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His face was hidden deep in the hood, and in the dark shadows was nothing more than a vague outline.

His flaming fists, from time to time turned into flaming spears, like the fierce blows of a tiger general, piercing the darkness and vanity that had returned from the underworld.

Silver-colored eyes, see clearly. What kind of monster is the huge shadow of those bones?

The mammoth-like body is an imaginary monster made of repeated splicing of the vertebrae and ribs of a scalper.

The rough limbs, which are the leg bones of the wolf and the hyena, are put together, as if the roots of an old tree are coiled, and the fingers and claws at the end of the limbs are the claws of all kinds of fierce birds, and there are no less than twenty or thirty fingers on one claw, coiled into a strange shape like the mouthparts of a coelenterate, and they attack towards the silver dust, and the heads of those monsters are scattered with the skulls of various beasts and domestic animals to form a roughly circular shield, and countless hollow eye sockets are burning with dark red fire that symbolizes the law of the undead. The flames erupted from time to time, shining on Silver Dust like a ray of death. Although the attack distance is only within three pools, it carries a great power of death, and if you really want your flesh and blood to be exposed to such a light, you are afraid that it will grow old and decay in an instant.

"Pitch black determination. When the pale figure quickly flashed the first ray of death, the mage faced the swarming dozens of undead monsters, and opened another layer of shield. The thin, ovoid shield emitted a dark red glow that looked almost identical to the glow of a deathray. Death-causing rays with infinite decay power fell on the shield, not only did not weaken the shield, but instead increased the thickness of the shield slightly. The dark red light exuded an uncomfortable bloody aura.

Silver Dust hid in the shield, raised his hand to draw a magic array, the silver fingertips slashed through the air, leaving a dark red or dark blue trail, and the next second, purple flames emerged from those lines, forming a purple smoke-like skull pattern in the air, and the void skull opened its mouth with only teeth, revealing a pitch-black mouth.

The mouth is the door to the invisible world.

Darkness surged out, and the white skeleton mages walked out of the portal of the undead with Nazi-like steps, the skull palms sealed in the air, and then ice blue lightning suddenly fell from the sky.

Normal Magic: Lightning Strike.

The lightning struck the fierce beasts composed of bones, the broken bones splashed, and the black smoke rose, but it couldn't stop the pounce of those bone monsters at all, and even the moment the lightning fell on the monster, their speed and strength increased slightly, and the sharp bone claws slammed into the pitch black determination, bringing out patches of dazzling sparks.

The skeleton mages carefully dodged the bone beasts while firing lightning magic and some cursed undead magic, and even a few tried to control the beasts, but failed. Their actions will never have any effect other than to provoke the beast. Those fragile mages, even with their arcane shields open, were still shattered by the claws of the bone beasts. Seeing that the skeleton summoning had no effect, the magician flicked his index finger and closed the door to the bones.

"The Gate of Bones has no effect, so the Death Prison won't have any effect, right?" The mage dodged and swayed among the white claws of the forest, struggling to dodge the endless claws that seemed to be like a frenzy, preventing them from shattering the pitch-black determination and exposing himself directly to the rays of death. Silver Dust didn't dare to bet that his Immovable Tyrant would be able to block such a pure death attack, so he was cautious, but no matter how much he dodged, the pitch-black determination of the oval shape was still frequently attacked by the claws.

The dark red shield was covered with cracks and scratches, and it looked like a piece of scrapped glass. The magician's hand, clenched into claws, the claw of the Demon Crying Slash Fist with a blinding bright red fire, slammed into the bones of the restless beast.

The Flame of Civilization suddenly exploded in the roar of silver dust, turning into a large ball of fire with a diameter of one zhang away, slowly swaying in the air, and then exploding again into a bright red whirlwind, carrying countless flammable bright red points of light, spreading in all directions. The foot of the mountain ignited by the fire spread to the mountainside, but the dead breath of the undead floating in the air seemed to turn into some kind of invisible and qualitative barrier, blocking and even suppressing the sacred fire that symbolized civilization.

