Silver Dust walked there quickly, but he couldn't stand on his feet no matter what, almost relying on a pair of hands to grab the chain to not let himself fall, in the storm, the levitation technique on his body and the flying technique in the bracelet in his left hand could not be used, and he could only use the golden soul mist to slow down the wind speed, so as to barely guarantee that he would not be blown away, and the Wan Jian Xin Habai Prison behind him, as well as Zhao Lingyun behind the prison worship, all walked over like a fly, the bodies of these divine warriors seemed to have the same frequency as the wind, and even the Gang Wind on their bodies could affect the characteristics of the ownerless Gang Wind scattered in the air, giving them an advantage in the wind。 These warriors, who have cultivated wind attribute magic skills since childhood, showed with their actions what a warrior is, what is called a warrior's endurance and physical coordination, in front of this mage who has cultivated water attribute magic from below.

Silver Dust was trapped in the middle of the suspension bridge, and then Wan Jianxin, who was chasing from behind, tied his waist with a rope and dragged to the opposite bank, and the people behind him passed the bridge deck that swayed like a pirate ship in silence and quickly under the leadership of Bai Prison. Silver Dust was dragged down the mountain peak on the opposite bank by Wan Jianxin, and fell to the ground to watch the spectacular scene of the hundred people crossing the hundred-meter-long bridge. The iron rope trembled, the steel plate twisted, but the people who climbed on it, every movement was extremely firm, very fast, the wind rose, the turbid waves emptied, the slowly moving peak of the Black Mountain was upside down, and the white waves turned into blunt bullets the size of broad beans, splashing out and piercing the steel plate, the original oily green thick bridge deck minister's mesh, but still unable to shake the most solid body shield on the people lined up in the sky. They are like pilgrims who have walked through the sky, they are like warriors who climb the third pole of the world, and they have crossed the 100-meter overpass with difficulty and determination.

Silver Dust lay on his back on the cold and damp ground, his pupils trembling as he watched them climb up the lone peak one by one, walk across the overpass, and then walk down, each of them was one meter apart, in unison, under the premise of being silent and without any slogans, everyone spontaneously mobilized the wind to help the people in front of them stabilize the bridge deck and resist the bullet-like waves. Almost as soon as the Gangfeng of each of them was sent out of the body, it fused with the Gangfeng of the previous one and became a powerful force at the military level, and the people behind consciously merged the Gangfeng into it, making the whole army more powerful, and one hundred and fifteen people were integrated into the military situation one after another, without a password, no horn, no drum beat, without any hint of unified dispatch that could be relied on, everything came from everyone's heart, and they were willing to dedicate all their defensive strength to the person in front of them, rather than selfishly protecting themselves with the maximum Gangfeng。

The people who walked down the lonely peak were all wounded with streamers, those with broken hands and feet were lined up, and even some people's torsos were penetrated by raindrops, and only the vital organs were intact under the minimum protection of the wind. They were bleeding and faltering, and some of them even fell to the ground at the moment they walked down the lonely peak, and they could only rely on those stronger brothers to rush to save them, but even if they saw that the people in front of them became bloody because of the Gangfeng conveying to the people in front, the people in the back still sent Gangfeng to the front with all their might, and some people even simply shook their foundations and entered a violent state, and their whole bodies exuded blood-colored wind blades and walked forward. There was no one among them to give orders, so everything was spontaneous, conscious, and voluntary, and each of them was willing to give up their own protection to save the life of the person in front of them, whether that person was his own fellow disciple, whether he was a chivalrous warrior in the rivers and lakes, whether he was a lazy and lazy golden armor forbidden army, or whether he was a mysterious and eager palace guard, they all dedicated all their divine skills, all their vitality, to escort the person in front of them.

As a result, one hundred and eighteen people, all seriously wounded, walked through this impossible road without attrition. Those who are seriously injured can recover quickly under the pills that are fed to their mouths by those who are lightly injured, and those who are lightly injured will also be safe and sound under the bandaging of the best gold sore medicine.

