Blood was pouring from his ears and eyes, and dizziness and tinnitus made it impossible for him to judge the situation behind him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He couldn't feel anything but a huge dark force coming from behind him.

Holding his head, he jumped in a certain direction with all his might, and his body opened the Undercurrent Demon Shield again in the air. He slammed to the ground, his magic shield crashing against the stone with a loud sound like steel colliding. The mage rolled and continued to dodge the attacks around him. The chaotic and drowsy vision seemed to flow through the scene of a large number of undead entangled.

Eventually, his ears and brain were no longer a problem to him thanks to his body's powerful ability to recover. He was able to hear his surroundings a little clearly. He sat up suddenly, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was at least thirty meters away from that terrible evil spirit.

There were four huge black clouds floating around the Purple Wind Scatterer, and the gray-white undead were shot out by him like missiles, and at the same time, more green flames ignited under his feet, which were soul extinguishing flames, soul-scorching flames, the only thing that posed a threat to the Silver Dust Mage.

The gray undead gradually turned into a black fierce spirit, surging over like an arcane missile, the undercurrent demon shield on Yinchen's body was quietly shattered, his handprints gathered in the air, and after the three seal gestures of receiving orders, he suddenly clenched his right hand into a fist and put on a half-fist posture.

The Divine Blessing of Light Barrier rose from under his feet like a fortress, completely enveloping a radius of 5 meters, and black evil spirits smashed into this depleted uranium armor-like protective barrier, whip marks wisps of green smoke. The silver pupils were full of wind and snow, and he silently threw a punch, and a high-energy particle cannon-like beam of light sniped out, directly dispersing the black clouds on the left side of the purple wind scatterer.

Purple Wind Sanren's face changed, from the fury just now to calm, cautious and treacherous. "How did you see that this was a trap? Didn't I keep reminding you that whoever breaks into the Purple Blood Temple and gets out of the Blood Prison alive must become the heir of the Purple Blood God Cult?"

"Don't say it so nicely, heir, I think you want to be reborn!" said the Silver Dust Mage.

"You actually know! This is impossible! There is no flaw in my plan!" Zifeng Sanren showed a resentful look, but a trace of disbelief still flashed in his gray-blue eyes: "Impossible! Before I became the leader, I didn't know that there was still a magic skill in this world that could obtain eternal life! How can you know that a little doll knows!"

"It's simple, the slate above your head betrayed you. The mage pointed to the ceiling: "What do you mean by using such a precious cold light jade to make a stone slab and spread it here? Do you simply show off your wealth? The light of the cold light jade contains a large amount of water element, and it can exude a calming aroma, which belongs to the treasure of calming the soul and concentrating the mind, but because the light is blue and white, and the cold air is emitted, it is easy to make people depressed and unhappy, and it is inevitable that people will associate the rest of the funeral, so normal people will not place the cold light jade in the room, only in the mourning hall!" You have placed a large amount of cold light jade here, isn't there no three hundred taels of silver here?"

"That's not right, just by placing the cold light jade here, it is impossible to deduce that the "Dafa of Borrowing the Corpse to Return the Soul" is impossible, how come no one has thought that there will be any "snatching away" saying that there will be more time in the Spirit Hall?

"Then what do you mean by calling me the 'perfect vessel'?" The mage's words made the Purple Wind Scattered people completely speechless, and the next second, the fierce spirit that had been sleeping for a hundred years became angry again: "Slut! I am willing to die for the sake of the Purple Blood God Sect's continued inheritance! I have been sleeping here for a hundred years! Waiting for the day when I can borrow a new life! Restore our Purple Blood God Sect! You are just a mortal dust ant! Even if you know, what can you do? Can you still stop the revival of our Purple Blood God Sect?" He roared with his teeth and claws, wisps of arrow-like dark energy erupted from his body, and a terrifying heaviness like violent crushing instantly filled the entire room.

"I'd love to try it and see if I can break your big dreams. Silver Dust hid in the barrier, blessed himself again and crowned the gods, then raised his hand and stretched out two fingers.

