"I must find a way to restore myself to a level that can open the arcane space, otherwise I can't guarantee that the poison I will eat next time will kill me. Silver Dust thought, concentrating on stimulating the non-attribute spell bits in the sea of knowledge, the arcane and spiritual magic are both branches of the [telekinetic magic], which does not involve any elemental rules, nor can it build spell bits in the sea of qi, but can only build spell imprints in the sea of knowledge, these spells do not consume magic power when they are activated, but they require a lot of spiritual power. At this time, the silver dust, magic power and spiritual power were all in deficit.

He thought so, but his body was uncontrollably accelerating the absorption of the surrounding elements, the water dripping from the stalactites fell on the head of the silver dust, but the body, but no longer splashed, did not flow elsewhere, and could not even wet the robe of the silver dust, but mysteriously disappeared, turning into streams of water elements flowing into the sea of qi through the meridians, and the fire five feet away suddenly became brighter and hotter under the urging of some mysterious force, and the restless fire elements were directly absorbed by the field of silver dust, turning into invisible and colorless energy and rushing into the body of silver dust, and the power of light and darkness also surged silently from the space, especially the dark elementIn the large area of shadows in the cave, it quickly enriched, making the dark shadows even more black and hideous, and even almost emitting black beams of light.

Silver Dust stared at the top of the grotto like this, waiting for his strength to slowly recover. Abdominal pain, still faint.

......

The cave was quiet for a while, and the people who did not cultivate were chained hands and feet, and even those who were locked through their collarbones and shoulders, in short, all kinds of miserable. Half of the men were decadently silent, and the other half were fantasizing about something, all of them with blank eyes, as if their souls had long since flown out of their sockets to settle in heaven. Of all the people, only Silver Dust and the Rising Sun Venerable still had a little divine light in their eyes.

The Rising Sun Master's hands were held high, and his posture was like that of a poor citizen holding up a sign in protest, and his pair of cloudy black eyes were always staring at the silver-haired child at his feet, not knowing what he was thinking, his expression was sometimes vicious, sometimes compassionate, sometimes sad and angry, sometimes kind, and after a long time, almost half an hour, he let out a low, decadent cough, and then spoke, his voice buzzing through the cavern, quite a sense of the desolation of an ancient giant.

"Little one, it's okay if you're idle anyway, just tell the old man how you survived that trick?" said the Venerable Rising Sun, who was obviously speechless. No one knows why he did it, it's just boring?

Silver Dust ignored him, and from the first moment he found out about the old man who had put him in such a bad situation, he was going to never look at this ugly old man again. He was beaten with two palms so that his bones were broken, his tendons were broken, his internal organs were broken, and then he was fed poison and his stomach hurt, and he was scared out of a cold sweat. In Yinchen's little mind, the image of the old man Shengyang is no different from the extremely famous "Chinese Wang Tai" in the ancient civilization of Evil Luohai City, they are all typical examples of being beaten down by all the red people, and then stepping on 10,000 feet.

"Don't be unconvinced, little one. The old man didn't even want the dantian for that trick. The old man was not deterred by Silver Dust's indifferent and uncaring attitude, and continued to speak to himself, as if he wanted to say all the unfinished words of his life—he also knew that he did not have a few minutes to live.

"Block! Okay!" Yinchen replied viciously, then closed his eyes, and even turned his head away, putting on an expression of extreme disgust, of course Yinchen knew that if he hadn't met any Ascending Yang Venerables, even if he directly faced the siege of the Yin Yang and Hezong factions, it was difficult to say whether he would be injured and captured like now. As a mage, you will never be afraid of a siege until the number of enemies reaches three digits, and if you can't beat the AOE, can't you still run!

"How is it possible?" The old man saw those two fall on your chest with his own eyes, are you still a bolt of steel?" asked the old man Shengyang after him, his tone with a little inquiring eagerness, as if he couldn't figure out the question and vowed not to give up.

"Prevent it is prevent it, you talk so much nonsense!" Yinchen finally shouted angrily, his voice was full of (hypocritically) despair, it seemed that he was really a poor child who had been fed the Sanyuan Dan and his cultivation had completely dissipated, and he did this just to paralyze and deceive everyone around him, whether it was someone who was captured like him, or someone from the Yin Yang and Hezong sect.

At this moment, after experiencing the horror of serious injury and poisoning, Yinchen finally soberly realized the horror of the Demon Dao Cultivation Realm, and realized the horror of the so-called rivers and lakes in this world.

"The world is hard, the heavens and the earth are unkind, the sacred immortals and Buddhas are all vain, and only by entering the devil can we achieve positive results!" The opening chapter of "The Remnant Soul Sutra", although it cannot be said to be a wise saying, it cannot be said to be a one-sided heresy of the wheel master. Yinchen closed his eyes, and his mind violently recalled everything he had encountered since he came out of the Heavenly Sword Pass, compared to the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion, compared to the Good Luck Restaurant, compared to the Fahua Temple, and even compared with the barbaric, simple, naïve and simple Northern Empire, the cultivation realm of the Southern Empire was too turbulent and treacherous, and the undercurrent was surging. A delicate and lovely face that attracted the disaster of the Demon Pavilion's hijacking, a robe of the Hanshan Temple, the deep conspiracy of the "Remnant Soul Sutra" and a distraction master, a token of the Demon Pavilion, can attract endless killing disasters, God knows what kind of terrible disasters can be caused by a friendship with Wan Jian Xin, a relationship with Lin Xuanchen! For a moment, Silver Dust even wanted to concoct a nuclear bomb to directly flatten this damn world.

Seeing Yinchen's attitude, the old man of Shengyang could only sigh helplessly in the end, although he really wanted to find out what this silver-haired boy survived on, but as the head of the monk sect, or the former head, he still disdained to ask Yinchen to solve his doubts in a low voice. People on the right path, how much do you pay attention to a little face, and this kind of thing that is not ashamed to ask can happen inside the sect, and there is no need to be embarrassed outside. (To be continued.) )