At this time, Silver Dust was wearing a red crystal half-life heavy armor with the shape of a flame sculpture, and a sleeveless robe was worn on the outside of the armor, and there were even pale yellow flames shaking on the robe, and under the long silver hair was a silver cloak, and on the cloak, a large group of silver flame patterns were painted.

Phantom Dragon True Gang: Flame Awakening

Flowing clouds-like flames erupted from his hands like ice qi divine powers, filling the air within a kilometer of his body, almost becoming a flame barrier, and orange flames appeared on the ground under his feet, looking like the scene of an explosion. He walked slowly towards Du Chuanchang, leaving a burning footprint on the ground with each step.

Du Chuanchang's face was dark, he almost scorched his entire arm just now, the hedge between ice and fire, blue and red was not romantic, only the deepest thrilling, his frost power originally posed an equal threat to the flames of silver dust, but the flame power of silver dust was extremely huge, and his frost strength was a drop in the bucket. Du Chuanchang leaned against the wall, and the desperate dead gray that had slowly emerged in his eyes, and the "resurrection from the dead" of Yinchen did not give him any chance to break through the realm, but instead allowed him to obediently break through the demons in his heart, make a comeback, and strengthen it thousands of times.

“...... But you have to know that you can kill me with my permission, and if I don't allow it, then you will achieve nothing. "The voice of the elemental silver dust is much clearer than that of the real body, almost retaining the childlike voice he had before he was ten years old, but his tone is colder than the real body, and his personality and expression are much more brutal.

"You're not human!" Du Chuanchang let out a collapse-like scream: "Obviously, obviously you were punched by me......"

"How can a god die. Yinchen seemed to be tired of playing and turned around and left Du Chuanchang. Du Chuanchang felt that he was simply passing by death, and a sense of prostration for the rest of his life poured out of his body along the incontinence of urine, filling his future life.

"You go, you don't need you here, and I don't need it, this ridiculous palace fighting drama, let it stage on its own, anyway, both of them are dying. After Yinchen finished speaking, the fiery red back slowly sank, and finally disappeared at the staircase leading to the first floor.

Du Chuanchang looked at his back and watched him go downstairs little by little, as if watching him sink into the underground world little by little. He flashed the amazing edge side of Wangtian Peak in front of his eyes, flashed Zhang Mengmeng's beautiful body, flashed Zhang Mengmeng's peace of mind and relief when he was dying, flashed the horror after Hu Bad Heart became a crow, flashed the power that Yinchen had shown in front of him in the past few years, and suddenly, he found that what he missed the most was actually when he gathered on Wangtian Peak, everyone had not torn their faces, nor had they come to that uncontrollable step, in the Demon Dao, the Demon Wei Pavilion and the Poison Dragon Sect were still standing side by side, and the grassroots soldiers were still talking to each other。 At that time, the camp tent of the Poison Dragon Sect was still warm, he saw Zhang Mengmeng, saw Yinchen, and nodded and smiled at each other, at that time, he didn't have to calculate everything around him, he didn't have to desperately think about what price he could pay, in exchange for today's so-called wealth and glory, at that time, he could still be a disciple of the team leader with peace of mind, even if he scolded Wan Jianxin to death, he was not afraid of the other party's retaliation, because in the Demon Pavilion, there was Feng Lieshan in charge.

But a red blood secret realm ruined everything, completely ruined.

He didn't know what kind of wind he was pumping at that time, he had to work with Feng Lieshan to practice the entire Demon Wei Pavilion, and he had to force Yun Wuyue and Zhang Mengmeng to death. At that time, he may have thought that it was just a little price to pay, but today, after he really saw the untouchable and even untouchable realm of Zhao Ran, he repented, and he Du Chuanchang really lost a lot.

His plan to frame the Demon Wei Pavilion only took five minutes to think about weighing the pros and cons, and what he thought of at that time was just sacrificing Yun Wuyue, but today, it seems that he has paid Yun Wuyue, Zhang Mengmeng, Wei Wuliang, Feng Lieshan, Master Harrow, and his sister Du Wuxin for this plan...... He unknowingly gave up everything he had.

"Everything!"

Du Chuanchang slowly curled down, slid down against the wall, and for the first time in his life, broke down and cried.

His cry was so presumptuous. When the master was still there, he didn't dare to cry like this, for fear that the master would look down on him, and when his sister was there, he didn't dare to cry like this, for fear that his sister would worry about him, and cooperated with the Jianzhou slaves, and after offering the master and his sister, he didn't dare to cry like this, afraid that the Jianzhou slaves would think that he was weak and useless, and discard him, and now, after seeing the real invincible strength of Yinchen, he cried.