The power of light bloomed at his fingertips, but instead of white light, it was a crimson flame. The flame with the power of light has a more upright and majestic momentum than ordinary flame magic, and because of the existence of the soul rune of the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa", it has become more like an arm.

"Wyvern Strike Thief Flame Cannon!" The twin large fireballs were one meter in diameter, which looked amazingly imposing, and seemed to be more than twice as fast as the three consecutive fires. In the blink of an eye, there were three sections of six shots, lined up in three slightly open straight lines, flying towards the purple wind scatterers.

"Carving insect skills!" Purple Wind snorted coldly in disdain, flicked his sleeves, and a large number of black curves poured out of his transparent body, which looked as terrifying as a group of shadow arrows.

The fireball was extinguished by darkness before it could explode. The barrier shattered under the rigid blow of the dark power, and the silver-colored mage kicked his legs, and suddenly turned into a silver-white afterimage and drilled out of the gap of the overwhelming dark power.

"Deep snow cold!"

"Ice Lotus of the End!"

"Wyvern Strike Thief Flame Cannon!"

"Heartbreaker!"

"Red Lotus Desperate Situation!"

......

One incantation after another was recited in the dodge, the icy light, the burning fireball, the explosive flame rays, and even the large-scale blizzard like the extinction of the winter could not stop the power of the darkness, it was the darkness of violent crushing, but it was not the quiet darkness that Silver Dust was familiar with, but the darkness of chaos and irritability. This is the first time since the Silver Dust has crossed over that he has encountered an opponent similar to a spellcaster, the opponent's attack range and even attack speed are far more powerful than the young saint mage, and of course, there is nothing to compare with in terms of mana strength. The Silver Dust Mage had been completely suppressed at this time. He didn't seem to have any way to hurt the other party, or even throw magic at all.

The strength of the Purple Wind Scatterer was completely unexpected, he never expected to encounter a spellcaster as an opponent in this other world, and he almost forgot how to fight with ranged combatants after fighting warriors smoothly. When the density of the barrage is much smaller than that of the other party, the first thing he thinks of is defeat and death.

For three minutes, he only lasted three minutes under the hands of Zifeng Sanren before he was forced into a corner of despair by the other party.

The distance between him and Zifeng Sanren was still thirty meters. Behind him were cold, thick walls, and to his left and right were green flames, soul-extinguishing flames that he didn't dare touch. The soul-extinguishing fire that was more than one person tall surrounded him, and he could only see the blue-green figure of the Purple Wind Scatterer through the green transparent flames. Everything seems to be over, the Purple Wind Scatterer doesn't need more moves at all, as long as he lets the Soul Destroying Flame engulf him, his soul will completely dissipate, and his body will remain intact and become the "container" of the Purple Wind Scatterer.

"What a perfect body, although it is a little doll, but the little doll's body is the most immature and fresh, and the preservation time is also the longest, if you take care of it, you may not need to change your body again for a hundred years! This is much better than a strong man's body every thirty years!" Purple Wind Sanren showed a complete victorious smile, and slowly and proudly drifted towards the silver dust. No matter how powerful the Silver Dust Mage was, it seemed that he had fallen into a situation from which he could not recover.

Is he just desperately waiting to be destroyed?

Apparently not.

"Do you really want my body so much? Silver Dust sneered, his smile didn't attract the attention of the Purple Wind Scatterer, after all, the Purple Wind Scatterer seemed to be just dying. "Indeed!" Zifeng Sanren said: "Want to commit suicide? I also welcome it, anyway, there are many ways to repair the corpse in my hands, even if you cut off your own hands and feet, I can give you back again, I am not afraid, otherwise why did I use 'ghost magic' to hit you directly? I don't worry about what your corpse will be broken into, I just need to use it." ”

"That's a nice thing to say, but it's a pity that you don't know me, you don't know the mage. "The Silver Dust Holy Mage said in an ethereal tone, "Mage, they are a group of people who would rather die than compromise. ’

Yes, warriors have madness, mages have arrogance. The calm and low-key mages on weekdays seem to be just some literati and well-known, but they are just rats hiding in dark corners and intriguing, but who can really understand the courage and persistence in their hearts. A mage can die casually, but he must not be ashamed.