The magician stopped, raised his hand, and the Undercurrent Demon Shield turned into three huge tower shields, surrounding him in the middle, temporarily blocking the siege of the undead beasts. Silver Dust held his breath and listened, and sure enough, he caught the ethereal singing sound coming from the top of the mountain.

It was the spell of the living, it was the song of the undead, it was the sound of two distinct sources of a man and a woman. Silver Dust raised his head, and his silver eyes looked at the top of the hill, and saw that above the top of the mountain, there was an invisible gray light shining like a mist.

Silver Dust could see those lights because he had turned on Infernal Night Vision, and in the thick color of his vision, the gray light swirled into something like a simple and simple magic array. Yinchen thought it was Juyuan, but it didn't look like it, as if it was a simple embodiment of the law of the undead in this world.

Silver Dust blinked, crouched down, and picked up a scattered beast bone from his feet, which was an eagle's claw bone.

He could have used the power of Gangfeng to suck the claw bones over, but he didn't, his actions at this time were as devout as prayers, and every movement he made at the moment was like an ancient ritual of worshipping the heavens.

The mage raised his head again, his gaze locked on the simple gray luminous body that looked like a seal and a formation. Ignoring the dense sound of shattering around his body, the Undercurrent Demon Shield finally failed to block the continuous attacks of the fierce beasts.

On his pale body, a purple light of arcane annihilation appeared, and in the next second, his body flew into the air, escorted by a terrifying wind, like a short-range missile, and swooped straight towards the gray light source.

The superposition of arcane acceleration and flying techniques, coupled with the application of the Mirror Wanderer, made his whole person turn into a person who ran away from everything in an instant, sacrificing himself.

Assassin-like sacrifice.

The pale shadow crossed the entire upward staircase in an instant, and appeared on the top of the mountain in an instant, before the light source, the bone spur-like claw bone in his hand, at the moment he flew over, suddenly lit up, turning into a holy sword that illuminated the entire world.

Enchantment: Huaxia Spirit.

The spike-like claw bones in his hands instantly swelled to a foot in length, and his wrists were so thick that the magician held them as if he were holding an assassination dagger. The wind condensed on the magician's back, turning into the wings of the wind, and the magician himself was flying from the distance like lightning and stone fire, using the special technique of "Dead and Dead", stabbing the tip of the short claw bone into the gray light mark that existed in the void and seemed impossible to be seen.

He didn't even realize that the momentum of heaven and earth that he had triggered when he stabbed was exactly the same as the momentum when the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist was launched.

The sky is shattered, the dust is obedient, and the action of assassination has become an eternal like opening the world.

The earth turned into a sea of fire, the sky turned into frost, and in the middle of the extreme world of hedging, a golden light struck from outside the sky and stabbed at the target surrounded by this extreme world.

Ice and fire hedged, swirling and turning into complete ashes in the holy light, this thorn of silver dust was like the first sword of heaven and earth, the first action, the first thought, the first [Clear] and [Clear] that came out of the chaos.

At that moment, the golden holy light almost illuminated the entire world under the night.

At that moment, there was a terrible scream, an angry roar, a huge shock of the heavens, and the humility and weakness of the consciousness of all things in the face of the earth-shattering divine will, at that moment, Yinchen felt that the resistance in his hand suddenly tightened and loosened, and there was a sudden fierce itching on his body, and the illusions in front of him were numerous, and his ears were filled with no less than tens of millions of whispered mutters, painful moans, angry curses, and cowardly complaints, at that moment he felt that the world was spinning, as if the world had suddenly lost the concept of direction. He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly found that he was still at the foot of the mountain, on the first stone step, as if he had a big dream.

Behind him was a pit of death.

The wind ruffled his robes, and there were bursts of hollow explosions and leaks like car tires in the air, and finally turned into ordinary transparent winds.

