The black light shot into the eagle flock, and suddenly exploded, a black aura quickly expanded and swept over the entire eagle flock, there was no explosion, no destruction, no so-called killing and blood, only after the black aura swept for a second, those eagles did not pay attention to the increasingly anxious whistle on the top of the mountain, all turned around, flapped their wings and flew away. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Normal Magic, Dread.

"You can't help it now, can you?" Silver Dust, standing proudly above the void, took a contemptuous step, behind him, purple light replaced the wings of the wind, and in just a trance, he appeared on the top of the mountain.

When the stone steps reach the top of the hill, the street comes to an abrupt end. On one side of the small courtyard made of wooden planks stood a small house of pure wooden structure, one into three, with no half tile on the roof at a large inclination, only a thick thatch, and a wall nailed with wooden planks, with open, unadorned windows, covered with thick thick linen, hanging quietly in the moonlight. Although the two wooden gates are not painted and painted, they still show an extraordinary magnanimity in this small village where primitive people gathered. Silver dust fell from the sky, like a descending grim reaper. The white robe on his body suddenly became motionless, as if it had suddenly turned into a stiff marble. Pale is on the robe, slowly emerging colorful shields, which are crowned by the gods.

Everything in the air that can flow seems to no longer flow, including wind and time. The pressure of condensation spread out from the hut, and a force field enveloped the entire mountaintop. Two momentums, one strong and one weak, burst out from the hut and pressed towards the silver dust like a transparent lead block.

Silver Dust opened the Heavenly Tribulation, a coercion like the destruction of the sky and the sea, colliding with this momentum, silently fighting back and forth in this quiet moonlight. As if summoned by some kind of summoning, the general trend of heaven and earth gathered towards the silver dust, which could withstand the momentum emanating from the hut. The two invisible energies collided silently, neither exploding nor roaring, nor did they have any visible fluctuations or destruction, and they were silently stalemate.

Squeak-

Two wooden doors open slowly. A wonderful fifteen-year-old girl walked out of it.

He was dressed in an off-white robe, with smooth reddish-purple hair and a crown of flowers, and he looked so beautiful that even the moonlight froze for her. The eyes that are as smooth as autumn water, with a trace of black lines spinning inside, and the godless eyes with black eyeshadow make her look like a beautiful female corpse controlled by evil magic. She walked slowly, with a dead stiffness in her soft movements, and the heavy Gangfeng slowly lifted up, but there were too many black lines mixed in the transparent Gangfeng.

The inky black gas turned into threads of silk, like the binding of fate, and like the manipulation thread of an evil puppet, it passed through every joint of her body and firmly controlled her. At this time, the witch looked simple and strange, like a pale ghost, all the decorations on her body were almost gone, and the gray-white robe was even stained with some broken metal powder.

The shrine maiden lifted her little white face, and her reddish-purple eyes stared blankly in the direction of Silver Dust, as if she couldn't see the scenery around her at all. The pure black soft lips slowly and mechanically cracked, and very carefully put on a shallow, fake smirk like Sanlu milk powder, and the smiling black lips made Yinchen really feel like a blooming poppy.

"You're here. Her voice hovered around like an endless evil spirit. Behind the cold and immature voice is the unbearable voice of a man imitating a woman's scream, which is high and sharp but lacks feminine softness and lacks the femininity of a eunuch. Although the voice was high-pitched and sharp, it lacked femininity and smoothness, only a sonorous masculine charm, which hurt people's eardrums like a noise weapon.

"yes, I'm here - you're waiting for me?" Silver Dust rubbed his ears and narrowed his silver eyes. His gaze went straight over the little witch's shoulder, through the open door behind her, and finally landed on a mask hanging in the middle of the wall of the room.

