This is something that can't be helped, Yinchen wants to go to Panyang City to rescue Harlan Xuanqi, this practice may sting the hearts of the two righteous rookies, but Harlan Xuanqi can't help it, so it is necessary to let Wan Jianxin attract their attention and even lead them away in the end.

"In that case, then I'll wipe the castle tower first to see what happened to the north gate. The two of you are acting together with Wan Jianxin, and with the strength of the three talents, I can also feel a little more at ease. Yinchen said and jumped on the horse, and at the same time, a burst of purple light shone on his body, and he actually turned into another person directly, an ordinary Jianzhou slave soldier, he rode a high-headed horse, and rushed towards the dense human wall.

"Get out of the way!" suddenly appeared in his hand, a silver iron whip swung in the air, intimidating the people crowded in front of the city gate.

Where can ordinary people distinguish the real from the fake, seeing a young "military master" Riding horses galloping, hurriedly pushing and trying to get out of the way, no one dared to stand in front of the military master, but they were too close to each other, pushing and shoving and shoving, but they didn't make much space, just when they were huddled together, seeing that a tragic stampede was about to occur, in the air, to be precise, there were suddenly transparent ripples in the space, these ripples made the space itself distorted and deformed, and the place that was originally only enough for a person to pass sideways immediately became wide and walkable, as if those innocent people could make a wide road for the military master by squeezing casually。

When the common people saw that the road had been vacated, they stopped pushing and saw Yinchen riding a big horse across a broken line, heading straight for the stone steps next to the city gate, where the rolling wood and stones had already been placed, and the pigtailed soldiers with short crossbows were watching, and there were several corpses under the stone steps, all of which were shot in vain trying to climb the stone steps.

They were all people who tried to climb the stone steps to the top of the tower, bribed the captain of the gatekeeper or demanded an explanation, and the explanation they received was only an arrow in the chest. Silver Dust galloped to the stone steps and stopped, a little at a loss, he thought that the people of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall could go up to the city tower through the defense line and find a way to communicate with the captain, but he had just seen the sad and anxious face of the old man in the crowd.

"Who...... Wait, which flag?" Standing at the top of the stone steps, a guard wearing a mixed outfit of chain mail and robes saw Yinchen galloping on his horse, seeing the red crown on his head and the long braid flying up the back of his head, and seeing the red flag on his body, he took it for granted that he was an officer of Jianzhou slaves, Jianzhou slaves implemented slave civilization, and had their own set of effective internal management systems, every word and deed must be extremely disciplined, and a mistake was a great disrespectful sin, so their officers were almost the most difficult to imitate a group of people, and it was very rare to mix in with ghosts, but it was not uncommon to collaborate with the enemy, and over time, these guards also relaxed their vigilance, thinking that no one in the world will be stupid enough to disguise themselves and sneak inside.

"The fourth horseman on the left side of the red flag is Captain Newgaret Besme. At the same time as Silver Dust said this, a golden sly light flashed in his eyes that had been disguised as orange, it was the magic flash of the Great Prophecy, and he had already planned a plan for himself to infiltrate the garrison of the city wall through the prophecy.

Newgaret Besme was there, but by this time she was already a smirking statue.

"Lord Commander?" one of the braided soldiers guarding the stone steps walked down slowly with a rainproof lantern, carefully crossed the rolling wood and stones, and when he arrived in front of Yinchen, the man lifted the lantern and shone it, and a familiar young and resolute face just shone in the dim light, this is the squad leader Besmei, who is known for his bravery in the red flag, the man saw Yinchen's face at this time, and he was overjoyed and said: "Lord Duwei, the silver-haired demon ......."

"Escaped! He can also use the Forbidden Blood Technique!!" Yinchen pretended to grit his teeth, it was really vivid, the guards were immediately frightened, and hurriedly said: "Lord Lieutenant has worked hard, the little one will immediately go and report to General Guerduoxing......"

Silver Dust waved his hand silently, signaling that the creeps could roll, completely reproducing the character of the Besme warrior who was too lazy to speak when he was unfavorable. Without hesitation, the creep hurried back, cautiously past the rolling rocks and some mechanisms, and then ran away and disappeared to the top of the city wall.

