"Before the Xuan Power has been purified and condensed, it is indeed the black magic power that those aliens say. www.biquge.info"The Xuan Power comes from the deep space above the zenith, and it is difficult to perceive and mobilize it during the day, and it can only be used infinitely at night, but the Xuan Power must not be equated with the dark power!

Chi You said, and a brilliant holy sword slowly grew in his hand.

"Xuan Li is the power attracted from deep space, and those who use this power worship the sky, and the sky in the sky is Xuan, which means black. We are of Chinese descent, Xuanfa Xuantong, naturally Xuanli orthodoxy, wizard aristocracy! And the so-called yellow is the color of the land, is the color of the hometown! Heaven and earth Xuanhuang, heaven and earth yellow, on behalf of us standing on the earth, controlling the divine power of the sky, naturally this world nobles, should live in Kyushu forever. Chi You said, his voice and expression were full of pure sacredness.

"Xuanli ......" Yinchen muttered in a low voice, his tone was full of instinctive longing, he already knew at this moment that the "origin", "root", "origin", "essence of magic", "magic way", and "supreme law" that magicians tirelessly pursued were actually hidden behind this so-called Xuanli, and it had been like this for trillions of years.

As smart as he is, he has already known through Chi You's narration that it is to invoke the ultimate power of the universe Changshu, that is, the power that Gabroyle has been pursuing for 100,000 years, and has never been able to have, beyond the heavenly level and beyond the world.

That's the end of magic.

"Okay, little cub, after all that, you should know what we should do next! I, Chiyou, am not a patient person, the things that teach the cubs are all done by the elders of the tribe, and I never do it!" Chiyou said, throwing Poseidon's trident to the ground, and then reaching out to pick up the silver dust.

"Wait, Mr. Chiyou, isn't there another way? we can actually ......" Yinchen struggled, holding Chiyou's arm with both hands, trying to pull his hand to the side, but he couldn't do this at all, because Chiyou's arm was as strong as a titanium casting.

"There is no other way. Chi You said coldly: "I have made up my mind, you can accept the inheritance obediently!"

He said as he threw the silver dust into the pool of blood.

This time, the blood pool still resisted the silver dust, and did not let him sink at all, but only let him float on the blood-colored water.

Suddenly, the blood pool calmed down, like a whole super giant agate mirror, and Silver Dust lay on the blood pool, and his whole body was bound by an invisible force field, unable to move.

He couldn't even cry.

He looked at Chi You, at the famous ancestor of the god of war, and at him raised the holy sword in his hand.

He transformed the holy sword into a short, glittering golden dagger, turned it upside down, and stabbed himself in the chest.

Yinchen wanted to struggle, wanted to shout, but he couldn't do anything at this time, he could only watch Chi You stab the dagger into his heart.

Chi You's handsome face was distorted, but he didn't let out any painful moans, and he could even chat with Silver Dust.

"I'm an immovable hegemon, I'm invincible in the world, except for the gods, no one can do anything about me, although now it's just a fake hegemon condensed by Xuanli......"

Yinchen was deeply touched, his Chi You's body was a super god soldier in itself, and in the archaeological documents of his hometown, it was clearly pointed out that his body could not be damaged in any way other than the Xuanyuan Sword, and it was estimated that even if he used nuclear missiles, it would not be a problem......

Chiyou pierced through the socket of the heart, and then slowly pulled down, cutting a half-foot-long opening. The blood remained, but he stood straight like a god, without bending his knees, he was the god of war, and he was a famous iron man among the Chinese ethnic group.

He put his right hand into his body, his face suddenly twisted and trembled a few times, Yinchen saw that his eyes were about to turn white, cold sweat fell one by one, and red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, his blood was hot, like red lava, dripping on the ground, and in an instant, it turned into clusters of small flames. His right hand was taken out, and in the palm of his hand, he held a steaming heart that was still trembling slightly.

"No!" Silver Dust's soul was screaming frantically, but his body couldn't say anything at all, and could only watch as Chi You threw his heart into a pool of blood.

Chi You put his hand into the wound between his chest and abdomen again, groped for it, took out two pieces of liver, and threw them into the pool of blood. He gasped for a moment, and black and purple blood oozed from the pores of his body. He took a deep breath, held it, and then gently and brutally tore the wound on his chest a few inches wider, and then reached in with both hands.

His expression suddenly stopped struggling, no longer distorted, and just slowly closed his eyes. His whole body tensed and froze, as if he had been struck by a huge electric current. Every muscle in his body trembled slightly from the severe pain, leaving a drop or two of snot unsightly for this iron man who was not afraid of pain and hardship from life to death, of course, Silver Dust knew that it should actually be tears.