He broke the jar and broke.

His life was actually completely burned out and destroyed as early as five minutes after that decision, and he destroyed everything that originally belonged to him with his own hands, just because of the subconscious jealousy and precaution in his heart, if he chose to cooperate with Silver Dust and Mowei Pavilion, maybe today's world situation could be completely different. Maybe today, he Du Chuanchang is still a hero in the world on the same level as Wan Jianxin, a young strong man with the prestige of a hundred calls and the strength of the distraction realm, not a courtier of a slave in Jianzhou, a poor worm who can't even get the status of a "slave".

His mournful voice echoed unbridled in the midst of the palace maids who were lying on the ground.

【Heart Nourishing Temple】

The battle ended in the instant it began.

"Is this a clever way to break with force?" Newgaret Wynne transformed the blood-stained heavy machete into a chopper axe, carrying it in one hand very casually, and the drops of blood flowed down, drawing a soul-gathering pose at his feet that had no practical effect.

Xue Wuxian fell, this swordsman who suddenly returned to the strength of Yuan Ying, in front of Indra's sect leader, did not go through a round.

His wind and snow, his sword, is so exquisite, in terms of swordsmanship has reached the extreme in the world, his swordsmanship is to use the endless wind and snow and sword light to confuse the enemy, and then take advantage of the unpreparedness of people to stab a fatal blow, he hides all his understanding of the sword in his entire life in the wind and snow, and uses a set of sword paths that must be killed, and then-

Wendu, who was regarded as the whip of the chosen one, broke it with brute force.

Wendu's strength is the same as that of Gui'er Duoshan, he can fuse the Battle Soul Beast at any time and use a blow of inhuman power, which is enough to directly split a crossbow car in half, and now that the Battle Spirit Skill has spread, there are still very few people with his strength, and he is a critically endangered species that needs special protection, not a human being that can be seen at will on the street.

His battle soul output is thirteen times his own strength, which is a little stronger than the twelve and a half times the strength of Gui'er Duoshan, but Xue Wuxian himself can use at most twice the strength of the fused battle soul beast.

This is a pure, physical contest of power, or physical power. And in this kind of contest, Xue Wuxian lost, and he lost very badly.

He was almost split in half by a knife, the huge crack in his chest was full of broken ribs, almost half of his lungs were lost, only the heart was barely intact, so that he would not be completely incured, but with an injury like this, even a Yuan Ying master would bleed to death in two minutes.

"Carry it down, so that you can be saved. Wen Du pointed at Xue Wuxian who fell to the ground with a slender chopping axe, and said with a sneer: "This is a good material, transformed into a great god fighter, full of strength." ”

After he finished speaking, Wang Baldan and Madby hurriedly pounced on them to offer their respects, but they were stopped by several people who suddenly burst out, all of whom were wearing Indra's robes, and the colorful colors made the two imperial ministers kneel on the spot.

Four identical bald men walked up, each of them emitted an icy aura similar to that of Father-in-law, but they had four people, two of them "shoveled" Xue Wuxian up like picking up a yellow dog that had been run over by a carriage, and the other two stayed by Wen Du's side and didn't leave.

Their position is obviously the arrangement of the Sancai array, so that even if the generals are on the line, there is no advantage in the military situation, after all, these generals fight cocks and walk dogs every day, shouting that they want to go to the Northern Expedition, but the bow and horses are unfamiliar, I am afraid that even the fatigue of the march can not stand it, their own cultivation is half a pack of martial arts old book and half a bag of water, if you really want to fight, no one will to fight and no one will to come out, how to form a military situation, one has no will to fight and two has no degree of cooperation, how can you confront the three talents of the strong attack that Wen Du has practiced for ten years, I am afraid that the head of the person who can be killed in a few breaths will roll。 Therefore, after they saw that Wen Du silently formed the three talents, the entire team of generals actually took a step back collectively!

This is a self-destructive approach to the army's morale, as soon as they retreated, the civilian officials immediately knelt down a little half, and some others really had a little bit of family and country feelings in their hearts, all of them looked sad and desperate, and they all turned their heads to look at their father-in-law.

Father-in-law shook his head with a gray face: "I really didn't expect that the Seventh Dynasty would be the turn of the old slave to carry it in the end." He took a deep look at Emperor Yue, who was protected by Wendu like a little chicken, and that look really made Emperor Yue's hairs stand up all over his body, it was like being targeted by a group of poisonous snakes, the old eunuch's eyes were full of regret, hesitation, contempt, contempt, hatred, in the deepest part of the pupil background, there was actually a little bit of presumptuous pity, it seemed that those eyes became the legendary reincarnation eyes, and saw through the life of this so-called emperor.

