The Blood Hell itself also seemed to slowly begin to shrink, and the feeling of stuffiness and suffocation filled everyone's chest. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe yellow liquid had finally flooded some people's ankles, and in addition to the corroded and scorching pain, there was only a terrible smell that could only come out of a toilet that had not been swept for thousands of years, and people were screaming frantically, pounding and scratching the walls of the soft body, and the last struggle of the author in vain.

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It is a round white room.

The cylindrical walls are painted with a layer of powdery white paint, which rustles to the touch and does not have the smooth feeling of putty. Overhead, the ceiling was made up of a circle of glowing stone slabs, casting a slightly chilling blue-white light that illuminated everything in the room. There seemed to be an infinite cold aura in the light, and you could even feel the water elemental in its near-excited state beating regularly on the surface of the stone slab. The bright white room was as bright as noon, but there was not the slightest heat in the whole room, only the cold of the cellar.

Yinchen turned his head and looked at the snow-white wall behind him in a daze, he reached out and pressed it in disbelief, and a cold and heavy touch came from his fingertips, it was a stone wall, but he remembered very well that he had just passed through a disgusting door.

It can't be an illusion, he has obtained the silver dust inherited by Wei Wuliang, and the sea is solid, and the "Soul Condensation Dafa" obtained earlier is itself an extremely powerful mastery of cracking and creating illusions, which makes his immunity to illusions greatly improved, plus the silver dust itself is the spiritual power cultivation of the holy mage, I am afraid that there is no illusion in the world that can make him feel it.

It can't be a blinding method, and Silver Dust's domain perception is not a joke, and the non-magically blessed blinding method is not useful to him at all.

Then there is only one possibility, and that is the real formation with the transfer function. This conclusion made Silver Dust a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't understand how a civilization that didn't even have the most basic magic arrays and function formulas could make these teleportation arrays.

Yinchen County didn't know this, so he could only suppress his thoughts first and observe this room carefully.

It is a circular room, or rather a circular altar.

The taboo is made up of nine ring-shaped steps. Silver Dust was standing on the first ring of steps at this time, the top of the nine steps was not the usual sacrificial pit or blood pool, the offering table, only a chair painted gold. The workmanship of that chair was very complicated, but it was also very rough. There is neither the exquisite neatness of the Western style, nor the charm and artistic conception of the Oriental style, only some dense and messy traces of hollowing that seem to be carved indiscriminately, and even the lacquer on the chair is very inferior gold powder, which seems to be some kind of pigment, and has nothing to do with real gold. Yinchen glanced at the wooden chair that seemed to be for the mountain bandit leader to sit on, and his muscles suddenly tensed.

There was no other reason than a crescent-shaped box burning on the chair, pitch black, with a handprint-like groove on it.

Silver Dust is 100% sure that it is the box that Zifeng Sanren has been carrying.

Silver Dust no longer hesitated when he saw this, countless flashing runes appeared on his body, he quickly made a few handprints, and his silver-white body gradually faded. He knew that he must have been fooled, there might not be any treasure in the Purple Blood Temple at all, everything was just a trap designed by the Purple Wind Sanren. Maybe the treasure of the Purple Blood God Cult is really hidden somewhere in this world, but it is definitely not something that can be obtained by monks today.

He had only one thought of running for his life, and this altar looked like a place for some kind of resurrection ceremony of an evil god. The crescent-shaped box placed on the high-backed chair exuded bursts of coercion from the Yuanying master.

It was the breath of the Purple Wind Scattered People, extremely powerful, but it was not the breath of the Purple Blood God Sect, because there was no [blood] element, the source of power of the Purple Blood God Sect (some kind of mutated branch of the water element), in that breath, only the breath of the purest [undead] element. At this time, the pale black coercion that diffused in the round room gave Silver Dust the feeling that the arrow was like facing the Yuanying master of the Demon Pavilion.

The coercion was enough to make even ordinary monks lose the will to resist. Fortunately, Silver Dust is a magician, and he is almost completely immune to spiritual coercion, momentum, and illusions, otherwise he would have lost his ability to fight in an instant.

