That finger almost broke the sound barrier, and without giving the mage much time to react, it came to the mage with a clean storm. The magician had just cast teleportation, and he was in a state where he couldn't immediately use the wind magic to fly, at this time he could only hover in the air, couldn't teleport, couldn't fly away, and had no extra protection on his body except for his overlord.

It's too late to unfold the coronation of the gods, and the coronation of the gods may not be able to withstand the bombardment of this huge stone statue, the magician in the little time when the head of the Crying Buddha becomes a light bulb, he will understand the characteristics of the Crying Buddha in all aspects, and also know that this kind of god-level monster is around the body, in fact, there is a special invisible field, this kind of field, in terms of the characteristics of Creon, is called the orthodox realm, everything is centered on the will of Creon, and it is not bought by any elemental rules and heavenly rules, it can be described as very domineering, this kind of field cannot be lifted by skills, because there is no elemental law and spell logic, there is no breakthrough at all, and the only way is to borrow strength, with the help of a stronger force than the Corian at this time, to defeat it head-on, because the broken Corian will fall into self-denial, completely from the first high-level brainless person in the universe, to the most inferior pariahs who kneel and lick the toes of the master, and let the master's leather whip drip wax, and never turn over.

When the Doroye finger reached the mage, the mage knew that he could not retreat, and there was no possibility of using the hegemonic body to resist, the slimy film-like thing was the "Saad Domain" of the Creon, that was the divine power of the Weeping Buddha, that power could completely distort and negate the defense of the hegemon, and everything that was unfavorable to the Corian was the army's, non-existent, even if it was axioms, credit, justice or others. But Ryan is either supreme or kneeling and licking the power and swallowing the poop of the power.

Therefore, in the face of the huge fingers mixed with the dark white supersonic explosion, the mage could only open his eyes angrily, disperse all the remaining runes in his body, and cultivate the magic of his whole body to burn wildly, almost with a power beyond his own limit, without saying a word, blasted out the most powerful magic he could master at this time, and finally fought the secret mysteries, the Demon Cry and Slash Fist.

The purple light of the arcane spiraled and converged on the fist, condensing into a shadow, and in the shadow, instead of bursting with light, it was infused with endless killing intent. That earth-shattering killing intent almost condensed the entire universe into a small dot, and exploded linearly in the direction of the punch, as if all the dimensions of the entire universe were curled up, leaving only the last dimension when the punch was made.

With that punch, all the colors in the heaven and earth disappeared, only a gray one, and the fist handed out by Silver Dust had already turned into a jet-black pillar of light, and the cylindrical fist was so dark that it seemed to swallow up all the colors in the world, and even engulfed and eliminated the loss of control and fate together, leaving only a static, gray, and empty world.

The moment that punch hit the tip of a huge finger like a stone pillar, the heavens and the earth began to open.

The color of the world spread like a shock wave, spreading along the strength of that punch, and the space that was already dead, silent, and still seemed to come alive because of this punch, and it seemed that the moment this punch burst out was the starting point of time.

The moment the fist and finger collided, what erupted was a loud sound of two worlds colliding.

The shop where the fist and finger touched, like the singularity of the Big Bang, erupted in a rainbow-colored fire.

At that moment, Silver Dust felt as if he had become a ghost.

After that moment, Silver Dust felt like he was dead.

He flew away. His vision was a chaotic gray sky, and the wind on him couldn't even be controlled. At the moment when he hit the heavy punch, he clearly heard the sound of bones shattering all over his body, and even saw many broken bones, piercing directly from under the skin, blood rushing out, and even dyed a rocket-like trajectory in the air-

"Lost. This was what Silver Dust thought at this time, and in his silver-colored pupils, his divine light dimmed for the first time in his life.

