"Wait!Is it because of Wei Wuliang's dead old man?!" As soon as Du Chuanchang thought of Wei Wuliang, he immediately made up a picture of Yinchen fighting the purple wind with the help of Wei Wuliang's remaining strength, "That old ghost, I didn't expect it...... He actually had such an idea! Damn! Why didn't he choose this seat?!" Du Chuanchang scolded hatefully, and his fear of Yinchen was also half eliminated. In his opinion www.biquge.info even if Yinchen did not directly obtain the power of the Merge Dao level because of Wei Wuliang's inheritance before his death, then he would definitely inherit some kind of trick that could burst out of the Merge Dao level or even half of the Void Level, but the cost of such a "forbidden technique" must be very large.

If this is the case, then isn't the silver dust at this time very weak and allowed to be slaughtered?

His eyes lit up as he looked at Silver Dust.

Silver Dust didn't say yes, nor did he say no. He just took his eyes off Du Chuanchang and locked on Feng Lieshan, he saw that Feng Lieshan was still low-key with his head down, and he was wearing a very disproportionate red robe.

Yinchen's performance made Du Chuanchang take it for granted that he had acquiesced. And Wan Jianxin on the side hurriedly took a step forward to block the silver dust, but was pushed away by him.

He stared coldly downward. Standing proudly on the silver-white figure on the high platform, a purple-black flame of light slowly emanated, and a desolate and terrifying momentum like an ancient mad beast suddenly erupted from him, as if all the momentum, all the coercion, and all the invisible oppressive force fields between heaven and earth were all gathered on the body of the holy mage. The pillar of light disappeared, and the five books of the Dark Throne behind him suddenly lost all their brilliance, and they were like five of the most ordinary thick leather books, silently suspended on the top of the one-person-high stone pillar, like a subdued ghost. The purple-black flame of light turned into a huge crown, and it seemed to be a robe descended by some divine power between heaven and earth, wrapping the silver-white figure, adding an irresistible and powerful aura to the holy mage. Yinchen looked indifferently at the black crowd below, there was no fear on his little face, only a divine might that thousands of troops and horses were relieved.

"Friends of the righteous path! In Xia Jiang Lishi! Do you fellow Daoists remember that a month ago, we made a blood alliance on the side of that Wangtian Peak, wanting to seize the five books of this evil and dark kingship, uphold justice, and suppress all evil in the world? Now that I am fortunate enough to get the five books, I am naturally willing to share the righteous path in the world, but everyone present has to prove that I am a righteous path monk who is jealous and hateful!" Jiang Lishi's voice sounded out at an inopportune time, breaking the momentum that Yinchen had just lifted. The people of the Golden Sword Sect have not experienced the pain of Wan Jian Xin's betrayal by the master, and they still don't know much about the current righteous path, and they are gradually being eaten and infiltrated by the evil way.

Jiang Lishi hugged his fists and saluted after speaking, but found that the people below did not respond in the slightest. Everyone stared at Silver Dust directly, because the momentum he had just exuded was almost more terrifying than that of the Yuanying Great Perfection monk.

It was his soul ability, the Heavenly Tribulation.

Yinchen didn't speak, he only raised a hand, the palm turned upward, and a black cloud of smoke slowly rose above the white silver palm, which quickly condensed into a pitch-black ball. The air stirred with a heavy stream, and the space around the black ball began to ripple and twist like water waves, and the powerful black magic "Havoc End", which had rarely been used since leaving Pan Yang City, reappeared in the world above his palm.

"Uncle Jiang, don't talk about it, I've already seen through the ideas of those so-called righteous paths. Yinchen's voice was very indifferent and empty, as if the audio emitted by a machine without the slightest emotion: "The two most famous righteous sects in the world, the Divine Sword Sect and the Iron Palm Gang, where are you? Oh yes, it turns out that both of you have gone to be the 'public' male pet of the Holy Water Sect!" He deliberately said the word "public" clearly, and most of the people in the Holy Water Sect changed their faces.

"Huangkou Xiao'er! Didn't your parents teach you the proper etiquette?" Mingquan became angry when he heard this, and he didn't know which unlucky disciple he borrowed a long sword, and immediately pulled out the sword with a bang, pointed at Yinchen's nose and scolded.