His teleportation was about to be completed, but just as he had encountered in the ring of the Rock Hall, the air in the rotunda suddenly vibrated and shattered the hyperspace passage of the teleportation. The Silver Dust Mage had to stop the seal, he didn't dare to risk his head to teleport when the passage was shattered.

Kata Tower -------

The crescent-shaped wooden box on the chair slowly cracked, and the light in Silver Dust's hand flashed, and a cube full of gold lines suddenly appeared. He clearly remembered that the crescent-shaped box of the Purple Wind Scattered People was filled with all kinds of weapons, all of which were given the Gathering Yuan style divine weapons, and they could all be done with just one hack. Although Yinchen didn't know if he could deal with the Zifeng Sanren who seemed to have the strength of the Yuan Baby, he could only find a way to win the cards in the hands of the Zifeng Sanren little by little at this time in order to win a chance to live.

The crescent box opened, and a puff of black smoke came out, but no divine soldiers appeared. Silver Dust instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't have any time to think about anything anymore. Because from the black smoke that rose up like industrial pollution, a blue-blue purple wind slowly floated out.

"That's a ghost. "This was Silver Dust's first and only thought. He does not distinguish between ghosts and evil spirits, evil spirits, demon spirits, and even evil spirits, which are collectively called ghosts, just as the people of the rodent extermination team do not know the difference between male and female rats.

The silver pupils burst into flames of hope the moment the fierce spirit appeared, but it was immediately forcibly extinguished by reason and conspiracy. The silver-colored mage was now using an almost "superficial body hypnosis" to show a frightened and helpless look, and he had to use this disguise to deceive the ghost's contempt, which was a basic skill that any dark mage or necromancer must learn.

'Unless it is life-threatening, the magician never lies, but when it comes to ghosts. Any mage must learn to disguise himself as a terrified and helpless person when confronted with a spirit, because then you can make it let its guard down and make it easier to catch - ghosts are viruses to humans, but they are a rare treasure for mages, and when you only have the option of 'capturing the target alive', powerful spells, intricate mudras, and indomitable will, may not be more effective than pretentious trembling. ’

---- excerpt from "The Ordinary Dark Codex, Volume 0001"

"Do you need to squeeze out a few tears?" Yinchen recalls a certain lecture in the textbook, as he weighs over his crude disguise. In the end, he gave up the idea of pretending to be a scared and crying bear child, because the disguise is more difficult, the risk of goofing breaks through the sky, and his eyes are blurred by tears, so he can't release the "soul ascension".

Silver Dust is ready to capture this soul alive, and the soul-sealing technique in light magic and the soul-splitting technique in dark magic are all good auxiliary magic that converts ghosts into casting materials. Souls, whether sealed or torn apart, are effective catalysts for communicating the most basic energy between heaven and earth (the source of mana power, the basis of arcane energy), and only souls taken directly from the physical body are the most inferior raw materials. The soul of a living person is very fragile without being transformed by various natural factors for hundreds of years, and it is not enough to become a catalyst at all. Therefore, only those supreme murderous spirits that naturally form evil spirits and some fools who want to live forever are worthy of the mage's action.

"Light magic captures it and turns it into a Virtue Stone, and dark magic gets soul shards...... As much as I prefer soul shards, the monster in front of me may be immune to dark magic. Silver Dust adjusted the muscles of his face to make himself look more natural, and quickly decided on his next battle idea: "Forget it, you can try dark magic first." In the end, he could not resist the temptation of the soul shard.

The black mist dissipated, and the ghosts of the Purple Wind Scatter would not wait for the Silver Dust Mage to think about it before acting. He floated down high, and an extremely natural look of arrogance appeared on his illusory face, without any pretentious mechanical sense. When the Silver Dust Mage saw his natural and humane arrogant smile, he boldly guessed that he was the Purple Wind Scattered Man himself, and that he was not the impostor in the Blood Prison. The mage raised his hand and prepared the seal on his chest, intending to strike first.

