Gangfeng, like the battle stream, can amplify each other, and eventually merge into a military force.

In the face of the sudden appearance of the military situation, the half-step god silver dust only has two choices, the first choice is any kind of large-scale magic in the limit of the four elephants of wind, fire and light, the end of the starlight, the thunder sword of the gods, the death and burial of the blood wind, the death realm, etc., you can, you can even temporarily synthesize water to use the extinction winter, the second is to use the petrification spell to deform the surrounding environment, summon a puppet army, and use the military momentum to the military momentum.

The pure white magician stretched out his sleeves with both hands, and between the ten fingers, the most powerful secret weapon technique of the Demon Pavilion, "River Han Star Fantasy", broke out silently, and dozens of steel wire flying knives flew out like shotguns, and every steel wire flying knife, every thin line, was wrapped with a purple halo.

It was the famous instant petrification of arcane magic.

Dozens of wire throwing knives shot into the walls and ground around the silver dust before the undead army rushed over, the petrified curse mixed with the transformation of the arcane, and at this moment it was silently activated, silently making the walls and the ground grow exquisite and gorgeous stone statues, these statues of pure rock texture are the images of the soldiers of the Southern Forbidden Army, chain mail protection, horn helmets, and the face armor that is put down blocks the appearance, and the pair of iron gloves are tightly held, but they are not two-handed heavy swords, but a heavy cannon with the same rock texture.

The heavy artillery was stuck with transverse shells, and on top of the plates, there were only fifteen arm-thick shells.

Each of these dozens of stone statues has a thin thread attached to the back of their heads that emits purple light, and the end of the thin thread is wrapped around Yinchen's fingers. Compared to Xiao Xuanxuan's use of spells to control the undead, the magician really looked like a puppet sect cult demon at this time.

Although the statue he transformed was a wire control, it was much more advanced than Xiao Xuanxuan's wire control that required him to constantly hook his fingers, and the arcane magic wires were not so much puppet wires, but data cables, and the pure white magician didn't need to hook any fingers at all, as long as the instructions in his mind were converted into codes and transmitted to the past, these puppets that he transformed immediately became the standard form of killing machines in the Kanonornic civilization.

Dozens of puppets lined up in three rows, like Bonaparte's three-row spearmen array, raising the barrels in their hands in complete unison, their movements were much smoother and more mellow than the undead puppets that Xiao Xuanxuan made.

“openfire。 "When the mage's low, hoarse command spreads through the air, the battle comes to an end.

The rifled cannonball spun and flew out of the muzzle, landed in the pile of the undead, and exploded into one fireball after another that rose into the air, and the fireball turned into a murderous Liulan, forcing Xiao Xuanxuan to desperately drum up the Gangfeng that had been eliminated by the world, struggling to resist the fragments, rubble and flames, the fire alarm device at the top of the corridor once again spewed out a large amount of water mist in an attempt to cool down, and the ordinary fireworks produced by those explosions, as if stopped by some mysterious force, quickly extinguished after burning the undead. The shelling lasted for a short time, maybe only a dozen seconds, but Xiao Xuanxuan had already retreated to the end of the cross corridor at this time, in front of the gate that she had once walked in aggressively.

She quickly tapped a switch next to the door, which she had done countless times, and each time she had been able to open the door that had suddenly closed for some reason, and she was proud of her ability, but at this time, the door did not move.

She slapped and patted, and finally smashed it with her fist, but to no avail, the door kept closing as if it were a lost job forever, reflecting a complete indifference.

"Open the door, open the door, I'll go, can't I leave here!" she yelled, and then repeated many words in a frenzied manner, but the door was as cold and merciless as the approaching footsteps behind her.

Xiao Xuanxuan turned around helplessly, widened her narrow eyes, and watched in horror as the white impermanence figure slowly approached, as if looking at a group of Voldemorts surrounding her. For the first time in her life, and for the last time, there was a look of fear in her eyes, which could only accommodate madness and contempt, and her eyes were so real that her whole face exuded a pitiful weakness.

