The power of darkness is more pure than the wind attribute power with a dark breath that Sakura Shixuan has worked hard to cultivate, more domineering, and more with a dark power that is quite unreasonable and crushing, quietly enriched here, there is no sound, only the sudden darkness of vision, only the light in the cell suddenly dimmed a lot, only Sakura Shixuan's somewhat panicked face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What is this?...... Could it be that there is still a demon king's breath in this world?" Sakura Shixuan was very surprised, after the heavenly change, even the exercises of the Demon Wei Pavilion had become the power of the wind attribute, and the power of the [ghost] had long disappeared between heaven and earth, where could I still find the legendary demon king's breath? He once thought that that kind of power would disappear forever along with "Po Xuan", but he didn't expect to be able to see it again in this deep dark black prison.

He stepped back cautiously, bowed slightly, and had no choice but to break the shackles around his neck with a single click in a fairly quiet environment, at the risk of disturbing the high jailer.

The shattered shackles attached to a chain became his only weapon at this moment.

The six-pointed star suddenly erupted into a burst of darkness. The dark blue lamp is like a street lamp in the underworld, and it can only illuminate its own lamp base in a sick way. Sakura Shixuan's eyes darkened, and he only felt that he had fallen into the dark abyss where he couldn't see his fingers.

At the peak of darkness, a silver-colored figure slowly walked out from the middle of the six-pointed star, like a soul envoy who walked out of the gate of the underworld. Sakura Shixuan's eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly narrowed. He wasn't surprised at how he could clearly see a silver figure in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he was surprised at the silver figure itself.

Compared with him in black robe last time, he is as gorgeous as a judgment at this moment.

The silver-colored figure strolled down from the space, as if stepping on an invisible staircase, which was actually just his slow fall technique. When his feet stepped on the ground, the six-pointed star, the skull, the black gas and the electric light all disappeared without a trace, and the dull yellow light of the oil lamp also brightened again.

"It's you?......" Sakura took a big step back in horror, almost screaming, he looked at the incomparably young face under the silver hood, and only felt fear and hatred swirling in his heart. He subconsciously clenched the iron chain in his hand, and the dark red wind surged, slowly turning into pure black.

"Don't waste your physical strength, this will only make you lose the chance to escape. The silver-colored figure turned around, leaving the back door to Sakura Shixuan, and then stretched out his hand slightly.

His movement was simply a slap at the wall, and that was it. In Sakura Shixuan's eyes, that palm looked powerless at all. There is no wind, no wind pressure, no energy, no "Dao" such as "Liulan" and "decompression", it is just a seventeen-year-old boy who stretches out his hand at will.

A golden palm print, shot out of his silver-colored right palm, and slammed into a dark red masonry with dark black specks of blood from the blood of a prisoner who had been here.

The golden palm print landed on the masonry and silently expanded, turning into a disc-sized magic array full of complex patterns. Sakura Shixuan's gaze was attracted by his movements, and he moved his gaze slightly to the complex and perfect light array, and at this moment, a soft and faint purple light lit up, and the silver figure disappeared in a flicker.

He came so magnificently, like an emperor of darkness, and he walked so silently, like a vain dream. Sakura threw the chain on the ground with a thud, his eyes turned to the entire cell, and finally fixed on the magic circle on the wall.

He stepped out and reached out to touch its golden lines, but he didn't touch anything but the texture of the masonry beneath the magic array. He sent out a gangfeng, and "Dead Soul Killing" and "Heavenly Demon Disintegration" took turns to fight, but there was no effect. He slammed his fist into the wall, accomplishing nothing but hurting his wrist. He looked at the round gold streak, which felt less like a self-luminous thing, but more like an ornament made of real gold.

The golden lines, reflecting the light of the oil lamp at this time, actually appeared in a metallic light and dark tone. Sakura Shixuan stared at the magic array for a long time, and all he felt was complete helplessness.

He finally came to his senses, and in the midst of a distant reprimand, he gently rested the shackles that were missing an arc on his shoulders, and even had to send out a little wind to keep it from falling. He buried the chains, sat cross-legged on the dead grass, held his breath, and forced himself to become a discarded statue.

