That earth-shattering style is actually based on the Great Incineration Technique, that is to say, the base of the entire spell position is a spell position that has been magnified many times by the Great Incineration Technique, and the spell position of the entire Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist is infiltrated in the middle, and many runes are stretched out and repeatedly piled up into the same shape as a scaffold, and a new rune array of the Sky Splitting Holy Flame Claw is constructed on it, and the fuel is connected to the Extinction Winter and the Earth Cracking Explosion Flame Chong, and then through the Extinction Winter is connected to the Immortal Tribulation Song that has just been generated, and finally, at the top of the spell bit, a and "" The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa is a spell rune like a soul rune, which is the control entrance of the entire spell bit. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This giant spell slot looks like a T-shape. Yinchen looked at it again and again, and finally made a seemingly random request. "Thor's forearm, can it be linked to [hack]?"

"It's a small thing. There was a violent vibration in the sea of qi, and the [Hacked] spell position was dragged from the corner and placed on the other side of the Immortal Tribulation Song, and in this way, this giant spell position about the size of the Demon Crying Slash Fist turned into a radiant cross.

It looks too much like the emblem of the Final Judgment.

After everything subsided, the thunder god and the ghost god were silent, and Silver Dust used his spiritual power to inspect his sea of qi, as if a king was inspecting an entire imperial city of boundless scale. The spell slots stand like tall buildings, and the four colors of red, blue, black and white complement each other, like a prosperous night scene. Silver Dust moved his right hand slightly, no different from before. He silently activated the Sky Splitting Holy Flame Claw, but he was shocked to see that his right hand was almost completely deformed, and above the fingertips, there were Senluo-like silver sharp claws, which looked not like human hands at all, but more like the forelimbs of some kind of hideous monster. His hands became slender and glowed with a silver glow like a senluo, red or blue flames erupted from his fingers, and streams of heat and cold swirled repeatedly, stirring the air around him, sending out a small circle of sparkling blizzards. Cold and heat hedge, space is distorted. Silver Dust looked closely at the silver-colored claws, which were not at all human-like, resembling the claws of tigers and leopards, the arthropods of some terrifying insects, and even a bit like the melee weapons installed in the hands of fully automatic weapons (killing robots).

"Kill the gods and destroy the Luo Immortal Tribulation Song!" Yinchen tried to recite the spell, and on the sharp right claw, a finger suddenly became transparent, bursting out with a blue sword light, the sword light was flat and wide, capable of stabbing and slashing, and with Yinchen's mind, it could shoot into the distance like a flying sword. Silver Dust popped out three fingers in a row, and 12 sharp swords burst out of the air, turning into 12 spears with great impact in the middle of the road.

"Great Incineration Spell!" The fingers of the light suddenly transformed into flaming claws, easily causing clouds of white-hot smoke to rise from the space, and the heat was enough to melt ordinary metal.

"Heartbreaker Chill Flame!" Immediately after the Great Incineration Spell, it turned into a cold blue flame, and when it was pointed out, everything froze and the wind shattered.

"Holy Flame!" The flame turned into light, and the dazzling silver light carried an incomparably sharp edge, piercing through the gold cracked stone, piercing through the armor, almost like probing for something. Silver Dust stopped, no need to test anymore, no need to question anymore, the Heaven Splitting Holy Flame Claw, used at the same time with the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa", can completely allow him to truly have the ability to fight hand-to-hand with warriors. He raised his left hand and clenched his fist lightly, and the dark demon crying slashing fist conjured a short, sharp black fist blade on his left hand.

The materialization spell is only now truly comprehended by Silver Dust. He stretched out the five fingers of his left hand and grabbed into the void, and the fiery red dragon-shaped chariot cannon appeared on his shoulder, he aimed at the void and nodded in satisfaction. He was more confident about tonight's actions.

The dust settled. The entire spell position of Xianqu was dismantled and absorbed by the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist, and a magnificent and inexplicable power came from the wrist of his right hand from time to time. Yinchen gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and felt a sense of exhaustion and relaxation as if he had survived the catastrophe, and a vague expectation for the future gradually formed in his mind. He knew that the so-called reunion of the Jianghu Alliance had completely failed, and the people of the Zhennan Gang had no reason to stay here, so instead of being buried in this city, it was better to turn grief and hatred into strength, retreat to the south, and try to make a comeback. For the first time in his life, he had the idea of establishing a Jianghu force that belonged to him alone, and this idea was very arbitrary, even a little brutal, because the Jianghu force in his mind would belong to him alone, and he could not even pass it on to the children he might have in the future. This force may be able to start with such a small remnant of the Zhennan Gang, and of course, it can also find some outcasts or some rabble. This power, this organization, this secret group, must take his personal will as the whole, and treat him as an emperor or even a god, and after his death, this organization will also be destroyed with him, and will become a funerary object to be brought into his tomb. This organization is not a Nazi, it is not a cult, but a higher civilization built on another lower civilization, a cancerous terrorist organ, like deepgroud warriors, like nests. Silver Dust wants to establish such a terrifying organization, with the aim of quickly changing the face of the entire world in his lifetime.

