He is the helmsman of the second (reserve) state religion of the "Jianzhou Empire", acting head Du Chuanchang.

"Sect Master Du, what does this mean?" Wen Leijun reached out and grabbed his deputy, not letting him slip away under Du Chuansing's nose to find the Taichang Temple's work. At this time, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Du Chuanchang Bacheng is the person who poisoned him. People who know him will not think that he is coming out at this time, he is here to save the scene and detoxify, even if he really has such a ability, above the officialdom, knowing how to avoid suspicion is the most basic truth.

"What do you mean? That's what it means? What's wrong? Could it be that Lord Wen ...... Do you still want to be beaten out by a killer?" Du Chuanchang's tone was very long, and the tail note was raised, with a provocative face. However, since he stood still a zhang away, he turned slightly sideways, not facing Wen Leijun, this small detail shows that he is still on guard, or unwilling to meet the silver dust beside Wen Leijun.

The magician felt really embarrassed at this time, he didn't go, he didn't go, if no one jumped out at other times, he would probably immediately retreat, and really stay away from this vexatious poisoning incident, but it was Du Chuanchang.

Magic would never believe that Du Chuanchang had come to relieve himself, even though he had in fact almost done it. If he hadn't come to relieve the silver-haired boy who was his enemy, then the silver-haired magician wouldn't have guessed his purpose in standing up at this time. The magician could only stand aside and watch the events unfold in silence.

He didn't even dare to remind Wen Leijun out of voice that the second guy who fell seemed to be poisoned even deeper, and if he didn't treat it, he would really die.

"Sect Leader Du, it's not that the official is making trouble, it's really that the official has received an order to protect everyone here and maintain order on the scene. These two friends are here to compete for the killer list, and they are also very famous figures in their killer circle, and this official is really a little bad-" Wen Leijun explained to Du Chuanchang with a difficult face. As a priest of the upper middle rank of the Indra sect, he did not have the guts to offend a sect leader.

"They're here to compete in the killer list? So why are they here in this voice manager? Do you know that these people are dangling in front of this seat, it's really annoying!" Du Chuanchang's tone is quite domineering, but this kind of report has become a matter of course when it falls on the ears of others, and it is a matter of course, after all, there is no boxer in this world who likes to fight with killers, because in this world, except for swordsmen, no one can use the power of ice to defend at all times for twelve hours a day, and it is impossible for anyone to always maintain the state of battle spirit transformation for twelve hours a day. When the boxers are relaxed, they are as fragile as ordinary people, and in front of the calculating killers, it is just a matter of a knife, and when they are on guard, these killers who they look down on at all and follow crooked paths are real ants that can be crushed at will. As noble boxers, how can they endure being attacked by ants, seriously injured or even killed?

Since there are killers in this world, the Gangfeng warriors and later boxers have hated killers very much, with elemental power and without elemental power, the contradiction between the two has never been irreconcilable, and these two groups of people have never been able to live peacefully under one roof, Du Chuanchang took the lead, for the boxers all over the world, they are all natural and in line with the rules of the rivers and lakes, but let these people manage in Tongshan and move around at will, which is a real taboo behavior in the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, when Du Chuanchang's words just fell, there was a chorus in the hall, no matter which sect it was, they all supported his statement very much at this time. The buzzing low echo sound made Wen Leijun a little dilemma, and beads of sweat fell on his thick black face. "This is the will of the Holy Lord, Your Majesty...... The lower officials don't dare to resist the decree and disrespect it!"

After Wen Leijun finished speaking, Baba glanced around, looking for someone who could make decisions for him. In the crowd gathered to watch the excitement, no one stood up, but whether it was a magician or the leader of the Poison Dragon Sect, they all shook their right hands in unison, which was the reaction of reason forcibly suppressing the body's instinct to take the initiative, and this reaction showed that the two of them felt at the same time that there was a hidden master who was about to attack them.

Wen Leijun does have something to rely on.

