Outside the barrier, clumps of zombies emerge from the dirt beneath the meadow like mushrooms growing out of the ground, expanding the zombie team indefinitely. It's strange that none of these newly popped zombies are holding swords, all of them are holding bows and arrows.

Zombies bend their bows and arrows, and their slow movements allow them to fire arrows once every ten seconds. Those arrows were extremely dangerous with a thick sense of death and corpse poison, but what was even more dangerous was the impact attached to the rain of arrows itself, the arrows accurately hit the enchantment, but the pure physical impact was the best destruction of the light enchantment, and the dense drum-like impact made the enchantment continue to shake violently, and it became more and more thin and dim when it looked like it.

Lin Xuanchen sat slumped in place with a pale face, trembling, and Wan Jianxin's hand holding the hilt of the sword was also pale and white, only Yinchen only had a gloomy expression in distress.

"It's not impossible...... Actually, I already knew there was going to be such a thing. Silverdust's voice became cold and unforgiving again.

"If you have any way, just think about it!" Wan Jianxin's tone also became unnatural, was the hope of living that had just risen to be shattered again? This kind of capriciousness, sometimes full of hope, sometimes completely desperate, was really too torturous.

"I have a way to deal with these guys once and for all, but that's a vicious way. Yinchen simply didn't look at those zombie arrows, and turned to face Wan Jianxin: "I am the Demon Dao." ”

"What do you mean......" Wan Jianxin grimaced and pointed to the female disciple of the Interpretation Sect who was almost shrunk into a ball. He still remembers the very hurtful story that Yinchen told him, Zhang Yating's story.

The girl raised her head, then slowly stood up, and actually walked in front of Yinchen very elegantly, without looking at Wan Jianxin, but just said to Yinchen: "Do you want Nong to go out and lure those things away? ”

Her voice was calm, calmly chilling Silverdust's bones.

"Do you think I can do it?" Yinchen's voice carried a hint of annoyance, "How old are you?"

"Then it's me?" Wan Jianxin smiled bitterly and said angrily, "It's not impossible, but you have to promise me......"

"Sorry buddy. Silver Dust suddenly interrupted him, and Wan Jianxin suddenly saw that Silver Dust's pupils were already covered with snow: "For a mage, no companion can be sacrificed before he falls. After Yinchen finished speaking, he turned around, and a black magic shield suddenly lit up on his body, which was the dark attribute defensive magic "Dark Current Demon Shield".

"I just hope you don't think I'm too bad, especially after seeing what I'm capable of next. Silver Dust said coldly, and before Wan Jianxin had time to stop it, he slowly walked out of the protective range of the enchantment.

"What are you doing......" Wan Jianxin just wanted to stop Yinchen's near-suicide behavior, but he was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

Silver Dust slowly walked towards the zombies, and the zombies slowly retreated.

Around Silver Dust's small body, within the realm of five zhang square, a whole hell of Senluo bloomed.

Click!

Click, click, click!

Bang bang bang!

Bang la blah!

It was the most creepy sound Wan Jianxin had ever heard in his life, it was the sound of a white skeleton slowly coming out of the black whirlpool, and then accelerating instantly, like a field infantry holding a cold and shining sword, charging towards the zombies.

The sound of the knuckles turning, the sound of the joints turning without the slightest lubrication, does not sound loud on a single basis, but if such sounds are gathered in thousands, it will form a thunderous loud noise. In the wilderness, a silent cry came out of the mouth of the wide open skeleton, and the bone-colored figures were as agile as electricity, and the speed, the agility, was simply abusing those clumsy and fat zombies.

The flood of bones, in the middle of the night, converged into an ocean.

"Is this hell?" Wan Jianxin had no more feelings to express at this time except for such a sigh. He was completely numb with fright by the bloody scene in front of him.

Broken bones, carrion, broken intestines, broken organs, scattered and splashed in all directions at the deepest moment of the night@. The liver and brain tumbled to the feet and were crushed into mud without mercy by the soles of the bones, the stomach and bladder were brutally cut in half by the sharp blade, but the green pus was splashed out before the blood. Sen Bai's shoulder blades were crushed by the rancid hands, but the skull was not afraid to die and gnawed a piece of purple-black stinky flesh on the rotten face. The fighting, the fight between the undead, the bloody battle between skeletons and zombies, is so cruel and savage that you can't look at it directly.

Silver Dust retreated into the barrier, unscathed, but his face was flushed.

"This is the first step. He said wearily as he walked over to the campfire and sat down.

He assumed a five-hearted posture, ignoring Wan Jianxin's inquiring eyes. He couldn't care about anything else at this point, and he had to get rid of these zombies as soon as possible.

He was well aware that the undead legions had never been defeated, and that they would fight to the last of their soldiers unless they were all destroyed.

Facing the firelight, Silver Dust slowly closed his eyes and concentrated his spirit at an unprecedented height. "It's been 6 years, but I didn't expect that the initial hesitation has helped a lot today!" he muttered to himself, and his body began to radiate a mysterious and strange aura like another world.

The spiritual coercion of the heavens radiated out with the silver dust as the center, making Wan Jianxin tremble, and the girl who had been in a state of high mental tension walked over and looked at his back curiously.

The firelight in front of the silver dust slowly became strange, a layer of golden light slowly rose from the flames, and the original crimson firelight gradually turned dark red. The brightness of the entire bonfire dimmed sharply, but it was clear that it was not about to be extinguished, and Wan Jianxin took out the flint and steel with a strange expression, preparing to light the second bonfire.

"The magic skill of controlling flames?can there be such a thing in this world?" Wan Jianxin felt more and more that it was impossible for Silver Dust to be born from the Demon Pavilion, and the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, if they had such an endless variety of strange abilities as Silver Dust, then the number one sect in the world would not be Hanshan Temple.

Wan Jianxin was digging hay while circling around Silver Dust and his bonfire, the dark red flame like a coagulated blood clot, no matter how you look at it, it feels strange.

The golden flame of light slowly rose, flew away from the bonfire, and floated towards the sky, at the same time, a large number of golden points of light began to precipitate in the space within the enchantment, these points of light made Wan Jianxin feel comfortable and warm, and the girl under the Interpretation Sect was illuminated by this light, and a healthy flush slowly appeared on her cheeks.

The golden points of light converged towards the golden flames in the sky, and one by one, the golden flames grew one by one, making the fire slowly turn into a golden ball with a soft hue like liquid gold. Wan Jianxin lit the second bonfire and then stopped, intently watching the changes in the sky, at this time he had already seen some doorways, what Silver Dust did was similar to the séance of those witch gods in ancient myths and legends, as if he wanted to make something real.

Wan Jianxin looked at the changes in the sky with his eyes, and he didn't know that outside the enchantment, the door of the hell opened by the silver dust still hadn't closed, and a large number of skeleton soldiers wielded their long swords, and they were agile in chasing the zombies and slashing, and the zombie archers were rushed by this almost endless army of skeletons, and even the formation was gone, and there was a rain of arrows to talk about. Outside the barrier, a long time ago, it was a Shura hell, and even Dante, who had seen the real hell, didn't dare to see it.

Outside there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but inside the enchantment was peaceful. A long half hour was spent in the time when Wan Jianxin looked up at the beautiful scenery in the sky, his neck was extremely sore, and he couldn't take his eyes off.

Finally, the half-hour-long spellcasting ritual ended. Silver Dust opened his eyes and let out a long breath, only to see Wan Jianxin's face trembling and pointing to the sky.

"Yuan ...... Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Infant Leaving the Body?!" He screamed without killing Matt, and the huge sound scared the little girl not far away and slid her head to the ground.