Finally, the unwilling to sit still appeared, and before the force, three more people tried to escape from the village, but they did not succeed, and they were all stoned to death and thrown their bodies into the valley. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Riki was the first to successfully escape, and he disappeared into the demonic world outside, and even the shrine maiden did not dare to go out of the village to find him.

If he didn't come back, everything would have calmed down, and the brave few would follow the marks and methods left by his strength to escape the guards and escape from the mountain village, lost in the world of flowers outside.

Most of the people who are not brave enough are in the village, waiting for death, or living in secret.

However, he returned, openly defiant of the authority of the shrine maiden, and defied the highest creed.

He tore the creed of "the demon world outside" to shreds with his sky-blue silk clothes, which were very comfortable and comfortable to the Wind Source Continent.

He won't survive. He fought against the invincible shrine maiden.

The first moment Silver Dust heard the shrine maiden speak, he knew that it was impossible for all the people in this village together to defeat the shrine maiden.

From the first moment she spoke, Silver Dust felt the wind slowly escaping from her.

The ghost attribute, the Gangfeng of the transformation system, completely corresponds to the Gangfeng of the Law of the Undead, or in other words, it is the most suitable Gangfeng for cultivating the "Soul Condensing Dafa".

The undead, the element that wanders between light and darkness, the pure undead element will not be affected by the laws of the elements, but the undead breath on the witch's body is the undead breath of darkness, and it is extremely vulnerable in front of the power of light.

Everything suddenly became logical, a warrior girl with undead power can naturally be regarded as a witch, facing a group of ordinary primitive people who have no cultivation at all, both intelligence and physical strength are completely crushed, and it is natural for one person to control everyone. The undead mountain protection array in the secret realm of the East China Sea, as well as the souls guarding the array, and even the skeletons all over the ground, are inseparable from the inheritance of this witch, and the silver dust was teleported here, and even directly had a new identity, which seems to be reasonable from any angle.

However, the power of the undead was still too strong, and Silver Dust didn't think that he had a good chance of winning against that witch.

"Ju, was the execution carried out immediately after the trial?" Yinchen suddenly asked, his words were extremely harsh and very hurtful, but the honest and tolerant Ju didn't care, and just replied angrily: "No, you can still be imprisoned for three days, but you don't have anything to eat." ”

"That's good. Silver Dust narrowed his eyes: "There is still a chance." ”

"Gin! Don't go to the shrine maiden! You can't be stupid! The shrine maiden's house won't let anyone go up!"

Ju rolled over and stood up, a pair of iron palms pressed tightly on Silver Dust's shoulders, and Silver Dust felt that the ground behind him was cracking and screaming.

"Mud ...... Report...... Triumphant...... Want...... Press...... Die...... I-!"

Silver Dust struggled, but couldn't move this big-shouldered "prehistoric animal" at all.

"Promise me! Don't go to Mikome!"

"I know! I promise you to go down quickly!" Silver Dust roared hoarsely, he felt his body sinking, he knew that his back was against the loess, not the water!

"That's good. Ju finally let go of him, and Silver Dust was horrified to find that he had half-sunk into the ground.

"This elephant!" Silver Dust scolded inwardly.

When the sun's rays once again illuminated the small square and illuminated the face of Silver Dust, the sleeping mountain village slowly woke up. Silver Dust and Juxiang opened their eyes backwards, hurriedly got up, and looked at the villagers who came out of the small huts around them and gradually gathered over.

The two glanced at each other, Ju saw the simple helplessness in Yinchen's eyes, and Yinchen saw the simple sadness in Ju's eyes. Both understood that this morning, there would be no ploughing, no hunting, no anything else, only judgment.

The villagers gathered, and the gong struck the small gong hanging from his waist with the pork leg bones that he didn't know who had eaten, and shouted hoarsely, forming the villagers who looked like a loose herd of cattle into a crooked procession. These villagers seemed to have no discipline at all at this time, and they did not have any formation that could be called "military strength", they were completely in a pile of east and west, chatting with their close people about unnutritious topics, and standing together lazily.