The person who secretly hurts you has not shown up until now, and even his breath is too obscure to be accurately positioned by any of the two young masters in the world. It was determined that this strange master was not someone he was familiar with, and the sect leader also confirmed that this master was not someone he had seen before. After the two of them shook their wrists, they didn't dare to act rashly, so they could only hold their breath and watch their surroundings.

Wen Leijun suddenly launched the Ice Spirit Dao at this opportunity, and instantly retreated to the white marble stele, and even slashed his wrist with lightning speed, bloodletting sacrifice stele, and at the same time recited words in his mouth, his magic was at least five zhang away, a little closer to Du Chuanchang, more than four zhang, it stands to reason that such a distance could not hurt the two of them at all, with his inarticulate prayer, a strong gray-blue undead aura emerged from the white marble stele, and this Qi Qi turned into two gray-blue clouds, floating towards Yinchen and Du Chuanchang respectively。 Liang Daoyun seemed to be very slow, but the moment the cloud floated, a gray-blue fluctuation had already reached the two of them.

The death sword was mixed with corpse poison, and there was an indescribable energy that should belong to the power of ice, and almost instantly, it fell on the two of them. The silver-colored magician's face changed suddenly, and the fear of losing her protection almost made her tremble.

A foot of air around the magician rippled with rope-like gray-blue undead, and the gray-blue glow-like undead formed a tight noose swirled around him, and it seemed that it was about to be put on his body. The magician knew very well that he only had three seconds to crack this almost completely alien thing.

Purple light bloomed on his fingertips, and arcane mana erupted from his sleeve, turning into a cloud of purple smoke and rapidly expanding. The purple smoke and the gray-blue undead touched, merged, and penetrated each other, like two groups of insects flying opposite each other without interfering with each other.

Nothing happened, and arcane mana could not affect elemental energy and undead energy at all, and that was mana acting on both solid and liquid.

In the second of the second, a bright flame erupted from the silver cuff, and the flame did not expand into any specific shape, it was a bifurcated flame. These flames burrowed into the circle of the undead that quickly shrank into the third percent, and as soon as they came into contact with the gray-blue undead flash, they emitted a crackling and popping sound, and the ice and fire collided fiercely, bursting out with endless points of light, and then annihilated into nothingness, a large number of flashes and the accompanying slight explosion wave pushed the rapidly approaching ring of the undead nearly half a foot away, almost returning to its original position.

The gray-blue color quickly faded, leaving only a black ripple, which was the true undead element, or rather the remnant soul that had been torn into long strips. These undead elements are powerful energies that can really affect the real world and the elemental force field, and they are not dark attributes, they belong to the undead attributes of the side door. If this web of undead fell on Silver Dust, it would not freeze or bind him like a gray-blue undead, but would instead impose a weak, slow-acting curse on him like an uncertain storm.

The attribute of [God] is not immune to curses, and Silver Dust is still in a dangerous situation of being trapped in the lock at this time.

The screams of death permeated the entire body of him, black lines rushing towards him like streamers, almost enveloping him into a thick cocoon. The moment Silver Dust saw the black undead surge, that is, less than a seventh of a second after the flames were emitted, he quickly stretched out his palm and slapped it on the black ripples.

The holy light bloomed in the palm of his hand, turning into a cross-shaped purifying light, and a solemn roar sounded in the air, overpowering the death screams of the black undead, and the golden cross grew in the wind, and the ink-like remnant soul quickly turned into black fine particles in the holy light, and burned away. The crisis of being trapped and captured was immediately lifted.

However, in the next second, the sound of a heavy object came from the end, attracting Yinchen's attention, and he watched as Du Chuanchang fell down like a tree that had been cut down, and was caught by the two young disciples behind him, or his newly recruited apprentices. The ice-blue undead wrapped around him tightly like a loinclothed dragon, and the ice quickly condensed, and the mixed fluctuations of the undead and the ice, which were originally as soft as a rope, became something like a steel hoop in four seconds, tying him up with flowers and a "tempting" shape.

