Silver Dust looked at the old man, watched him raise his right hand, and watched him stretch out his thick index finger. Yin Chen, who had heard of moves such as "Mighty Vajra Finger", had heard of it, because there were cultivators like monks during the Gugabroyer period.

The metallic bright wind erupted from the master's fingertips, and it was actually as full of oppression and texture as a real golden demon-slaying pestle. Silver Dust didn't care about the dazzling golden light that was getting closer and closer, he only felt that a boiling magma-like heat in the sea of qi was rapidly attacking his body along the meridians, and at the same time, in the realm around him, one by one, one by one, a huge, scorching, divine stream of light appeared in mid-air at an extremely fast speed, and meteors converged towards Silver Dust's slowly raised hands.

"Master, I'm sorry!" Yinchen could only say such a sentence at this time, and he only had time to say such a sentence.

In the next second, the sky and the earth are vast.

White.

The white of the sacred, the white of judgment, the white of unyielding, the white of faith, the white of martyrdom, the white of self-denial, the white of purity. The rain and the night faded, but the day did not. The blue sky was still clearly twinkling with stars, and the narrow streets lit up with a white light that symbolized hope and sacredness.

Spell: Sword of Daybreak

This is one of the most powerful spells that Silver Dust can currently master, and like the dark Havoc End, it is a small forbidden spell-level magic that only a first-level magus can master. However, at this time, the magic emitted by the silver dust was as terrifying as the full force of the master of the Golden Pill Period, almost the power of the forbidden spell magic of the standard model.

The light converged from all directions to Yinchen's hands, converging into a super huge pillar of light with a thickness of ten meters and bombarded out, there was no explosion, no roar, only a "buzzing" ionization sound emitted by a laser through the air, the terrifying pillar of light was already bright enough to make people's eyes permanently blind, and the power of that pillar of light was already comparable to the power of the god-level space battleship's main gun "10,000 mm caliber particle super cannon".

No one's ** can withstand such a force. This power is not the power that can be generated by the magic hand control, but the extremely powerful power that accumulates all the dark attribute magic power emitted by Silver Dust after the magic power is out of control when the elements compensate, and this power will not have a second chance for Silver Dust in his life.

It was as if the huge beam of the 10,000-millimeter caliber particle super cannon shot at an angle of 45 degrees upwards into the sky, shooting towards the vast and desolate universe, and the length of that pillar of light was conservatively estimated to be more than 100,000 meters, and it could burn almost all the low-earth orbiters that could appear in this world into a mess, but this was enough to burn Pan Yangcheng and even the entire Northern Empire into ashes, but it did not kill anyone, not even any living beings.

The night retreated for three minutes before it came again. The clouds that had caused the rainstorm had completely dissipated. The effect of elemental compensation had passed, and the great satisfaction of manipulating infinite power was followed by a huge emptiness, and Silver Dust felt that his sea of qi was almost completely exhausted, and he couldn't even feel if his realm existed at this time.

The sadness of the girl's death, the exhaustion of exhaustion, the hopeless depression of the future, and the loneliness of being alone, and even the fear of death hit Yinchen's mind one by one, and the fragile cranial nerves were overwhelmed, and finally temporarily stopped commanding the body, so Yinchen closed his eyes and fell to the sky.

The posture in which he fell was exactly the same as Zhang Yanting.

The abbot was barefoot, and slowly, even reverently, walked towards the small figure that had fallen to the ground. Compared to the seven-foot-tall (two-meter-one-zero) master abbot, the eleven-year-old boy's body lying on the ground looked so thin, delicate, immature and helpless. Master Abbot silently walked up to Yinchen, completely ignoring General Nie, who was cautiously following behind him.

The master abbot bent down and almost formed a ninety-degree bow. He took a closer look at Silver Dust's face, observing the boy's long, silver-white eyelashes.

The boy's appearance is obviously the best choice, even with a little girl's softness. The young man's clothes were already in tatters, and he spoke silently of his poverty. Master Abbot carefully observed the young man's face, trying to see any trace of evil or bewilderment on his face, but he was disappointed, and there was only an indescribable sacredness on the young man's blue and white face.