The guards at the entrance of the village also came listlessly, and everyone had a yellow-skinned expression on their faces. Although the silver dust brought them abundant food, but before the arrival of silver dust, the so-called first hunter "silver", was still ten hunts and five times empty-handed, in the entire small mountain village, hunting can be 30% of the chance, are masters, and because of this, the villagers are more dependent on farming to support their families, and because of this, when the field yield is reduced, most of the villagers suffer from malnutrition.

Two other guards with animal bone masks on their faces also arrived, and they escorted their ruddy faces to the center of the square, where a tattered wooden chair had been set up at some point.

"Sit down. One of the guards said, his tone not threatening.

"No need, big brother, I'll just stand. Li shook his head slightly, although he was tied by a cowhide rope, his expression was still safe, and even with a little sublime confidence. He radiates the glow of a martyr.

He obviously knew what he was doing, obviously knew his end, but even if he died, he would not give up the faith in his heart. His faith is that of his people.

For the sake of the future of the clan, for the sake of the clan's future, he has long left his life and soul behind. Death could not have frightened him at all, because if he was really afraid of death, then he would not have risked being gnawed by monsters as ribs, crossed the misty swamp known as the desperate situation of death, and stepped into his hometown with the determination to die.

He was convinced that he was the only creature in the world who knew about the passage, and he had identified it by secret means, so that only his people, his fellow villagers, could identify it, and find the passage that would never be attacked by monsters.

The force just stood there with a strong backbone, waiting for the sun to rise completely, waiting for himself to reach the end of perfection.

The number thirteen always carries with it an unsettling mystery. When the villagers were almost assembled, and even the "prisoners" were brought up, thirteen old men and women walked slowly from the northeast corner of the village, on well-made crutches. They are the real power in the village, the elders and scholars known as the "old man". Silver Dust pretended to glance at them casually, and took in their strength.

The silver-colored pupils trembled slightly, and the magician's heart was slightly shocked. "It's true that a person who has cultivated to the power of the undead, even the simplest wind power, has been amplified to such a terrifying situation!" he whispered to himself, and no one around him heard his voice, and no one looked back at him.

Silver Dust finally saw the true power of this small mountain village, and the thirteen old men who died all had the strength of distraction or above, and this was only the strength of their wind attribute cultivation, and their undead attribute cultivation did not know how advanced it was. Among the thirteen people, three people are divided into sevenfold spirits, three people are divided into nine folds, the remaining six people are divided into twelve folds, and one person is divided into four folds.

This power, to put it mildly, is even more terrifying than the three Shenhai sects combined.

Such a powerful team of elders ruled over a group of primitive people who did not have the slightest cultivation. This situation made Silver Dust smell of conspiracy again. In a normal mountain village, the old people are distracted from the realm, so their descendants should have at least a few people who have entered the realm of the body and the realm of transforming qi, because only the young people who have obtained the power of inheritance can continue to take on the heavy responsibility of guarding the village after a hundred years of these old people, but now, these old people actually cherish themselves and do not pass on their own strength to their relatives.

"Could it be that these old people are not from this village at all? are they keeping these villagers in captivity?" Silver Dust couldn't deny his guess, and a blue-blue killing intent flashed in his white silver pupils.

"The practice of keeping people in captivity is only qualified by Gabroyle's magicians who stand at the top of civilization!"

After another minute, the shrine maiden who had appeared in the darkness came down from the high hill.

The whispers of the villagers were suddenly stopped, and their eyes exuded reverence, staring directly at the witch who had walked down.

Silver Dust's gaze was completely attracted to her, and the silver eyes were full of surprise and curiosity.

Like Riki, the shrine maiden wore clothes made of silk, but the clothes on the shrine maiden were wider and more ancient, and surprisingly, there were even a few patches on the robes. The robe was gray-white, as if it had never been printed and dyed, showing a pure and monotonous color, and the witch wearing a gray-white ancient robe had many small animal bones and even ornaments made of shell branches, showing a petite, tender and delicate beauty. The shrine maiden slowly walked down the steps leading to the top of the mountain, and both the villagers and the old guards showed pious expressions.

