"Can you dig to a depth of less than five zhang? Are you a groundhog?" Zhang Mengmeng gave him a hygienic eye.

"Anyway, it's mine!" Yinchen simply played Lai, at this time, Liang Yunguang was fighting with Du Chuanchang.

"It's yours, yes, but this treasure is no ordinary divine weapon. Zhang Mengmeng said with a straight face: "It is one of the few 'flying god soldiers' on the Fengyuan Continent where we are located. ”

"[Flying God Soldier]?" Silver Dust learned a new word today, first [Juyuan Style], then [Flying God Soldier], and he felt more and more that the world he was in did not seem to be a simple colonial star.

"[Flying Divine Soldier], as the name suggests, is a divine soldier that can fly, or it can be thrown out to hit the enemy ten feet away. It's just that throwing it requires a lot of skill. Zhang Mengmeng patiently explained: "Can hit ten zhang away, good strength can hit twenty zhang away, for monks, is a very powerful killer, this kind of flying god soldiers, the refining method is extremely special, the success rate is also very low, their biggest advantage is that they can keep the Gang Feng infused in the divine soldiers has not decreased, until they hit the target or fall to the ground." Of course, they are also flawed, the Flying God Soldiers are generally heavy hidden weapons and the like, like the Zhen Sect Treasure [Heavenly Ghost Advent] of this gate, all of which require strong arm strength, and because the human wind cannot be sent out beyond five zhang, even ordinary people can't send one zhang away, so once this kind of flying god soldier is out of his hands, he can't control it at all. If you slash an enemy and fall to the ground, you have to run over and pick it up to get it back, so no one is bored throwing this kind of thing to kill an enemy unless they are sure of killing them with one hit. ”

"That's right. Yinchen tried his best to pretend to be disappointed, in fact, he was not disappointed at all, but secretly happy in his heart, he thought that he couldn't throw these two small axes of more than a pound out of two hundred meters, that is to say, he couldn't fly out of his own domain at all, and he couldn't control these two treasures, so wouldn't he be able to control these two treasures?

"It doesn't sound like it's useful, but if it's used well, it's invincible when it comes to sneak attacks and kills, no one in this world can feel the fluctuation of the wind ten zhang away, if you throw it from behind......" Zhang Mengmeng looked at the small axe in his hand with envy.

"Will it break your brain?" Yinchen replied nonchalantly, making Zhang Mengmeng's face even paler, as if the boy didn't care about that bloody scene at all.

Yinchen chatted with Zhang Mengmeng for a few more words, and let Zhang Mengmeng leave, because some of the "senior aunts" of the Holy Water Sect came to her, according to Zhang Mengmeng, a large part of the women of the Holy Water Sect are the wives and daughters of high-ranking officials in the imperial court, and even princesses and monarchs, so in order to show their status, this sect has no disciples, and the lowest-level members are also "senior aunts", "laymen" and the like.

Yinchen didn't have time to think about all kinds of messy things in the Holy Water Sect, and after he watched Zhang Mengmeng leave, he hurriedly pulled the tent tightly so that no peeping eyes could come in. He didn't have the leisure time to care about the life and death of Liang Yunguang under Du Chuanchang's hands (not to mention that he didn't know what happened to Liang Yunguang at this time), nor did he have the leisure to care about what to eat for dinner at the other Demon Dao Righteous Paths, let alone have the leisure to socialize and network, chant poems, compose lyrics and sing small tunes, at this time he was devoting himself to taking out the black cube from the arcane space.

This cube is the only product of the Remnant Soul Sutra that Silver Dust has ever seen that can fully withstand the power of light. Everything else that is brewed with the "Remnant Soul Sound", including the immortal song, is completely dark attribute, and it will be damaged or even destroyed if it is infused with the power of light. It's not that this cube is special, but it's actually because the mana required for the magic of [Hacking] is very low, and it is even difficult to produce elemental compensation. This cube gives Silver Dust the feeling of being more like an arcane alchemy product than a dark alchemy product.

Silver Dust sat cross-legged on the straw mat that had been raised a lot by Zhang Mengmeng again, held the cube with both hands, reverently recited the incantation, and activated his spell position.

