Silver Dust stretched out his hand and touched the heavy city gate, he only made one action.

The door, as if controlled by some invisible electrification mechanism, opened silently. The nineteen-ton gate, during the whole process of opening the door, did not make any sound, and was as quiet as the dead silence of the end of the world.

The door opened almost six paces wide, and it was not fully opened, and not kneeling was enough for the thin and immature Silver Dust.

He walked into the north gate of the Dun Heavenly Mansion.

The door closed silently behind him, and it wasn't until it was all done that a brief siren came out behind him.

"Is it useful...... Silver Dust snorted coldly, and walked forward, and in front of him, an identical section of the city wall appeared, and there were several identical gates on the city wall.

Everything was as he had just seen, as if he had never opened the door silently with some mysterious power. Yinchen knows that this is Duntianfu, the proud "urn city".

He walked forward, his silver robe standing out, for there was no one but him in the urn city to the north—

The crossbow arrows whistled towards him, and then stopped in mid-air strangely, motionless, neither falling nor continuing to fly, the Dharma God's body was not protected by any protection, it seemed that he did not even have an immovable body, it was completely like a flesh and blood, but the space around him seemed to be another world entirely, a world that completely took the laws of physics seriously. Whether it was the bow or the iron bullet from the artillery, it suddenly stopped a kilometer away from him, hovering in the air as if it had been glued to him, until the silver dust came out of the five zhang and suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. Such a strange scene made the officers and soldiers defending the city furious, thinking that this person was blessed by heaven and had the protection of the gods, and could not attack indiscriminately, so they stopped the attack under the orders of Xiao Shen, who was the commander of several ranks. The Jianzhou slave who defended the city was not a fool, knowing that such a large city could not be captured by one person, not to mention that although this person behaved a little strangely, he came from the north, maybe not an assassin sent from the south!

At this time, although Yinchen was wearing a silver robe, he also put on his hood, and his silver robe was nothing in the south where all kinds of silver silk threads were now abundant, even in the north, he might not be so maverick, so no one would naively think that he was a silver-haired demon, and although a few hours had passed since the nuclear bombardment, the Jianzhou slaves guarding the city did not know the news that the Crying Buddha had completely disappeared, so they naturally did not think of the huge impact that the lone intruder at this time could have on the city.

However, it is better to take precautions. Several military chiefs at the head of the city saw that things were a little weird, so they quietly told the Indra priest who was in charge of the city's security and "education", these Shinto guys are the most suitable people to deal with this kind of weird and abnormal guys.

In this way, Yinchen actually walked through the entire Urn City without any danger, and even the north gate of the real Shield Heaven City automatically opened a small crack only one step wide before he used the means, allowing him to pass through, which could be regarded as the city welcoming him.

However, when Silver Dust walked into the real city, he found that he seemed to be indifferent and changed the world.

The world is still the same world, but it is not the world that is familiar to the mage. In his impression, the southern empire in the world, or the realm of the old southern kingdom, is actually a seven-colored painted scroll composed of idyllic songs and a number of Xiuhang, a Gusu, a Yingtianfu, and a Pershing city, the flow of people is like weaving, the traffic is busy, the merchants are prosperous, the silk on everyone's body can be called the purple and red, the buildings on both sides of the street are majestic and beautiful, and the eaves and arches are the seven-colored glazed roofs, which are all put together to meet the "south" of the new god of law and silver dust The expectation of the two words, and the shield sky he saw at this time was a fragmented picture, the bright bustling city and the dark famine and the end of the world hedged, as if the moment he entered the door, it became a hedge between heaven and hell.

Yinchen didn't know at this time, the city gate north of Duntianfu was not closed until three days ago when his troops arrived near the Elk Basin, before that, although the city changed hands twice, but the city gate facing north had not been closed for more than half a year, in order to close the gate tightly this time, the old soldiers of Jianzhou slaves used whips to whip the coolies caught from elsewhere, and shoveled cat feces in the track under the door all morning.

The entire city was completely cut off from the flow of people only three days ago, and the food reserves are likely enough to squander this "small city" of tens of thousands of people for a few months, provided that the slaves of Jianzhou do not send reinforcements during these months.

