The demon angel flew to a place still a mile away from the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain and suddenly stopped, as if it had hit an invisible wall, and could no longer move forward. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Yinchen could only order her to come down and walk, and when she reached a relatively less crowded place 10 steps away from the foot of the mountain, she suddenly crouched down and pressed the hand with the magic array drawn into the grass.

After a while, the demon angel got up and walked away as if no one was around, slowly circling around the huge mountain, carefully and silently observing the scattered cultivators' every move. As the afternoon passed, the sky grew darker and darker, and nothing noticeable had changed, and the pyramidal shape was still under the peaks of the mountains, where idle crowds still gathered.

The Purple Blood Temple had to wait until the last three days of the secret realm operation to open, and this matter had been clearly understood by Silver Dust from the routine lectures of the elders of the Demon Pavilion, long before heading to Wangtian Peak. The Purple Blood Temple happened to be opened and closed at the same time as the entrance and exit of the secret realm, which means that the time to really snatch the final treasure of the Purple Blood God Sect is only three days, and this also counts the time to go up and down the mountain and rush to the entrance and exit of the secret realm, after all, no one wants to be locked up in the secret realm, so that the Purple Blood Temple is not only the last stop to discover the treasures of the secret realm, but also the most bloody and tragic Armageddon.

Legend has it that when the Purple Blood Temple was about to collapse, all the treasures were moved into the Purple Blood Temple, and then countless prohibitions, traps, enchantments, and Yuan Gathering styles were put outside the Purple Blood Temple, and finally the entire secret realm was closed, and then the entire sect was wiped out. As for why they were like this, why they designed such a strange secret realm entrance and the opening rules of the Purple Blood Temple, it was not a question that the current monks could figure out.

The afternoon passed in a flash, and the sun had set not long after dinner, and in order to avoid being discovered, there was no bonfire on the camp of Jindaomen, and thirteen people were crammed into several tents and slept one after another. When Silver Dust was about to sleep, he reluctantly and helplessly released the two magic spells of "Dark Mist" and "Dark Nightmare".

He deliberately didn't enter the same tent as Wan Kenshin. Sleeping next to him was Hell, so that his magic would not be discovered, after all, Wan Jian Xin, who had mastered the mysteries of the Killing Dao, would not be affected by this even illusion type magic. He overlapped the two spells and permeated the entire tent without revealing a single thing outside, so that nothing unusual could be seen from the outside of the tent, and the people inside suddenly fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

Silver Dust got up in the dark, and after exerting an infernal night vision on himself, he muttered softly while the light attribute element had not been repaid: "Light prismatic positioning!" His voice was so small that only he could hear it.

In the next second, his figure disappeared into the dense dark mist.

The demon angel was waiting for him at the same time as he pressed his handprint on the ground during the day, and the figure of Silver Dust emerged from the thin air in a twist. Light Prismatic Positioning is the farthest teleportation magic that Silver Dust has mastered, the light attribute, and like its name, a positioning magic array must be placed before it can be used, and this magic array used to be in the palm of the demon angel's hand.

After Silver Dust appeared, instead of taking back the demon angel, he ordered her to move freely in the vicinity. He himself pulled his computer out of the arcane space and looked around for a place to sit quietly and turn it on.

At this time, not long after the night had just fallen, there were still many scattered cultivators gathered around the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain, looking up at the sharp and dark mountain tops under the night sky with hope. At this time, the Purple Blood Fairy Mountain was pitch black, and under the violet night sky, it looked particularly like a titan giant who had a cold and a bad temper, black and swarthy, and stood threateningly on the grassland.

On the grassland of Yima Pingchuan, there are some tents and bonfires standing sparsely, and a large part of the loose cultivators simply lie down at the foot of the mountain and sleep, looking not much different from the homeless. Silver Dust observed for a while, and finally walked towards the Heavenly Ladder of Purple Blood Immortal Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Yinchen held his laptop under his arm, looking at the stone steps of the ladder that were close at hand.

It was clearly close at hand, but when Silver Dust lifted his foot and stepped forward, he clearly felt that there seemed to be a transparent wall in the thin air. He folded his legs and reached over, but nothing touched him, as if the wall was only aimed at his legs.

"Do you want to climb over?" Yinchen was thinking about it, when he saw a short and fat casual cultivator really disregard his image, kneeling on the ground and crawling towards the stairs with his hands.

A miraculous scene happened, this casual cultivator actually succeeded in touching the purple-black hard stone steps with his hands, and then he grabbed it with both hands, dragging his legs with his body, and climbed up the fifth stone steps like a high-level paraplegic disabled person.

"Everyone, come and see! someone is really going up!" I don't know who screamed under the night sky, and the originally quiet ambition suddenly became noisy, and many loose cultivators got up from the ground, got out of the tent, and bounced up from the campfire to gather this way. When the casual cultivator who climbed up the stone steps heard this, he seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly accelerated his speed and climbed up, he didn't dare to stand up and run, for fear that once he stood up, he would be driven down by the legendary purple blood barrier.

The monks gathered and looked up, and many of them had already squatted down and were eager to try, but at the moment when the short and fat monk's left hand touched the tenth stone step, two black poisonous insects at least a foot long, like a monster created by the hybridization of cicadas and moths, suddenly burst out from the dark shade on both sides of the stone steps, and bit the monk twice on the ass. Then he flew to the shade of the tree on the other side and disappeared.

The monk lay there motionless, without any cry or pain. The people below the stone steps also suddenly shut their mouths, as if countless Professor Snape had appeared in the void with their wands pointed at them. The air was suddenly filled with infinite invisible cold lead blocks, cold and heavy, and a cold and sticky chill and fear slowly crawled up the legs and stomachs of every Sanxiu who saw this scene, as if a poisonous snake was crawling from their legs to their henchmen. Silver dust mingled in the crowd, silent.

The time of ten breaths passed silently. The bitten Humpty Fat Monk suddenly fell to the ground. Instead of lying on his stomach in a strange way that makes his stomach cramp, he "flows" like a melting candle Paralyzed, his body, his clothes, and even the treasure weapon he was carrying were all quickly dissolved into a cloud of cloudy paste-like substance under the action of an extremely terrifying poison, and his whole body was paralyzed and melted, like a viscous liquid, slowly flowing down the tenth step, flowing down the first stone step, and even flowing towards the feet of Silver Dust. (To be continued.) )