Silver Dust sank into such grief, he had long lost the will to resist, and there was no point in resisting, in the face of an opponent who was completely exempt, a mage was not much stronger than an ordinary person. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He knew he had one last resort, the alchemy puppets of the Canonicor civilization, or those fully automatic weapons, that could save him a game. Those metal monsters are firing metal projectiles that are not propelled by any magic power, pure physical attacks, and he has not seen any natives in this world who can resist them, so the demon man in front of him is no exception, but he has no mood, not even the energy to open the door of the arcane space, his heart, has been defeated.

He couldn't understand what kind of power it was, which could actually destroy the spell bits condensed with divine will. He didn't understand what kind of terrifying curse it was, which could make him completely lose the inheritance of the two great gods. The spell position is gone, even if he obtains all the knowledge, all the memories, and all the emotions of the two great gods, what can he do, he can't even use the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws now.

What he experienced at the moment was not only the severing of the spirit rhino after the spell position was broken, but also the sadness that fell like the death of his elders.

Thunder God and Ghost God are also his mentors, he never said this, but he will always remember that he has no form for these two gods, and always holds a form of admiration, he seriously studies their inheritance, and has practiced the Demon Cry Slash Fist, the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist, the Time and Space Seal, and the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws, he knows that if he gives himself a few more decades, he can integrate all the martial arts involving the divine will of these two great gods, and then open a sect and truly realize the promise of singing martial arts, but at that extreme moment just now, he completely lost the opportunity。

Not to mention decades, he doesn't even have tens of seconds.

He was completely broken, and the departure of the two great gods made him completely lose the confidence to live, whether he was still burdened with Lin Xuanchen's thoughts, Wan Jianxin's friendship, or even whether he was still burdened with the soul oath of reviving the mechanical civilization of Canonicle, it was useless. Silver Dust, a lonely teenager who left his parents prematurely, hides a scarred and fragile heart under his strong and indifferent appearance.

"It's so ugly, these otherworldly fools can't even accept their looks. The man turned slightly, straightened his arms, and dragged Silver Dust's feet dangling above the pool of blood, which boiled and bubbled and swirled into a huge whirlpool.

Silver Dust didn't struggle, it was useless to struggle, he almost instinctively used all his strength at the moment when the man just turned around, and punched the man with his right hand comparable to a rare artifact, and there was no reaction, the man didn't seem to feel pain at all, and his own fingers were almost diagnosed.

It's like attacking tank armor with flesh and blood.

"Goodbye. The man said calmly, his tone, his look, and all his expressions were not the slightest demonic evil, not the slightest madness of killing. It was as if he were not a demon, not the presiding officer of this horrible bloody altar, just a beautiful prince standing quietly smiling in the afternoon sun.

As soon as he let go of his hand, Silver Dust completely gave up his resistance, and completely gave up hope of survival and fell into the pool of blood.

The pool of blood boiled, and in the next second, a blood light rose, and the silver dust was bounced out intact, and it was smashed into dog-gnawed mud on the bluestone slab ground, and the image of the legendary master was shattered to the ground.

"Uh, this ......" The middle-aged man turned his head to look at him, as if he was looking at some particularly cherished animal. "Can the Blood Sacrifice fail?" he muttered, turning his back to the pool of blood and closing his eyes.

The blood light slowly rose, wrapping around his feet, legs, and body, as if on a parallel transmission bus on a computer. Silver Dust slowly got up, and stood like a zombie, looking at him quietly.

"It's useless, even if you escape, what can you do...... The secret realm exploration that was obviously foolproof has become the appearance of having no return for all his money now......" His expression at this time was particularly like a bankrupt profiteer.

The man closed his eyes and seemed to be communicating with the blood pool, looking defenseless, but the silver dust opposite him couldn't arouse the interest of attacking at all. This tall man in a bronze battle skirt was not only completely in a state of magic immunity, but his whole body was as hard as steel, which was ten times more difficult to deal with than the most advanced magic guide strategic mecha, and he was in a state of almost absolute invincibility in the face of smoke and dust, even if he did not defend.