It's a pity that even the North Gate, which had only been closed for three days, was going to open again one day later. When the mage entered the city, the news that the "Northern Wu Emperor" was personally conquering Duntian could not be blocked, and none of the people in the entire city seemed to have the luxury of expecting Prince Zhao Guangyi from the south to rescue him.

Because of the emperor, the people in the whole city seem to be in a kind of blind self-confidence, Yinchen is walking on the main sword avenue in the shield city, and is still stumbling with the posture of the god of law, because at this time, although the street is not shoulder to shoulder, but it must be called a busy traffic, a large number of Jianzhou soldiers are freshly dressed and angry, and the guns behind them go straight into the sky, in the bright and sultry sun, each bronze spear tip reflects a green light, like a quenched fang. Next to the soldiers, there are larger-scale civilians, or rich merchants, because the slaves of Jianzhou are good at breeding and operating, although the sea is forbidden but the inland trade is not forbidden, so that the Duntianfu, which has been rich by the north-south trade, is still the two rivers at this time, and the people who are merchants, without the divine power to protect the body, it is impossible to ensure the safety of life and property, so the merchants on the street, most of them are equipped with treasures, followed by several bodyguards with big shoulders and round waists, which makes the originally crowded street a little crowded. Yinchen walked a short distance on the street, and saw 153 civilians who could afford to wear silk robes, but found that none of them were under the weight of the body! Although they were cultivating the battle stream instead of the Gangfeng, this kind of cultivation also made the mage vigilant, and suddenly found that the rivers and lakes he saw now were no longer the rivers and lakes he had seen five years ago, or even the rivers and lakes he saw when he returned from the secret realm of the East China Sea. The Divine Civilization, under the dual impetus of ice and wind, has shown signs of moving forward.

On the main street, flowers are blooming, everyone is dressed in fresh clothes, even young women, they are dressed as brightly as Caixia. On both sides of the street, the eaves and arches are facing, under the colored glazed roofs, the plaques are in rows, the gates are open like a forest, and the little two in each shop greet each other with smiling faces, as if they have never felt that the clouds of war have spread, and there is no smell of danger from such a major event as closing the four city gates. Yinchen looked up at the sky, only to see a whole piece of bright and innocent blue, there was not a trace of clouds, he could only gesture to the sun with a middle finger, and plunged into an alley.

Enter the alley and you're in another world.

As soon as the mage entered the alley, he saw a large man in a blue robe approaching him, with a gloomy face, his eyebrows raised, his blue robe covering his body, the silk was tensed by the muscles underneath, and it looked like a leotard with wide sleeves and a hood and a loose hem. On the chest of the big man, there is a copper sheet embroidered on the blue fabric, and the copper plate is engraved with the scene of a cloud being pierced by a fist, which is a metaphor for the fist cracking the clouds and the sky, and the martial arts break the sky.

The well-known dart game in the north, the first martial arts hall in Pan Yangcheng, is also the place where the "nightmare" began.

The man with horizontal eyebrows looks almost as big as Yinchen, a young man as strong as an ox, and at this time, he has a fierce and vicious face, and he is walking towards Yinchen step by step with a threat, the breath on his body is not a few times into the body, but seven times of qi, in today's Jianghu heroes generally require to enter the realm of the body, a little shrimp like Zhang Baisheng are in the sinister rivers and lakes where the qi is wandering, it is still considered to be a strong outstanding, Yinchen does not know at this time, this person is walking around casually in Duntian City, and the probability of encountering someone stronger than himself may not exceed one percent。

He walked over menacingly, and a blue light appeared all over his body, it was not the power of "Qingfeng Duel", it was the power of "Snow Peak Battle", "Snow Peak Duel" It was a divine skill that came out of the depths of the Kurizalid prairie, and he began to cultivate the battle stream five years before the Gangfeng prevailed.

The wind and snow swirled around the man's body, each snowflake sharp as a blade. The boy walked over, not a weapon in his hand, but a child's corpse.