He didn't give up because of the pain of broken bones all over his body, and he didn't despair because of his injuries. He can incarnate as a shadow, he has the deification of light, and he can even temporarily incarnate into fire or ice, and he is not afraid of the destruction of his body, even if it is so precious to him. He is no longer the legendary mage he once was, but a half-step magic god, he has mastered the magical magic of escaping by incarnating an elemental body when his body is seriously injured, and then slowly trying to reconstruct his body, but he is not in the mood to do any remedies at this time, let alone fight for Lin Xuanchen or anyone else.

Because he lost, he failed, and in the face of the Crying Buddha, or rather the Crying Buddha prematurely, he was suddenly helpless.

Thor's runes, no matter water, fire, wind and thunder, can penetrate that thin coating, only arcane and light, or flame and thunder mixed with space-time magic, but it is useless to penetrate the coating, because the thick rock blocks the full power of magic, even if he uses elemental transformation, or even slashing the light, it will be useless. So far, he hasn't hurt a single hair of Corian.

The Thunder God Rune can't be counted on, so let's use the Demon Cry of the Ghost God to slash the fist. The Demon Crying Slash Fist was what he thought was the most powerful move, the ultimate mystery, the most terrifying forbidden spell, the most perfect mastery, and yet—its power was not even as powerful as Thor's runes, and that punch didn't even break the membrane at all, and the power used was distorted by the membrane, and then the fingers protected by the membrane pressed against the mass and inertia of the rock, and it was as easy as crushing an ant to death.

In the second it took to fall from the sky, Silver Dust was already biologically dead. Although the scene in the dream was not fully fulfilled, it was also realized in another form, he was easily killed by the huge statue, and he was no different from an ant in front of the statue.

Silver Dust's life was cut off, and his heart was dead, not because his body was destroyed, but because his faith was shattered.

Demon Cry Slash Fist, is his most powerful stunt now, even easy not to use the forbidden learning, he so painstakingly studied the claw and palm techniques, but also to avoid the abuse of the Demon Cry Slash Fist in it, but at this moment, he completely played this punch, played a more powerful than the former Heaven and Earth Split God Fist, but also countless times more terrifying than the improved version of the Demon Cry Slash Fist, but still unable to defeat the Crying Buddha, he has exhausted the hole cards, for the mage, out of the hole cards has not put down the opponent has already lost......

Not yet.

His body suddenly stopped in mid-air. The air around his body seemed to be drained by the return, even gravity, and even the space itself. A thick gray mist of light seemed to appear around his body, and some kind of unknown energy seemed to surge in that gray area. The mage's broken body stood in the air for a second, and the gray area around the body suddenly precipitated dense colored dots, these dots did not emit any light, but only faintly reflected the sky light into various colors of "auspicious brilliance", and then, these solid dots suddenly softened, turned into mud, turned into water, into a transparent liquid like a rain, these liquids curled up into a large egg in the still air, enveloping the silver dust inside.

Those solid dots were nothing else, they were a large number of pills that Silver Dust had brought out from the Red Blood Secret Realm and had not been used up so far.

It was only a small part of his existing inventory, those pills turned into life-saving liquids, imprisoned by a mysterious force, slowly squeezed into Yinchen's body, and the broken body quickly recovered under the replenishment of the excess liquid. The bones of his whole body melted, and the new bones absorbed the original melted broken bones, and quickly grew in their original positions, ensuring that the internal organs and muscles were not displaced, and the internal organs that were poked by the broken bones, the muscles and skin were also repaired as before, leaving no scars or dark wounds. The overdose of medicine not only repaired his body, but also allowed him to re-condense a small amount of runes, and the magic cultivation that had seen the bottom was also repaired in an instant, and even increased by nearly forty percent, not to mention that the overlord on his body was also restored to its original state.

He continued to fall with his head dashed to the ground, his originally dull eyes bursting with a new glow, but they quickly closed. The magician slammed his head into a rocky hill at the edge of the basin, and instead of throwing his head around, he knocked the stone mountain out of a particularly large hole, and embedded himself with his own feet in the sky.

In the next second, with the cry of a giant baby from the Crying Buddha, a thick black sour water sprayed from a distance, hitting this place accurately, but just before the sour water arrived, the magician had already turned into a phantom and disappeared into the pit.

