestic, too sacred, so that the purple wind in the sky subconsciously drifted away.

That's the power of a real 1000mm particle cannon.

The shield in front of Du Chuanchang was completely shattered into ashes. A light weapon that can block the attack of a distraction peak master cannot survive a laser bombardment equivalent to the triple power of Merge. If Du Chuanchang is a distraction master, then the defense power of the light weapon can be increased by several levels again, but his strength is only a pitiful six-fold entry body, even if he urges the light weapon, he can only remain undefeated under the attack of the distraction master.

The light weapon that symbolized the luck of the Poison Dragon Sect was shattered, which seemed to imply some kind of ending for the extremely fanatical cult organization of the Poison Dragon Sect, but at this time Du Chuanchang did not have a chance to think about this, after the shield was shattered, the beam that weakened most of its strength fell straight on his body.

Hot.

Extreme heat, hotter than thunder and lightning, even hotter than real flames. This is Du Chuanchang's first feeling.

Pain.

Piercing, pervasive pain erupted from his arms, from his heart, from every part of his body, almost destroying his consciousness. He felt like he was being penetrated, completely penetrated, and the pillar of light, which had been reduced to fifteen centimeters in diameter, was even more difficult to cope with than a red-hot long item.

He didn't feel like he was actually moving backwards, he almost didn't even think he existed anymore. It wasn't until a few seconds later, Silver Dust put down his hand, and a series of terrifying explosions roared in the air, until he was stunned to find that he had been embedded in a wall of flesh and blood more than a meter deep, that he reacted, he failed.

Du Chuanchang didn't feel unwilling, in fact, he didn't feel anything at this time except for the fear of completely submerging his spiritual world.

He was numb to pain and numb to fear. His two arms can be said to be temporarily useless, unless he uses the Juyuan style for a long time to recover, he can't even hold a cup, and fighting or something is nonsense. What's worse is that he has left a huge shadow in his heart, and the invincible image of Silver Dust has been determined by the biological instincts of his body, and it will be difficult to change it in the future. He finally knew how huge the gap between him and Yinchen was, although there was only a difference of seven or eight levels in cultivation, but what about the actual combat strength? That was almost the difference between Pei Yuan's first weight and the first weight of returning to the void!

He was defeated, completely defeated, and it was impossible for him to turn over in a short time.

......

Silver Dust lowered his hand, and the disappearance of elemental compensation made him feel better, and he half-turned around, tilting his head to look at the scourge. He was sure that he had no enmity with this man, because the previous generation of Woe had turned into a corpse lying a few meters away.

Kaoji crossed his two swords in front of his chest in a classic defensive stance. His calves were twitching wildly, so much so that his upper body was swaying a little.

"Throw in the towel. Yinchen said, his tone very relaxed.

"Nope. There was a hint of hesitation in Woe's eyes, but when his brother's voice and smile appeared in his mind, he decisively rejected Silver Dust. He maintained a defensive posture, his black eyes staring at the silver-haired boy not far away.

Scourge knows what he's doing. He knew that at this distance, he didn't want to cause the slightest damage to the other party, and could only be beaten passively, but he knew better that the result of rushing forward would be even more miserable, because no one could maintain a perfect defense when charging at a high number, and no one could do this. Scourges knew more about the horror of the opponent in front of him than his brother, not only because his moves were too far away, but also because he could directly hit anyone's defensive holes or flaws at almost any time.

Unbeknownst to him, he was the first person in the world to see that the mage profession had the talent of "critical hits". The mage's domain perception, combined with the aiming of the eyes and the aiming baseline of the arm muscle memory in the spellcasting action, is indeed more likely to hit the target's weakness than a warrior wielding a gun and stick.

Scourge defended, trying to ensure that he did not show the slightest flaw in front of his opponent, and prevented his opponent from being killed directly by his opponent's blow through the vital point, although he now knew that his chances of victory in front of his opponent were slim, but he did not want his opponent to win unscathed.

He drummed up the vitality in his body, and layers of thin black mist gradually floated in the transparent wind, gathering behind him into the illusion of a black wolf. The dark eyes of Woe Tay gradually lit up with a bloodthirsty red light, and like the eyes of a wolf, they stared coldly at Yinchen.

"Since you're not willing to surrender, well. Silver Dust said this, fiddling his hands on his chest.

He's sealing.

Seal, the only way to cast spells silently when not equipped with magic weapons, through the complex gesture changes of the two-handed cooperation, so that the elements escaping from the fingertips, palms and wrists are formed into a magic circle in the air, and then the surrounding elements are automatically absorbed through the magic array to achieve the purpose of casting. Sealing is a popular method of spell casting among assassin-type mages and low-level mages, but more powerful mages have been abandoned because they can't instantaneously spell well. The reason why Silver Dust chose to seal so much is simply because he likes one of the most important characteristics of seal casting, that is, like magic weapons/spellcasting tools, it only needs to master the spell model, and there is no need to build spell slots to cast spells.

This is also one of the ways for mages to experiment with new magic, first sealing spells to see the effect, and then considering building spell slots to solidify.

It took three seconds for the Silver Dust Seal, and the scourge on the other side waited for him for three seconds. He knew that the boy who was fiddling with his fingers on the other side must not be preparing some amazing moves, because there was no need, he must be using some tricky means to trick himself into attacking, and then give himself a fatal blow at the moment when the flaw was revealed.

