Silver Dust didn't hesitate, inhaled deeply, and was about to activate the Necromantic Armor when he felt a violent impact coming from behind him.

He quickly switched the spell, and the Undercurrent Demon Shield suddenly bounced up, struggling to hold up an oval space between the boulder and the mountain, but in the next second, the shield shattered in a fierce flash.

Silver Dust snorted coldly, and the teleportation was activated, but it only moved backwards less than ten meters, he wanted to see who was sneaking up on him.

He saw first the broad, shaggy back that was exposed, and then he saw the majestic figure turned, the man wearing a battle skirt that reached below the knee, as if thick linen and iron were sewn together, and a pair of trousers with many leggings, his feet were submerged in the grass and could not be seen, but Silver Dust was sure that he was wearing cloth shoes, not barefoot protected by a magic shield like himself.

The man turned, and in the true red light of the setting sun, Silver Dust could see that he was leaning on a handsome, slender face with a sickly distorted expression. On the bare upper half of his body, several dark brown scars showed his battle-hardened bravery, his wrists were each handcuffed as thick and shiny bracelets, his right hand carried a long spear with a wooden handle, and his glittering eyes were full of mad killing intent, and a sickly, thirst for blood and death.

He is none other than the scourge of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

"Boy, don't say anything, just close your eyes and die!" "Scourge turned around and said extremely domineeringly, his tone was completely a master commanding ****, his voice was full of killing madness and neuroticism as distorted, with a trilling sound of pleasure. A terrifying storm erupted from his body, which actually blew the surrounding rocks apart, separated from the mountain, and rolled into the distance with a bang.

Silver Dust was stunned. He once again felt the familiar coercion, the coercion of heaven and earth and the opponent becoming one, that was the coercion felt in the forbidden move of the old man of the rising sun, that was the coercion he felt at the moment he was hit by the "uncertain turmoil", it was a kind of coercion that Wan Jianxin called "breaking the mystery".

Yinchen cautiously took a step back, he knew that he was facing another master who comprehended the "Breaking the Mystery", although the coercion of the person in front of him was far less strong than Wan Jianxin's, and the coercion came and went, obviously he only comprehended a trace of the "Breaking the Mystery" way, and he had not really comprehended the strongest "Killing Dao", but it was not easy to deal with, and the blow he sent out casually was half less than half of the power of the Ascending Sun Master's forbidden move. Silver Dust's magic shield couldn't completely block his continuous attacks.

There was no time for Silver Dust to think about, he had no choice but to immediately launch the chaotic Heavenly Golem, his teleportation could not send him too far, and the appearance of the scourge showed that the Heavenly Demon Slayer Sect had surrounded this area.

"Heaven Slaying Demon Sect!-" Silver Dust roared viciously, "I didn't mess with you, did I?!" He felt that things had become uncontrollable, and the conspiracy between the Poisonous Dragon Sect and the Yin-Yang and Hehe Sect had been broken by him, and she was hunted down and killed by these two sects, and she confessed, but what did those chaotic sects also come to join in the fun!

"What do you care about Lao Tzu, what's wrong with Lao Tzu being happy to kill you?

Yinchen didn't speak, he knew that it was useless for him to shout anything to this madman, as a mage, he was not very willing to reason with others when they were unreasonable.

A purple light erupted from his body, sharp and intense, not at all the gentle watery luster that is characteristic of arcane magic. He clenched his teeth, and a pair of pure silver pupils burst out with endless wind and snow, like a white disaster of the end of the world. Behind him, a whole ice-cold hell unfolded with a thud.

There was a sharp pain like pins and needles in his limbs, and he knew that every minute and every second from this moment on, every muscle fiber cell in his body was suffering near-irreversible damage, and he only had one minute, no, it should be said that he only had thirty seconds to solve everything in front of him.

Pain and anger distorted his delicate little face, passive magic and heavenly calamity were silently triggered, and a terrifying aura like an ancient fierce god emanated from his small body, like a doomsday omen.

In the face of such a terrifying momentum, the scourge was not afraid, and under the high-speed operation of "Heaven Kills the Spirit", he had almost completely lost his mind, and even almost completely lost his consciousness! At this time, the scourge had completely turned into a madman who only knew how to kill, and only wanted to tear everything that could move in front of him in half. Momentum, in terms of influence on a spiritual level, is of no use to him.

It's a pity that even the scourge of waking up wouldn't know that the Heavenly Tribulation, which has completely integrated almost all of Gabriel's 100,000 years of buff magic, can be called the ultimate arcane "standard demonstration model of general magic pedagogy" ordinary spells, and it doesn't just have a spiritual impact.

The reason why the momentum of the mage is completely different from the coercion of the monks is that while mobilizing the general trend of heaven and earth, it has increased the strength of the spell and the level of penetration of the spell by a thousand times.

Silver Dust didn't give Scourge a chance to strike first, and the moment he felt that the "Heavenly Tribulation" seemed to be triggered, he used his small index finger to point at Scourge in the air.

Scourge flickered to the left almost instinctively, narrowly avoiding a clear blue light, which was the Arctic Rainbow.

Countless blue ice particles suddenly precipitated out of the air, frozen in the air, neither flying nor falling, but actually directly frozen with the air, a wrist-thick blue cold light grazed the waist and abdomen of the scourge and shot towards the hill behind him, only to hear a crisp sound of disintegration, the hill behind him was actually directly pierced by this light.

The abdomen on one side of the Scourge has completely turned into a blue crystal, and streams of blue-white cold air continue to emerge from the injured area, without feeling, without the slightest feeling of pain, the unconscious Scourge does not even know that he has been severely frostbitten at this time, and in his almost beast-like subconscious, he has completely avoided the blow that does not seem fatal.

The scourge was muddy, and I didn't know how terrible the ethereal light that seemed to have no stiffness and texture was, and in that light, there seemed to be a whole linear world hidden, with a finger of silver dust volleying in the air, a wave of extinction of heaven and earth, and the general trend of heaven and earth that sealed everything quietly converged at the fingertips, gathered in the blue light that constantly emitted pieces of hexagonal snowflakes outward, and moved forward.

The cold wind blew from behind him, and the entire small hill behind him was covered in snow in a few breaths. (To be continued.) )