Such a man is invincible.

"I see...... Many years...... I finally waited until today......" The middle-aged man opened his eyes, and at that moment, Yinchen saw infinite light, infinite emotions, infinite life and death and reincarnation from his eyes, as well as the infinite faith and persistence engraved in the deepest part of reincarnation. At that moment, Yinchen seemed to have been struck by the Great Zhou Heaven Exterminating God Thunder, roaring and soaring into the air, with all his divine sense, all his mana, all his persistence, all his morality, all his hope, and all his existence value, he blasted out the most powerful blow in his sixteen years.

He was scared, he was furious, and the moment he saw the man's eyes, he knew what he was going to do. The man's eyes were Wei Wuliang's eyes, Yun Wuyue's eyes, and even the eyes of the thunder god or the ghost god, and those eyes were full of relief and happiness after experiencing infinite suffering, and those eyes were like fire, completely burning the long life and the accumulated faith of day and night in one minute.

"Stop me, you madman—Heaven and Earth Splitting Fist!" The silver magician was almost completely transformed into a beam of light at this moment, his robes, his body, his hair, his eyes, and his soul were almost completely detached from their original form, and turned into a collection of light elements, his left hand pinched the wrist of his right hand, and blasted out a punch out of life, even a burning soul.

With that punch, the heavens and the earth were shattered.

That punch, Ragnarok.

With that punch, a huge beam of light ten meters in diameter erupted from Silver Dust's right hand, as if the main cannon of a god-level space battleship was firing, and a straight, extremely bright, high-heat, as powerful laser as a nuclear bomb erupted in one direction.

That punch was as powerful as a low-grade artifact, and it had already surpassed the limit that a rare holy weapon could reach. However, it was that kind of punch, but it was blocked by a broad palm.

"Don't bother, little. This is providence, providence, understand?" The white light was completely split, and the tall and strong figure slowly stood out in front of Silver Dust, and with just one palm, he completely neutralized Silver Dust's desperate attack that was enough to destroy the entire Pershing City.

"Anti-ghost killing. He whispered that all elemental riots were at that moment, the flash of magic, the outburst of faith, the burning will, the power of civilization, all completely disappeared at that moment, only the eternal silence and indifference of nature.

At that moment, Yinchen finally experienced unprecedented despair, the person in front of him was not invincible, but truly invincible.

Silver Dust can't think of any other existence in the universe that can cause even the slightest damage to this guy, Ultraman Ken can't wait, and Super Saiyans may not be able to do it all.

A blow far beyond the power of the Treasure Sacred Weapon, it was actually eliminated like this, Yinchen retreated, and looked at the man in front of him in a daze, he was unscathed, still with a calm look that was light and light, and saw through everything.

His majestic shadow completely obscured the silver dust. Silver Dust looked up at him, feeling that he was really looking up to the gods.

"Who are you?" he asked softly, his words full of the fragility of the outburst.

"My name is Yang. The man said, finally with a little emotion in his words, a relief, an emotion that was about to ascend to bliss. His resentment was full of great perfection, great detachment, great joy, and a little bit of reluctance to the world.

"Central?" Yinchen felt that the name was really strange, "What's your last name, do you have any other titles?" he tried to recall, as if in his life, whether it was the life of the magic world or the life of the magic world, he had not come into contact with anything related to the single word "yang".

"That's it. The man condensed a word with a dark, suspicious and unsimilar power, and Silver Dust looked at it, thinking that it was the simplest symbol in the "Complete Magic Maine Rune".

"--What is the surname of Mi in the era in which I lived...... There is one title, and it is still given by his subordinates, and it is called, well, Chi--you-" The man's tone was rather relaxed and easy-going. After he finished speaking, he saw the seven orifices of Silver Dust spurting blood, and fell limply to the ground.

"Hey, little cub, you're also from the Chinese Secret Realm, why are you so fragile?!, stand up for me! A little willpower is okay?" The middle-aged man, who called himself Mr. Chiyou, squatted down as he spoke, grabbed Yinchen's long hair, and lifted him up.

