It was the most powerful magic that Silver Dust had ever had, and it was forbidden to seal the sky with a thousand hands. The magic of the seal completely immobilizes the air, and even isolates the space, becoming an enchantment that is harder than the walls of ice, the walls of fire, and the coronation of the gods, which can only be broken by using the tedious steps of breaking the Juyuan.

The magician pressed the injured arm with one hand, walked over slowly, and once again faced the back door of Jinghui Shitai, at this time, Jinghui Shitai was switching the magic skill "Indra's Judgment" to completely apply a thick and hard Gangfeng in his palm, and posed in front of Yang Ziyi.

"Although the old body doesn't know your origin, but, judging from the "Liberation of the Army" you just shot, what you use is nothing more than the magic of the Interpretation Sect, which may be powerful for other people, but the mountain gate where the old body and the old body are located, that is the supreme magic of Buddhism, and King Kong is not bad, so it is naturally not a problem. Since King Kong is not broken......"

"Deceiving people, madness and absolute rushing, it is a magic skill. Yang Ziyi snorted coldly: "You unknown thieves, you don't know how to humiliate the name of Buddhism!" After she finished speaking, she wiped the corners of her mouth, and the pink-purple wind stirred again.

"The person who scolded the old man for being bald has long since died, and the old man is a celebrity next to the queen mother......"

"Avada suo!"

A thick green light erupted from the wide sleeve, completely freezing a life in an instant.

The magician put down his hand and used the light magic to heal himself again, and at the same time, many people fell from it like dumplings, and most of them were missing hands and feet, and their bodies were covered with knife wounds, and they were obviously cut down by the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow. In the end, Bai Prison and Jiang Lishi and a few powerful disciples of the Golden Dao Sect jumped down and threw ropes upward.

The junior disciples caught the rope and wrapped it around their waists, and then in groups of three or five, their arms were holding each other, and the gangfeng fused to form a mutated five-element army, which happened to be a nail pile composed of manpower. Baiji let go of the other end of the rope, walked towards Yinchen, and asked with a concerned face, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"The arm is twisted, it's not in the way!" he pointed at Yang Ziyi: "This injury is not light!"

"It's okay for me. Yang Ziyi waved her hand gently: "It's just internal injuries, and the Nine Heavens Xuannu has a lot of methods for this." ”

"Doctors don't heal themselves, Yang Nuxia is better to take some healing medicine from our Golden Daomen. Jiang Lishi also said, and at the same time, he suddenly pulled out the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow from behind his back.

"What to do?" Yang Ziyi was startled when she saw him draw her knife, and subconsciously put on a defensive posture. "The Golden Daomen does not accept prisoners, at least in this secret realm, it is simply unrealistic to travel with prisoners. Jiang Lishi had a serious expression on his face: "And they seem to be the Demon Dao." ”

Silver Dust didn't speak, the effect of the two healing spells was still very poor, he knew that this was a side effect of his loss of light and dark hedge physique, but he didn't pay much attention to it. At this time, Yang Ziyi bypassed the stone statue and came to Yinchen, Ying Ying bowed down half of her body: "It's the third time, I really don't know how to thank you......"

"Do we need to be so separated?"

"One yard to one yard, the Nine Heavens Xuannu, knowing the grace and retribution, can move the heavens and attract the power of the Nine Heavens......" Yang Ziyi said very seriously, but Yinchen couldn't understand what she said at all.

"Whatever you want, I'm just annoying to see what kind of teacher is too annoying!" said the most true thought in his heart, he was actually very irritated when he heard Master Jinghui's chicken-like voice. When Shi Tai turned his back to him, he originally planned to directly attack with the Demon Cry Slash Fist, but as soon as he heard her voice, he immediately exploded, and he didn't want to throw it over with a petrification spell.

"Because of her tone?" Yang Ziyi asked a little curiously, but she didn't have time to say a second sentence because there was the sound of running away from the corridor.

"There was also one that fell. Silver Dust sneered, and directly launched a teleportation to disappear, and at the same time, the swastika seal was also lifted.

The magician stepped out of the void and stood directly in front of Feiquan.

In the sleeve, two ice-blue barrels stretched out, which were materialized ice arrows.