At this moment, there was a tight discussion behind Yinchen, and many Jianzhou people wanted to squeeze out of the crowd, and this adult who saw some ways was close, but he didn't expect Yinchen to turn his face and whip immediately, with a fierce expression that no one should enter, so that those with thoughts retreated.

After a while, the creeps appeared at the top of the city, and at the same time threw down a thin rope from the top of the city, which was too thin to carry the weight of a man.

"Lord Lieutenant, General Guerdoxing has been summoned to you!"

Yinchen held the head of the drooping rope, but did not pull it, just untied the things on the head of the rope, and threw the thin rope aside, the little soldier Xu knew that the rope was also a strategic resource, and when he saw Lord Du Wei let go, he quickly tightened the rope with his hands and feet.

However, at the moment when the rope hung down, a figure swooped up, grabbed the rope head, the little soldier exclaimed, shook his hand and sent out a handful of finely broken iron eggs from his sleeve, not seeking to kill the enemy, just want to block the person for a second or two, but he didn't want the person to hold a tattered porcelain bowl in his hand, and he didn't know how to shake it, and between the wind and snow, he actually collected all the iron eggs that flew down into the porcelain bowl.

The iron egg fell from a height of two feet, and any porcelain would have to shatter when it touched such a sharp pig iron falling at such a high speed, but

The porcelain bowl in the man's hand was like a vajra bowl, and he could hear the iron egg clanging at the bottom of the bowl, but the porcelain bowl was not damaged at all. Everyone was amazed, seeing that the figure holding the bowl climbed up with his hands and feet without the help of a rope, and directly used his free hand to borrow the strength of the rope twice, relying on a pair of iron feet that did not even have shoes, and ran on the slippery city wall for a while, and actually rushed to the city wall like walking on the ground, and disappeared into the city in a dodge amid the shouts of the braided soldiers.

"That's a bowl beggar? Silver Dust muttered irresponsibly, and the hacking spell entered into the thing he had just gotten, and then a sense of weightlessness like a whirlwind spread throughout his body, and then his body sank, and the middle of a circle of fences had appeared.

A circle of sword-wielding guards outside the fence looked at him coldly, and it wasn't until they could see her face clearly that their expressions loosened slightly, and they cleanly made a gap that could only pass through a single person.

These soldiers dragging the money rat-tail whip were all wearing silver-blue green dragon chain mail, and even their arms were covered with iron armor, unlike the cuffs of their robes like the other Jianzhou slaves. Their shoulder armor is engraved with a lifelike decoration of a green dragon head, and a blood-red hardwood bead is embedded in the slightly open mouth of the dragon. They held a small round shield in their left hand, a metal spear in their right hand, a mechanical crossbow on their backs, and a slender quiver mounted on their waists. Contrary to what might be imagined, these Deadly Iron Horsemen, who are considered to be the most extreme in the world, do not seem to be equipped with guns.

These are the soldiers of the Blue Dragon Decisive Battle Battalion, they are the daredevils of the cavalry, and they are also powerful cannon fodder enough to deal the heaviest blow to any defensive front. In any charge, they faced the enemy in their heyday, the most difficult task of attacking fortifications, facing an intact defensive line and the highest density of crossbow arrows and bows, rolling wood and stones, and even the enemy's most elite cavalry and even chariots.

These soldiers of the Blue Dragon Decisive Battle Camp stood here as if they were standing upright in death. The cold and sharp murderous aura on their bodies made anyone who saw them mistakenly think that they were facing a ghost soldier. Their aura of divine power was the breath of death, as damp and cold as a tomb, exuding a trace of the sharpness of a bloody spear.

However, this kind of momentum can also deter Xiaoxiao, it is nothing to Yinchen, the magician disguised as the Jianzhou slave Lieutenant walked through the gap calmly, without revealing the slightest flaw, not to mention, his somewhat heavy footsteps also easily let others know that he was probably in a bad mood.

Silver Dust slowly approached the city tower, suddenly turned his head slightly, and was not surprised to see a majestic old man slowly walking in front of him from the side, and entered the heavily guarded city tower before him.