The mask seemed to be made of two pieces of pig iron with hinges missing one on each of the head and chin, and two missing from the cheeks, the whole shape was like butterfly wings, the bridge of the nose was a rotating shaft, and the pursed lips were as thick as sausages. At this moment, in the mask of the same color as copper, two dark red flames burned in the olive-shaped eye sockets, and the two glowing pupils were alive. From the pupil-like dark red flames, more than 40 thin wires that were half thinner than a human hair shot out, piercing into the shrine maiden's joints, like a robot's program-controlled optical fiber. Silver Dust's gaze met the red and faint ghost fire, as if he instantly saw the injustice and resentment from it, the death of the plague, the misery and horror of the six reincarnations, the despair and death of all things, the two ghost fires, and seemed to connect the world of the living and the dead.

"Narsugad? No way, every world should have its own underworld. Silver Dust saw many familiar scenes from the two ghost fires, and he was slightly distracted, and blinked before coming back to his senses. After he took the first look at the little witch, he looked away and stared at the ghost fire in the mask, as if the little witch who controlled the entire mountain village had become a transparent person in front of his eyes.

"You're here. The little witch repeated the three short words in her own voice, and there was a faint resentment in her cold voice, as if she was complaining that the former number one hunter of the village could ignore her. Her cold but sweet voice made Yinchen come back to his senses a little, and glanced at her indifferently.

Silver-gray eyebrows furrowed slightly. The situation in front of him was really a little different from what he expected. Yinchen originally thought that what he was going to face was a group of Gangfeng monks who were engaged in the transformation of the evil human body, just like the forces behind the puppet sect or the Jianzhou slaves, who were holding a little fur of the Kanonorl civilization as arrows. They breed, control, and enslave the entire village, denying the villagers access to knowledge, magical skills, and contact with the outside world, and their most powerful and high-end experimental product should be the witch in front of them, but the facts he saw did not match these assumptions.

The witch seems to have used some kind of witchcraft-like method to tear open the door of the boundary between life and death, and invited the doppelganger of a certain undead lord into her body. At this time, her cultivation of the body and body could not be exerted at all, but she could use the body of a young girl to emit a terrifying power comparable to that of a Yuan Ying master.

Silver Dust moved his gaze to her for the third time, and even focused on her beautiful figure and beautiful face for a second, then lowered his eyes. In the pupils of Silver, a slight wind and snow slowly gathered.

If he had a choice, he didn't want to kill such a delicate girl, almost as beautiful as Lin Xuanchen, but he didn't have a choice.

Because there is no choice in force.

Because the giant has no choice.

Because all the villagers have no choice.

As a magician, Silver Dust naturally knew that the Undead Lord was a real realm king-level powerhouse, and moreover, he was a mage who was like a fake. Silver Dust himself is not a true god of law, his own level is in a state of serious instability, in the face of such an opponent, he can't do such a difficult thing as killing the opponent but preserving the puppet witch intact.

Silver Dust knows his hole cards, and the hedging field has no effect on the undead, because all the undead are ice immune bodies, and their resistance to fire is enough, and dark magic is not to be counted on, the undead lords are all super masters who play with the dark elements, and the dark magic emitted by the unstable silver dust is very likely to be "killed by the other party" Taking away control and turning it into a big move to kill himself, only the power of light can get a chance of winning in front of a strong man of this level, but the power of that light falls on the girl, I'm afraid I can't even leave the whole corpse.

Silver Dust took one last look at the two points of scarlet ghost fire and shook his head.

"It's not a chance, those two ghost fires are so weird, I don't know how to extinguish them. He hesitated for two breaths, or six seconds, before finally his gaze fell on the shrine maiden.

From the beginning to the end, Silver Dust did not consider directly hacking the soul of the Undead Lord, and that kind of practice would be punished by heaven.

"Since I'm here, there's nothing to say, whoever you are, I just want to kill you tonight. Silver Dust lowered his head slightly, and said in a cold tone, slowly stretching out six bright spear heads from his pale and wide sleeves.

The glow of gold, glittering on the head of the spear.

The hands hidden in the sleeves, the tips of the ten fingers have turned burning red.

"Silver, why are you here? Didn't you respect me before?" the shrine maiden's voice came slowly, she closed her mouth, a restrained smile, and a calm and merciless little face emitted a pale glitter, more like a ghost wandering in the void than a living person than just now.