【Blood Sun City Residence】

The purple door of light unfolded in the darkness, but it did not illuminate the darkness. The purple light was so soft that it looked like a hazy sky light shining in from behind a thick curtain, and only the scene when the silver-colored figure came out of the light door was a little shocking. In the darkness, two other figures stood up. As if the slightest bit of light that could penetrate the night shone on their faces at this time, it would surely clearly paint the shocked expression on their faces. God travels for hundreds of miles, comes and goes without a trace, this is the means of gods and demons in myths and legends, and it can't even be said to be simple witchcraft, thaumaturgy or secret methods, that is the power of the gods, right?

They were shocked, but they didn't mean to ask at all, that kind of thing was not something they should inquire, the two of them had always thought that they were ordinary people, and they shouldn't ask about the inheritance of the gods, as for why Yinchen would have these things, they used the word "chance" to forcibly convince themselves.

"How is it?" Lu Qingyun asked, his voice full of inquiry and anxiety. Although Wen Qingsong wanted to know Yin Xueli's situation like him, he was calmer than Lu Qingyun and did not speak immediately.

"We've got to save that Sakura first. Silver Dust's voice sounded even deeper and hoarse in the darkness: "No comment, right?"

"Nope. Wen Qingsong said indifferently, he knew that it was because of the three words "Sakura Shixuan" that the old man of the Demon Wei Pavilion didn't click on himself.

Lu Qingyun didn't answer, he was still a little reluctant in his heart, feeling that Ying Shixuan, a person from the Demon Pavilion, was a burden, and there was no reason to save it, but he already had a blind trust in Yinchen. Since Silver Dust's voice was full of confidence and composure, then he had no reason to worry about doubt, right?

The light suddenly lit up as they spoke. "You stand still!" Silverdust ordered, and then he explained, "Get the two of you there together, it's going to take a while, wait quietly." He said that Shin would make intricate handprints in the air.

Mass teleportation is never an instantaneous magic.

There was dark rain and a dark wind in the alleys. On the rainy night of the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month, it was quiet like gentle sleep. After last night's bonfire carnival and sudden sword flash, the city is tired to death tonight. In the entire city, there are almost only four gates that still have a little bit of light, and even in the capital palace, the few lights that were once never extinguished have also been extinguished, like a defeated empire.

In the alley, a dazzling light suddenly burst out, and the brilliant golden light almost illuminated half of the alley. At this time, there were no patrolling soldiers, no residents who woke up at night, and even homeless wild cats, so this light was destined to light up lonely, and then quickly extinguish lonely.

"Light System Positioning Teleportation Magic, Light Prism Expedition. By the time the darkness engulfed the light again, the room was empty, except for the doorway of the room, a silent crack, and a pair of cynical, selfish narrow eyes in the shape of a swollen bubble spied on everything here.

"No! I have to inform those officials and masters! That little rabbit cub! What kind of dirty fox friends and dog friends have you brought! Let him take the merit test, he won't take the test! Let him not be a guard for the Lord of the Beacon City! It's really getting more and more lawless! He doesn't want to think about it, I'm fifty, he's almost twenty, and I can't find a serious job, what kind of system will he become like this! How can he feed our family! How can I still expect to open a ship and make some business!" The porcupine-like muttering was gone. The fat man didn't know that the silver figure did not leave any mark of return here.

【Unknown Location】

Sakura Shigen got up in embarrassment, the two long swords in his hands had turned into very strange shapes, they looked like alien weapons such as hook and sickle, and all the blades were almost rolled up. He got up, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and looked at Zhang Defu, who was approaching step by step, and actually showed a solemn smile. At this moment, his face was covered in blood, and his bright red lips and two rows of white teeth looked like a zombie.

