There was a heavy sound of machinery under his feet, and the circular ground with a diameter of just one zhang centered on the offering table slowly sank into a deep pit. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Yinchen walked over and looked down, and found that the depth of the pit was just one zhang, and a circle of complex patterns slowly appeared where the edge of the pit was close to the ground, presumably marking where to fill the blood.

"A pool of blood, the blood of the same brother, does it need to be cannibalistic to pass?" Yinchen looked at the deep pit at his feet, and thought: "Such a pool, with a diameter of one zhang and a depth of one zhang, I am afraid that it will take a lot of people......"

In an instant, he thought of the summoning of the blood pool, and of the most basic blood assimilation spell in dark alchemy. "Summon a pool of blood, add a few milliliters of your own blood to the pool, and cast the Assimilation Spell...... Not to mention the blood of the same door, it is the blood of the same person, I can also make a pool casually......" Yinchen was thinking about the countermeasures to crack the mechanism in front of him, and reached out to touch his shoulder, he ran too quickly on the ladder before, and he didn't pull out the qi extinguishing arrow, but he hastily sealed the wound directly with light recovery magic to stop the bleeding, and at this time his wound had already grown, burying the qi extinguishing arrow deep into the flesh and blood, and only half of the wooden arrow tail was exposed. Silver Dust gripped the tail of the arrow, took a deep breath, and pulled it out fiercely.

The sound of flesh tearing was clearer than the pain, and Silver Dust screamed in pain, and fell to the sky, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining the ground red, and flowing into the deep circular pit.

Silver Dust struggled to unleash his healing magic again, and then collapsed to the ground motionless, not even having the strength to take out a healing elixir from the arcane space.

The pain blackened his eyes for a while, and he gasped violently, waiting for the healing magic to stop the bleeding and dry the wound again, and the silver-white robe had turned reddish-brown by this time.

Silver Dust's light magic skills were no joke, he clearly felt that the pain was subsiding like a tide, and in a second or two, the pain would be completely gone, and as long as he washed his clothes with water magic, he could get back on his way.

"Persistence...... After a little while...... "Although the pain was quickly subsiding, the massive blood loss and the abdominal pain that occurred in the first second still made Silver Dust cramp all over his body, and he couldn't do anything else. At this moment, at the critical moment when Silver Dust was still slumped to the ground and needed a little time to recover, the main door of the main hall suddenly opened.

Fourteen or fifteen people walked in, and their bodies exuded the familiar Gangfeng fluctuations of silver dust, which were the Gangfeng fluctuations of the Demon Wei Pavilion.

"Silver, silver, silver?" the leader of the group looked at Yinchen lying in a pool of blood, and asked tentatively, his tone was full of all kinds of mixed emotions, including awe, worship, and a hint of obvious hostility, and even a little greed and madness when he saw the treasure. These conflicting emotions were mixed together, making his questioning dry, without the slightest fear or respect that a formal disciple should have in the face of His Holiness.

Yinchen barely raised half of his arm and waved it weakly, which could be regarded as a response to the official disciple's greeting. He even simply closed his eyes and pretended to be seriously injured and wanted to die.

He was not afraid of what trouble these disciples in front of him could cause him, the three-layer undercurrent demon shield was on his body, and people below the distraction level were not even qualified to hurt him at all. Of course, theoretically, these people could throw him into the big pit at his feet, and that would be the biggest trouble he had caused to a Holy Magister.

"Boss, this is a great achievement!" A shrill voice came from the crowd of people in the Demon Wei Pavilion, it was obvious that Feng Lieshan had ordered to capture or kill Silver Dust alive to obtain merit. The voice that she thought was uttered in the smallest amount of voice, and Yinchen, who had fallen to the ground with serious injuries, could not hear it, but in fact the silent hall was filled with her echoes.

"Shut up!" The leading disciple of the Demon Pavilion, pretending to reprimand severely: "Yinchen's senior is seriously injured, we have to send him back in a good life! Saving people is important, and the merit or something should be decided by the elders in the future!" He said with emotion, righteousness and strictness, it was even better than singing, just now the disciple with a sharp voice listened to his reprimand, nodded again and again, and his attitude was extremely respectful and sincere.

Yinchen absolutely couldn't believe these former fellow disciples, and he always had a completely distrustful attitude towards Feng Lieshan and the "elites" of the Demon Wei Pavilion under Feng Lieshan's temporary control. All the old feelings, all the trust, and all the good feelings between him and the Demon Pavilion have completely disappeared with Zhang Mengmeng's departure, and only hatred is left between the Silver Dust Holy Mage and the Demon Pavilion.

The leading disciple made a look, the two temporary disciples wittily guarded the open door, this process made them waste a second, more than a dozen Demon Wick Pavilion disciples cautiously surrounded them, the leading formal disciple gently walked to the side of Silver Dust was only two feet away, which made them waste another second, and then the formal disciple asked in the softest, most respectful, most pious and harmless voice, "Silver Dust Venerable? Silver Dust Venerable?

Another second passed, and Silver Dust didn't react, neither nodding nor shaking his head. With his eyes closed, his breathing weak, and the blood stains on his body, he looked a little dying, and pressed against his white silver right hand under his body, slowly gathering an ominous black. Some of the contents of the "Soul Condensing Dafa" quickly flashed through his mind.

The leading disciple exchanged a secret color with someone in the surrounding group, and the two of them quietly carried the divine skill at the same time, and these two small actions took another second. As a result, at least four seconds had passed since they had stepped into the main hall. This is enough time for Silver Dust to recover almost, and his light magic is strong in offense, defense, and healing, and it is no joke.

Before the leading disciple had time to take the next step, Yinchen sat up suddenly, looked up at the dozen or so people gathered around, he was not in the mood to talk nonsense with these guys, and his silver-colored right hand rushed out behind his back like lightning.

After he sat up, the leading disciple who had reached the limit of the divine power in his body also took the lead, he was only two feet away from the silver dust, and he attacked the target lying on the ground from top to bottom, so it was a bit ridiculous to use any secret weapon kung fu at this time. This disciple of Peiyuan Great Perfection simply picked up his fist and smashed it down with a violent wind, and by chance, it happened to collide with Yinchen's small fist. (To be continued.) )