The old man was wearing a cyan robe and had a thick twisted braid dragging on the back of his head, but he was not shaved like a slave in Jianzhou. He left Silver Dust with a majestic and tall back, and a deep, dim, icy aura penetrated his nostrils. This old man who is as strong as a grizzly bear and has a waist as straight as a steel plate has an amazing cultivation, even if the divine skills he cultivates are not so rare and special, it is enough to break through the world in the rivers and lakes and become a grandmaster.

His name is Zhang Weiwu.

The three words "Zhang Weiwu" are not only his name, but also represent everything about him. Because in the rivers and lakes, no one dares to underestimate this somewhat rustic name, and those who dare to underestimate this name are probably "demigods" like Ghost Liming.

As soon as this person flickered in front of Yinchen's eyes, he let Yinchen know that the opportunity had come. Since he can appear on the city tower, instead of waiting below like Old Man Zhang, it means that the name of the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion has not been thrown away like garbage by the imperial court, or rather, the dart court they are betting on still attaches more importance to it.

Silver Dust followed him into the tower. The moment he stepped into the threshold, Yinchen's eyes darkened, and then his waist was hit hard, and he was in pain. At this time, the magician knew that when he disguised himself as someone else, he would temporarily lose his divine power, and all his cultivation would return to the level before he became a god.

"Interesting!" Silverdust said silently through gritted teeth, as the golden light in his pupils flew by, using prophecy to spy on the future of "Newgaret Besme", but all he got was the most ruthless death.

"Bastards, what are you bitches doing! I'm ......" Silverdust's roar was interrupted, his mouth gagged by a hard, spring-like spherical object.

He couldn't see anything at this time, and a kind of soul-scattering poison that temporarily blinded him was sprinkled in his eyes, so he couldn't see the few braided soldiers wearing yellow robes and horse coats who came up around him with some surprised and contemptuous expressions, and he couldn't see Zhang Weiwu stop and look around cautiously.

At this time, Yinchen could only feel his hands being cut behind his back. He couldn't even tell how many people were surrounding him, and during the loss of his divine power, he couldn't even maintain the divine consciousness of a magician, which seemed to indicate that the divine power came from the divine consciousness.

At this time, the magician was just as embarrassed as a reckless warrior with a body of magic and runes, and was pinched and flattened by Jianzhou slaves at will, but at this time, no one except himself knew that he was not a Jianzhou slave, so all the humiliation of being bullied could call the dead Newgaret to take the blame.

The magician clenched his hands into fists, revealing a faint light in his palms, and at the moment when his arms were cut behind his back, his fists quickly collided, and a purple-black cloud spread out silently, surrounding him, but did not escape any point towards the people around him, but was absorbed by his body at once.

Arcane and wind are combined into a hacking spell, but this time the silver dust is attacking himself.

It seems difficult to justify attacking oneself, but Silver Dust has to use this paradox to get out of trouble. The moment he struck himself, the last thing he felt was a few ropes strangling his body.

Then he felt that he had broken free from the shackles of his body, even the shackles of his body, and his soul had been truly liberated. Of course, it wasn't actually that beautiful, and Silver Dust just came out of her body disguised as Nugaret Besmei, and turned into an apparition lurking somewhere in the shadows in the lobby.

He did not abandon his body, but completed a complex transformation in that short moment. He ordered the surrounding time to stop (this is the only "divine ability" that was not lost) and at the same time removed the disguise himself, restored to the true body of the god of law, and then used his divine power to create a necromantic puppet, which was actually a metal gargoyle in human skin, and then adjusted the space that had been fixed, so that "Nugaret Gargoyle No. 1 Besme" completely occupied the space where Newgaret Besme was tied up in his place, and finally in a move of shadow lurking, he easily revoked the time stop-

He hacked himself in order to let the gargoyle's body occupy his original space, and save himself, God could not hack into his body, so God could only distort time and space, so that he and "Newgret" appeared in different positions in time and space, and Newgret, who appeared in the original position instead of Silver Dust, was the statue that killed the red-robed man, of course, Silver Dust could make it eliminate the sinister and mutated limbs with a single thought.