"Obviously, I'm about to give up!" "Yinchen sighed, at a certain moment when he was trapped on the bridge, he wanted to directly launch the drunken spider method, package everyone here and teleport back to Pershing City, and then ignore the ensuing royal accountability, but he didn't expect that Wan Jianxin and them, or these natives of the planet who had no way out, could really complete this road, and really complete what Mr. Mage thought was impossible.

At this moment, he unconsciously developed a deep sense of belonging and identity with these divine warriors.

Once again, he realized that people in this world are not just classified as "indigenous".

Zhao Guangyi was the last to walk across the bridge, and he had a rope tied to his stomach to connect He Lao in front of him. As he walked across the bridge and stepped his feet to safety at the top of the lone peak, he glanced back with a whim.

On the other side, that is, the place where they had just stayed, was already full of people from the Demon Pavilion, Liang Yunfeng had already reached the top of the lonely peak on the other bank, and the disciples of the Demon Pavilion had already arrived on the bridge.

"Thank you so much!" "Thank you so much!" Liang Yunfeng's side, Mingquan stood in the wind vigorously, relying on the cultivation of the enviable distraction realm, and accurately sent the voice full of sarcasm and arrogance to Yinchen's ears: "Look, in fact, you can accept the slave family, if you accept the slave family, how can you let the people you care about fall into such a field?

Mingquan laughed sharply, that laughter was completely a queen's style, her voice itself made the righteous path very angry, but there was nothing she could do, because none of the people present were the opponents of the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and they were locked in the thirteen-fold power of Peiyuan, and they couldn't support their dignity, so they could only kneel to meet the humiliation.

"You're welcome. Silver Dust replied lazily, regardless of whether Mingquan heard it or not, and suddenly extinguished the mana that continued to burn.

The most majestic, the iron cable suspension bridge that seemed to be easy to pass through in the eyes of the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion who had cultivated exquisitely, broke with a bang in that second, and then turned into countless fragments and fell into the river, and the disciple of the Demon Wei Pavilion on the bridge also fell headfirst into the river with a scream, and together with the chain bridge, after a big wave like a mountain peak, it completely disappeared.

"You!" Mingquan's smile froze suddenly, and then the muscles on her face began to switch to an angry expression: "Do you still want to detoxify?"

"I don't have the strength, what else can I do with Pei Yuan's twelve-fold cultivation?" Yin Chen's voice didn't know what was added, but it was actually very penetrating in the deafening sound of the waves, and it directly reached Mingquan's ears: "Look, you shouldn't have poisoned us all, if you didn't do it in the first place, wouldn't I have more strength to maintain the bridge deck?" After he finished speaking, he raised half of his arm and shook it weakly, so that Ming Qian could clearly see his miserable image after losing his strength.

Mingquan could only grit her teeth and swallow it in her stomach at this moment, but she was very reluctant, so she raised her voice again as sharp as an air raid siren, and shouted at all the righteous paths like a shrew scolding the street: "Do you believe it or not, this palace ordered the use of a combo crossbow and a broken yuan arrow——"

"Believe it or not, I'll let this river be rerouted directly......" Her shout was immediately interrupted by Silver Dust's cold voice, because Silver Dust's body had already emitted a fierce and terrifying holy light.

It was the Huaxia Divine Soul, the ultimate forbidden spell known as faith enchantment, and when the light on Yinchen's body was completely integrated into the river bank or river water, everything could be impossible.

Mingquan was silent, silent with tears in her eyes, and once again she found that she had done everything she could for this silver-haired boy, but it was still an empty dream.

She stood on top of the lonely peak, paused dejectedly for a moment, and then went down without saying a word, leaving Liang Yunfeng alone to blow the cold wind on it. On the other side, Silver Dust lay on the ground and exhaled for half a while, feeling better, then sat up and dragged his tired body through the territory of the True King as if the Pope was inspecting the diocese.

"Ling Yun, is there anyone who feels uncomfortable or not quite right?" Silver Dust looked at the wounds on everyone's body with the eye of soul catching, none of them were fatal, and some even began to recover slowly under the golden sore medicine, so he attracted the current True King to ask, he was a little uneasy, as a perfectionist, and a perfectionist of the legal system, his biggest wish now was to take this team through the customs without attrition.