It was the corpse of a three-year-old child, too thin to tell if it was a boy or a girl, the corpse was not an inch, the ribs were high and protruding, even a little glaring, but the limbs were as thin as the bones of leftover chicken, the skin of the corpse was pale, reflecting the winter cold in the sun. The boy was carrying one of the thin legs of the child corpse, and when he saw a guy running with silver walking into the alley, he gently threw the child corpse over.

He was provoking, provoking a man who had no ice fluctuations on his body, and would walk the alleys that the big men would never go, the robe on the white-robed man in his eyes was the cheapest, the kind of silk that could not be dyed, almost only the broken nobles would wear this "colorless" thing, the texture of the silk thread of the mercury silkworm was between the worst silk of flax fiber, and the yield was greater than that of flax, and it was called "wild silk" , it is the dress of the lower people, the prison uniform of the superior people, and the person who wears such clothes, if there is no cold ice fluctuation on his body, and he has to drill into the dirty and rancid alleys, then he is a soft egg who can be bullied casually.

So the boy threw the child's corpse over, today because he lost his gambling, he needs to help some people clean the streets and alleys to pay back, he is also an inconspicuous little shrimp in the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall anyway, and there is no shame in helping to clean up, but looking at the starvation everywhere in the alley, he is also upset.

The poor little child was thrown over, easily avoided by the silver dust, but what could not be avoided was the lying corpses almost everywhere in this alley.

The gambler who lost the last pair of panties, the old and decrepit prostitute and the little turtle slave she gave birth to, the second child who was dismissed, the child whose parents went bankrupt and fled, the disabled child, the disabled adult, the beggar called Hanako, and of course, the house slave of the ruined aristocracy who lost everything and lost everything who was raided, and the landless peasants who risked their lives to come to the city to beg for a living, and the bankrupt tenants, are all concentrated in this shield heavenly city, and the darkness behind the flowers. The world has always been gray and blue, no matter the spring leaves are blooming, the summer flowers are gorgeous, and they are always as cruel as winter.

In the alleys, feces and urine flowed, mosquitoes and flies flew around, rats screamed happily instead of vultures, cruelly gnawing at the corpses of all lodging people, flesh and bones, brains and internal organs, and in an instant there was only a puddle of blood, which was not a mouse, but a piranha with four legs.

"Damn! Don't gamble next time, no more! This time I was deceived by Hu Hansan, if I wasn't afraid that I would be accused of Lao Zhangtou and kicked out of the dart game, how could I come here to do this!" The young man turned around angrily, and the large amount of cold ice poured into his hands completely isolated the palm from the moldy corpse, and grabbed another pool of half-decomposed corpses and stretched them directly towards the silver dust.

The corpse fell apart in the air, and the entrails and blood suddenly solidified into ice, spilling out like a shotgun and heading for the silver dust hood.

The Dharma God stretched out a primary color hand under the crown and shook it lightly in the air, as if he wanted to grab a handful of air and turn it into a gangfeng, but the wind did not fly around him, and the silver dust of the Dharma God realm now almost forgot all the spells, and only one thought, meaning the law, can conjure any magic.

Even if this kind of magic requires elements, he is not familiar with.

He stretched out his hand and shook it in the air, and the good parallel light radiated by the huge sun above his head suddenly converged and turned into a thick laser, enveloping the rotting corpse with a bang, and purifying the tattered corpse into nothingness with the scattered internal organs in an instant, but retaining the ice qi attached to it, flying in front of Silver Dust in the form of a cloud of smoothies, and even passing directly through Silver Dust's body.

The Dharma God had already turned into a phantom, and in an instant, he floated forward ten zhang, almost in front of the young man. When the boy saw the mage's move, his heart became nervous. "Is this person from the Black Qi Building or the Lingxiao Pavilion?" such an evil path...... he thought so, the ice condensed on his hands immediately, but he did not punch him, but put on a defensive posture, I have to say, the combat education of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall is very successful, in the face of a strong enemy, there is no point in attacking, defense is meaningful, although defense means being injured and losing the opportunity to attack, thirsty defense will definitely reduce the damage and leave life, and attack, once it is guarded by a master, an anti-ghost will kill the life is gone.