Xiao Xuanxuan, no matter what, is just a woman in her thirties, in the Fengyuan Continent, most of the women of this age are young mothers with successful family businesses and good godsons, beautiful and beautiful, with a lot of kindness, unless she is a woman in the dust, she is not as old as a, she is still in the most beautiful year, and Xiao Xuanxuan is more youthful and charming than most women in the world, so even the mage himself admits that the sect master of the puppet sect is still an extremely beautiful person.

It seems that the successive sect masters of the puppet sect are all extremely beautiful.

However, even with such beauty, no matter how Xiao Xuanxuan made a weak and pitiful appearance, the mage was as ruthless as ever. His ruthlessness to Xiao Xuanxuan is a righteousness to the people in the world, no matter whether Xiao Xuanxuan was brainwashed and driven crazy by Cilabas, she has killed people, killed many, many innocent people, and even killed Lin Xuanchen's friends in an extremely cruel way, all of this has become a factor that prevents the mage from forgiving her, not to mention, she controls the puppets to kill people, just to satisfy her own selfish interests, in order for herself to control more puppets, in order for herself to gradually and completely control this base, and realize a certain selfish ambition in her heart, not as Yinchen imagined at the beginning, it was the puppet who forced her to kill people and refine her soul。 At this point, Silver Dust has enough reason to ignore her beauty and kill the killer.

He stopped a foot away in front of her, and slowly raised his right hand, his silver right hand sticking out of his sleeve, and his fingertips shone with purple light.

"Are you going to do it yourself? or am I going to help you?"

"I, can't I go?You're the master here, can't I admit it?" Xiao Xuanxuan's expression at the moment was sympathetic, but his wandering eyes and abnormal heartbeat let the magician know that she was actually not so weak in her heart, and this crazy woman's temperament was not just a wolf, but a mad dog's character that would bite when she was dying.

"For the sake of those who were thrown into the lime pool, there was no negotiation. "The mage is still not sure whether Arelli has been killed, but he knows that there must be countless Arelli who have been killed, and the puppet sect kills, although there are no men, women, old and young, but they especially like to throw underage girls into the boiling lime pool, which is a step that they must complete to cultivate evil arts, so each of them can be said to have a lot of blood debts.

"How do you know about the soul pool?" Xiao Xuanxuan's body trembled slightly, not because she was afraid, not because she was weak, but because the Gangfeng on her body was slowly recovering, and there was already a faint Gangfeng.

"It's simple, because I'm the owner of this place, and I know everything about it, including the illegal alterations you and your predecessors made to this place. Yinchen said in imitation of the tone of the chengguan, and at the same time, the purple light on the tip of his finger suddenly condensed, turning into a green poisonous light.

"It seems that you have no last words to explain. "His mana, burning.

"Wait! Can you tell me, who are you, and where is this base from? ...... you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not obligated to explain it to you - Avada is dead!!"

A green light flashed.

It's over.

It's over.

A thousand years of terror, a thousand years of blood and tears, a thousand years of misdirection, a thousand years of iniquity, the barbs are over. There was no vigorous Armageddon collapse, no impassioned last words, everything came to an abrupt end under the green light, like a joke.

This is a great irony, a fable dedicated to this gray-blue world by the magician. He deliberately used this kind of ending without the slightest ritual as a ritual for the end of a thousand years of fate. He had to use this kind of casualness and humility to mock the domineering and majesty of the puppet sect that spread thousands of years of terror. The Yuanying powerhouse, the whip of the chosen one, the sect master of the puppet sect, and the most terrifying evil path in the world all ended in a sloppy manner at this moment, and it was even equivalent to suddenly pressing the stop button. Xiao Xuanxuan has turned into a stone statue, her frightened expression is frozen into eternity, and her body may be thrown into the Arctic Absolute Cold Sea by the silver dust, sinking to the bottom of the sea forever, and becoming the base of the coral reef.

"There is no evil in the world to remember, no sin to say goodbye to, and a scribbled instant killing is the best ending for them. The mage murmured softly and beckoned to the air, and the door behind Xiao Xuanxuan opened easily and silently.

The white-robed mage paused for a second, then suddenly pulled down his hood, revealing his long flowing hair, and strode out of the cross-corridor, his pure white figure disappearing into the doorway.