"I'll ask. Zhao Lingyun hurriedly ran away, but Yang Ziyi slipped back: "The concubine body has been shown to everyone, and no one has suffered serious injuries." ”

Yinchen talked and looked at Yang Ziyi with a little surprise, not only was she unharmed, but the Gangfeng on her body had even exceeded the limit of Peiyuan's realm, reaching the level of entering the body: "Your body?"

"Hey?" Yang Ziyi looked at Yinchen in a little surprise, and then looked at herself: "What's wrong with me?"

"How did you get to the point where you got to the body?" Yinchen asked, making him feel even more strange that the people around him, whether it was Zhao Lingyun, Wan Jianxin, Worshipping Hell, or even Ghost Liming and River Lao, none of them expressed any surprise that she was able to break through the limits of Dolantes' poison.

"This is the way of killing, the mystery of the way of killing, the magic is endless, the poison of Dolantes is just a hurdle in front of us, and in time, all of us can come out of it, and even the antidote will be saved. Yinchen, the concubine heard the old man of the river say that you have a lot of insights on the killing path, don't you realize it yourself?"

"Realize what?Detoxification?Okay, I may have comprehended the fake killing path—" Silver Dust touched his nose in embarrassment. In fact, he has already used all kinds of magic to detoxify himself, but he can only achieve temporary relief, and he can only recover his strength for three to ten minutes, and it can't be completely effective, his understanding of the killing path is actually not as good as Wan Jianxin, because his way is [magic way], which is not the same as "killing the way".

"How can it be a fake killing dao? When you saved me before, the kind of aura that you exuded is the purest killing way?" Yang Ziyi smiled softly, her pure and mature figure showed a beauty called "kindness" against the background of the huge "peak" that was slowly pushed behind her: "You are really modest." ”

"I'm not modest, my understanding of the so-called killing path is the limit at this point. Silver Dust said, the silver pupils stretched out and flashed an endless black gear-like aperture, there was a riot in the open space behind him, rows of thin and lean steel golems emerged like bamboo shoots, and then at the same time lit up the infrared sight and ordinary light in the middle of the plate-like head, as if three eyes were opened in an instant, these puppets did not have a huge ammunition box behind them, and there was no extra barrel on their arms, only a pair of mechanical arms that were magnified many times like adult hands, on the arms, chisels and shovels grew from the tips of four fingers, and a drill with diamonds stretched out from the tips of the index fingers。

The black puppets saluted in formation, and then dispersed, and in the screams of the secret guards of the True King's Mansion and the gold-armored soldiers one after another, they quickly dug fortifications, built houses, and even took local materials, using the water in the strange river to combine the mud and sand on the ground, and burned concrete through the ultra-high temperature plasma flame sprayed out of the palms, almost before Zhao Guangyi and several old people discussed the details of arranging the camp, a large number of simple houses were built, and at the same time, a cement wall with a width of 100 centimeters and a height of 900 centimeters was built on the side of the riverbank, which was not only soundproof, but also blocked the arrows sent by the bed crossbow and even the ballista。

Everyone was caught off guard by Yinchen's hand, and the Zhao family's father and son were completely stunned. "Puppet Sect?!" Zhao Guangyi couldn't believe his eyes at all, and at this moment, Wan Jianxin was already in front of him.

"There's something I think I can tell you right now......" His voice was sincere, but his expression was very serious, even cold. Zhao Guangyi read too much emotion from his expression, as if he had experienced the destruction and rebirth of the entire world.

Zhao Guangyi shook his head: "No need, the puppet sect is the puppet sect......" His reaction made Wan Jianxin open his mouth but couldn't speak, he didn't know how to face such a Mr. Zhao, he didn't even guard against Zhao Guangyi would refuse him. "Are you really not curious?" he wanted to ask, but couldn't because he was concerned about Silver Dust's feelings.

"This seat believes in silver dust. After Zhao Guangyi said these six words concisely, he looked away, he didn't want Wan Jianxin to see the complicated and vigorous sadness flowing in his eyes. In his heart, right and wrong, good and evil, are not the so-called sects, families, forces, and affiliations that can be determined or generalized. After he, Zhao Guangyi, has undergone great changes in his life, he seems to be no different from before, but in fact, he is no longer his original self.