"Fortunately, it's okay, my predecessors are only one realm higher than my son...... If it is higher than ten or eight realms, I will have to run away...... No, I'm just going to run away now!" he grinned, a ghostly laugh coming from between his blood-red lips that sounded like a wail of the dead. He bravely walked towards Zhang Defu, and the body protection wind gradually turned dark red into dark black, a monstrous coercion of violent chaos, and the wind pressure that suddenly spread out of his body was released, like the force storm of the Sith warriors, and in an instant, everything within 3 meters of his body was bombarded into slag.

He was the stone wall behind him, which turned directly into white lime.

"Heavenly Demon-Disintegration-Dafa!" "Sakura Shixuan let out a high-spirited, enterprising-like howl, his figure flashed, and it was really like teleporting, and he arrived in front of Zhang Defu in the blink of an eye, the old man's eyes were fixed, and he was about to raise the gun rung, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Sakura Shixuan's hand suddenly let go of the two broken and unusable swords, and his sturdy right hand was clenched into a fist the size of a vinegar bowl, wrapped in pure black energy, and hit the old man's heart with a heavy blow. His speed was too fast, the wind was too strong, and Zhang Defu, who was 2 heavy in the road, couldn't resist at all, so he was blasted out by this punch, knocking out a big hole in the wall on the other side of the road.

He slowly lowered his hand, ready to breathe a sigh of relief from the intense burning pain throughout his body. He knew he had about twelve or thirteen seconds to waste.

"Save these guys and let them delay the army outside. As he was thinking so, he was about to look down and pick up the sword he had just dropped, when he saw a terrifying glow burst out from the cell where he had just been.

The light was too dazzling, too righteous, so he instinctively dodged for a moment, and the next second, he watched in horror as the silver boy walked out of it with two people.

The breath on Sakura Shixuan's body suddenly stagnated, and the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" was over, his body shook a little, and he didn't fall, and the practice of less than 5 seconds couldn't make him suffer too serious internal injuries.

He quickly grabbed the two swords on the ground and put on a fighting stance. He knew that in front of this strange silver-haired boy, he could suddenly interrupt his skills at any time. The black balls and runes have now become a lingering nightmare for him Sakura Shixuan, although he knows that the silver boy is not too godly, and the two people around him are even more unbearable, and there is no possibility of defeat if they are one-on-one, but in the face of the silver-haired boy's mysterious ability to instantly seal other people's skills, Sakura Shixuan is completely helpless, not to mention, the three of them, if they form a formation to deal with themselves, it will also be a troublesome matter.

"Hi, we're meeting again!" Yinchen greeted Sakura Shixuan easily, only to receive a cold gaze from the other party. At the same time, Wen Qingsong gently pulled Yinchen's sleeve: "Yinchen, that old guy is not dead yet." ”

"Not dead?" Silver Dust turned around in a dashing manner, and from the moment he saw Sakura Shixuan, he seemed to be filled with an arrogant confidence all over his body. This self-confidence made Wen Qingsong feel wrong, as if he couldn't see the dangerous arrogance and arrogance ahead. He didn't want the silver dust to capsize in the gutter, so he tugged on his sleeve to remind him.

Yinchen turned around and once again left the dead end of the back door to Sakura Shixuan, which was simply humiliating for the arrogant Demon Pavilion's disciple, but he didn't move, except for his full vigilance to try to calm his breathing and regulate his vitality that was churning due to internal injuries.

"Who are you waiting for?" Zhang Defu's voice came, with exhaustion and perseverance in his tone, obviously, it was not easy to feel just now.

"The one who sent Master Zhang Defu to the end. Silver Dust said softly, and all arrogance and confidence faded in an instant in his deep voice, leaving only a hellish chill.

In the silver pupils, the snow was thick at the moment.

The silver-colored arm slowly raised, and the silver-colored palm silently slowly turned into a small but nightmare-like claw. Between the silver-colored fingers, silver-colored blades grew, and above the knuckles, there were clusters of faint cold flames.

Silver Dust put his five fingers together, as if turning his right hand into a spear head, pointing at the old man's heart, where he had just been punched. An ugly smile of contempt shrank on the old man's face, and the spear in his hand swung slightly, pointing at Silver Dust's throat. (To be continued.) )