The sound of gas leaking filled his eardrums, and he squinted his eyes in the storm of silver dust, and glanced around to see the ravines on the originally flat and barren hillside, with potholes and even scorched marks, and then nodded slightly. "The heavens have changed, erasing the final blow I had just struck, but it doesn't seem like a complete wasted effort. He stood still in the wind, his pale figure like a sharp blade, splitting the scattered storm, splitting the sand and dust that gradually dyed the heavens and the earth yellow, and remained motionless.

He looked up at the top of the mountain as if nothing had happened, and a cruel sneer curled into his lips. The invisible gray light in the void had completely disappeared, and the eye that presided over the entire Great Array of the Undead had been completely annihilated in that earth-shattering blow.

"The power of the undead is always in fear of holiness. The sneering sound of the magician drifted in the wind.

"Do you really think that if the Great Array of Dead Bones is broken, the future will be worry-free?" The witch's voice suddenly came from the top of the mountain, high, sharp and intermittent, sounding as if she was enduring some pain, full of coldness and rebelliousness that was forced to pretend. The magician lowered his head, as if he was obedient, but the corners of his mouth in the shadow of the hood still outlined the arc of Sen Leng.

He opened his legs and stepped up the stairs fiercely, and at this moment, the sound of a mechanism turning suddenly came from the steps leading to the top of the mountain in front of him.

The steps were slowly pulled away, and rows of black round holes appeared where they had been steps. The rotation of the mechanism continued, and with the sound of the spring fluttering, sharp arrows that were no different from ordinary arrows shot out of the round hole like locusts.

Silver dust rose into the air, whether it was flying or stagnating, for him now, it no longer matters whether he has a ground to stand on or not. He stood proudly in the void, his wide sleeves, and suddenly flew into the snow.

The cold blue ice condensed into tiny snowflakes, and with a blue wind roared out from the sleeves of the silver dust, as if some kind of powerful divine power that existed in this world for eternity, it roared and swept across the ground. The arrows that flew out of the stairs scraped aside, breaking into countless pieces in the air.

The pale blue wind already has the power of merging the Tao at this time, but under that huge rigid force, what is really terrifying is a cold that ordinary people can't imagine.

On the steep slope, a hundred steps of glacier in an instant.

Under the glacier, the highly poisonous black fountain just erupted a small stream, and was completely covered and frozen by the blue ice, although the black poison carried a strong corrosive force, but the liquid itself was mostly composed of water and water-soluble substances, under the huge and powerful freezing cold, the water itself condensed into ice, then all the ignorance in the water began to freeze rapidly, the reddest became a very corrosive, black whole piece, it looked as if the whole mountain was broken skin, and a large pool of pus flowed out.

By this time, the pus had solidified, and the highly toxic mechanism could not do anything at all. The pale magician spread his wind spirit wings and flew slowly towards the top of the mountain.

"What else do you have? ”

The sound of Silver Dust was very small, and it could not travel far under the siege of the wind, but the man who was crouching on the top of the mountain seemed to be able to hear his whispered voice like a secret curse, and took new measures the moment the ice blue wind was still.

A distant whistle came from the top of the mountain, and the whistle seemed to be superimposed with a thousand waves, the height was far and near, different, and the distant sound slowly spread, and in the distance of the night, it seemed to echo some echoes.

The echo grew louder and louder, and gradually turned into a sharp chirp one after another, and from the distance towards the valley, a group of tiny black dots slowly converged, and they came rapidly towards this direction.

Silver Dust doesn't need to look far away, just by the perception of the mind, he can determine which black spots are a flock of black-feathered eagles. The magician steadied himself in the air, and an uninhibited sneer came from the shadows of the hood.

"Can ordinary animals deal with me?"

He raised his hand and stretched out his silver-white index finger, the wind mixed with dark particles converged on his fingertips, and in a flash of three seconds, the group of pitch-black eagles had arrived in front of him.

Before the first eagle stretched out its claws and flew over, a stream of black light bloomed from the fingertips of Silver Dust.