The courage of the mage is not understood by cynicism. Their ferocity and domineering are not shouting, not powerful figures, not the physical strength of smashing stars with a punch, but the heart, the will, and the magic power that burns in the palm of the hand.

"I'd rather not have a body than give you such scum. The Silver Dust Holy Mage said.

In the next second, when the Purple Wind Scattered Man continued to approach his side, the silver windbreaker lit up with a golden light, and his entire body began to rapidly transform into the color of gold, as if Su Xu had transformed from a flesh-and-blood body into a void ghost. "Fight!" "Fight!" The magician who finished analyzing the situation in front of him could not see the slightest fear in his pupils, nor the slightest despair, only a death-like courage and fearlessness. A mage can die, but he must not be defeated without a fight.

In the silver pupils, a pure white blizzard surged. The power of light was rapidly eroding his body, and the eleven-year-old boy was completely engulfed by a pure white light in an instant.

"Light apotheosis!" the magician's voice came from the rising light, no fear, no madness, no desperate hysteria, no anger, no intimidation, no nostalgia for life, no sigh for death, only a sacrifice of bravery, and unyielding strength.

Elemental Incarnation, a magic that only an Elemental Apostle can accomplish, incarnate as an elemental, means completely abandoning defense in pursuit of a never-ending continuous attack. The elemental elves incarnated by the mages are different from those elemental elves who are born and only survive in the corresponding elemental enrichment areas, and their resistance to any other element is zero, and it is the desperate magic of mages who completely expose their weak defenses to the enemy and give up defense.

The mage who incarnates as an element, itself can travel infinitely in the same elemental medium, and it can be regarded as the ability to allow the elemental incarnation without any defensive ability to obtain the ability to save his life on the dangerous battlefield, and at the same time, the mage of the elemental elve, will completely merge with the elements in the realm, regardless of each other, they release any magic of the same element, no need to chant spells, will not consume mana, and will never encounter problems such as the casting interval, let alone any elemental compensation. Elemental incarnation, to put it bluntly, is just a means for the elemental apostles to obtain the ability of infinite continuous magic like the king of the realm by completely sacrificing their own defenses before becoming the king of the realm.

Blazing light rose from the circle beneath the mage's feet, reaching the rocky ceiling, and the small figure of the silver-haired boy was completely engulfed. After three seconds, the light dissipated. And the Purple Wind Scattered People also stopped in surprise at this moment.

The silver-colored little boy has become a handsome young man at this moment, that is what Yinchen looked like when he was 25 years old, a gorgeous windbreaker embroidered with a large number of magic patterns, long silver hair flowing like endless mercury, silver-gray sword eyebrows that fly obliquely into the temples, and the majestic pupils that seem to be shining with silver runes forever, at this moment are displayed in front of the purple wind scattered people like the most perfect myth. His face is like the most perfect marble statue, and the temperament exuded from his body is really like the archangel who judges the world, solemn, mighty, solemn with restraint and kindness, strong with a trace of pity for the suffering of the world. At this moment, Yinchen is truly incarnated as an archangel of light, and perhaps as long as he is equipped with a pair of wings, he can become a god who reigns on earth.

The momentum surrounding him had already broken through the extreme coercion of the Yuan Infant Great Perfection, exuding a terrifying power like divine might. The green flames and the power of darkness all quickly retreated at this time because of the divine power on his body, like ice cubes burned by lasers. The illusory body of the Purple Wind Scatterer also retreated suddenly, and even had to spew out a large amount of black smoke to cover the body in order to save his soul from melting in the golden-colored coercion.

"You slut!!" his voice was half frightened and half annoyed, and he watched the duck fly away, and in a way he didn't understand at all. Of course, the Purple Wind Scattered People could see that at this moment, Silver Dust had become the same "ghost" as him, (elemental spirits), and the so-called rebirth of the rebirth was impossible to talk about. The huge immortality plan that he had worked hard for all his life and had been waiting for for a hundred years was about to come to naught, could he not be in a hurry to get angry? Even an evil spirit has a temper. (To be continued.) )