In the face of the comrades-in-arms at the previous moment, many people, whether they were people from the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall or people from the Thousand Miles Illusion, couldn't do it at all, and they were suddenly overturned to the ground, the current passed through the body, and the vitality was cut off, and after a while, they became one of these weird zombies again. When Zhang Weiwu saw this, he couldn't help but crack, roared wildly, and raised his hand to send out a blizzard that was about to envelop the few Tianxing Martial Arts Hall disciples who rushed up in front of him.

In the midst of the wind and snow, several electric lights suddenly lit up, and then the electric light combined into a net, forcing the wind and snow back. The power of thunder and lightning on these zombies can actually turn into Gangfeng, and it is a very strong Gangfeng, combined with the power of thunder and lightning, and can even fight with the masters of the Distraction Realm.

What's even more terrifying is that they can form an army.

"Gangfeng ?!!" Zhang Weiwu let out a half-exclamation, and his voice was suppressed by a terrifying cold aura, and the air suddenly rolled into a heavy pressure, as well as a severe cold that almost acted purely on the spirit. This cold, specifically, is fear.

The terrifying mental pressure fell from the sky, and the sky that was gradually becoming clear and lit up suddenly became a dark night as solemn as ink, in the dark night, the starlight was dim, and the vision became blurred, and at the same time, the shadows under his feet suddenly danced wildly, and the edge of the shadow island grew sharp blood-red energy spikes.

The power of the shadows, the frost in place, is the power of the thunderbolts.

The power of the shadow has almost become a forgotten power, since the change of the East China Sea, the only magician has also used arcane magic to resist the enemy most of the time, and it seems that he has never used the deep power of darkness again, but at this time, this power suddenly became active, forming a black airflow column on the ground, all the zombies shrouded by the airflow pillar, were cut and crushed into blood mist by the endless sharp and sharp force within a second, allowing a large amount of electric light to explode, there was no slightest blocking effect, this energy opposite to the thunder and lightning and the power of light, transformed into a sharp dark blood-red blade, brutally slashing and killing all inhuman things。

Shadow Blade, the real correct way to use the shadow power, is also a spell without any backlash and negative spiritual influence, the blade passed, a black cold, this cold is not damp, but quite dry. It doesn't feel like some kind of air conditioning, but like the underworld.

The shadow erupted, and the blood-red blade of light gently slid across the field, the fire was extinguished, the thunder was extinguished, the zombies turned into minced meat, and the rolling and splattering blood mist gathered at this moment and suddenly condensed into ice.

The silent frost suddenly erupted in the depths of the darkness, it was not the power of one person, but the result of many people urging the war spirit at the same time, the silent cold spread in the night, and the dampness carried a paralyzing poison. Then, the footsteps sounded, chaotic as chaos, monotonous as a song. The sound of many footsteps converged into the sound of locusts crossing the border, and suddenly it sounded from many places where it was impossible to hide people, and gradually converged, as if dissociating from the black fog, forming a human wall in front of Zhang Weiwu and Liu Tianji.

Yinchen swiped a big card this time, and took a carriage alone with Lin Xuanchen, while the two of them took another carriage, and were carried by the two hundred people sent by the rainstorm and the carriage stacked with sundries, and drove to Wulu Village.

Before the carriage suddenly stopped, he was discussing with Lin Xuanchen whether to find a way to let the people of the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion escort him for him, or let the Thousand Miles Illusion chase the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion all the way to the vicinity of Pan Yang, and then solve the matter of the light weapon, so that the Thousand Miles Illusion could be regarded as escorting Pan Yang?

"It's better to save it as soon as possible, how can this be like words. When Lin Xuanchen finished saying this, the carriage stopped.

Yinchen immediately removed the soundproof barrier, and then heard Zhang Cheng's voice coming from outside, "Sir, it's not good, Wulu Village is on fire, and the whole thing is burning......"

"How is it possible!" Yinchen almost jumped up, there were peripheral members of the Xuantian Pavilion in Wulu Village, unless these people went crazy and set fire to themselves, otherwise, when the fire started, it must mean that these people had been killed.

The struggle in the rivers and lakes is not an ordinary cruelty, and before anyone sets fire, they must first "clear the field", and the forces that can clear the field will inevitably swell to the point where they are not afraid of any other force to crusade.

