"What do they say, do you have any specific plans?" Yehverin Soetuk ignored Zhang Weiwu's sighs, and if he did, he couldn't help, and what he had to do now was to find a way to solve the problem at hand.

"There is no plan, they are thieves, and they know that once they go to the child, they are afraid that they will not be able to leave even a complete corpse, so they ...... I plan to take the entire Tianxing Martial Arts Hall, and the hundreds of southerners imprisoned in the patrol camp to be the cannon fodder. ”

"It's ...... It's a trick!"

"What kind of trick can Jianzhou slaves use?" Zhang Weiwu squinted at him: "You don't think that the old man calls them 'court' and 'lord' to his face, and he really wants this court in his heart, right?" Young man, you are too naïve, if it weren't for the family business here, how could you live so aggrieved......

"Shall we ...... I thought I should give it a try. Suo Etuk lowered his head and thought for a while, and a shrewd light flashed in his eyes: "If this thing is only what the true king wants, then the little brother of Silver Dust must also have something unspeakable, I should test it and see if there is a way to completely separate them! Even if we don't, we can find a way to hook up with him and use this thing to calculate Han Rinxu, or that Newgret!" He put his head to Zhang Weiwu's ear and muttered a lot, Zhang Weiwu's face only had a look of shock.

"This trick is too dangerous!" Zhang Weiwu couldn't believe it: "What's more, this thing is not authentic!"

"But in the end, the little brother of Silver Dust can at least get rid of the grip of the true king, the old man can complete the reputation of the martial arts hall, and on our side, we can at least know what the real king wants to do. ”

"Saying that you are not a slave of Jianzhou, this method is not much different from that of a slave of Jianzhou. Zhang Weiwu shook his head: "The old man thinks that if he can complete the reputation of the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym, the bones of the old decay and the people in the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall who seem to have just escaped from the tiger's mouth, but are actually no longer saved, will be sacrificed, but it doesn't hurt! ”

"But my method, I have to try, after all, in the end, I can almost keep the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion, and also leave a little network for Ama (the steppe people's honorific name for their father) in the future, maybe when I will have to send something to the south!" Soetuk's voice was low, but his tone was bright, his eyes flashed with glory, and his body was surrounded by cold, just like autumn, full of sacrificial bravery.

"You're just a boy!" Zhang Weiwu stood up and tried to hold down Suo Etuk, who was about to leave the table, but he dodged him.

"My uncle's brothers are not worse than me!" he said proudly, turning and walking out the door, disappearing like a gust of wind.

"This thief God, let no one live!" Seeing that a tragedy of family destruction was born in front of him, Zhang Weiwu was powerless to stop it, a small light crystal cup can take the lives of many heroes, I have to say that the light device belongs to each other, and fate is connected.

[Half an hour later, Tieliu Inn]

When he settled down the two of them like a rich big brother, Yinchen really felt a little exhausted.

Although he knew that he couldn't do anything about himself with an ordinary sneak attack, he still couldn't change the habit of a mage who had lost his shield, and he always maintained a high degree of vigilance, and since he entered the Shield Heavenly Mansion, he had been tense and nervous, and he couldn't even sleep.

What's more, in the past few days, there have been frequent accidents at night, what kind of sleep can he sleep on?

He sat down lazily, not even willing to eat, took out the light instrument casually, and looked at it carefully, and in the white silver pupils, there was a dark red light like a scan line.

Yinchen didn't have time to sigh that such a light weapon could actually cause such a big turmoil, causing hundreds of people from the two sects to fight and kill, and even affecting most of the people in the Eight Banners of Jianzhou to rush for thousands of miles. Silverdust wouldn't be naïve enough to think that Soetuk would single-handedly find himself behind him, with the entire Yehverin clan standing.

He wanted to get up now, to replicate the rain of locks in this small room, and end what seemed to him a almost pointless fight, but he couldn't, he felt his strength and energy almost exhausted like never before.

He stretched out his hand and lazily laid defensive enchantments in the room, these defensive enchantments only served as a warning and psychological comfort to him, and he didn't really need them now.

He was no longer a magician.

Silver Dust looked at the Rain of Trapped Locks, and then withdrew it into the imaginary space, and after thinking about it, he decided to make an inferior knockoff product out of confusion first, so he ordered Gabriel to extract this thing, make an equal model with amethyst, and five minutes later, he took out the first model and placed it on the wooden cabinet at the head of the bed.

Silver Dust lay down with his head in his hands.

His mind began to constantly replay the experience from the high-altitude forced landing to the present, paragraph by piece, scene by scene, entering the Duntianfu with an invincible attitude, the encounter with Zhang Jiu'er, assassinating Nano Future, getting out of trouble underground, gathering all kinds of things in the building, the Jianzhou slave officer who didn't know the name (he didn't remember Guardoxing's name), the small fights and peaceful nights in the inn in the town, the Wulu Village was frightened, and finally it was time to kill the so-called "Ding Dynasty Elders" , this road is not wonderful for ordinary people, but it is a thrilling adventure, and for him now, it is extremely boring.

He could feel the anger in his heart when Liu Tianji died, the nausea of the ignorant empress rolling in his stomach when he appeared in front of him, and the anxiety in his heart when Lin Xuanchen was in trouble, but what he cared more about was that he was in danger, surrounded, hunted down, and when the powerful edge of the Chosen Spear pointed at his throat, the invisible shackles that trapped him were faintly loosened. It seems that as a god, he should not stand on the zenith and look down on all beings, but should incarnate as a mortal, shuttling through the red dust, looking for the kind of opportunity that can make him progress and make a breakthrough.

He can feel that when those shackles are really broken free, it is when he goes further, and he can feel even more that the so-called boredom in his heart is the panic of losing the possibility of progress.