"My parents really haven't taught me how to be polite to a ****. Yinchen said coldly, and at the same time, he quietly and deliberately stared at Mingquan's eyes full of anger.

The silver pupils suddenly turned dark red, and the invisible dark power rushed into Mingquan's mind through the connection of sight. The "Soul Ascension" was quietly launched, but it did not directly kill Mingquan's soul as he imagined.

Mingquan just took a moment, and then fell to the sky as soon as her eyes were closed, the vitality in her body saved her life at the last moment, and she sealed her soul in her body, and did not rush out of the heavenly spirit cover and fly into the sky. Even so, Mingquan was seriously injured, let alone draw his sword and move within three or five minutes, it is difficult to say whether he can be conscious or not.

The huge momentum formed a heavy Liulan, which revolved around the small figure like a metal wind, making the people below dare not make any movements. After the five books of the Evil Dark Throne lost their light, they had gradually become restless, and it seemed that they could break away from the seal of the stone pillar at any time and fly into the hands of one of the lucky people in the Golden Sword Gate.

"Yinchen, do you still want to take away the five books in front of so many people?" At this time, Du Chuanchang spoke again, and with his words, the people of the Mowei Pavilion Group moved forward as a whole. At the same time, the people who scattered the cultivation and handed over the divine power of the Quartet actually climbed up to the high platform silently, and confronted the people of the Golden Dao Gate who were shrinking the defense line at close range.

Wan Jian wanted to block Yinchen again, but he didn't succeed, the people of the Golden Sword Gate shrank into a small circle, and guarded the female elder and Lin Xuanchen in the middle, Lin Xuanchen's body was too small, from the time they just went up to the high platform to the present, she has been completely blocked by others, and she was not discovered by the people of the Holy Water Sect and the Interpretation Language Sect below.

At this moment, Wan Jianxin and Yinchen were hanging alone outside the defensive circle of the Golden Sword Gate, while the people of the Golden Sword Gate were alone guarding the five stone pillars behind them.

Thirteen people against a thousand, for the warriors this is an impossible battle to win, even the Yuanying master does not dare to threaten a thousand enemies, at most a hundred enemies are already the legendary cattle people. Although the dozen or so people of the Golden Dao Gate were the first to discover the five books, because the number was too small, they would not become a fifth force independent of the four major forces at all.

"Du Chuanchang, you are actually mistaken, I didn't want to snatch the five books in front of so many people, but I want you to agree that I take the five books!" As he spoke, the black ball of light in his hand flew out suddenly, and then exploded through the crowd.

There were no explosions, no shocks, just a quiet and savage pressure. The black ball of light suddenly spread to a diameter of three hundred meters, instantly engulfing a small half of this mysterious and vast underground space.

No screams, no moans of pain, not even any response. Those who were shrouded in darkness only had time to send out the wind on their bodies to protect their bodies, and then they completely disappeared into eternal darkness.

The transparent protective body qi of various attributes only had time to flash in the darkness, and then it disappeared completely, disappearing forever, the darkness passed, the flesh and blood turned into mud, as if a whole battleship was brutally crushed overhead, and what was hidden in the large black fog was actually tons of invisible steel, when the power of the wind was violently crushed by the dark power, the mortal body that lost its defense was extremely fragile, and under the darkness and tranquility, there were no rules, no mercy, and the simple power of the dumping.

Heaven and earth are millstones, all things are grains, and the dark power that has become incomparably violent under the increase of the "Heavenly Tribulation" has ruthlessly smashed the bodies of hundreds of people into mud together with their Gangfeng, their martial arts, and their beliefs.

"The catastrophe is over. The voice of the Holy Mage was in the darkness, like the Grim Reaper's Confession. Hundreds of people turned red in an instant, and the monks who were gradually restless calmed down instantly. AOE, the eternal pain of the warrior profession, even if it is a Yuanying master, no one has ever been able to kill a hundred people in one move! Even if a Yuanying master can enter and exit a few times among a thousand people, killing more than a hundred enemies, then he has to kill them one by one, where can anyone kill a hundred people in an instant?

