After the missile was launched, the plane suddenly became much lighter, and Yinchen immediately made a decision, swinging the control stick horizontally, and the plane turned around in the air in a dashing circle, turned around and flew southeast.

He felt that he could skydive near the Shield Heavenly Mansion, and he now planned to return to the sky above the Shield Heavenly Mansion.

After the plane launched the missile, it was almost empty, and the originally somewhat sinking fuselage was quickly raised, but the big action of changing the flight attitude of the semi-circular maneuver was too energy-consuming, and the plane, which could have continued to fly for a long distance, immediately appeared in the embarrassment of insufficient power.

"Warning! Fuel is running out, please seek a forced landing as soon as possible. There was a repeated warning sound from the headphones, the sound was very mechanical, and Yinchen was a little upset when he heard it, he stepped on the throttle valve to the end, trying to control the plane to fly over the shield heaven again, but he was very meditative to feel that the plane was swooping down at this time, no matter how he pulled the rod or the head rushed diagonally.

The pointer of the fuel gauge has long been dead on the red word "empty", and Yinchen estimates that there may still be some oil skin left in the fuel tank.

He held the joystick with one hand and pulled the ejection emergency lever fiercely with one freehand.

Overhead, there was a slight explosion. The seat belt was suddenly tightened, and then the roar of a rocket engine could be heard from under the buttocks.

The next second, he felt a cold wind blowing in his face. At the same time, the plane below him seemed to explode directly in the air, and the bright light from behind and below filled his field of vision.

He felt as if he was falling in the light. It was so white in front of him that he couldn't see anything, not even his own hands, not even the altimeter on his wrist. He could only feel as if dozens of planes were exploding behind him, and the wind pressure bombarded him, making him roll in the air with his chair, without even opening his parachute.

Silver dust was rolling in the air, not nervous at all: "If you have the immovable hegemon body protection, you shouldn't fall to death, right?" Thinking like this, he shook his left hand towards the endless void, a trace of flowing air slowly wrapped around his fingertips, and then, the wind erupted, and the endless, almost squanderable wind coiled obediently between his fingers, he waved his arms lightly, the pendant on his chest glowed brightly, and the exploding wind converged into a swirling air current, like the lift provided by the propeller, enveloping him and stabilizing his state of motion.

There was no cold wind around him like a steel knife slashing him, he could barely fall at this time, so he was blown forward by the endless wind ** in the air, almost like he was on another plane, Silver Dust's eyes flashed, he knew that after this experience of flying a plane to drop a bomb, his arcane and fire could be successfully synthesized into the same plane, and even the same nuclear bomb.

He could now easily synthesize a J-25 that is always full of fuel and fly back to the North Pole base smoothly, but he didn't, he just controlled the air flow around him and slowly lowered the altitude.

The pure white light suddenly changed in front of his eyes, changing into a large cloud like cotton candy, and Silver Dust was amazed, he didn't remember that he had flown above the clouds after dropping the bomb.

"Could it be the wind, or the catapult seat flying too high?" he pondered, when he suddenly saw the large cloud spread out, revealing a pair of huge, illusory eyes.

Those eyes are blue, as blue as Wan Jianxin, the eyes of Worship, but they are clearly a pair of women's eyes, even a pair of mother's eyes, the eyes are radiant, but the eyes are gentle as water, when Yinchen faces these eyes, the Heavenly Tribulation and the Dawn Holy Sword in his body are ready to move, almost breaking out of his body and running into his mother's arms, Yinchen's face has changed wildly, he has never thought about what kind of power in this world can directly ignore his physical defense and spiritual defense, and directly hook his Yuan Shen!

"You!" the magician's hands turned into fists and claws, and the power of the Shadowless Seven Killer Killer's hands turned into flames, roaring and burning, and even a firestorm appeared around his body.

"You...... I actually sat down in the ...... That's great...... Keep going...... ...... who won't treat you badly"

The soft and ethereal voice sounded in his ears, like his mother's gentle words, and the eyes that exuded a gentle divine light slowly faded in front of Yinchen's eyes, and finally turned into a blue sky, with no clouds around, only whistling one after another visible dark white air ripples, which swept fiercely from behind Yinchen, and was cut by the Gangfeng surrounding him, divided into two sections, and continued to surge forward.