Silver dust doesn't struggle, and it's useless to struggle. Gabroyle's mages can conquer the entire universe, but they dare not offend their ancestors.

Chi You, the originator of the god of law, also known as the god of sword-wielding, the founder of ten thousand weapons and melee spells, although when he was alive, there was no word magic, all magic phenomena were called witchcraft, and Chi You naturally became a witch god.

The triwizard of the Yan Emperor, the Yellow Emperor, the Chi You, and the Witch God is regarded by the Gabroyers as the beginning of the civilization of the ancient earth - the magicians have no direct evidence of the existence of other civilizations!

Yinchen knew that the person in front of him, if it was really Chi You, then he would definitely be more powerful than Emperor Yan, and it was difficult to say whether he was more powerful than Emperor Huangdi, because no matter how Zhuolu fought it, it was also two against one! His defeat did not happen in a fair duel.

Yinchen knew that the strength of the ancient witch gods was conservatively estimated to be at the peak of the law god level, and Chi You, as the second super powerhouse in the ancient civilization at that time, the strength of the heaven-level mage was definitely not running.

Silver Dust didn't dare to struggle, didn't want to struggle. He knew that in the eyes of the Heavenly Rank Mage, he was as small as a bacterium, what happened to the legend? It was that the Primal Divine Clan fell into the eyes of the Heavenly Rank Mage, and it was difficult to say whether it could attract more attention than ants.

"You're a Huaxia person, right? This blood altar can only pop out the blood of the Huaxia people, and the others are directly sucked in...... "Chi You, let's call it that, in short, after the man saw that Yinchen was able to stand firmly, he let go of his hair, Yinchen raised his hands to cover his head, his scalp hurt.

"I'm indeed from Huaxia, maybe it has something to do with you. I'm from hundreds of thousands after your death, no, it may be a million years later, a lot of things happened during this period, the Jiuli tribe and the Huaxia clan fused ......" Yinchen said while observing his words, he began to instinctively please this mighty and majestic man, this is the instinct of being a weakling, the instinct of survival, not to mention that if this person is really Chiyou, then Yinchen has also said that it is over.

"I've thought of this a long time ago, what can I do if Jiuli is defeated, the emperor and the Yan emperor are the kind of people who are absolutely unwilling to exterminate the clan and kill them, I once did this, and they still accuse me...... There were a lot of people in the Jiuli tribe at that time, and my eighty-one younger brother was a small tribe of eighty-one to put it bluntly, and together there were more people than the Yan Emperor and the Yellow Emperor combined...... At that time, the ancestral dragon soared in the sky, the gods roamed all over the land, and if the human race wanted to occupy Kyushu strongly, everyone, regardless of whether the witchcraft was practiced well or not, was very precious, and the kid of the Yellow Emperor was kind and kind, but he could unite the world...... I lost anyway, and I lost convincingly...... It would be a good place for my people to be preserved and follow them, after all, I know that I am a guy who likes to fight and destroy, although I have built a little bit of order......" Chi You said, scratching his head embarrassedly, the action was like that of a young man, he smiled, a row of diamond-colored teeth that shook Silver Dust's eyes.

"But then again, our bloodline can be passed down to a million years later, it's really possible!" Chiyou looked very happy and raised his head triumphantly: "By the way, do you know what Odin is?"

"Norse god of war. "To put it simply, this is evidence that can prove the existence of other civilizations other than China in ancient Gabroyle, but unfortunately, this is indirect evidence, not direct cultural relics or sites, and Gabroyle's mages and scholars can't even determine the age of the so-called Norse culture!

"That's what you say, we call him the Northern Protoss, they came from the north, of course, Emperor Yan cursed him as the Demon Demon, and I don't know what kind of trouble there is between them...... Odin and his tribe are the kind of short-lived tribes that can't be passed on, and they are actually very powerful, but because of the heat, they were killed by a bag of poison......"