When Du Chuanchang fell, his face did not change, and the trace of evil smile on the corner of his mouth did not change, and he didn't seem to be worried about his situation at all. The two disciples behind him were not angry when they saw that the "master" was being bullied like this, at least they didn't shout loudly, but while holding him, the person on the left stretched out his left hand, and the person on the right stretched out his right hand, and the two green sleeves flicked in the air like lightning, and two dark green smoke clouds gushed out from his chest, rolling and thundering, enveloping the space within a radius of ten zhang in an instant.

Wen Leijun was standing next to the White Dragon List at the moment, looking at Yinchen and Du Chuanchang condescendingly. He originally thought that relying on the power of the White Dragon Bang, he would be able to take down the two of them as soon as he made a move, and he had prepared a righteous and awe-inspiring statement in his stomach alone, and he could say that the two of them were heinous sinners in three or two sentences, but he didn't expect that as soon as he took a breath, he inhaled a mouthful of black-green poisonous gas, and suddenly felt that his body sank, and every muscle in his body seemed to weigh dozens of pounds out of thin air, followed by an indescribable, unbearable soreness that erupted from every crack of the bone, and he felt extremely uncomfortable holding the wrist of the White Dragon List and the two ankles on the spot, and almost knelt down。 Wen Leijun was shocked, he knew that the exclusive secret Ten Flavors Soft Muscle Powder was almost the most powerful of the Soul Scattering Poison. Not only can you dissipate the hybrid soul beast, don't think about using magic skills within three days, what's worse, it can also lose the physical strength of the whole body, and within three days, it is very difficult to have a little finger.

Silver Dust was not in a hurry, and a piece of golden holy light lit up on his body, woven into a bright chain mail, and the armor pieces composed of golden light were connected by golden light filaments, woven into a thick and smooth full-body armor, and in a few seconds, his silver robe was completely covered. The gorgeous golden chain mail lit up small golden flames, and golden smoke floated up, as if the chain mail had a violent chemical reaction with the gray-green components in the air and burned. It was actually another purification spell, condensed by the magic of Silver Dust into a consumable armor that was used to combat all the poisons in the world. The only advantage of this kind of hypocrisy compared to her sister is that it does not affect the actions of the magician.

The golden chainmail glowed holy, illuminating almost the entire gray-green poisonous mist. The magician shrugged at Du Chuanchang, and the sect leader of the Poison Dragon Sect simply pretended not to see him, and looked around with sharp eyes, he was bound by the magical fluctuations emitted by the White Dragon Treasure at this time, unable to move and unable to charge strength, but he was not afraid, because at this time, he really held the lives of almost everyone around him in his hands.

"Everyone be careful! This is the Ten Flavors of Soft Tendons! Hurry up and take the Yin Tuo Secret Medicine!" After swallowing a black and red pill, Wen Leijun's angry voice sounded again, and his words reminded those stunned masters of the Great Interior, immediately pinched off the blue ice cloud swaying on his body, took out a black vial like lightning, took out an identical black and red pill from it and quickly chewed it. After taking it, after not having a breath, the eyes of these Ouchi masters lit up again, and one by one they smiled fearlessly, and surrounded the three people of the Poison Dragon Sect.

"Sect Leader Du, please cooperate. This time, Wen Leijun's voice really raised his toes: "The great cause of the Lord cannot be lost, and the rules here cannot be violated. Sect Master Du released poisonous gas without any reason, killing and injuring many people, even if Sect Master Du was favored by the Holy Lord, such a mess of square inches, so that my talented slave Dao lost his dignity, the Holy Lord would not agree, let alone [Manchu Dynasty Civil and Military] would not agree. ”

The two disciples who were supporting Du Chuanchang, who were young and had never seen the world, saw a group of legendary Indra masters surrounding them, their faces were as pale as death, trembling and gathering their strength to be on guard, and a green poisonous mist rose from their bodies intermittently. Du Chuanchang leaned on the two of them, just laughing, smiling openly, and the laughter was soaked with mockery.

The Ouchi masters took three steps, and the nearest one was already within a zhang in front of him, and suddenly, these people fell neatly, including Wen Leijun, and fell.