"Hehehehe, it's good, it's good, it's a perfect container. Before the mage could take action, the souls of the Purple Wind Scatterers who floated down from the top of the high altar let out a sharp and ugly sound almost equivalent to a death scream, and his voice was not at all as low and elegant as the flesh-and-blood looking guy, with a seductive girl's magnetism. The Silver Dust Mage moved seemingly casually against the white wall, cautiously keeping his distance from him, his hands darting out a series of handprints on his chest.

"You have been able to pass the test and come here to prove that you have come out of the mundane and are no longer the ants struggling to survive in the mortal world. Your bones are clear, the heavens are full, and your body is full of extraordinary blood, and you will definitely achieve a great career in the future, and this is your only chance to be reborn and complete your transformation, what are you still hesitating about, little guy? Why don't you come over quickly?" Purple Wind Sanren didn't seem to care about the mage's obviously hostile and dangerous handprint, and didn't mean to strike first, and slowly floated towards him, while seducing him in as gentle and kind a tone as possible. The biggest difference between him and the imposter is that he calls the other party "you" instead of "you and other ants" contemptuously.

The mage's handprint was completed, but he didn't launch it at the first time, but first threw out his own question: "What do you want to do?"

"Give you a legacy, the greatest legacy. The blue-blue purple wind scattered people retracted their arrogant smiles, and said with a serious face: "There are thousands of divine skills in the world, but not all of them can achieve something, and most of them will make geniuses stick to mediocrity. Only our "Purple Blood Final Dao" can truly allow a virtuous person like you to achieve the so-called 'Dao', and I, the last wisp of soul left by the Purple Wind Scattered People, is responsible for teaching the Dao to the true virtuous who have been carefully selected and tested layer by layer. Little one, you should feel honored. As he spoke, he suddenly shook his body and appeared in front of the mage as if he teleported, and the mage didn't seem to show any surprise, maybe he had seen too many undead who could teleport at will.

"Really, what am I going to do?" the mage's hands pressed down slightly, as if he had relaxed his vigilance a little, and his face still maintained a trembling expression, and even shrank back in the face of the purple wind scattered.

"Don't be nervous, don't be afraid, the mind will defend itself, and then look at me. Purple Wind Sanren tried his best to soothe the little silver-haired boy with his sharp and poignant voice, but the greedy and smug look that twitched from time to time in the corners of his eyes made the little mage more alert and jealous.

The mage did as he was told, looking up into his eyes. A cruel and ecstatic arc slowly appeared on the corner of the purple wind ghost's mouth, but in the next second, his smile shattered on his ethereal face, and even his ethereal body suddenly distorted.

In the silver pupils, a torrent of darkness erupted, which was the ascension of the dark spirit magic soul to heaven.

The blue-white light on the ceiling itself emitted a real death scream, the sound was enough to shatter the glass, and the power of darkness was wrapped and sealed by some kind of high-frequency cold ice power, and it didn't even come into play. The mage's fingers suddenly moved, the tips of the index fingers touched each other, and the handprints of just three movements were completely completed, and a green flame surrounded his body and burned.

Chaos: Soul Breaker

The green soul-extinguishing fire composed of dark forces spread out like a bomb exploded, but it was once again blocked by a blue and white light. The Silver Dust Mage made a quick decision, and actually swooped forward and crashed directly into the arms of the Purple Wind Sanren.

It was a visceral chill that had never been felt before, a chill with panic that filtered through the whole body of the mage of Silver Dust like a scanning line. The feeling of piercing through the spirits was so terrible that the mage was powerless to vomit.

"Slut, don't give you a shame!" a ghostly howl came from behind the mage, and the sharp sound was like a steel knife inserting into the mage's ears and eyes, causing him to crouch on the ground with his head clutched in pain, the Undercurrent Demon Shield shattered, and the arcane shield and all elemental resistance increases solidified in his body were unable to protect his ears. (To be continued.) )