Yinchen withdrew his hand a little unsatisfied, quietly looked at the palace in front of him that could be described as devastated, and quietly felt the power of the punch just now, which was almost completely opposite to the Demon Crying Slash Fist, the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist was a real frontal attack move, it was too grandiose, too dignified, and could not be used as a sneak attack at all, and its characteristics of reducing ten times with one force were also destined to be not a kind of trick that could be used to block or deceive tricks.

Yinchen exhaled lightly a breath of turbidity, and the harvest of falling into the pit alone surprised him and made him very satisfied, but at the same time, it also woke him up from the dream of the supremacy of the mage, whether it was the Demon Cry or the Heaven and Earth Splitting God, such martial arts were not something that a mage could resist, at least not a mage of the same level, these two martial arts, too profound, too mysterious, too grandiose, their law contained the supreme truth of heaven and earth, which was the same level as Gabriel's supreme magic mystery.

Yinchen began to have deep doubts about the origin of these two fist techniques, because he dared to use his head to guarantee that these two fist techniques were definitely not martial arts that a Yuanying-level monk could comprehend. There is no other creature that can understand the laws of creation and the like, except for the gods.

Silver Dust thought about it, the more he thought about it, the bigger his head became, he could vaguely feel the slightest taste of conspiracy, but that kind of conspiracy, it seemed to be a conspiracy thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago, and it seemed to involve many shadows of ancient powers that he couldn't imagine at all, Silver Dust thought for a quarter of an hour, and the magician's brain was about to explode, and he didn't figure out Ding's head.

The Yuanying master incarnated into a statue, the cage-like room sealed by a huge amount of earth attributes, Gangfeng, choice, inheritance, and so on, all made her feel a faint smell of conspiracy, but with such a little clue, what conclusion could he deduce? Obviously, he couldn't get anything.

Yinchen finally shook his head, determined to ignore all the things behind this for the time being, he felt that he was just a small shrimp in the realm of entering the body (he had not yet adapted to his own Qi Transformation Realm), and he was a small shrimp who could never cultivate divine skills, and those ancient powers probably didn't bother to look at him, so naturally they wouldn't involve him in that treacherous conspiracy.

Silver Dust didn't know at this time that he, along with all the genius monks of his generation, was actually involved in an even more treacherous conspiracy, but it was not the ancient power that led this conspiracy but the current power.

Tilting his head and thinking for a while, Yinchen came back to his senses, only to find that he had been standing naked in the empty palace, the inheritance process of the two moves was too treacherous and terrifying, so that he completely forgot where he was for a while, just caring about appreciating the general trend and power of heaven and earth contained in the two straight punches, he didn't even know that he was naked, and Yinchen didn't even know when the clothes on his body were gone.

He hurriedly took out a few clothes from the arcane space, and then was extremely depressed to find that they were all watery robes, without a single underwear, and the silver dust had a flat mouth, so he could only barely pick up the moon-white Hanshan Temple robe and put it on his body, and went into battle barefoot.

Yinchen groped around in this underground palace for most of the circle, and finally could only get out of a small wooden door with twitching out of the corner of his eye, remembering the situation when he was pulled by two light belts around his neck towards the meat grinder-like Yuanying level Gangfeng, Yinchen felt a wave of fear spread from the back of his heart to his whole body, and he even suspected that he would suffer from a phobia of wooden doors from now on.

Slowly, cautiously, he walked out the door, disappearing into the labyrinthine underground palace.

......

"Silver Dust, you must not die!" Wan Jianxin watched the golden young man slowly dissipate in front of him, and a torrent of sadness surged in his heart, as if he had really seen him die on the spot.

"Brother Yinchen!-" Behind him, Lin Xuanchen was already crying.

At the same time that the golden boy disappeared, the last few zombie knights (Wan Jianxin didn't know that they were death knights) also turned into ashes in the white light, and the elemental soul left by Silver Dust, or for Wan Jianxin, was the last trace and thought left by Silver Dust in this earthly world, and it disappeared in front of their eyes with great cruelty. Just to save these 21 people from the zombie frenzy once again, the elemental soul chose to blow itself up.

At this time, it was already the eighth day, and it was a miracle that the elemental soul could support it until now.

Wan Jianxin's luck can't be said to be bad, after rushing out of the zombies' encirclement and interception in a panic, they unexpectedly found a treasure location that definitely belongs to the Purple Blood God Cult, and after hard work to break through the big array, they found more than a dozen scattered divine skills suitable for righteous path cultivation, a spiritual weapon long sword [Tianzhong] whose quality is to be determined that can be used by the righteous path and demons, and a large barbed net [Death Realm] suitable for demonic people and more than 40 books of demonic magic classics whose content is unbearable to look at, including the Purple Blood Divine Sect's introductory divine skill "Purple Blood Cultivation True Becoming a God**" and more than 30 kinds of martial arts moves that accompany it. The treasure site they breached was a cave that was small, low, dark and dry, and there was nothing difficult to explore.

Such a harvest can only be regarded as a lucrative one, of course, none of the 21 people at this time really cared about this, all of them were worried, or rather fantasized, that Silver Dust would be safe.

Yet such fantasies, such comforting fantasies, are speeding away from the crowd as the symptoms of poisoning become more and more severe.

In that cloud of black smoke, there was a chronic deadly poison, and even though Lin Xuanchen discovered it in time and collected herbs all over the mountains and fields to treat him, Bai Prison was still irreversibly weakened, unless they could find the "Huo Luo Pill......

Lin Xuanchen cried while leaning down again to look for it, her delicate and white hands were full of slender bloody wounds, which were cut by the leaves of a poisonous weed in the grass, the wound was not deep, and the toxicity was very small, but it must have hurt terribly.

However, Lin Xuanchen has never complained, the little sister of Xie Yuzong, no, at this time, she should be called the eldest lady of Chongwangfu, she grew up in a pampered environment from birth to a month or two ago, not to mention the wounds on her hands, even the experience of being pricked with a needle when she was a female celebrity is basically nothing, because how can girls in the upper class do needlework? That is something that only servant women can do. Lin Xuanchen can learn to embroider and sew with one hand, but he learned it secretly behind his family's back.