"We can't let the world be blinded any longer. It's time for the fire of civilization to burn!" The silver pupils lit up with a cruel golden light.

Silver-colored fingers tapped on the table, and after a while, a purple light flashed, and the computer that accompanied him to highlight the secret realm appeared on the table. Since the terminal was turned into a spell bit by him to inhale the sea of qi, he rarely directly opened the Canonikor civilization, and more often used this visible way of operation.

It only takes 6 light clicks to link Wen Qingsong and Lu Qingyun's headphones to this computer. Half of the 14-inch screen appeared, and the other half was a clear black.

"Fourth Brother Wen, pull the hood next to you, okay, don't go too far, don't let others see what is on your ears. Yinchen gave Wen Qingsong an instruction through the built-in microphone of the notebook, Wen Qingsong paused obviously, obviously a little stunned, and then he reached out and pulled the hood, making the picture become the whole.

The small earphone is equipped with an auxiliary visual sampling sensor on the Canonicor mechanical puppet firearm, which outputs a relatively clear color image, and at the same time installs a positioning chip, a sound collection component, a microphone and a series of sophisticated electronic equipment. This earphone is not only produced by the war space of Silver Dust, it has also undergone the magical transformation of "Remnant Souls", and each earphone is infused with 36 remnant souls to form a positioning and teleportation circle belonging to dark magic. Don't look at it small, it is actually the crystallization of the two civilizations of technology and magic, in the Wind Source Continent, this thing that only belongs to the rare white artifact, has some characteristics of the holy weapon.

"Come on, come on, brothers from the Zhennan Gang! Come and sit! Oh, this time it's really hard for you!" Long Aotian's voice came out of the stereo unexpectedly, and the voice sounded so harsh to Yinchen today.

In the picture, Long Aotian was still wearing a clean robe as expected, but this time he was replaced by a brown robe, and the golden fine patterns on the robe made Yinchen feel spicy.

"Others are sacrificing their lives in the front, and this guy is hiding in the back. He said softly, seeing that the picture shook for a moment, it was very hot Wen Qingsong heard this.

The height of the picture suddenly decreased, and it was obvious that Wen Qingsong sat down. Two women wearing Shenhai Sect blue and white robes served tea to Wen Qingsong, but Wen Qingsong just caught the teacup and didn't even make a move to hit his lips.

"The main organ of the Dragon League is exhausted, sitting in the Shenhai Palace, winning the battle outside, and now the army is defeated for thousands of miles, Wen admires it, and does not dare to drink the reward of the alliance leader. Wen Qingsong indifferently raised the teacup in his hand, gestured to Long Aotian, and put it aside. Silver Dust could clearly see Long Aotian's face suddenly stiffen.

But apparently, he must have been scolded many times. Except for his face stiffened, he said nothing else.

"Fourth Brother Wen laughed, the Duhu Mansion is only a few miles away from here, how can you say a thousand miles?" Long Aotian's tone was much softer than the last time they met, and he always maintained a eunuch-like expression on his face, which made Wen Qingsong feel disgusted and made Yinchen want to shoot a divine killing.

It was a mixture of servile and shameless expressions, like a mass of trampled dung.

"One hundred and eighty-two heroes in the Jianghu League, how many are left who have not been harmed by the Northerners and Tartars?!" Wen Qingsong's voice suddenly rose and became sharp and sharp, cutting through the air like the edge of a sharp axe. "That's it!" In the place where Yinchen couldn't see, there were suddenly several voices of harmony, these voices were wrapped in anger, but also wrapped in anxiety and fear, but there was not the slightest awe of Long Aotian.

