"Stop her!" Zhang Weiwu let out an angry roar again, and the people outside the door had already heard and acted, but the girl's figure suddenly froze at the door, and around her body, a gray-green light erupted from the whirlpool.

When the light blooms, it is the realm of death.

The disciples outside the door who were about to stop or even kill them all turned into metal statues at this moment.

Zhang Weiwu, who was charging towards him, suddenly stopped, staring at this hellish scene in a daze, not daring to move forward at all, he suddenly understood at this time that this terrifying petrified power would not be blocked by ice energy at all, they were two unrelated energies.

From the very beginning, he and Han Rinxu had no chance of winning, and the opponent was not a master of any sect, but a real whip of the chosen one.

Even the Chosen Whip is one of the few powerhouses!

He looked at the girl steadily, and watched her turn her head, revealing a bland, stiff face, and at her figure, which was almost twelve or thirteen years old, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if staring at a monster from another planet. The petrified glow from the girl slowly dimmed until it was nothing, and then she jumped down the third-floor corridor as if she had made up her mind to escape.

Zhang Weiwu chased after him without thinking about it, jumped down the corridor at once, and fell heavily in the hall, the moment he fell, Han Rinxu in the room was relieved of the trouble of petrification, and the tycoon shouted "Total Dart Head!" and followed out, he didn't have the courage to jump directly off the third floor, so he could only trot all the way down the stairs, and when he came down, Zhang Weiwu had no shadow for a long time.

Han Rinxu is the number two person in the dart game, at this time Zhang Weiwu went out to chase people, and he didn't know the good luck and misfortune, Han Rinxu had to make the same decision as the aftermath, he immediately ordered Old Man Zhang to mobilize manpower and get ready to go.

Old man Zhang saw the scene of Zhang Weiwu chasing out the door, and made the worst plan in his heart, naturally roared at those disciples who were still ignorant and didn't know what was going on, sorted out their bags and hoarded food and grass to prepare for the car, etc., the lobby on the first floor and even the many guest rooms on the second floor were suddenly in chaos, and naturally no one noticed it, and the moon spirit quietly poked his head out of a guest room, and then sneaked downstairs.

【A few minutes ago】

The room where Silver Dust is located.

"Well, it's done!" Lin Xuanchen lit the last incense, gently tidied up his sleeves, and said with some relief. The ink had already used the decoction, and the kimono was lying on the bed, with a thick white gauze bandaged on his calves, rising out of the bed, and the high branches were on a dilapidated chair, and the toxins of the ice chips were pulled out little by little by some strong antidote, dyeing the gauze around the wound into a pus-like brown yellow, and the poisonous water fell drop by drop into the spittoon supported below, making a regular sound like an hourglass, as long as this state could last for about half a day, he could fully recover.

The man in the shape of a thousand miles seemed to want to repay the favor, and in this dangerous inn where the enemy was dominant, there were still guards for this house, two people at the door, and two people by the window. Yinchen saw that such a configuration was quite safe, so he started to think about it, he wanted to pit Master Ding Mao first, and at the same time, he was not at ease, so he let the Moon Spirit go to rescue Su Feifei alone, and at this time, when he heard that the Empty Trace was out of danger, he said to Lin Xuanchen: "Xuan'er, do you think I can let you help take care of the Moon Spirit?" She is afraid of meeting a grandmaster-level master like Zhang Weiwu alone——"

"Okay, it's better if you don't be so polite next time. Lin Xuanchen smiled gently, walked to the door gently, and whispered to the strong man who was guarding: "Trouble call a thousand miles of illusion Lang Zhong." ”