The Holy Mage's group killing magic was even more shocking than his momentum. For thousands of years, the monks have been accustomed to one-on-one real sword and gun fighting, and no one has ever seen a person who can take the lives of a hundred people in an instant, coupled with the cruel death of a hundred people's flesh and blood, all the monks, including those monks with strong hearts and strong wills, such as Wan Jianxin, feel as terrifying as if facing a natural disaster. At this moment, the crowd quieted down, and the thousands of people surrounding the thirteen people of the Golden Sword Gate actually retreated spontaneously and slowly in an orderly manner.

They pressed up because everyone had a kind of luck mentality, hoping that when they rushed forward, the enemy just ran out of strength because they had fought with the people in front of them, and they all hoped that they were just the guy who stabbed the black knife in the cold. This is a kind of group mentality, relying on the strength of the crowd, relying on the belief that "two fists are invincible to four hands", or even just being strengthened by the shouts and killing voices of the people around them, no matter what their own strength is, they rush forward with a whine. However, this kind of group mentality completely disappeared after Silver Dust released a wide range of magic, because suddenly, everyone did not have any luck, everyone and the people around them would be killed in an instant, and no one would fight the enemy first to consume their physical strength, and suddenly everyone was directly facing the horror of death. It's like a group of people with knives who dare to charge at a master with two knives, but no one dares to charge at a man with a machine gun. What the Silver Dust Holy Mage showed to these monks was precisely the greatest advantage of the mage over melee combaters, the advantage of killing efficiency.

"The people here might kill this weird boy in three or two. Such thoughts spread through the population like an out-of-control epidemic. Let everyone feel the fear of facing a natural disaster. One can not be afraid of anyone, any opponent, but unless it is one of those madmen who have completely annihilated human nature, no one is not afraid of natural disasters, and no one is not afraid of the great power of nature.

What's more, Yinchen didn't stop at this time, he still had dark magic that was more terrifying than "The End of the Tribulation", although his previous dark magic was aimed at a single target, but after he accepted Wei Wuliang's inheritance, when his sea of consciousness was completely transformed into the realm of light, but it was centered on a dark soul rune, he began to explore the group killing technique of dark magic, because the group killing magic was the most suitable for the soul ability called "Heavenly Tribulation".

Darkness is converted into electricity, pure blue thunder light beats in the silver dust's hands, this is a move that is smaller than the power and range of the Ten Thousand Gods Thunder Sword, but the release speed is terrifyingly high dark magic, when the holy mage's arcane magic is replaced by light magic, the ice can be properly transformed into Gangfeng, the flame can be transformed into flowing clouds, and darkness can naturally be transformed into thunder and lightning at the right time, although this transformation is only the transformation of the appearance, only to make the magic easier to release, their interior, is still ice, fire and darkness.

Blue lightning bloomed in Silver Dust's fingertips, instantly piercing through everyone in the fan-shaped area at a sixty-degree angle in front of him, no one fell, no one was injured, no one even felt anything, except for an extra black lightning mark on their foreheads, there was no visible change.

However, in the next second, small black balls suddenly gathered in the sky, as if the black fate that fell from the sky, accurately hit the mark of each black lightning, and accurately turned each head protected by the thick invisible wind into a rotten watermelon. The black balls were like aerial bombs dropped by airplanes, and like meteorites falling from outer space, each of them was no more than ten centimeters in diameter, weighing a ton, and the speed of the fall was like throwing it from a height of three thousand meters.

"Big Black Sky Strikes Thunder Mountain!"

At this moment, another 75 heroes with superb cultivation became the headless corpses of the lodging, and this time the silver dust specifically attacked the people of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and almost instantly wiped out the most powerful wave of monks in the Demon Wei Pavilion group.

Du Chuanchang and Feng Lieshan, fortunately, did not rush too far and escaped this almost sudden catastrophe.

After two spells, the speed of the monks' backkicks suddenly increased. On the high platform, only the people of the Golden Sword Gate remained.

The monks retreated to the periphery of the platform, almost thirty meters away, and reformed a loose encirclement line, this time the original four forces were mixed together and became a whole patch of color. All the monks were looking forward to it, even if there was a powerful Saint Mage between them and the Five Books, it would not be able to extinguish the greed in their hearts for the source of the world's divine powers. (To be continued.) )