"Do you still want to run, you have made such a big battle, and even subdued the Scattered Cultivation Alliance to deal with me, and now you can't hold back your energy, and you want to run away?" said the magician, his palms glowing with gold.

"You've made it clear before you go?" the mage stepped forward menacingly. The light in the palms of his hands grew brighter and brighter.

Feiquan didn't say anything, a pair of big dark eyes looked straight at Yinchen, and among the once incomparably noble and beautiful pupils, countless complex emotions rolled deeply, as well as fragmented and vague memories, but in the end of all this, no affectionate memories were formed, only jealousy that was completely distorted.

"Between you and me, there is no need to say much. Feiquan finally lowered his eyes, and in his affectionate eyes, all the feelings were fleeting, and all that was left was jealousy and war.

That hateful gaze was extremely unfamiliar to the magician, and even made her a little overwhelmed: "I saved you five years ago!" he whispered, the magician who is not deeply involved in the world does not understand that hatred at all, it is the hatred of the abandoned woman when she faces the negative man.

Feiquan slowly raised the dagger in his hand, and the shimmering green light on the blade indicated that it was highly poisonous. She held a dagger in one hand, but the other hand was empty, not at all like the agile assassins with daggers in the rivers and lakes, but more and more showing a sense of desperation. She didn't shout, she didn't scream, she didn't scold, she just threw herself on her body silently.

Her movements surprised the magician, because it was not a fierce attack that would take her life, but rather a flawed collision as if she was going to sacrifice herself to the other party to kill. The magician's eyes were cold, she didn't care what Feiquan was thinking, and just waved her palm.

Golden-colored ripples emanated from his palm, quickly condensing into a long, narrow, curved blade of light in the air. "Judgment Scythe. The light magic materialized into a golden scythe with a long hinge, and flew silently past Feiquan, not hitting at all, and when the curved scythe reached her back, the hinges formed by the light tightened and contracted, and the sharp scythe blade cut horizontally from behind.

Feiquan didn't hide at all, he didn't care about the brilliant and blazing murderous aura behind him, he straightened his arm and poured all the wind in his body into the tip of the sword, and the light skill under his feet was also raised to a higher level again, and he was completely charging over with a posture like sacrificing his body.

The golden light in his left hand shot out, and a narrow and slender one-handed sword pierced out of the palm, accurately aimed at the tip of the quenched sword, and with a soft sound, the golden blade was shattered, and the tiger mouth of Feiquan was cracked together, and the quenched dagger was blown upside down by a very in, concentrated impact, and at this moment, in the cuffs of the magician, the cold light shot out continuously.

The three ice arrows concentrated on the dagger, and the ice arrows barely had any sharpness at all, they were simple freezing magic, and the fine blue ice spread out at the moment of hitting the arrows and then solidified as a whole, as if the high-pressure ice that broke out in a very small area, and the blue light spread out, forming a small blue shock wave. Everywhere the aura passed, patches of blue ice floe appeared out of thin air and froze together, turning into a small ice sculpture.

The ice was deep into one wall, and the other part was exposed, almost a foot thick in the ice, sealing the poisoned dagger.

At the same moment, the golden scythe broke through Feiquan's protective wind, cutting into the flesh from behind, Feiquan's face twisted, and the body that rushed forward more than doubled, and the moment the magician raised her fist and prepared to release the cross-shield wall, she was loaded into the magician's arms.

Feiquan resolutely stretched out a tender arm and hooked Yinchen's shoulder, and Yinchen instinctively stunned at the sudden incompatibility between men and women, and then felt a heart-piercing pain.

His stomach burst open with a blow.

The power of pure gold is the heaviest and most powerful. Feiquan poured force into his fingertips, and his originally slender and tender fingers were as domineering and sharp as steel guns, instantly breaking through Yinchen's skin muscles. At the moment when the magician felt the pain, he instinctively poured his claws into his claws, and the claws of the Burning Sun Ghost Hell of the Demon Crying Fist did not hesitate to stab into Feiquan's body from behind.

The two suddenly hugged each other, one bleeding and the other slowly scorching black.

The moment Feiquan hooked the silver dust with his arm, the immovable body directly lost its effect, and his poor Gangfeng, which was heavily penetrated, could not block Feiquan's Gangfeng at all, but at the same time, the Yanyang Ghost Prison on his claws was by no means something that Feiquan could resist.