After a while, Lang Zhong came, a strong man with a scruffy beard in his thirties, it seems that he is not Lang Zhong, but a boxer who knows medical skills, there is no saying that medicine and martial arts are not separated in the Fengyuan Continent, after all, alchemy and Gangfeng Divine Skills, and Zhanliu Divine Skills are quite far apart, so such a character can be regarded as a relatively rare talent. Although the alchemy in the other world is prosperous but not developed, there are not many earth-shattering prescriptions handed down, not to mention, the system is also very poor, and because after the introduction of the war soul beast, alchemy is also divided into the human faction and the demon faction, the human faction advocates alchemy to save people, and the demon faction advocates saving the war soul first, and when the war soul is strong and can produce a large amount of war soul qi since then, people will not be cured. There is no difference between the two factions, but Lin Xuanchen must belong to the human faction, because the methods of treating others by the Nine Heavens Xuannu are all human, and there is no research on the demon faction, which shows the difficulty and complexity of the medical way, since the millennium of civilization, except for the Nine Heavens Xuannu, there is no second sect centered on the medical Tao, and the so-called Medicine King Valley and the like in the name of the medical Tao are actually scattered demon ways that are good at poisoning, and their inheritance is fragmented and scattered, and they have been learned by many people, but they have not received a complete teacher, just like the strong man in front of him, with a cold and cold demonic energy, a face of horizontal flesh, and his face looks more inclined to a thug than a doctor。

Lang Zhong who was invited is naturally a good player of the demon faction, and he can't be called a master, but he also has two brushes, after listening to Lin Xuanchen's words, although he doesn't agree with her theory, but looking at the sheathed long sword that has been tightly grasped until now, there is no objection to raise. The swordsmen are all "heretics" who don't pay attention to the war soul beast and only pay attention to the wind and snow war, the methods of the human faction are naturally better than the demon faction, and the poison under Master Ding Mao is not rare in the general second class, the ghost knows what it is, Lang Zhong asked himself that even if he went back to ask the master, he might not be able to come up with any way, so he could only listen to Lin Xuanchen whispering reluctantly, not to mention anything else, listening to the beautiful woman's glutinous voice with a little bit of a local accent is still very useful.

After Lin Xuanchen finished explaining, she walked straight to the hollow circle array, she and Yinchen are almost one and two lives, there is no barrier at all, and she also knows a lot about Yinchen's Shinto methods, but after all, she is only a god concubine and not a true god, and she can't wave her hand like Yinchen is the chic of the weather change, but she has to chant a spell first like a serious magician before she can use "Yinchen's things". She whispered for a second, and her delicate figure disappeared in a flash of silver light. Silver Dust immediately shrank to a corner of the room, moved a chair and sat down, quietly closed his eyes, and the brilliant elemental brilliance that emerged from the hands stretched out of his cuffs, sometimes sparks, sometimes clouds, sometimes thunder, sometimes arcane purple light, and even for a moment, a black brilliance gathered in his palm, which was the power of shadows.

Yinchen closed his eyes tightly, neither chanted a spell nor performed any magic rituals, he could easily find the mark he left behind with his mind, and even found the exact location of Master Ding Mao and the owner of the woman in red, that is, the exact location of the dove-killing mother-in-law, as a mage, the most important thing he should do now is to prepare a magic clone, carrying a part of the powerful magic god power to descend in front of them, and give these two evil guys a divine sanction.

[At the same time]

In the most secret cubicle in the northeast corner of the third floor, Master Ding Mao was sitting opposite his mother-in-law, and on the wooden table between the two of them was a pot of tea and two plates of side dishes, which seemed to be calm and comfortable. However, the blue-green glow of the Xuan Ice Soul Gathering Style under their feet fully shows that they are not as calm as they seem, but because of the accidental damage of the Battle Spirit, they are in a very dangerous state, they cannot invoke any power of the Battle Spirit at this time, they can only rely on themselves and a few cold ice powers, and your power after the ring can only exert about 20%, which is even more unbearable than when the Battle Spirit leaves the body.

"Careless!" the old voice of the dove killed the mother-in-law revealed a little tiredness, and there was also a trace of panic that could not be hidden. Master Ding Mao was still pretending to be calm at this time, and many beads of sweat had climbed on the bald head of the sheep that had burned the evil god totem, and it looked like a head full of yellow and clear lice.

After the winter is approaching, the temperature in summer has also become cooler, it stands to reason that a cultivator like Master Ding Mao should not sweat in this weather, and the strength shown by Silver Dust should not scare him into a cold sweat, the beads of sweat on his head at this time are all sweats after his body suddenly weakened.

Master Ding Mao hadn't realized that at this time he was already so weak that he was abnormally weak, and the dove killing mother-in-law on the other side was shallower than his cultivation, and the damage he suffered was not lighter than him, but he could still ensure his basic demeanor, and he, the powerful Chosen One, had already shown symptoms of night sweats, which was obviously not explained by a sentence of "the battle spirit was damaged".