The peripheral members of Xuantian Pavilion, no one's strength is under a Xuanzi, the righteous path is like this, the one who can really be released to go to the rivers and lakes must be the elite who has mastered the killing dao, the realm is not important, the important thing is that almost no one can still play a normal level when they are shrouded by the opponent's killing dao.

The power of killing is even more powerful than the Chosen Spear.

Those who can capture and kill the person who kills the Dao must also kill the Dao, or some other more shady means. Yinchen immediately jumped out of the car, and what he saw was not only the firelight, but also the gathered yin qi.

The magician's sensitivity to the fluctuations of the force field has long reached the point where the human flesh has an active phased array radar, as the only mage and god, Silver Dust naturally only uses his eyes to see, and he can see wisps of purple lines winding from the surrounding ground, converging like snakes towards many points in the wooden village, but it is clear that the situation is not an arcane magic array. He swept it slightly with his divine thoughts, even if the accuracy was worse than that of a mechanical scan, he could feel a large amount of negative emotions in that purple energy, as well as an even greater amount of energy that made him extremely familiar.

Thunder.

"Absolute Yin Thunder Corpse?" Silver Dust couldn't help but think of the lightning skeleton mage he had once summoned, and naturally knew the basic characteristics of this zombie-like necromancer, "Thunder and undead dual attribute evil creatures, not afraid of holy light, but- afraid of dark curses!"

He immediately thought of a way to deal with it, and at this moment, the Fa God did not have the slightest distraction in his heart, only a will, which was to remove these filthy things that should not appear in the human world in the first place.

Zombies besiege the city, plague accompanies him, he used to have no prejudice against necromantic magic, but now it is different, no god likes to see the army of necromancy in his kingdom of God, never, because the appearance of the army of necromancy means a natural disaster of the undead, and the natural disaster will inevitably greatly reduce the population of the aborigines of the kingdom of God, and if the population decreases, the power of the entire kingdom of God will be weakened, and the gods who completely bind their own power to the power of the kingdom of God, no matter what god they are, must be greatly weakened or even directly destroyed.

Silver Dust, who has these common senses in his mind, naturally won't be soft, and he doesn't care whose interests will be touched by destroying these undead, even if it is a ghost or a curse, he can compensate for it in other ways, and if it is an enemy, "Then it will be purified together." ”

Silver Dust took a few steps forward, at least two feet away from the carriage, and the horses behind him sensed the danger and snorted and refused to move forward. "Brother Zhang Cheng, help pacify the horse. He said without looking back.

"Okay, but let me remind you, the sect master has already brought people to kill it, let's ......"

"I'll talk about it when I'm done. ”

"You're going to want to ...... The sect master is in the fire!"

"I can tell friend from foe, this is not a forbidden move!"

Yinchen's words relieved Zhang Cheng a little, but when he saw the black magic array that gradually emerged under Yinchen's feet, he became a little worried. "It can't be an evil spell, right?" he muttered to himself, not asking the silver-haired boy who had already focused.

The power of darkness condensed a noble staff, and Yinchen used the bottom end of the staff to depict the main veins of the magic array on the ground, and then gently used the magic wand to use a magic wand to subdue the magic wand, which is Shaolin's mastery.

He only made one move, which seemed to be subtle, but it gave people a strong sense of unfinished, because he omitted all the subsequent moves, leaving only one and six moves so alone, which was the first move in the wand method.

He didn't add any spell casting gestures, nor did he chant a word, and the staff gathered from the darkness in his hand, like a command from heaven and earth, directing the movement of almost all the shadows in heaven and earth as the sun gradually rose.

On the earth, dark whirlpools gathered, which were dark energies that were gathered together, and when these dark energies converged to a certain amount, the dark canopy, a well-known collateral effect of shadow magic, suddenly appeared in the sky.

Within a radius of a few miles, day and night reversed, the stars dimmed, and nightmarish darkness shrouded it, and large shadows came alive and turned into blades of darkness.

"Hell Lock!" Silver Dust only then announced the name of the spell.