The left wrist of the bracelet-wearing watch suddenly vibrated violently, and Silver Dust looked down to find that the altimeter was already red.

He was too close to the ground.

Silver Dust smiled indifferently, and gently pulled the pole-like object under the seat, and the chair behind him let out a feeble explosion, spitting out many thick and hard ropes, and then a white, round umbrella flower opened at the top of the rope.

"Round umbrella. Silver Dust pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, he knew that even if there was wind magic that could create a gangfeng, it was basically an extravagant hope to control this round umbrella to fall to the designated location. He is a half-way wind magician, but he doesn't have the years of parachuting experience of a normal wind magician, and he can't use the high-end and delicate work of controlling a round umbrella with the wind.

He originally thought that he could just wait for the landing with nothing to do, and then play a mage version of wild survival or urban lurking, but he didn't expect that thunder would sound on his body.

The power of lightning converged on his body, and wide gaps were cracked on his silver-colored hands, and Silver Dust did not feel pain, but what he felt was an unimaginable terrifying force that was inevitably rushing into his body, instantly obliterating the flesh and bones, brain tissue and nerves, the Xuanli Vortex in the sea of qi and the city in the sea of consciousness, and then regrouping.

He felt that the power that was so terrifying that he couldn't resist at all was actually directly completing the mass energy conversion and directly condensing his body!

"This!?" Silver Dust Soul Rush, of course he knew what this phenomenon was, this was the first time that the power of the Dharma God Class came to his own baptism, no wonder there was no pain, these powers were actually assigned to him by the whole world Silver Dust, and only belonged to his divine power.

The thunder and lightning gradually turned into light, and at the same time, another force roared and exploded in the body, turning into a monstrous fire, which was the power of the ghosts and gods.

The god of thunder is transformed into the god of light, and silver dust becomes the god of light.

The god of ghosts and gods is very strangely transformed into the god of fire, and Silver Dust becomes the god of fire.

Light and fire converge into order, and in order, civilization, knowledge, and reason are born, and they become some kind of religion with a positive orientation, and Silver Dust, at this moment, is crowned pope.

Yinchen was stunned, he didn't expect that he would be able to ascend to the throne of God and become -

Dharma God!

It's so sudden, he hasn't even been a prince himself!

However, this change is irreversible, and no one has ever been able to stop it, there is no heaven-level powerhouse in this world, or even in this universe, and even the enemies that this universe has to deal with are the same god-level, so there is no force that can prevent Yinchen from occupying two god positions at the same time and becoming the only and only law god in this world.

The One and Only God.

[At the same time]

In the forbidden army camp east of the Shield Heavenly Mansion, Liao Chan had just left, Xuan Zhi stared blankly at the distant back of his disciple, and said softly: "Hanshan Temple, take care of the common people......"

It was at this moment that the explosion of light unfolded without warning, engulfing the sky, the earth, and everything in sight.

There was too much justice in that light explosion, and even some paranoia and madness. There was even a white illusion of reincarnation in that light, silently narrating that the world knew that it was vicissitudes. The burst of light seemed to shine all the light in an instant, completely sweeping all darkness and shadows out of this world. The light passed, and there was no pure white.

"How to ......" Xuan Zhi transported the battle flow of the whole body at the moment of the outbreak of light, the battle flow of Buddhism is different from other battle flows, the thick ice is spliced into a protective armor like a golden bell jar, focusing on sticking, but there are few ways to enter. Under the blessing of Buddhism, Xuanzhi is like a steel giant standing proudly between heaven and earth, standing still in the tide that suddenly exploded at the peak of his light. Not even the robe on his body showed a trace of wrinkles and waves.

The light stung his eyes, and he had to close his eyes and turn his head to the east: "What is this? Could it be that the mentor left behind him?" he pondered, without an answer, not even a clue.

In that burst of light, mixed with the hot wind that burned the skin, after the sky changed, the divine power turned cold, and Xuan Zhi had not felt this kind of wind that burned the skin for a long, long time. His magic skills were deflected, and "Dafa Prajna" was quickly transformed into "Snow Lotus Palm", and the battle spirit in his body was mighty, and while the river was endless, it also quickly absorbed the heat on the surface of the skin, not letting the scorching wind hurt him in the slightest.