"I don't blame you, Buddha, I didn't expect that kid's cultivation to be so powerful now, a few years ago he just had some means, and it was not enough to compete with people in the realm of us, but now, ...... Buddha, I don't have a good chance of winning against him alone. Master Ding Mao tried his best to comfort his mother-in-law, and tried his best to win her over to continue to help him prevent the revenge that could come at any time from the silver dust.

Of course, Granny Dove knew what he was planning, and she was also thinking about Yinchen's possible revenge: "Tell me, what kind of spell can he put on us?" I've used Feng Shui Silence Technique three times, but I still haven't seen anything. There was some anxiety in his words.

"Master Buddha, I also feel strange!" Master Ding Mao also sighed and said: "It stands to reason that if you put a spell or poison, there will always be a little soul energy in the body that does not obey the call, as long as you run the magic power, the soul energy flows, you can naturally detect it, but the cultivation is deep and shallow, the blessing is thick, and the ice qi produced by some poisonous spells is more obvious, and some are like the swimming fish in the sea, mysterious and cunning, not easy to be felt, but there is no kind of poison or spell in the world that can hide the feng shui silence technique?" Besides, you and I are both evil people, and we know much more about these poisonous ghosts and ghosts than ordinary people, and the cultivation is also there, even if we are poisoned by Indra's sect masters, then we can still know, do you still think that kid's poisoning and spelling methods can be stronger than the red-clothed pigs?"

"It seems ......to be right to say this," the dove killed the mother-in-law listened to Master Ding Mao's words, her expression eased slightly, thinking that the silver dust boy is a person who inherits the forbidden art of heaven, such a person can't learn something too shady, they want to punish in place of heaven and earth, they must be just and pedantic people, otherwise how can they stand the penance of that righteous forbidden art! Heaven and earth forbidden art is naturally related to numerology and misfortune and character and character, the silver dust boy has no time to practice, the evil demon trick is destined to lack accumulation on the way, and the second is numerology and misfortune, and he will definitely not learn these things, so how can he do such a "subtle" spell method, so that the two trickster masters can not sense the abnormality of the body at all? In the eyes of the two of them, the silver dust boy's previous words were just "scare" This practice is very common in the righteous path, and people in the devil's path will not let go of any opportunity to poison people.

The two glanced at each other, and both saw a hint of relaxation in each other's eyes. The dove killed the mother-in-law exhaled, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, Master Ding Mao's eyes and mouth closed together, not saying a word, like an old monk in a steady, silently absorbing the soul-gathering ice energy under the seat, repairing the frog battle soul that was beaten crazy and was electrocuted more than ten times.

The room was quiet for a while, and at this time, the fighting outside had long stopped, and even the rain had long since stopped, and the sun shone in, and the whole room was quiet and bright. It was also when this quiet atmosphere reached its peak that a firelight, an undoubted firelight, suddenly burst out from the dantian position of Master Ding Mao.

With a flash of firelight, crimson flames rose up along the perfect arc of the big belly, and in an instant, they turned into orange-red flame bands like a loinclothed dragon, spreading across the entire abdomen and burning towards the waist and back. Master Ding Mao screamed, bounced up like a toad, and the boiling frost battle spirit qi was carried in the air with both palms, slapping the flames on his body fiercely. The frost collided with the flames, and the dazzling flares of light exploded where his palms struck, forming golden-colored transparent balls of light like lava bubbles, which exploded, leaving a standard hemispherical scar the size of a bowl. Master Ding Mao's fat and round fat body crackled and exploded into bloody pits in front of the eyes of the dove killing mother-in-law, as if there were many small bombs buried under his fat. The blood had long since flowed out, for the blood had evaporated and the blood vessels had been sintered from the flesh and bones of the explosion and fire, and there was nothing left except for patches of charred black and hemispherical craters.

"The evil Buddha continues to live! The evil Buddha continues to live! The battle soul is out of the body, out of the body!" Master Ding Mao's screams at this time are really no different from killing pigs, of course, he looks more like a live roasted suckling pig at this time, the flame and the ice are hedged to form a light, but the light is not lower than the temperature of the flame, the double roasting almost makes him think that he is being tortured by cannon burning, whether he puffs up the cold ice soul qi or not, it is useless at all, and the fatal burning pain is still wrapped around the whole body.