This murmuring low and hoarse chant almost became the only sound between heaven and earth. When darkness and cold are combined to express the effect of the dark canopy in the form of a cold winter night, because the shadow of the dark canopy is infinitely powerful, it wreaks havoc in the target area designated by the Silver Dust Divine Thought, and changes into a lot of gear-like blade wheels, rotating and flying out of the plane of the earth, straight up to the canopy, they rotate the upward path, and under the condensation effect of the shadow power, they become black pillars of knives, like the blade bearings in a meat grinder, spinning and smashing all the undead that can be reached. Helllock Slash, a new invention of Silverdust's magic, is actually just an upgraded version of the Dark Judgment, a special magic for dark mages to deal with necromancers.

The dark shadow blade strangled the undead, and it lasted for a breath before it stopped, and the dark canopy slowly receded, and instead of warmth, the morning sun brought a wet chill and murderous intent. Fashen rubbed his ears a little annoyed, "I thought that since there was someone to protect me, I could be lazy and not watch the real-time tracking of the space-based monitoring system, but I didn't do it to the point that I actually planted such a big heel." ”

His rear, as if appearing out of thin air, suddenly there were many more disheveled soldiers, of course, the clothing and mental state of these soldiers are almost no different from the migrant workers during the financial crisis, their combat effectiveness is also at the level of migrant workers in Yinchen's opinion, these lack of equipment and lack of real will to fight, let's just become unemployed vagrants, at this time are staring at Yinchen with bright eyes, Zhang Cheng and a few disciples of Tianhongtang around him, the greed in the eyes of these people is not like a jackal, but closer to locusts.

Zhang Cheng twisted his neck, while breaking out in a cold sweat while glancing at the enemy army behind him, these ragged guys were holding big knives in their hands, but they were all good guys, the cyan handle was obviously standard equipment, and the white and bright blades were condensed with snowflake-like cold and poisonous patterns, although they were staggering, but the momentum was integrated, forming a loose chaotic army that was completely crushed by numbers. Zhang Cheng made a rough estimate that there were probably a few hundred people blocking the back road, and they were only a few dozen people after the thousands of miles of illusion were broken.

He turned his head to Yinchen, but saw Yinchen looking intently in the direction of Wulu Village, where several flags that no one had ever seen were slowly erected.

"Okay. Yinchen showed a rare smile, and that smile made Zhang Cheng feel a hint of hellish cold. He knew in his heart that the silver-white haired little boy in front of him was the "Demon of the Battle".

"No one can beat him in a great army, even if he is alone. Zhang Cheng remembered the rumors that began to spread in the rivers and lakes from nowhere, and the fear of being besieged by the army suddenly eased a lot, and his body involuntarily leaned over, but was pushed away by Yinchen, "Go away, you're not a girl, don't get so close to me!"

"You ——!" A tic-tac-toe appeared on Zhang Cheng's head, obviously ridiculed by Yinchen's tone, and the original little fear in his heart also dissipated without a trace. He took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked Yinchen, "Sir, the sect master is now under siege,...... How sure are you?"

"It depends on whether the opponent is willing to come out and fight. Yinchen's tone became serious, "There are at least five thousand people around." ”

"Five thousand!" Zhang Cheng's voice couldn't help but be much higher, "Who the hell are they-"

"It must be some local force that has come to fight the autumn wind...... It can't be the people on the rivers and lakes who can mobilize such a large-scale number of soldiers...... "Yinchen sighed, "Today's rivers and lakes, the sky has changed." ”

"yes. The warnings of the cold winter have been staged in the major cities, and in July and August, the moats were frozen like stones......" Zhang Cheng was deeply touched, and suddenly asked a very irrelevant question, "Is His Royal Highness the True King still reclaiming wasteland?"

"No, he was going to think about seeds, fertilizers and water conservancy. Yinchen replied nonchalantly, but he keenly felt that Zhang Cheng's throat moved slightly.

A somewhat awkward silence enveloped it, engulfing all sorts of mysterious and dexterous thoughts under the thick air of a curtain. In the Wulu Village far away, Zhang Weiwu took the rest of the people and made peace with Liu Tianji.

The powerful enemy they faced was actually very generous in letting them move.

The people of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall and the Rainstorm Sect have reconciled, or rather, they have been forced to retreat to one place by the incomparably large army.

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