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What he is experiencing now is death on both the soul and the faith level.

The despair he had experienced once in the cave of Yin Yang and Hezong had broken his will like a tidal wave. He collapsed, he automatically shut his breath, he automatically cut off all hope of survival, sank into the icy water, quietly waiting for his body to rot and his soul to re-enter reincarnation.

The last despair was nothing but fright, but this time it was so real and cruel, caught off guard, and unstoppable. Silver Dust's divine consciousness was completely restrained at this time, and he watched as the spell slots in the sea of qi dissolved one after another in the poison as if he had experienced the final corpse farewell ceremony.

"There is really a poison in this world that can eliminate spell bits!" This is Yinchen's last thought, there is no joy and anger, no unwillingness, no madness that threatens to blow himself up, only a deep sadness, drowning everything.

Collapse, like a catastrophe of the end of the world in the sea of qi, is in full swing and full of epic tragedy. The first to collapse was the Zero Style・True Red Butterfly Dance, the magic that Silver Dust had just released, and when the spell bit collapsed, the spirit rhino slashed off, releasing a large amount of grief like a nerve agent, completely drowning all the panic, all despair, all struggles and unwillingness in Silver Dust's mind, leaving only a sense of tearing and emptiness like a farewell.

The next one is Liulan Yanbang, Silver Dust has only recently been established, and before he can even fully appreciate the power of this spell, the spell position will leave him first.

Next, there is the phantom dragon Zhengang.

God-killing spear.

High-pressure ice.

Judgment Scythe.

Last Judgment.

The Thousand Islands are cut into the air

dawn

Daybreak Sword

Hacking

......

The grief of the severed spirit rhino had long since turned into the weight of death, completely destroying Silver Dust's will. Silver Dust lay unconsciously at the bottom of the pool, his lungs filled with what appeared to be water, but in fact contained some kind of liquid that could collapse even spell bits. He doesn't breathe and wishes he didn't have a heartbeat. The huge pain of the spirit rhino fracture made him no longer have the slightest desire to survive, and his heart was full of death.

"No......" the last faint voice echoed in his head, so weak and incompetent. Elegy of the gods, this magic that was exchanged for Zhang Mengmeng's life, has not even been used once, and it has disappeared in the sea of silver dust.

"Don't ...... No, don't live!Let me die!Give me a good time!" A voice of utter despair echoed in his head, because it wasn't just the spell slot, this time, even his weapons couldn't be saved.

Xianqu came out of his body at some point, suspended quietly beside him, quietly turned into thirty-six purple flames, burned quietly, turned into flying ashes, and completely disappeared into the world. There was no explosion, no magic rage, only a wordless sorrow, it was a weapon, a weapon that surpassed everything, the last attachment to the world, the deep anger and regret that the owner of Silver Dust had always hidden it, never exerted its true strength, and never even used it a little more often.

Sadness, in this great hall, is not a river against the current, but a flood into the sea.

Silver Dust lost consciousness completely, but time still walked unhurriedly. The spell slots in the sea of qi still collapsed one after another, until the black-green toxin infected the Wyvern Flame Cannon.

As if the venom was not enough, the black toxin stopped in front of the Flying Dragon Strike Thief Flame Cannon spell position, and then quickly precipitated, deteriorated, and turned into a dark purple strange energy, at this time, in the sea of yin dust's qi, there were actually a few spell positions that survived, and his sea of qi was not completely destroyed at all!

The spell position of the huge Demon Crying Slash Fist was still standing alone in the center of the sea of qi, and next to it was the spell position of the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist like the little brother, and the spell position of the coronation of the gods. The small spell slot of the Wyvern Slayer Flame Cannon stood in the corner, next to it was the spell slot of the Great Incineration Spell that had been used the most by Silver Dust but had not been used much recently. On the other side of the sea of qi, the spell slots of Extinction Winter and the Lotus of Final Ice still existed, and these two spell slots had long been soaked in venom, but they seemed to be ...... They can't react chemically with the substance in the venom?

The unconscious silver dust lay silently at the bottom of the water, like a rock, not like a drowning person. His body was still surrounded by thirty-six small purple flames, which were the last remaining bits of an entire set of immortal songs.

At this moment, there were only a few spell slots left in Yinchen's qi sea, and the number was barely equivalent to that of a high-level apprentice, but there was no large blank space inside his qi sea, nor did there be a large "scar" left by the collapse of the spell slots, but it was filled with fragments of various spell slots. The fragments of these spell slots were all condensed with the soul and knowledge of Silver Dust plus some element, and they were the most essential and alternative parts of his life. At this time, these fragments were like garbage in the sea of qi, and their volume seemed to expand several times out of thin air, filling every inch of space in the sea of qi, and also completely blocking the nearby meridians, forcing the elemental circulation in the body and outside of the silver dust to stagnate. At this time, he was not breathing, there was no elemental circulation, and he looked like a corpse from a distance.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's just a few seconds, maybe it's days or years. Silver Dust lay stiffly on his back at the bottom of the pool, silent, and the two doors of the main hall never opened. The inside of the main hall was silent like this, as if the so-called treasures of the Purple Blood God Sect, or the disputes of the Jianghu sects, had lost contact with everything here forever, until a certain moment, until that moment came, this hall was only filled with a silence called death, without sorrow and joy.

In the sea of silver dust's qi, the spell position of the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist, which was relatively small and inconspicuous, suddenly erupted with infinite light and heat, as if a new sun was born under the belly of silver dust. The 36 small purple flames that had been dying all the time around Silver Dust and refused to leave suddenly turned into golden yellow, symbolizing the flame of hope, as if they had been dyed through some kind of luminous dye. The golden flames emitted an extremely terrifying divine coercion, revolving around the silver dust at an extremely fast speed, and then submerged into his body one after another, and the place where they disappeared was the sea of silver dust's qi. (To be continued.) )