The invisible pale light slowly faded, and the roar in my ears grew louder and louder. In the midst of the storm, the heat quickly decreases, and finally it becomes a simple cold wind, just like a natural storm after the change of the weather, with a light blue chill. Master Xuanzhi felt that the battle spirit qi in "Snow Lotus Palm" began to absorb a large amount of cold qi around him, and a pure and empty sense of freedom and perfection was exuded in his body, and he suddenly felt that his mind was clear, and his body felt refreshed, and even the faint pain from those old and new scars had also been reduced a lot. He exhaled softly a mouthful of turbid air like white mist, and the quiet and free Dharma rose from his heart, and in the violent cold wind, he stood still, almost like a rock.

The sound of the house collapsing still sounded, how could the light tent of the forbidden army camp withstand such a terrible storm, almost in the first instant, most of it was torn apart, water bottles, shields, wooden tables and other things began to fly at low altitude, except for the weapons that were still honestly stuck in the middle of the shelves, or safely fastened to their bodies. These things flew up, along with the wooden shelves of the tents, and smashed many soldiers with a crackle, but did not cause any considerable damage, and the soldiers instinctively carried the battle spirit energy the moment the white light lit up, and some even released the war spirit.

After a few breaths of the storm, the rolling thunder slowly came from the west, as if suddenly a million cavalry were charging towards it. The sound of the explosion, which was originally indescribably loud, after being weakened, interfered, diffracted and refracted by the uneven ground for 300 miles, became this sound like a cavalry charge, rapidly approaching in the wind.

"Enemy attack—"

The sound of the military horn sounded tenaciously in the howling of the wind, and Xuan Zhi immediately woke up from the realm of selflessness, and did not change his divine skills, directly transported the snow lotus palm, burst out of the cold air to resist the wind from a zhang, and tried to open his eyes.

The white light had disappeared, and there was a blue wind between the heavens and the earth, which did not affect the vision much, Xuan Zhi quickly turned his head and looked towards the west, but he didn't even see the shadow of the cavalry.

All he could see was a huge mushroom cloud rising as far as the eye could see. The mushroom cloud looked thousands of feet high, and the tumbling black cloud seemed to be pregnant with some kind of devil.

"Zen!" Xuan Zhi shouted. The Zen monk, who had not gone far, ran over in a hurry: "Teacher, I didn't find any enemies around......

"The enemy is probably that, right?" Xuan Zhi pointed to the huge black cloud, and Zen saw that his face was gray, and judging from the scale of the clouds, it didn't look like something that humans could deal with at all.

"Go and call all your uncles. Xuanzhi said in a deep voice, the Zen monk bowed his head to receive the order, and secretly wiped a handful of tears when he left.

Xuan Zhi stared at the mushroom cloud in the distance, and the cold air was stirring all over his body, but the black cloud only rolled there except for slowly spreading a little, and he didn't mean to kill them at all. After a while, Xuanzhi's senior brothers all came over, except for Xuanchan.

Master Xuanzhi stared at the rolling black clouds tightly, and his face gradually changed from solemnity to confusion. Purple smoke came out of the altar of the lewd monks in Feiyan City, and a slightly whining evil aura could be felt in Gusu City, but the black cloud that rolled and spread out looked more than ten times thicker than the evil smoke cloud in Feiyan City, but there was no evil aura coming with the wind at all. In front of Xuanzhi's eyes, he could only see the mushroom-shaped smoke cloud tumbling and slowly dispersed, becoming bigger and bigger, and the voices of the cavalry in the distance became more and more hazy and more and more merging, and finally became a single monosyllabic sound like the roar of an ancient giant god.

Tau –

The voice almost completely drowned out the footsteps of the monks of the Xuanzi generation behind him.

Xuan Chan was not so leading the way, he stepped forward, went directly to the front of Xuan Zhi to block his sight, and said with a vertical palm: "Amitabha, junior brother, for my brother just got up for a moment 'reincarnation Tianmu'......"