However, it was too late. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The five elders carrying slender machetes launched a staggered defense at the same time, but they could only rush halfway, Yinchen had already stretched out his index finger and recited the first two syllables of the spell, and even Lin Xuanchen rushed over, and a purple-red wind like death was blowing on his body, and everything was over at this moment.

The light of the sword illuminated the heavens and the earth, as if in an instant, a sword-shaped light cut through the heavens and the earth, and all the thunder elements in the heaven and earth were completely driven by this sword, and the heavens and the earth were filled with a terrifying coercion of the gods judging mortal dust. Heaven and earth were silent, silent, and the silvery-white light emitted by the long sword was brighter than the sun. "A moment of scenery stab!" Wan Jianxin's voice sounded alone in the silence, and then drifted away alone, the five long knives with a heavy wind of the Golden Dao Gate withered down halfway, and Yinchen half-opened his mouth, not knowing what sound to make next, maybe he should learn to call a mouse?

The indomitable rush pierced through the spine and sternum, and the scorching thunder wind burned the entire lungs into a mass of charred polyethylene. The old monster of the black sky opened his mouth, stared at a pair of dark yellow cloudy eyes, hollowly in the direction of the silver dust, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't feel anything, all his cultivation, all calculations, all his power was written off, he died.

He didn't even have time to collapse before he died.

Wan Jianxin slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, took out a piece of pulp and washed it countless times, almost turning into a pure gray handkerchief to wipe the blood stains on the mysterious weapon, which emitted bursts of metallic flashes, as if showing off his victory to his master. The people of the Golden Dao Gate stepped forward, carefully turning over the corpse of the old monster, and hopefully found one porcelain bottle after another, and one after another Yin Man's hidden weapons.

"Brother Silver Dust......" The girl's weak, caring and worried voice came from behind the boy, and the crying in that voice had not yet subsided. The boy turned around and took the girl in his arms despite the eyes of the people around him, "It's okay!" he whispered, a warm current swirling in his heart, very comfortable.

[After a few minutes]

When the golden elixir appeared in Yinchen's hand, the faces of the nine elders of the Golden Dao Sect changed.

"All streams return to one Dan?" the female elder's voice was full of excitement and horror: "...... that has been lost for more than 900 years"

"Don't worry, it's not expired. Silverdust said arbitrarily, "I've tried a similar one, and it works great, so this should solve the problem of Prison Worship." ”

"Of course it can, this magic medicine is said to be only a little worse than the Nine Turns Life Continuation Pill, it can cure all poisons in the world, as long as there is one breath left, it will be fine if you eat it. The female elder said in a trembling voice: "It's just that this magic medicine has been lost for 900 years, maybe this one is the only one......

"Okay! It's okay to cure the disease!" Yinchen couldn't help but stuff the pill into the mouth of the prisoner: "Try to chew it before swallowing, don't be afraid of bitterness, there may be a taste of hawthorn pills......"

Bai Hell silently chewed the pill in his mouth, and a mellow fragrance erupted from his mouth and nostrils at the same time. "A bit of fruit wine. He swallowed as he spoke, then struggled to his feet, about to salute the silver dust: "Great grace is not thanks, but ......"

"Okay, I know what you want, we're friends, so don't be so rambling. Yinchen hurriedly supported him, but the little fat man's weight was a little overweight, and he was four years older than Yinchen, so he almost crushed Yinchen to the ground.

"With a friend like you, it's worth it in this life!" said Baijiu, laughing heartily, though his voice was still a little weak.

"I want to say that too. Wan Jianxin on the side used a branch to stir the fire: "If you can meet Brother Yinchen, you have no regrets in this life......"

"Actually, it's nothing. Silver Dust modestly counted, the sky slowly darkened, the three bonfires seemed to ignite some kind of light in people's hearts, the small team was no longer shrouded in gloomy clouds, and everyone's eyes reflected two small flames.

[A few days later]

The small team of thirteen people quietly marched towards their final destination, each with a flame of fighting spirit burning in their eyes, aiming directly at the final destination of the trip to the Red Blood Secret Realm, the Purple Blood Temple.

Although there were originally more than 800 people in this team, and now there are only 10 people and three foreign helpers left, the original intention of everyone entering the Red Blood Demon Realm has not changed, to seize the treasure and destroy the evil demons, this simple idea can overcome the sadness of losing a comrade-in-arms, the depression of homelessness and the panic of eternal fall in the other world, and can also overcome the attachment to life, the fear of danger, the anxiety of the unknown future and the fear of a powerful enemy. Everyone in this team knew that the enemies they were about to face were huge and powerful, and the Holy Water Sect Group, the Demon Pavilion Group, and other sect alliances that might exist in large and small sizes were all mortal enemies they had to face. The force of the Golden Dao Sect can now be regarded as the weakest of all the monk forces involved in the operation of the Red Blood Secret Realm, but even so, the 13 of them still embarked on the journey without hesitation, for the sake of the sect leader behind him, and even more in order to strengthen the power of the righteous path, they are indomitable.

In the past few days, everyone has been desperately improving themselves while walking, making final preparations for the upcoming bloody battle. Except for Yinchen, no one knows if they will survive, and everyone firmly believes in their hearts that in this small team, someone will survive in the end, with the treasure obtained from the secret realm, with the determination to strengthen the righteous path forces, walk out of the secret realm, return to the division commander, make a little contribution to the thousands of people in the world, and add a little strength to the justice of the world.

The righteous path has really reached a precarious point now, especially after Fang Tianhang, Lei Qianqi defected to the Holy Water Sect.

......

In the past few days, Silver Dust has once again exhausted the few remaining soul origins.

The Holy Mage is completely different from the previous mage realm, and its mastery of "range" is no match for any Magister. In the past, Silver Dust focused on one-on-one combat and the cultivation of single attack magic, but now, when he entered the Holy Mage stage, he had to seriously consider the issue of range magic.

After becoming a holy mage, the power of the soul increased rapidly, so a trace of the soul origin could be condensed in a relatively short period of time, which was much better than waiting for a year and a half before. Silver Dust took this opportunity to use up all the poor soul origins that had been condensed in the past few days, and under the guidance of the ruins of the Kanonikor civilization, he constructed three new spell slots - Phantom Dragon Battle Gang, Final Ice Lotus and Doomsday Judgment, all of which are range magic. (To be continued.) )