Thinking like this, the calamity of the bogey unreservedly urged the vitality in his body to the twin blades, forming a square transparent qi shield along the keel of the two small knives. Blocked his head, chest and abdomen behind him. He spent three seconds in tension and a little agitation, and then saw Silver Dust's hands clasped in front of his chest, and a cloud of black lightning erupted from his palms.

Broken Moon: Black Coffin.

This is the magic of the combination of the end of the catastrophe and the Great Seal of the Forbidden Seal, and even the magic after the fusion of the two elements of the wind system and the dark system. Black lightning spread out from between Silver Dust's hands, sending pitch-black shockwaves through the void. Seeing that such a wide range of "moves" had nowhere to dodge, Kaji could only grit his teeth and choose to resist in order to respond to all changes. The black wolf behind him became clearer and clearer, and even let out a faint wolf howl.

The black lightning suddenly relented after spreading, but it did not directly hit the curse, but quickly accumulated around him, turning into a thick mass of condensed dark particles, and then quickly extended into a thin plate of 6 squares, enclosing him in the middle. At this time, the scourge realized that it was not good, and the opponent did not want to attack him directly, but wanted to suffocate himself in this sudden darkness.

The thin plates condensed from the 6 dark elements closed together and became a black cube. Immediately after that, there was a sound of swords tangling into the cube, and it seemed that the people inside were frantically trying to cut through the dark cage, but it was useless, because the cube shattered into a dark cloud after a second of existence, and dissipated into the air.

Scourge slowly fell down covered in knife wounds, and in the blood prison, the last monk also fell.

Silence was like a curtain, gently closing in this small blood-colored space, and the last purple light descended, healing the wounds on Scourge while restricting his movements. An old crow with sparse black hair lay motionless on the place where Du Chuanchang once stood, without saying a word. The monks all over the ground staggered, and although most of them recovered under the healing of purple light or blood light, the blood stains on their bodies were still mottled, and even several sections of intestines were thrown to the ground limply. On the ground where the flesh and blood membranes were congealed, the broken robes were scattered indiscriminately between the large pools of blood, and the broken weapons were also scattered around the guys who fell to the ground. Silver Dust glanced around at the tattered Blood Prison and made sure that no one could stand up again, then turned to look at Zifeng Sanren.

I don't know when, the purple wind scattered people have quietly landed. He looked up and down at Silver Dust with his hands behind his back, his eyes like those of an animal.

Yinchen frowned unhappily, raised his hands, and put them down again, he seemed to have figured out how to deal with this terrible guy at the peak of the path, but the time was not ripe, and he hadn't figured out how to get out yet.

To be precise, he hasn't seen the treasure yet, how can he just retreat like this, isn't that a waste of all his efforts?

"Sure enough, the hero is out of the boy!" Since you can win from this wave of ants, you can be regarded as the best among mortals, although you have used some means, which are not quite in line with the rules of this immortal, but what this immortal values is the result......" Zifeng Sanren pretended to be kind and said, although his tone was full of admiration for the younger generation, but his posture and demeanor still showed a sense of disobedience to the mechanics, and he felt like a marionette.

Silver Dust looked at him half-up, without any expression, no way, even as a holy mage, her height was still at a very disadvantage, unless......

Silver Dust sensed the surrounding environment a little, the light element was not active, but the dark element was very rich and active, no wonder he would subconsciously use the magic of the dark attribute first.

The problem is that he hasn't mastered the elemental transformation of the dark attribute very well.

“...... Ben Xian has always made the heaviest promise, since he announced in front of so many ants that the only winner could leave the Blood Prison alive, he would definitely be able to leave the Blood Prison alive...... From this door, there is the treasure house of the Divine Sect, and the deepest part of the treasure house is the mouth of the Purple Blood God Realm. Zifeng Sanren said, a flesh slit slowly cracked on the flesh wall behind him, and then slightly expanded into a flesh hole more than three people high, and Yinchen's gaze crossed the side of Zifeng Sanren's waist and fell onto the so-called "door", and quickly moved away. He felt a churn in his stomach.

After saying these words, the Purple Wind Scattered Man slowly ascended to the sky. He swayed as weightless as a hydrogen balloon, eventually disappearing into the purple glowing hole above his head.

As soon as he disappeared, the blood in the blood prison was abundant, and the blinding blood-colored brilliance accurately hit each loser, crushing the bones on their bodies, and at the same time, the protrusions on the surrounding flesh walls also twisted and wriggled in pain, and the faint "woo woo" sound of desperately struggling when the woman's mouth was covered and violated continued to sound, becoming a vague background music. The only person in the Blood Prison who can move freely is Silver Dust. He didn't dare to stay longer, and he didn't have any spare time to look at the others, so he hurried through the "ghost gate" that looked like a hole in the flesh.

The moment he left, the ugly and disgusting door closed silently, and the granular-like protrusions on the wall shrank rapidly, "spitting out" the charming female monks, and then, the red light that suppressed the monks slowly disappeared, and everyone seemed to be free.

That's the freedom before death.

In the Blood Prison, a cloud of yellow and cloudy liquid like feces was secreted as the entire Blood Prison continued to squirm slightly, and at the same time, the purple hole above the head also collapsed. The stench and suffocation, fear and malignancy spread through the air like pneumonic plague. The women screamed in terror, the monks wept or howled in rage, and many more quickly searched for a way to kill themselves, but in an instant, all of them lost their guns and all their weapons. (To be continued.) )