The shrine maiden walked over slowly, her body was so petite, and his appearance was so cute, like a Barbie doll in another world. Silver Dust looked at this witch in shock, never thinking that this so-called witch could be so young and beautiful.

Her appearance, her temperament, and the beauty she exudes all over her body are not under Lin Xuanchen.

Can there be a second woman in this world?

Silver Dust didn't know that the first time he saw the witch, he even wanted to give up and go against her.

If Lin Xuanchen is the beauty of the village, the beauty of a girl, then the witch in front of her is cute, simply cute, as cute as a little girl, her elder has a baby face, her graceful and immature figure is hidden in a wide robe, her expressionless face has a little baby fat that has not yet faded, and her big round eyes reflect the light of the rising sun, very pure, very cute, but such a cute fifteen-year-old girl, but she is a decisive and terrifying witch.

The Gangfeng aura emanating from her body was the same as the silver dust, but it was heavy in her body, but under the cover of this Gangfeng aura, another powerful force turned into an evil force field, enveloping her and oppressing all the villagers, including the old old man.

Yuan Baby, Great Perfection.

Silver Dust's pupils suddenly locked.

As a magician, his keen senses allowed him to get more out of this shrine maiden.

The undead aura of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant on the witch's body was slowly eroding the girl's soul, making her character more and more gloomy. Silver Dust could feel that that power was not at all a power that a little witch could have.

It seemed to be some kind of distant and evil being, a force that "descended" on the girl.

Silver Dust lowered his eyes, and the pale blue killing intent swirled in the depths of his pupils, more like a sharp sword.

The trial began, and an old woman as ugly as a toad among the old old men stood first, said a few short, nourishing words, and then sat back in her chair. The sun rose higher and higher, and a hot breath gradually rose above the square.

"Is there anything you want to say?" asked the shrine maiden, who was sitting on one of the tallest wooden chairs, her voice cold and childish, her tone flat and unforgiving. At this moment, her whole person looks like a soulless puppet that is controlled remotely.

"Of course I have something to say, I have a lot to tell you!" "There was a little bit of desperate madness in Li's voice, and of course more excitement about achieving his life ideals. At this time, he was like a radiant radiation.

His body was shrouded in an invisible light that sacrificed his life, as pure as a flash, and his side face, illuminated by the sun, seemed to be brighter than the sun. Silver Dust glanced at the audience quickly, and the old guards all showed a look of eating Xiang, and their old faces were twisted and resisted by anger and disgust. There was no expression on the shrine maiden's face, and even the look in her eyes was empty, almost nothing. The expressions of the villagers were different, and what impressed Yinchen the most was the tears hanging in the corners of his giant eyes.

The big man ended up crying.

"Listen to me," said Li, turning to the villagers, at his fathers and fellow villagers, who had been, and at his ever-lasting, "listen to me, and everyone be happy! I have just come from the other side of the swamp, my feet have stepped on the fresh earth, my hands have felt the caress of other peoples, and my eyes have seen a wonderful sight.

"When I was a child, my world was just my father's garden.

"As early as the creation of the world, the boundaries of the garden to the east, south, west and north were set.

"As soon as I asked what was hidden on the border, everyone kept shaking their heads and boosing. But I wanted to get to the bottom of it, so they took me into the valley and showed me the bones of those who dared to defy the gods and ancestors.

"'Deception!' the gods love the brave!' I shouted. So, the old old men came up to me and read their Bibles to me. They say that the will of the gods has determined the fate of all things in heaven and on earth. The valley is ours and is in our hands, and the beasts and the flowers, the fruits and the fish and shrimp, are ours, and do our will. But the swamp is the abode of demons, and we should know nothing about what is going on over there until the end of the world.

"They're lying. They have deceived me as they have deceived you.

"Outside the swamp there are pastures, the pastures are equally fertile, men and women have the same flesh and blood, and the city has been carved by a thousand years of skilled craftsmen and is dazzling.