The old man of Shengyang didn't speak, just sighed vigorously, but Yinchen was happy to be quiet, and pretended to be empty and desperate very seriously, waiting for the magic to recover. The cave is very dark, many people who are chained up can only show a vague outline in the place where the fire does not shine, so the dark attribute power is much stronger than the light attribute power, and the endless dark attribute particles are captured by the realm, attracted by the silver dust, and poured into his meridians, a small part of it is congested into the blood vessels, seeps into the blood, precipitates in the bone marrow, and in the muscles, becoming layers of permanent miniature magic enchantments, little by little irreversibly improving his resistance to the undead, yin, corpse poison and gravity, most of the dark elements pour into the sea of qi, and are converted into equal light attribute and dark attribute energy by the hedge talent, and then absorbed by the spell bit layer by layer, which translates into magic.

In the cave, the warm flames and cool water droplets contained almost as many elements of fire and water, and the two elements gently poured into Yinchen's body alternately, and as the blood flowed, a small part was absorbed by the cells, turning into resistance to temperature changes and harsh environments such as cold poison and heat poison, and most of them poured directly into the sea of qi and transformed into magic power. Silver Dust lay quietly, comfortably feeling the magic slowly accumulating in his body, as if a dry pool of water met a torrential rain. At this moment, he didn't care about the numb and stiff expression on his face, didn't care about the sore pain in his wrists and ankles, and didn't care about the robe that was already wet behind his back, he only felt very peaceful and relaxed, and the feeling of the gradual recovery of his magic power and the little warm elemental compensation generated when the dark attribute was transformed into the light attribute made him almost hum out loud.

The old man of Shengyang looked at this eleven-year-old boy silently, looking at the increasingly stiff and rigid expression on his face and the golden orange-red fire that slowly rose in the depths of his pupils, and suddenly his heart tightened, thinking that this little guy would not have any hole cards and rely on, right? This conclusion will not even be believed by the old man Shengyang himself, after all, there is absolutely no antidote or remedy for such a thing as Sanyuan Dan. For thousands of years, no person, a ghost, a dog, or a cat has been able to re-cultivate a trace of Yuan Power after the destruction of the dantian, and there has never been, and there will never be.

Although Yinchen had a numb and empty expression, the light flashing in his eyes was clearly the light of confidence, not the light of hope, that kind of light would only appear in the eyes of those elite monks who had infinite confidence in their own strength, and that kind of light would only appear in the eyes of elite monks who had infinite confidence in their own strength.

The old man of Shengyang trembled, feared, and flinched. At this moment, in the eyes of the old man, the silver dust lying at his feet was not a delicate and cute little boy, but a man-eating beast lurking in the corner closest to him.

The old man knew very well that time was passing dangerously bit by bit, and for him, for the people in the cave, for the Yin and Yang Harmony Sect, and even for everyone in the Red Blood Secret Realm, the indescribable horror was slowly approaching with the passage of time. The old man couldn't imagine that a monster who could survive the repeated blows of forbidden moves and poison and retain his strength would have anything to restrain him in the future.

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The abdominal pain was faint, and the toxicity of the Sanyuan Pill was intense and long-lasting, and it was clear that he had completely destroyed the little wind elemental affinity left in his body, and he was still tormenting him with slight pain relentlessly. Yinchen wanted to take the opportunity to take a nap, but the faint and persistent pain made him unable to sleep, and the combination of insomnia and the feeling of lying on his back for a long time was fatigue and dizziness.

A few hours passed like this, and everything in the cave was as usual, except for the flickering of the fire, there was no significant change, and Silver Dust rolled his eyes in boredom, unable to tell what time it was, let alone what month it was, from the surroundings. At this time, most of his mana had recovered, even more than the mana he had in his peak state before he fell unconscious, but there was still 30% of his mana that had not been replenished. He didn't want to take any action until his mana was fully restored.

"Blessings in disguise, the ancients were honest and did not deceive. Yinchen secretly sighed: "The test of life and death, the mana is lost, and if you survive, you will get great benefits, the extra thirty percent of the magic power out of thin air! That is the thirty percent magic power of the Holy Master!" The more Yin Chen thought about it, the happier he became, and he didn't realize that his zombie-like expression had collapsed across the board, and a confident smile appeared unconsciously.

The sound of wooden slippers could be heard from afar. Silver Dust looked up and turned his head, but all he could see except for the Rising Sun Master was a bonfire and a half-arc rock wall. "The angle is wrong. Silverdust put his head back in place.

The sound of the wooden slippers was getting closer, like a stream crashing against the rocks. Five graceful and delicate girls walked in gracefully and pretending to be soft, and some of the chains began to shake anxiously.

The men with flushed faces, drunken eyes, and even drooling suddenly opened their eyes, their eyes were scarlet, and they pulled the chains in their eyes, and let out a very inacruous dog bark, and one by one, like the lowest minions, they threw themselves on their knees, stretched out their long tongues, and offered a flattering smile to the five girls who came over.

"Oh my boy, next time it's your turn!" a clear, tactful but hidden voice came from behind the fire above Silver Dust's head, and Silver Dust would not easily forget that voice.

"Is it just equivalent to the magic power of the most basic Holy Mentor?" Yinchen, who had not fully recovered, and even barely recovered his spiritual power, couldn't help but feel a little depressed: "These **** won't come back in a few hours?"

The sound of chains became louder, and it seemed that someone was struggling to resist.

"What are you doing!uh......" The short protest was suppressed by the weak little hands, and a heavy gasp was replaced, and Yinchen didn't need to look at it to know that it was some unbearable shots that he had seen in the small dark room, and it was said that it was "not suitable for children".

"Lord, you are so blessed! such a lovely little brother!" another voice sounded above Silver Dust's head, soft, sinister, intoxicating, but very unfamiliar. Listening to the voice, it seemed to be the voice of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old half-grown girl. (To be continued.) )