His figure reappeared above the damp dirt of the Elk Basin. His closed eyes did not open, because at this time, he was grasping every millisecond to do strategic analysis.

"The Wailing Buddha's body is Corion, which exists in the statue's skull, so attacking any other parts of the statue has no damage effect. But since Ryan claims to be orthodox, then the divine religion of the art of great judgment is completely useless, the divine cannot deal with the sacred, only absolute violence can destroy its distorted sacredness, and if it is crushed by such power, then it should cause double or even more damage. Just as the self-proclaimed sacred Korean brain-dead nation was forcibly enslaved by the irresistible forces of the United States, it was helpless in the face of reality and despair, and then fell into endless inferiority, and in order to cover up this inferiority, it must build the most solid black fortress with absolute self-worship, so as not to be illuminated by the real holy light and expose its extremely weak self in its heart, this is the so-called death at the sight of the light, right? It is no wonder that it will be so embarrassed and angry after being illuminated by the holy light and exposing its true self...... It seems that the Divine Cult's Great Judgment Technique will only have the opposite effect on it, while the ordinary Holy Light Attack can well penetrate that seemingly reflective film, purify the rock, and hurt its true body, but the problem is that now I, except for the Divine Cult's Great Judgment Technique, there is no other light magic......"

In a flash of inspiration, the magician opened his eyes at this moment, and a pair of silver pupils reflected many golden devotions. The hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched, and the fingertips quickly popped out one after another with golden claw blades, and the Chi You Wan Transformation Technique, which was not yet able to use the light blessing in North Dradeck, had already transformed into a claw of light, and the Light Attribute Chi You Wan Transformation Technique was undoubtedly an improvement in combat skills for him.

The power of the Holy See has finally been integrated into the Chinese inheritance, becoming a certain branch under the inheritance, and the Holy See's technique of great judgment has finally broken away from the fixed form of magic and become a kind of magic element, which is regulated in the Chiyou inheritance.

Of course, this is not without a price, in fact, there is only a limited number of "positions" in the Chi You Wan Transformation Technique, and if the light wants to occupy this position, then ice, thunder, mystery, spells, and when it comes to it, one of the fires must be squeezed out, so Silver Dust chose fire. While transforming light magic into a weapon, he can't transform fire into a weapon at the same time, but light, arcane (heavy attack and transformation), thunder, ice (space-time and wind), curse (petrification and weakening) and many other elements or attributes can be achieved through the magic of ten thousand transformations, and the lack of a form of flame is not in the way, and at the same time, the flame can be released through Chiyou martial arts, in fact, it does not lose anything.

Silver Dust opened his eyes, this time he came back to life, let him really see the internal mechanism of Chiyou inheritance, with the knowledge and habits of the magician, he made the Chiyou Wanhua Technique into a visual rune array existence, by filling in different elements, to achieve the purpose of instantly launching different magic, at the same time, it can also continue to strengthen different magic, after the Heavenly Tribulation and the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" can not continue to gain, break through the limit to strengthen.

"Saint, Ice, Thunder, Ao, Spell, Time, Wanhua Activates!" the magician whispered a spell that did not look like a spell, and the wind exploded under his feet in an instant, propelling him forward like a cannonball. The wind gathered in the wide sleeves, and the holy light condensed into the claws of judgment. He rushed towards the Crying Buddha who had just landed, not caring at all about the Crying Buddha's hand.

The huge rock palm fell like a top of Mount Tai.

"Korea!" the weeping Buddha shouted, and as if he pressed down with a palm, endless quicksand erupted from the palm of the rock, turning into a strong gravitational swirling sandstorm in the falling wind pressure, accurately enveloping the top of the silver dust's head. The magician's figure flashed sideways, and at the same time, he threw out a fire rune, levitating in his previous position. The mage rose into the air, his back and feet spraying the wind, the storm condensed in his hands, the light shone, the wind and the light, and merged into a hell of destruction.