That heart-shattering red flame was like a critical hit, directly blasting the body of the Purple Wind Scatterer into pieces, but those fragments did not fly out at all, and formed a new Purple Wind Scatterer in midair. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe monks who saw this scene all looked desperate, thinking to themselves that this Purple Wind Scattered Man had really become a god?

Seeing this scene, Silver Dust also paused slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in his silver pupils, but it was immediately replaced by surprise. He lowered his head slightly and squeezed his right fist slightly, forcing himself not to smile.

"I see, no wonder those lights can eliminate my dark magic, it turns out that what you are using is not 'blood magic' at all!"

"Mole ants!, you have succeeded in angering this immortal!Just wait to accept this immortal's sex@abuse!" Zifeng Sanren, who was beaten and separated and reassembled somehow, really had an angry face at this time, and the words he said were the declaration that really made Yinchen's scalp tingle and stressful. He flew in the air, not waiting for Silver Dust to raise his hand and strike him down with a blow from the deep snow cold. A complex handprint quickly formed on his chest.

Seeing that he had made a handprint, Yinchen's heart suddenly burst out: "This guy can't really cast any magic, right?" Before this thought could be flashed in his mind, he saw that the entire stone hall was shrouded in purple light.

There was a roar of turning from the ceiling, the rocks bursting, the stone pillars toppling, and all the places where the spells were written in the hall burned with ugly purple flames, and where the rocks cracked in the ceiling, unexpectedly, a hideous giant eye was gradually revealed.

It was the same eyeball as the deep, hideous giant eye in the valley at the entrance to the secret realm.

Silver Dust looked up at the huge eyeball, completely speechless, he couldn't figure out what the eyeball was, only that it had a very mysterious and profound suggestive meaning. He was about to open his mouth to ask, but suddenly his feet were empty, and then the panicked screams of the monks sounded in his ears, especially the screams of Aunt Feiquan, which were particularly sharp and piercing. As soon as Yinchen's body was light, he quickly applied a feathering technique to himself, and then he also fell into a spiral-shaped bottomless purple abyss with the monks.

The giant eye quickly shrank in his field of vision, because he was rapidly falling, getting farther and farther away from the ceiling where the giant eye was, and finally he could no longer see the huge friendless eyeball, all he could see was endless purple.

"Zi Yuan!" Zi Feng's voice sounded in his ears, with high pride. Silver Dust turned his head suddenly, and was shocked to see the Purple Wind Scatterer appear less than a meter behind him with his hands on his back, falling with him. The relative position of the two of them was completely still at this point.

"Stop struggling. Surrender obediently. Purple Wind Sanren smiled arrogantly, stretched out a hand and pinched Yinchen's neck, a strange force covering his whole body, but definitely not surging into his body. Silver Dust's face suddenly turned pale, and he felt the heaviness that made him extremely disgusted and memorable, the feeling of uncertain turmoil falling on his body.

Silver Dust couldn't resist, he couldn't even cast a single spell. Purple Wind Scatter's movements were so fast that he didn't have any time to react to avoid and resist. At this time, he was in mid-air, and he couldn't borrow his strength at all, so he naturally couldn't dodge the poisonous hand of the Purple Wind Scatterer, and when he reacted, he found that his physical strength and mobility had been sealed by the Purple Wind Scatterer.

His physical strength was almost completely gone, and he couldn't even make any spell casting moves. Even though he could still unleash his magic now, he had no chance of winning a battle with the Purple Wind Sanren at such close range. He felt that even if he was a Demon Swordsman who had been brainwashed by the Five Fireball Divine Cult, and the "Second Divine Man Who Saved the World" who was as powerful in melee combat as he was in range, he would not have any chance of defeating the Purple Wind Scatterer who was a full twenty-six realms higher than him at such a distance.

The Silver Dust Mage closed his eyes in resignation at this moment. The unwillingness in his heart was like a fire burning his nerves, which could only bring him simple pain, and there was no other feeling in his body except for the tiredness of the cold wave.

He lost.

"Do you blame yourself, do you blame this society? It doesn't seem to be of any use. Yinchen felt bitter in his heart, but surprisingly didn't think about complaining or feeling sorry for himself, because he knew that it was useless to complain about anyone now, except for accepting the reality, except for struggling to survive as much as possible in the cruel reality, he shouldn't think about any other problems, those complaints, those unwillingness, in fact, there is no meaning.

He once hated this barbaric cannibalistic society, and threatened to build a new civilized world on the bones of this barbaric society, but these rhetoric alone could not make this world more merciful and just than before. He has to be strong enough to try to change the world, and the world itself doesn't take special care of him.

He had been indignant at the tragedy of this savage world, and he had sworn by gambling and swearing, but at this moment, that tragedy had befallen him.

He threatened to crush all the savagery, but the savage was now pinching his neck.

If he only complains, only shouts, and only protests unrelentingly, then he will not be able to change anything, he will still be pinched by his neck, still bullied, and beheaded, and the barbaric system he hates, the barbaric royal law, and the barbaric social oppression, will still continue to go his own way.

If he wants to change anything, first of all, he must overcome the cruel reality, defeat the arrogant and arrogant Purple Wind Scatterer, and even defeat the world in some way.

He had no choice but to move forward and not backward. To die here irresponsibly is actually the act of a coward. What's more, he hadn't completely lost his life, he had even mastered some of the weaknesses of the Purple Wind Scatterer, for example, the Purple Wind Scatterer used the power disguised by the "Blood Technique", which was not a "Blood Technique" at all.

He was now just being held hostage by the Purple Wind Scattered People, not directly killed, even if his physical strength and mobility were temporarily sealed, then what about the back hand he had laid before? The demon angel who was sent back by his tribe to explain the situation to Wan Jian Xin and them was really a messenger? He also underestimated His Majesty the Silver Dust Holy Mage, right? )