After all, Silver Dust's true power is much stronger than Feiquan's, after being pierced in the stomach, Silver Dust gathered light magic to heal itself, and at the same time increased the output of the Burning Sun Ghost Prison in his hand After a while, thick black smoke actually came out of Feiquan's body directly, her skin was slowly drying up and contracting, and there were even bursts of frying sounds under her skin.

"Mingquan, you bitch, you can't get it in this palace, you don't want to ......" The intermittent voice seeped out from Feiquan's mouth, and at this time, this stubborn and inexplicably controlled by hatred suddenly burst out into a crimson circle of light, and the Gangfeng, which had been exhausted, suddenly broke out again.

Gassing a lot!

The huge sound of the wind cut the eardrums of everyone next to them like a chainsaw, and the power of pure gold turned into a transparent entity, and with Feiquan's second straight punch with all his strength, it slammed straight into the wall behind the magician, and in an instant, a huge crashing sound rolled up in the underground corridor, and the wall that was hit cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into scattered pieces.

Behind the wall, a large amount of sand was actually pushed inward by a transparent, corpse-like force, like a black hole made of quicksand.

Feiquan was still in a fist position, her soul was basically unable to command her body, and the meridians in her shriveled arms were shattering inch by inch, and her bones and muscles were rapidly turning into a dry powdery substance.

She had just used the Berserk Secret Technique to deliver a death-defying blow, and after that blow, she lost control of her body from the head down.

At the same time, a blood-spattered magician actually emerged from behind her, and he was injured and teleported, losing a piece of intestines in hyperspace, which was an injury that had to be recovered with magic and potions.

Yinchen didn't have time to adjust his state, and still stretched his hands forward in the severe pain of his injury, his wide sleeves bulging, and 36 slender edges less than two fingers wide flew out of it. Thirty-six slender swords swarmed into Feiquan's torso like a school of piranhas, and the blackened and emaciated woman fell silently without uttering any screams.

She threw herself to the ground like a prostrate hedgehog, 36 god-killing Luo Xianqu emitted bursts of golden light, and the wound pierced by the long sword slowly spread and cracked, but there was no way to flow out of it - the tissues around the wound were being purified and disappeared.

Feiquan turned his head with the last strength of his strength, and cursed with the last bit of strength in his life: "Yinchen, don't be complacent! Mingquan will only kill you if he follows you! Don't think that you get Mingquan'......"

"I'm sorry, I never thought about getting any Mingquan, my silver dust lover, and I can't be as vulgar and stupid as her. Silver Dust stared at Feiquan's eyes and said coldly, "I really don't know where you got so much jealousy?"

"But she's your wife, not me!" Feiquan opened her mouth, but she could never say it again, a look of surprise appeared on her face, and even a hint of joy appeared in her pupils, but in the end, all her expressions froze, and she died.

She died a worthless death.

The magician stared blankly at her eyes for a second, then looked away. He didn't bow to this charred corpse like a civilized world to show his respect for the dead, because he didn't feel the meaning of Feiquan's death, and he would never understand Feiquan's painful and crazy jealousy after learning that Mingquan had taken the lead.

"Obviously, I found it first, obviously I rushed to the Purple Blood Demon Mountain with him, but why ......" Such jealousy was buried in Feiquan's heart forever, and as she re-entered the reincarnation, it would never be known to the world.

The magician opened the arcane space, took out an elixir and took it, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, the pain in his arms and stomach had always bothered him, and he had been holding on for so long just now, and now he only felt a little dizzy.

"You can't save them like that, Jiang Daxia. Yang Ziyi's voice came from behind, and it also revealed a sense of exhaustion and weakness: "The poison of the Xuanyang of the Nine Heavens Fairy seduces the void fire in the body, the middle person is hot all over, his teeth are clenched, and he is delirious, and he needs to kill the dragon poison Lan to be rescued, but my dragon slaying poison Lan is all in the ...... of the Interpretation Sect."

"You didn't think about keeping them alive?"

"What good can they do by surviving?"

"So how do we get them out of their mouths now?"

"What do you need to ask? The woman who just died is called Feiquan, the person with the blazing white peony, a dog raised by the Hou Party, what else can they know besides the dirty things of those people in the Hou Party? Even if we know those things, will they be useful?"