In the corridor, the lights are like day, and the time is still the same.

[At the same time]

On the edge of the lime pond where the girls were executed, a high platform built with thick rammed earth and wooden skeletons collapsed in front of Lin Xuanchen's eyes.

She urged the battle spirit under her feet, and the Sky Shaker bypassed the crane arm and the manipulator that had already had no reaction, and flew high, almost to the top of this dark and damp cave, looking condescendingly at the majestic posture that crushed the entire triangular platform, even if she had the four soul beasts of the Night King, Sky Survey Rakshasas, Enma Love, and Sky Shake, she would never dare to speak of victory against such an existence.

At the same time as the triangular platform shattered into a large patch of earthy yellow smoke, the small figure on the high platform reached the shoulders of that majestic figure.

Is that a War Spirit Beast?

No, it may be a war spirit, but it is definitely not a "beast"!

It was a humanoid fortress of war, a mechanical golem stacked with armor plates forming a hill, and the appearance of the puppet was almost like a patchwork of many cuboids, imbued with an indescribable thickness, clumsiness of flavor, and an even stronger, destructive ferocity. The colossal, completely metallic golem, half as tall as the Nighttime King, but three times as wide and twice as thick as him, stood tall and majestic like a building, not like a war spirit that could run around at will.

But that's the war spirit, a war spirit that can move, can kill enemies, and can be used as a means of transportation. The arm with the cuboid spun around stretched out the clenched cube fist, revealing five fingers that were simply cannon barrels, cylindrical finger tips, no claws, no nails, only deep holes with coils, large enough to penetrate the large hole of a sixteen-year-old girl.

The monster of Fang Dundun, which was almost desolate on the majestic shore, every finger was a large-caliber electromagnetic coil cannon, and on the top of its headless platform-like shoulders, except for a thin figure standing alone, it was slowly opening the top cover, 512 vertical launch units, and in each vertical hair unit, there was a missile intact, a conventional missile.

The head of the steel monster, mounted on the top of the chest, and the shoulders were put together, stretched forward, using steel and machinery to piece together a solemn and ruthless poker face, with neither fangs nor a fierce face, but the calm and indifferent and rigid expression, with the pair of miserable red glowing eyes, and the body as strong and thick as a nuclear defense facility, really made people dare not face it. Lin Xuanchen waved his hand downward, signaling the Night King not to act rashly, the Night King, who was originally regarded as a giant monster and the candidate of the Black Sky Gangshen, couldn't help but be cautious, casually let the metal stick dissolve, and his claws were lightly grasped, and he suddenly conjured up two huge short swords from Sen Leng.

Lin Xuanchen stood on the back of the Sky Shake Seat, carrying the divine skill of the Nine Heavens Xuannu, and at the same time as the flames dissipated, a cold gray power spread, making the surrounding air become heavy. The poisonous skill with the effect of petrification once again turned into a war stream and went out with her.

She looked down, and the girl standing on top of the platform-like monster also raised her head and looked at Lin Xuanchen, her gaze made Lin Xuanchen lose her hostility, because there was no hostility in the girl's gaze, only enduring fear.

"Sister Lin!" The girl's shrill and weak voice passed through the storm and reached Lin Xuanchen's ears, and the voice was filled with endless hesitation, confusion, fear and helplessness about the future, the voice was like a young bird accidentally falling from its nest, completely out of control of the future, only fear.

Lin Xuanchen didn't hesitate much, even if this Lin Qingyu pretended to be pitiful to attract him, even if the unknown giant beast under her feet was unparalleled in combat power. Lin Qingyu's own strength, Lin Xuanchen is still very sure, the petrified battle spirit is not an ordinary ice battle flow, the special attributes have created a special advantage over ordinary Chosen One, Lin Xuanchen estimates that his combat power is close to the Chosen Edition at this time.

She didn't hesitate, urging the Sky Shake Seat under her feet to swoop down, she saw that the huge square battle spirit that towered like a castle seemed to raise its arms, and the thick round tubes were aimed at her, but Lin Qingyu immediately sent out a dark blue ice fluctuation, calming the huge battle spirit, making it hang its hand, indicating that it was not hostile.