The long sword in Fang Tianhang's hand had turned into an angry dragon, cruelly gnawing at all the flesh and blood that could be reached. The toad-shaped hilt in his palm www.biquge.info a stream of bright red streams flowed on it, it looked shocking, and the long sword with almost no sword grid would spurt out the enemy's blood at the moment it pierced the enemy's body, splashing it fiercely on Fang Tianhang's hand, dyeing his right hand red, dyeing his sleeve black, and filling every carved line in the toad's hilt with blood. Fang Tianhang, who was stimulated by blood, roared excitedly, the toad long sword in his hand stabbed and slashed into battle, and one set after another of extremely powerful but slightly simple sword paths flowed out from the sword light on his right hand, rendering into a brilliant rainbow of bright blood-red light under the night sky.

"Reptiles of the Demon Pavilion!, come, come!," he screamed excitedly, like a madman. In his eyes, everyone who was stabbed by him seemed to have instantly turned into the silver-haired boy who brought him endless humiliation, he listened to the heart-rending screams of the enemy, and was extremely satisfied, he forced himself to imagine those voices as the screams of Silver Dust, but he didn't know that Silver Dust at this time had already been hiding on the side to study the invisible gate of Purple Blood Immortal Mountain. He fought like that, rushing forward, rushing from one end of the Demon Wei Pavilion front to the other, and then turning back, followed by Wang Shenhai, many disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, all fighting one by one, as if every time he cut off the head of the Demon Dao, it could be counted as a great military feat.

Fang Tianhang and his friends were intoxicated with the joy of killing the "Demon Pavilion", but they didn't know that most of the Demon Dao monks they killed belonged to the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Black Demon Sect, and a small number of them were disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, but they were not from the Demon Pavilion. Fang Tianhang, who was happy and crazy in the killing, didn't notice everyone he killed, and every drop of blood that spurted out was finally pulled back to the ground by a strange force, and not a single drop evaporated in the scorching breath of the thunder and lightning wind. He didn't notice that in the shallow criss-crossing ravines of the rocky desert under his feet, blood was flowing slowly, and the blood of the slain was all pressed into these irregular, but absolutely regular, gullies by some indiscernible force, flowing in the established direction. In these bloods, a mysterious ingredient is driven by the ubiquitous black love element in the air, slowly emitting a bright red light, reflecting the streams of blood flowing into more bright red and more terrifying.

Fang Tianhang didn't know that the killing he was carrying out at this moment was not a righteous crusade, but a dark sacrifice.

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Silver Dust stood in front of the stone steps of the ladder, hesitating.

He didn't have the hesitation of some Light Assassin who liked to wear white robes and hoods, and he was amazingly brave to the death. The death-defying bravery in Yinchen's heart is deeply buried under his wisdom and calmness, and is also wrapped in a thick layer of intrigue and mischievous desires, and the integrity, courage and fearlessness in his heart can only be driven by the kindness and innocence in his nature, and is led forward by calmness and resourcefulness. Therefore, before he calmly considers all aspects of the matter, before he makes a choice or becomes none, he hesitates and stops where he is.

This time he was still hesitant, he didn't know how he would choose, should he open the gate of the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain now, or quietly return to the camp of the Golden Sword Gate?

The fact that the Demon Mighty Pavilion and the Holy Water Sect have come here proves that this place is about to be blocked, and at least the four heavenly ladders will fall into the hands of one of them, and anyone else, any force, or any sect will lose the qualification to enter the Purple Blood God Sect's final treasure hiding place, because in the secret realm, there may no longer be any force that can rival the two groups, right?

Therefore, the Golden Sword Gate had already lost the opportunity at this time, and no one would have thought that the Demon Might Pavilion and the Holy Water Sect would actually give up the good opportunity to hunt treasures in the secret realm during this time, and go directly to the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain, which caught the Golden Sword Gate and all other forces off guard. The plan of the Golden Sword Gate was very clear, and he hid aside and waited until the Purple Blood Temple opened in the last three days of the secret realm trip, and quickly rushed into the main hall before the Demon Might Pavilion and the Holy Water Sect. At this time, it seems that this plan will never be realized.

Unless Silver Dust performs some kind of magical ritual in the Great Hall.

The ritual of building a portal is at the fingertips of Silver Dust. Teleportation magic, like hacking magic, is a completely non-worldly technology, so nothing can stop it. What Silver Dust lacks now is a teleportation coordinate, or more accurately, a magic array of light prismatic positioning.

Only by putting the magic array into the Purple Blood Temple, Silver Dust can teleport the people of the Golden Sword Gate to the Temple, without coordinates, the mage does not dare to teleport, and wants to calculate the coordinates of the Purple Blood Temple by indirect means, now it seems impossible to achieve it, because the space-time Cartesian coordinate system locator that calculates the transmission coordinates and the supporting space-time polar coordinate magic analysis tools (space-time polar coordinates to Cartesian coordinates, magic energy entropy suppression calculation, coordinate cross-space delivery and space-time curvature calculation, etc.) are all things that can only be produced by the Gabriel world, even though Silver Dust holds the inheritance of the Canonikor civilization, even though it has superior knowledge and the strength of the holy mageThere is no way to make this kind of thing on the Wind Source Continent, there is no tool and equipment, and there is no way to calculate the coordinates, and if you want to teleport, you can only put the prism positioning coordinates.

Therefore, Silver Dust must enter the Purple Blood Temple first, and before the people of the Demon Wing Pavilion or the Holy Water Sect can find out, he must secretly set a coordinate, and then open the portal. And at this time, he just had this opportunity.

Open the invisible barrier in front of him, he can step on the ladder before anyone else, and when the others continue to wait, he can take a day trip to the Purple Blood Temple, explore everything inside the temple clearly, quietly set up a portal, and even let the people of the Golden Sword Gate empty the entire temple without danger, leaving an empty "last treasure location" for other sects.

Such an idea is very tempting, there is no risk, only benefits, and more importantly, it can make Du Chuanchang so angry that he jumps directly from the top of the mountain, but the problem is that he doesn't have to think about returning to the Golden Daomen camp within three days.

He didn't know what would happen when dawn came, when Wan Jianxin and Lin Xuanchen found out that they were gone. Silver Dust knew that this was an information-blocked Wind Source Continent, not Gabriel, who could video chat at any time. Wan Jianxin and Lin Xuanchen found out that they were missing, and it was easy to believe that they had encountered an accident when they couldn't find any clues, and when the time came, it was hard to say whether Wan Jianxin would collapse directly, and it was certain that the little sister of the Lin family would be martyred.

Giving peace, which seemed to Gabroyle to be just a click on an avatar, can become as important as life itself in this backward world. Yinchen definitely didn't dare to bet, he didn't dare to bet on anything that would happen after many days without saying goodbye. He has no longer lost any kind of bond. (To be continued.) )