In an instant, Yin Chen's bad luck seemed to be contagious to this Peiyuan stage disciple. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He originally wanted to swing a heavy punch to Fang Liang, relying on the wind pressure brought by the dark fist to blow these people apart, leaving room for his dignified mage to fight from a distance, but he didn't expect this kid to really carry it home, and he just happened to touch his fist.

The punch he threw was a veritable Demon Crying Slash Fist, and according to Wan Jian Xin, no one could take such an attack with his divine skill cultivation alone.

The disciple's fist collided with Silver Dust's small fist, and in an instant it shattered into a lump of chocolate sauce-like stuff with a tooth-aching click, and then his entire arm clicked like a chain reaction, completely turning into something like a rag. Before the leading disciple could even let out a scream, he was smashed by a demonic black fist and flew straight upward, hitting his head on the beam of the room, and his brain burst to death.

"Dead and bloody. Silver Dust's indifferent voice sounded, and a blood-colored tornado erupted from the middle of the disciple's falling corpse, rapidly expanding into a blood-colored whirlwind one foot wide and one zhang high, and the corpse didn't even have time to fall back to the ground before it was twisted into a dry powdery mass and scattered by the tornado. The blood-colored whirlwind spun in place for a few weeks before quickly shrinking, and within a breath, it turned into a fist-sized blood-colored crystal ball floating in place, which was the blood essence of the leading disciple's body.

Dead Blood Wind is not wind magic, but the magic of dark alchemy that extracts blood from corpses, and is strictly speaking dark magic.

Seeing such a change happening between the lightning and flint, the "boss" who has been accumulating power in this small circle for a long time on weekdays was beaten to nothing by the legendary silver-haired little disciple with a light move, and there were no ashes left. How could the dozen or so disciples of the Demon Pavilion, who surrounded Yin Chen, not hold their heads and run away? Although the "silver-haired demon boy" had a short time in the Demon Pavilion, his prestige had already spread throughout the circle of the young disciples of the Demon Pavilion, and had even spread to other sects.

More than a dozen people scattered in a hurry, turned their heads and fled straight towards the main entrance of the main hall. At this moment, the door of the main hall slammed shut as if it had suddenly been pushed by someone, and even pushed the two disciples who had originally held the door and locked them out.

The disciples rushed to the gate and slapped it with all their might, hoping in vain that it would open again, but apparently, the mysterious mechanism of the Purple Blood Temple would ignore their desire for survival.

Silver Dust stood up, but didn't walk over. Distance is still the best shield for a mage. He grimaced a grimace and slowly raised his right hand. And then—

His hand was still raised in the air, motionless, his cuffs suddenly bulged, and a cold current suddenly erupted from the slightly open tight cuffs, and an ice sword flew towards the leftmost disciple unquickly and slowly, and the ice sword suddenly deformed in the middle of the road, turning into a powerful ice throwing spear.

"God-killing spear!"

"Poof!"

The icy spear pierced through the Protective Wind, piercing the heart and breaking through the chest, the sharp spearhead and a long handle shattering against the wooden gate that didn't know what strange sorcery had been cast. Blood splattered, but instead of landing, it was absorbed by a bright red whirlwind.

The disciple who had been shot didn't even have time to fall down against the gate before he was drained of everything that could flow in his body by the dark power of the bloody wind, and turned into a dried corpse.

The tragic death of the same sect brought these Demon Wei Pavilion disciples back to their senses, and they turned around like a whirlwind, and the shrill voice that had said "Great Merit" sounded again, but with a weak cry: "Yinyin Yinchen Venerable! What are you going to do! We are the same sect! On this Purple Blood Immortal Mountain, we have to help each other! Otherwise, there are so many organs and so many dangers ahead! If we don't unite, we won't be able to get by! Yinchen Venerable! Please don't hurt your own family at this juncture, okay?"

Yinchen's hand slowly put down, and he followed the sound to take a look, only to find that the owner of the voice was actually a female disciple of the Demon Pavilion.

The girl looked to be only twenty-eight years old, not a few years older than Yinchen, and she looked quite quiet, but she didn't know why she entered the Demon Pavilion. Silver Dust forced himself to suppress the thought of pity and pity. He knows what kind of cruel mortal world he lives in, the law of the jungle, and the struggle to the death is the normal state of the world. This is not a small white world for the protagonists to collect beauties to open a harem, and "The Only God of Law" is not a stallion Wen.

Therefore, it is necessary to kill the girl, as long as he does it with a clear conscience.

"You know we're in the same family. Yinchen, who had made up his mind, did not attack immediately: "Since it is the same door, then you also know what I will do next, right?"

"It's the same door, so naturally we have to help each other?" the girl with a thin voice tentatively picked up the conversation. The male disciples around her also nodded hurriedly. At this time, these people had already understood that the "Silver Hair Demon Channel" was really as terrifying as the legend, and more than a dozen disciples of the Peiyuan period were not necessarily opponents together, so they now pinned all their hopes of survival on Yinchen's temporary mercy.

"Look at the couplet behind me, you understand, or rather, you don't know how to read?"

"A pool...... Same ...... "You don't need to read any more, these simple seven words are enough to tell the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, and those seven words are no different from the death verdict.

"Silver Dust Venerable, don't go too far! Even the elders don't dare not besiege the ten people!" Before the female disciple could speak, the tallest and most powerful of the male disciples roared out. As he roared, his left sleeve suddenly bulged, and the whole person rushed towards him like lightning.

"All of you are on your shoulders!" the female disciple shouted, rushing forward with all the other disciples, and since she was a step late when she had just shouted, she and her brothers fell behind the tall male disciple, about a foot and a half apart.

The male disciple rushed to less than five feet in front of Yinchen before he suddenly shook his sleeves, and three flying needles with silk threads at the ends of the wide black sleeves shot out like lightning. Wire flying needle, this is one of the favorite weapons of the disciples of the Demon Pavilion.

The steel wire flying needle was wrapped with transparent wind pressure, and with a strange sound of breaking the air, it pierced Yinchen's eyes and eyebrows. (To be continued.) )