The ice slowly disappeared, and the blue world within a range of 30 meters also shattered and decomposed in a few seconds, and finally turned into nothingness, only a huge icicle stood in front of the silver dust, and in the icicle was the terrified Wei Wuliang, who was completely still, without the wind, without hidden weapons, without ghost claws, like a specimen soaked in formalin for thousands of years, and the embarrassed appearance was like an insect struggling in amber. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ice sealing magic is high-pressure and cold, and can seal any target for a period of time, originally this magic has completely disappeared due to the poisoning incident and the subsequent spell reconstruction, most of the runes have been absorbed by the Lotus of Final Ice, and the spell bit has long been non-existent, and the current spell reserve of Silver Dust is not capable of activating it at all, but in the realm, Silver Dust is directly deified by the rules of the domain world, and any magic that is the same as the elements in the field can be released at will, and it doesn't matter if there is no spell bit, even without a spell, so Silver Dust released this spell at the moment when the frost damage hell was formed, and sealed Wei Wuliang, whose strength was much higher than himself, completely defeated this master of the way.

If it was outside the realm, even if Yinchen released high-pressure ice, he would not be able to deal with Wei Wuliang, because Wei Wuliang was much stronger than him, but in the realm, Yinchen itself was a god-like existence, and his strength was not at all what Wei Wuliang could imagine, and it was not difficult to cast a sealing magic to fix him.

Of course, this does not mean that Silver Dust is invincible in the world if he has a domain, his domain needs the support of a large number of elements, and there must be a fire, ice, light or dark field in an environment rich in a large number of elemental particles to cast, and it can't be cast continuously, after a cast, his magic and spiritual power have dropped a lot.

For Yinchen at this time, the magic realm is still the same ultimate killing move as completely unsealing the God Killing Luo Immortal Qu, and it is a special ability that completely surpasses his true level. Silver Dust's realm seems to be very terrifying, but in fact, compared with the realm of the real realm king, it is still too far away, in his realm, time itself is a big problem, an hour of time in his realm is just a blink of an eye for the outside world, and the real mature realm, the internal time and the world time are completely synchronized, and even once expanded, it can exist permanently in the real world, instead of being like the so-called realm of silver dust, which will be annihilated by the corrective power of the world itself for a maximum of three minutes.

The frosty hell shattered in his hands, and Silver Dust returned to reality, looking at the icicles in front of him, looking at the cold ice that had not yet completely melted all over the ground, Silver Dust shook his head, and finally let the trance-like spirit return to clarity. He subconsciously clenched his fists, then let go, once again encouraging himself to build up his confidence. His realm is not an illusion, and although all the brilliance and beauty are only a blink of an eye, no matter what, his realm can still directly affect the real world.

Anyway, he defeated Wei Wuliang, making the faces of a kind of monk watching the battle from a distance all white, especially Du Chuanchang, Feng Lieshan, they didn't expect that Yinchen was so strong, it was simply inhuman. In Feng Lieshan's perspective, the battle between Feng Lieshan and Silver Dust was only a matter of seconds, and in the end, Silver Dust's whole body glowed red, surrounding Wei Wuliang with fire, and then the space there was violently distorted, and then it turned into Silver Dust in a daze at the icicle.

That level of strength was completely incomprehensible to the monks, including Feng Lieshan.

Seeing this, the monks also understood that the little guy with a silver body was a person who could never be provoked, although being frozen in the icicle for a period of time could not really kill him, but who could guarantee that the kid had no other evil skills? However, they almost seemed to have forgotten that they were facing an opponent who might be more difficult than Silver Dust at this moment, Purple Wind Scattered.

Purple Wind Sanren, the last leader and traitor of the legendary Purple Blood God Sect, can't just be measured aside without a sense of existence.

So in the few seconds when everyone else was temporarily attracted by the appearance of Silver Dust, the Purple Wind Scattered Man who was above everyone's heads made another new move. He twisted his body like a dancing god, waving his arms, letting the two wide sleeves spin in the air into an ugly Hot Wheel, and at the same time, a layer of purple qi slowly rippled from his body as he said something. Several weapons hovering around him echoed with a splash of blood, which then condensed into wet, soft, mollusk-like human shapes with faces devoid of anything other than three blue eyes arranged in a triangular shape. They are all black and red, naked, but have no gender-indicative features, and even look like enlarged stickmen. The head is a ball, the body is a cylinder, the limbs are noodles-like round sticks, and only the hands still look like a human being—at least five fingers that can be bent.

Five humanoid monsters emerged from the six weapons. They each picked up the nearest sword, axe, knife, and spear, and the last one brought an iron palm, and the soft whip flew straight into the hands of the Purple Wind Sanren. "Go down and punish it! don't kill it!" The purple wind scattered people who held the soft whip seemed to suddenly come to life, and the original electronic sound sound voice became the voice of a normal middle-aged scribe, and the expressions on his face and the movements in his hands became flexible and rich. He and the five humanoid monsters slowly descended, just in front of the pile of people below.

There was an uproar among the monks. Transparent winds of various attributes emerged from the strong flesh and blood one after another, and then were blocked by the blood-red tangible energy. In the chaos, Du Chuanchang couldn't take care of others at all, and just had time to throw two or three punches indiscriminately, he was entangled by the humanoid monster with an iron palm, and the two sides fought in ping-pong, and the battle circle became bigger and bigger, and Du Chuanchang soon couldn't care about the lives of several other people who were also from the Poison Dragon Sect.

The poisonous fist spur burst out violently, colliding with the iron palm on the opposite side, and an explosive wind pressure blew the two of them ten meters away, but no one could help anyone.

"Heh! There are two more hits!" Du Chuanchang didn't care about the failure of the attack, his slender and sturdy legs stepped on the ground fiercely, and then stepped on a spider web on the solid stone platform and Xie Ying's abstract modeling, and the whole person flew out like a sharp arrow. His figure is erratic, obviously flying in a parabolic line in the air, but it feels like a shark moving in a wavy line in the water. A second later, he stepped within a meter of the humanoid monster's body, and his slender arms with graceful lines slammed into force without hesitation, and a set of carefully prepared combination punches surged away.

That punch is enough to beat any boxing champion to the hospital. (To be continued.) )