"Not why. Yinchen's answer was cold and indifferent, and he had already completely buried all his feelings under the cold mask. Although he still maintains a little bit of the middle school idea of "soft cuteness is justice" in his heart, and the little girl in front of him also exudes a special soft and cute taste, but this kind of justice is vulnerable in the face of inheriting civilization and annihilating the "avenue" of ignorance.

Ignorance and barbarism, injustice and oppression, these are the most invisible things in Silver Dust, and he pointed to the brilliance of the Canonikor civilization to destroy all these glooms.

His sentence of "no why" buried all the struggles, all hesitations, all loneliness and all the sadness in his heart together, like an executioner spraying chicken blood on his face, completely burying the little sympathy and pity, spoiling and cherishing in his heart.

"Why, Silver, when did you become so cold? Didn't you say that you would always carry the souls and wishes of those dead and live each day with optimism and sunshine?" The girl's words carried a hint of incomprehension, a hint of sadness, a hint of anger after being deceived, and a lot of disappointment.

"I'm Silver Dust, not your so-called Silver anymore. Silver Dust raised his hand, the first attack he launched against a girl younger than himself.

Chiyuwan Transformation Technique: Spear of Light.

"The pearl of rice, also shines?" In the air, the high, high-pitched voice suddenly exploded, facing the three radiant spears that flew out of the pale cuffs. The young shrine maiden didn't even react enough, and like a marionette, she was controlled by the undead lord in her body.

The gray-white robe, the moment Silver Dust lifted his sleeves, it turned gray-black in color. The girl mechanically raised her hand and flicked her sleeves, and the gray-black robe suddenly swelled under the effect of a dark red strange force.

The bright spear moved forward bravely, and the gray-black sleeves rose against the storm, and in an instant, it turned into a gray-black curtain more than ten zhang wide and long, and the miserable wind was blowing in the curtain, blowing the curtain like a large inflatable advertisement, and soon obscured the vision of the silver dust.

The magician's eyes were full of gray-black colors, as well as the coarse texture of raw linen. The spear that stabbed out exploded into a circle of golden flames in the field of vision, rubbing violently against the rich dead qi around it, faintly having the posture of igniting all the dead qi into a golden civilization flame, but after being weakened by layers of dead air, the golden divine spear was actually blocked by the infinitely inflated black linen.

On the surface of the linen, pieces of metal ornaments appeared at some point, and those metal ornaments were not only infused with a large amount of dead air, but also infused with flames, frost, thunderbolts, poison and other chaotic powers transformed from dark dead air, and the dark power of chaos completely blocked and dissipated the power of light, as if Silver Dust had pierced a large pile of sand with three sacred dragon spears.

The dragon lance vanished, and the spark of the magician's palm shone brightly, and finally with a bang, an incomparably huge fireball was fired.

"Black Sky Flame Dragon God Killing Cannon!"

The sound of silver dust was not transmitted at all, and it was completely blocked by a black curtain like a dark cloud. The huge explosion was completely suppressed by the dead air, and the normally colored flames completely turned into inert elements under this huge amount of dead air, and they were extinguished with a few casual flickers. The figure of the magician has been completely submerged in the gray-black linen, the black cloth covers his eyes, entangles his body, and is about to block his movements, and he is crowned with a layer of gods, and the dark magic shield and the black cloth are only fitted, there is no sound, and it seems to be completely powerless. Silver Dust suddenly felt a chill in this dark curtain that covered the sky and the sun, and then, a cold light suddenly flashed in the black curtain, and in the red light, it seemed to be wrapped in quite sharp teeth, poking at Silver Dust.

"Crystal condensation. Silver Dust's free hand flashed with a black glow that symbolized the curse, and his body suddenly turned black, and the figure wearing a robe and hood completely condensed into a black crystal statue.

After the sound of the gods being crowned and shattering, there was the sound of crystal shattering, and the magician silver dust seemed to be turned into a black shard?