The realm of God is different from all the realms he has experienced before. The basic disk of this realm is too big and too big, so that any slight progress will make him pay an extremely high price, but Yinchen doesn't dare not make progress, dare not stagnation, he has already felt that the wind source does not seem to be entirely kind to him, otherwise why extract his ice law and develop the Chosen One, the Heavenly Change, and the winter is coming?

He used to have a lot of special magic, some of which were unique to Gabriel, but now he is known to the whole world through the heavens, ice stand-ins, war spirit possession, black form weapons, divine transformation, ice flash, blizzard, ice form, all of these things, once his magic, but now he can't use it himself. To be fair, this is the most serious intellectual property infringement crime, but in the face of Fengyuan, he can't even find a place to reason. He can't help but feel disgust and even fear for this, and he has to guard against the covetousness of the will of the world that is "almost" with a young woman for him, as well as the hometown he hides in his heart, so he must become stronger, at least to surpass his current self, beyond this stage of power that was "gifted" by the wind source, for the future situation, fundamentally speaking, he actually has no plan at all.

And the opportunity to go further was when he was under siege, or rather, when he was really trapped in the earth attribute cage. At that time, he, like the former thunder god and ghost god, had no way to get out of it within the scope of his own divine power and divine skills, and it was almost a certain death situation, and what he relied on was Chiyou's divine will and Gabroyle's arcane.

The ensuing battle in the cottage confirmed his guess, he had an immortal god body, and it seemed that he was pushed by fate, and he had to fall into the whirlpool of endless danger, to pursue something, to experience something, he didn't know why this happened, and he didn't even know if this change was another set of serial sets given to him by the wind source, but he knew that the only direction he could work towards now was this.

Therefore, when the people of the whole world are avoiding danger, he can only use the courage of sacrificing his life to face it head-on, just as no mage faces the torrent of armor, not cowardly hiding behind the knight, but carrying the magic shield on his shoulder and holding the spell to face the difficulties. "Ask for the life of the people of the world", a creed that only a mage from Evil Luo Hai City would abide by, has now become a blood-colored ladder for Silver Dust to reach a higher realm.

Yinchen felt that he was really cornered by the peerless learning of the saint.

He lay down, and was about to plan a real melee magic training path for himself, so as to suit the special situation that he had to be in the fairy land now, but suddenly felt an abnormal feeling of fatigue, this feeling of poverty was like the feeling that appeared after taking a bath, like the feeling after doing strenuous exercise with Lin Xuanchen, soft and comfortable, which was enough to minimize people's vigilance.

Yinchen felt very inconsistent at this time, his body was relaxed and soft, but his spirit was highly concentrated, like a leopard facing unknown dangers.

He vaguely smelled a scent of cork, which made him feel like he was in the middle of a forest, and every pore of his body felt very happy. The aroma itself has a cool and refreshing taste, it is not irritating or has any hallucinogenic effect, it just relaxes the whole body and calms the mind. Under the effect of this aroma, Yinchen felt that his divine consciousness seemed to be a little more condensed, and his thinking was a little clearer, as if this was a good time to meditate.

Now that Silver Dust is meditating, he can no longer improve his magic power, he can only gain insight into his own mind, and perfect his enemy skills, enchantment and forging skills in his mind, etc., he has just set the goal of refining himself with melee combat and danger, and at this time he naturally enters a state of meditation, exploring the advantages and defects in his melee magic, and perfecting magic martial arts.

He closed his eyes, as if sleeping, and a layer of golden light slowly appeared on the outline of his thin body, and colorful elemental particles floated in the room, like an otherworldly phantom light insect. He didn't lose his vigilance, he just wanted to see what such a person who deliberately used "Guben Tranquility Incense" as a sweat medicine was trying to do. "Guben Tranquility Incense" is actually a kind of first-aid medicine with anesthetic effect, the aroma emitted can make people weak, the motor nerve is slightly inhibited, and at the same time the blood is diluted, the wound is contracted and closed, the central nervous system and vagus nerve are excited, and the organ failure is prevented. The price of this incense is never cheap, and no one would think of using it against others in the so-called anesthetic gas.

But the problem is that the anesthetic effect produced by the solid essence of the incense, which is a life-saving medicine, will not be recognized by any human immune mechanism at all, even if it is a special physique like silver dust, it will be absorbed as a tonic, so even the so-called gods have no resistance at all.

Those people are the dead soldiers who really use all means to achieve their goals—"death warriors" who live like controlled corpses, who have long thought that they are dead, and that the whole world will have no value and faith.

Silver Dust estimated that the people of Ling Xiao Pavilion would break into the room immediately, whether they were coming in from the door, from the window, or from some small gap like Ding Mao, it didn't matter, the people of Ling Xiao Pavilion were completely helpless in the face of Silver Dust.

As a law god, Silver Dust's current state is extremely special, he can't use any battle soul and soul energy, and he can't even use summoned creatures similar to soul beasts, but at the same time, he is even more unaffected by soul qi than Wang Jue, and any magic moves, even any attacks with an icy aura have no effect on him.

He was now concentrating on how to shorten the required range and shorten the preparation time to a few tenths of a second or even a hundredth of a second while maintaining the original form and maximum power of the magic.

The sound of the flute was like a cry, and it made people break their hearts and intestines, and Yinchen, who was sorting out his combat experience, suddenly opened his eyes, and in his silver pupils, a golden sharp edge flashed.

In his field of vision, invisible ripples rippled in the transparent air, and the depths of the ripples were full of penetrating cold, which was not like ice, but more like water, like cold dew suddenly condensed in the corner of the wall, and like soft frost that was almost liquid. The invisible cold air fluctuated lightly with the sound of the flute, like the dark and seductive dance steps of the phantom evil spirit in the dark night.