The golden light brightened up in an instant, and even illuminated the entire tent transparently, and then returned to normal in the next instant, and several temporary disciples generally nibbled on mutton chops while looking over suspiciously, and saw which was the youngest, but dared to contradict the elder's terrifying disciple's tent, and then quickly turned his head to look elsewhere. For a temporary disciple who only has seven to ten levels in the Peiyuan realm, that little ancestor can't afford to provoke him, otherwise he will be killed for no reason, and even the elders won't dare to stand up for themselves, so they can only die in vain!

Silver Dust closed his eyes and concentrated his spiritual will to the maximum, 195 meters away in the air, at the edge of the realm, that is, more than a hundred meters directly above the terrifying huge eye, an invisible, erected huge disc structure A small edge appeared in Silver Dust's mind, it was an arc, with dense arcs of various shapes of ghost-like things, in Silver Dust's mind showed a bloody red outline. Silver Dust was 100% sure that it was a transparent magic circle, because he had only returned from the top of Wangtian Peak an hour ago, and there was not a huge disc suspended in the air.

From the arc, it can be calculated that the diameter of the disk, at least a hundred paces away, will definitely not be underestimated by the huge Wupeng eyeball. The blood-red strange outline is not static, but slowly changes with the rotation of the disk, changing again and again, observing a circle, the silver dust can probably be distinguished, it is the pattern of countless people or animals being drained of blood, as well as some ancient characters unique to the Wind Source Continent that the silver dust does not recognize at all. Silver Dust was sure that this was a formation, or to be precise, it was the [Juyuan Style] that opened the secret realm.

Silver Dust Huo Ran opened his eyes, and in his silver-colored pupils, a storm of time and space blew, as if hundreds of millions of worlds were destroyed under the explosion of energy that tore through time and space. He nodded solemnly and firmly, and finally made up his mind.

"hackin," he whispered, a spell that would be enough to change the entire Wind Source Continent in the future.

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"Junior, Hugh is rude!" 35 bone-piercing nails flew towards Du Chuanchang.

The chief disciple of the Poison Dragon Sect chuckled coldly, and the three-colored light was full of light, and he threw a punch into the void, without the sound of the heavens and the earth, without the barbarism of everything with a single punch, only an incomparably fast three-color lightning slashed in the air, and then quickly spread into a three-color Qi shield, steadily blocking 35 sharp and slender bone-piercing nails attached to gray-white ghosts. In the next second, a frying-like sound sounded, and the thirty-five bone-piercing nails were actually corroded clean by a stream of green smoke, and they disappeared into the air without even a bit of slag, and Du Chuanchang, who was completing the staggered defense, slammed his body, and then flew straight towards Wan Jianxin as if pushed by an invisible and irresistible huge force, and finally turned to a distance of two zhang in front of Wan Jianxin, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Du Chuanchang only felt as if a hundred copper bells were stuffed into his head, and the tinkling rang non-stop, and Venus was also popping up in front of him, seeing anything was seven or eight ghosts, and his heart was also shocked, thinking that this Demon Wei Pavilion's one-handed ghost system Yuan Force, it was really good, not only was the wind thick and long, but the power (mechanical thrust) was amazing, and this special attribute of mental interference alone was enough to make the enemy lose his combat effectiveness in an instant. Du Chuanchang coughed and coughed three times, and then spit out a mouthful of blood again, and finally let his brain stop clanging, and then he settled down and climbed up.

"The Demon Pavilion uses the means of bullying the small, and the deity can be regarded as having comprehended it, hmph! Don't let the deity seize the opportunity in the future!" Du Chuanchang arched his hand viciously, and it was regarded as a greeting to the man. At this time, the man was leaning down to look at Liang Yunguang's injuries.

Liang Yunguang's face was pale, and dark cyan plum blossoms floated up from the depths of the tissues under his cheeks, imprinted on the skin, and the center of the plum blossoms was a small abscess as a fly's head that had been corroded by toxins, some of which had been broken, and streams of orange-yellow pus and blood flowed out, exuding a chilling rancid stench. Yan Guiluo leaned down at this moment, frowning and looking at Liang Yunguang, who was extremely poisonous in his body, completely indifferent to that poison.