"Originally, there was a huge reunion, if everyone worked together and commanded properly, I am afraid that now the capital has been defeated! But look at you, ha! The self-proclaimed No. 1 Righteous Dao Shenhai Sect in the rivers and lakes? It is said that it is to replace the Shenjian Gate to support half the sky in the rivers and lakes? What is the result? Everyone is not stupid, right? Look at the so-called directions of your self-righteousness! How many of our brothers have been killed for no reason?! It's not that Wen dislikes the incompetence of the people of your Shenhai faction, Wen Mou believes that the people of your Shenhai faction collude with the northerners and the Tartars, and want to plot the great rivers and mountains of the empire! Otherwise, you can make this mistake?!" Wen Qingsong became more and more passionate the more he spoke, and Long Aotian licked his words, at first he just smiled sweetly, and when the words of "colluding with the northerners" came out, he couldn't help but change his face greatly.

"Wen Qingsong, don't go too far!" Long Aotian screamed, his voice somehow lacking the smell of a man at the moment, and screaming like a woman. Obviously, Wen Qingsong's heart-wrenching words, and the few survivors next to him who came to this secret stronghold to gather like Wen Qingsong, looked at Long Aotian's eyes were no longer very friendly.

There were only five people on Long Aotian's side, two women serving tea, two bodyguard-like men, and himself, the stick was not there, and nine times out of ten he also fell into the prison of the northerners. On Wen Qingsong's side, twenty-one people from the surviving nineteen sects, plus Wen Qingsong, a total of 22 people, if these people unite and form an army, I am afraid that Long Aotian will be difficult to resist.

Silver Dust quietly observed Long Aotian's expression through the screen, the fleeting fear was in stark contrast to the anger that erupted from him, which somehow made him even more convinced that this person was colluding with the northerners. Silver Dust zoomed out the screen and opened another program on the computer, where a sketchy map appeared, on which two flashing blue dots represented Wen Qingsong and Lu Qingyun, one standing still, and the other moving forward rapidly.

Silver Dust's mouse slowly leaned over the "teleportback" option. He knew what would happen after pressing it, after all, those two headphones were actually the dark alchemy products he had added to "Remnant Souls", not ordinary Kanonicor industrial products.

Five years is enough time for Silver Dust to integrate dark enchantment techniques such as "Remnant Soul" into the knowledge of dark alchemy.

"What? Isn't what Wen said wrong? Surnamed Long, don't think that if you are the leader of the big dragon and the leader of the Great Alliance, no one will be able to cure you! You tell me, what is going on with the army of the northerners who are all over the sky in the Duhu Mansion? On weekdays, we heroes have sneaked in the Duhu Mansion several times, when have we seen so many ironclad soldiers? Why are these soldiers mobilized in such a small Blood Yang City, and we who came to help the fist don't know? Tell me, you would like to give a good explanation to our twenty or so brethren now! Why did so many Tartar troops lay in ambush in the Metropolitan Protectorate on the night we attacked the Metropolitan Protectorate? Moreover, they hid in the women's boudoir, disguised as all sorts of inconspicuous fellows, and suddenly killed them horizontally and vertically?" Wen Qingsong shouted with red eyes, as soon as he remembered that most of the few remaining members of their Zhennan Gang were now in the prison of the Northerners, and it was the prison of the most brutal and vicious Jianzhou slave, he couldn't help but want to cut off this guy's head with an axe.

"How do I know why so many soldiers were put in the Beacon City that was killed that day!, I'm so fucking afraid of death!" Long Aotian's eyes also turned red at this time, and a trace of innocence and resentment flashed inexplicably in his bloodshot eyes. That was the divine light that made Yinchen's heart slightly greasy, and it completely cut off his idea of letting this guy go.

"Pretend! continue to pretend! These days, pretending to be forced to be kicked by a donkey, pretending to be pitiful and pretending to be innocent will be struck by lightning!" Magicians are like that, sometimes quite stubborn, and it is difficult to change one thing when they recognize it. Yin Xueli's arrest, Sakura Shixuan's struggle, Cao Zaili's clumsy performance, and the treacherous turmoil in the Duhu Mansion all made him unable to think that Long Aotian might just be a victim of great ambition and talent, and could only make him conclude that Long Aotian had long colluded with the northerners to become a leper dog under the chains of Jianzhou's slaves. He didn't know that Long Aotian really didn't collude with the northerners, and now the failure of the incident is fundamentally because Long Aotian and his Shenhai faction are ignorant, inexperienced, ambitious and talented, and can't play the tactics of going deep behind enemy lines and armed raids, and they also use the old routine of dealing with corrupt and incompetent southern magistrates to deal with elite northern officers. (To be continued.) )