His gaze that was not sharp, but with infinite radiation energy, scanned everyone present, every civilian and military general, and the cloudy eyes slowly glowed with a holy light of pity, as if the "saint" who distributed his own flesh and blood to his subordinates to eat, he lowered his eyes, sighed deeply and gloomily, and that heavy sigh spread out like some kind of EMP weapon, almost knocking several civilian officials around him to the ground.

Father-in-law raised his eyes, stared straight at Wen Du, and asked in a soft tone like a murmur: "The old man intends to die in the country, so these people under him-"

"Slaughter the Palace. Wen Du laughed cruelly: "This dynasty accepts the generals and gives them preferential treatment, but they will only be wastes who have no ability to govern the country, so don't have illusions...... The civil and military officials of this dynasty are really from a professional class, and the "Great Talent Slave Law" must be examined, how many people will carry the crown of the monkey?" His eyes swept lightly over all the civil officials, whether standing or kneeling, with an angry look on their faces, and that's all, it was too ridiculous for them to use the fragile body of a scholar to fight against the big knife in Wen Du's hand. If they could have the backbone of a real scholar, they would have thrown away their brushes, rolled up their bags and defected to the rebels.

These ministers showed angry expressions, and Luo Bo shouted directly: "That's it, when you supported the emperor, you didn't expect the emperor to turn his elbow outward and face the northerners...... We won't do this official, let's go home and plant sweet potatoes. ”

"Yes, yes, this hat of ours is not worth a few dollars, whoever wants to wear it will take it. As soon as he said this, many civil officials, especially those who stood and did not kneel, raised their hands one after another, took off the official hats on their heads, and wore their heads one by one, as if there was suddenly a group of madmen in the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Bang Gonggong looked at these people quietly, his eyes were full of mockery, and he even said to those retreating generals: "Why are you still standing? Hurry up and remove your armor?" Those generals also woke up like a dream, and quickly untied the high-grade chain mail on their bodies and put it on the ground in front of them, and then, I don't know that it was the soldier who knelt down first, and the people behind knelt down together.

This group knelt in unison with civilian officials.

Grandpa Bang looked at them and shook his head with a smile, his smile was so bitter.

"What a fool. ”

"Yes, you're the only one who understands. Wen Du's tone was quite soft and easy-going: "Speaking of which, if you are willing, this seat can introduce you, even if you don't want to stay in the south, it is also a good choice to look at the magnificent prairies in the north, after all, you are an understanding person, and you also have the strength that I dare not underestimate." ”

Wen Du's words made almost everyone show a look of envy and jealousy, and only Emperor Yue showed a look of hatred. "He's greedy for money. Emperor Yue's voice at this time was like the wind in the middle of winter, so cold that there was no trace of friendship.

"Shut up, there's no place for you to speak here, remember, from now on, you are a prisoner of the saints, not some emperor. Wen Du sneered.

"But, but this is the ...... in the agreement" Emperor Yue was anxious, his face flushed, and he wanted to come up and pull the sleeve of the sect leader, but he was blocked by the two kings.

"The agreement you signed with Li Xuanqi is a waste, how can you let the saint take the blame!" Wen Du seemed to be a little irritated and roared, and then turned to the explosion father-in-law Wen Yan said: "Don't listen to him, if you are willing to nod and help me sort out the large and small vassal kings along the Santu River, I can really protect you, and even the little emperor you support behind you can also be a quiet prince and manage a small piece of land, as long as you don't lead the troops, you are allowed to sacrifice to the ancestral temple, and finally it will not let the Zhao family's national glory be over like this." ”

His conditions were really unexpectedly attractive, and many civil and military generals looked at him with yearning in their eyes. A kneeling civil official even climbed up and tried to pull the corner of his father-in-law's robe.

However, the father-in-law of the explosion was disgusted and gave him a kick.

He didn't pay attention to Wen Du, but suddenly took a few steps forward, knelt down respectfully across the two Dharma kings, and kowtowed ten times to Emperor Yue neatly.

"Your Majesty, the old slave is wrong, he shouldn't contradict the emperor and make the emperor angry. He said and slapped himself casually, but in exchange for a cold snort from Emperor Yue, the meaning was obvious, Emperor Yue couldn't forgive him just looking at his little performance.