Yes, sacred. Although Silver Dust had fallen into a coma at this time, there was still a large amount of light magic breath left on his body, that is, divine breath. Master Abbot straightened up, his eyebrows pondered, but there were still many things he couldn't figure out.

The master's hand was not even raised with enough determination, let alone a ruthless palm to kill this "demon" who was wantonly slaughtering innocent people a few minutes ago. The last pillar of light made the master completely understand that the young man in front of him was not a demon who killed people for pleasure at all.

If the boy is an evil demon, a violent murderer, or a demon who has been bewitched by some evil law, then his last move is enough to turn himself and the entire city behind him into ashes, so that 100,000 living beings can instantly become unjust souls, and he will never make such a big mistake in the end. Master Abbot didn't have any concept of a near-earth orbiter in his heart, in his opinion, the practice of Silver Dust attacking diagonally upwards itself contained the meaning of not killing living beings, as for whether that kind of light would hit any nearby birds, Master Abbot would not think about it, because he felt that compared to 100,000 living human lives, a few birds were nothing.

"Karma can be big or small. This is the most real thought of the abbot at this time.

Master Abbot felt that he had no justifiable reason to kill this pure and beautiful child in front of him. He said that it was really difficult for him to make up his mind to kill anything, not to mention that he felt an unprecedented sacredness from the last pillar of light in the silver dust, which was a pure energy that was holy and unstained. Since his debut, Master Abbot had never seen or even thought about what kind of demon could have such pure righteous power. Master Abbot and his mentors, his disciples, and even his followers have always believed that an evil mind will produce an evil vitality, and that the evil vitality will definitely pollute the vitality of the righteous path and turn it into a clutter of impure breath. The good may use the evil energy, but the evil person cannot have the pure true element at all.

"When evil thoughts arise in the heart, anger will inevitably arise, and only when the heart is pure, can the vitality not be stained with dust...... Master Nie, General Nie, can you tell Lao Wei who this little benefactor is? Why does he want to kill here? Why does his skill change so drastically?" Master Abbot turned around slowly, majestically, and a pair of eyes that were not sharp and deterrent quietly looked into General Nie's eyes, and said the above words softly. General Nie met the gaze of the abbot master, and saw the pair of black eyes that were so pure and almost transparent, that he felt that he had been seen through by the master from the inside out, and even the reincarnation of several lifetimes had been seen clearly by the master. General Nie could only straighten the crown band slightly, clear his throat, and use his low and convincing voice to tell him everything he had seen.

In the face of this abbot master, General Nie, who already regarded lies as poison, did not dare to lie, he felt that he would endure the torment of conscience forever if he said a wrong word in front of the master.

“...... That's the way it is, the emperor ordered Nanwei, the master, the juniors are actually ......"

"Amitabha, this is not to blame the donor, how can the suffering of the world be clearly explained in a few words?" The abbot master put his palms on his chest and said the Buddha's name before he continued: "If the general feels uneasy, please bury the body of Zhang Xiaoshi in Nanshan Cemetery." In the future, it will be convenient for the old man to go over. Alas, in this world, all living beings are suffering, and who can escape the number of verses?"

"No!" General Nie listened to the master's words, and with unprecedented seriousness, he walked a standard and capable military force, and then turned away, he still had to deal with a large number of matters after the Zhang family was destroyed, and it was not possible to expect that mediocre city lord like a meat ball. As a soldier and as a general, he has experienced too much and understood too much in this night. The generals who survived the earth-shattering upheavals will always take tonight as a warning in the future, sum up their experiences, draw lessons, and go further than others on the road of fighting for the country and on the road of administering and strengthening the army.

Master Abbot turned back again, gently, and even with some affection, picked up Yinchen's small body. The thick index finger gently wiped the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes. At this moment, the desperate night is rapidly receding, as if it has eaten a defeated army.

A reddish dawn lit up in the east. Soon a red sun came out of the bald heads. True red with a hint of golden light instantly shone on a city that had been destroyed by a quarter of its suffering overnight. The master carried the little boy silently on the frightened streets, walking in the shining morning light, and their shadows dragged long, long, like the eternal divine will......