His hands tugged violently outward, and two bright red, translucent sac-like objects appeared in his hands, which were his two alveoli.

The trachea and bronchi leaked out of the wound. Blood, like a fountain, splattered forward. Yinchen's face and body were covered with a lot of hot blood.

The moment the alveoli were thrown into the pool of blood, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. but they fell backwards, refusing to fall. His mouth opened and closed, as if he was telling what he was saying, and even if Silver Dust stared at his lips, he couldn't tell what he was talking about. He couldn't make any sound at the moment, because he didn't even have lungs.

He went backwards like that, farther and farther away, until at last he disappeared into the eternal darkness outside the round platform like an afterimage in a fog.

Pools of blood, rioting.

A huge whirlpool rose up from under Silver Dust's body at great speed, like the huge mouth of an evil spirit, completely engulfing him, Silver Dust's mouth, nose, eyes, ears, trachea, lungs, and even the stomach were full of bright red, as if diluted blood, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he had even lost his perception of life and death. He felt like a lifeless broken pocket, filled with an overdose of liquid.

His heart suddenly erupted with a stinging pain, as if something full of great energy was rapidly burrowing into the heart muscle, and he followed him with the same stabbing pain in his abdomen and chest, as if many invisible hands were performing surgery on him without anesthesia, replacing the organs in his body. Eventually, there were bursts of sharp throbbing pain all over his body, as if he was being crushed into a dried corpse, he was losing blood, losing all the blood in his body, and at that moment, he lost consciousness, and the last thing he felt was that his brain had been drained by some force.

He didn't feel any pain, he even lost the feeling of his limbs, like an abandoned wanderer, the only thing he could feel was his conscious existence, that is, he was still able to think.

In his sea of knowledge, there were suddenly ten times more memories, as if he had lived for tens of thousands of years in an instant, and most of those memories were about all kinds of murderous martial arts, and some of them seemed to teach people how to move a mountain or move the ocean really terrifying knowledge. He gradually regained some of his vision, and he could see the endless runes floating in front of him, which looked like things that had taken Chinese characters apart and put them back together, and the shapes of the squares revealed endless antiquity and mystery.

"Xuan power, also known as the power of the desolation, also known as the power of the witch god, is the most fundamental energy in the entire universe, and compared with it, magic power is like pure milk and diluted yogurt drinks, which are not the same. These words flowed through Yinchen's mind, and he couldn't control himself from thinking about them: "The Taixuan of the deep space can give birth to ice, flames, flowing water, wind, and light, and of course, thunder and light. As for other supernatural abilities such as darkness, death, contract, enchantment, alchemy, summoning, transformation, prophecy, astrology, activation, etc., they are all phenomena produced by Taixuan's direct action on certain objects, and these affected objects are the so-called spellcasting materials. ”

"A wizard with more wisdom than courage is good at manipulating thunder and lightning, and a strong man with more courage than wisdom is good at using light. Light and darkness are never hedged, but can be transformed into each other, at least, the power of darkness is transformed into the power of light, and the process can be controlled. ”

"Ice and fire should not be converted into each other, they should be honestly hedged, and experienced wizards are cold with ice and fire in one hand to repel strong enemies. ”

"The power of the wind has always been a support, not the main attack, the power of the wind seems to be nothing, but it can affect tangible objects, the wind and water combine to become thunder and lightning, and the wind and fire combine to become light. ”

............

I don't know how long it took, maybe a minute, maybe a day, maybe a year, maybe a century, before Yinchen slowly felt his body and slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils were still silvery-white, his hair was still silvery-white, and his arms had changed to a normal complexion, only his wrists and fingertips had turned silvery-white.

His silver-white robes were long gone, and he lay naked in the shape of an inverted pit with red masonry on the bottom, and a slope of long cyan stones that stretched to the ground.

The pool of blood dried up.

Silver Dust slowly stood up, stiffly taking out a new silver-white robe from the arcane space and putting it on. He didn't rush to climb to the ground, but sat down again after getting dressed, hugging his knees in a daze.

He didn't feel any spell slots.

He didn't even feel like he still had a field.

His sea of qi was completely destroyed, there was nothing, only a normal flesh and blood organization, the sea of qi near the dantian, existed in the form of a different space, and now that different space was the same as a robe, and it didn't know where to go.

He could feel the elements in the space, and only by feeling them, and he couldn't command them because he didn't have spell slots anymore.

All spell slots, all spell slots, all gone. Only the soul runes in the sea of consciousness still exist, only some of the spells solidified on his body still exist, his once incomparably surging magic power, his once proud hedging physique, the reversal of elemental polarization, and even the breakthrough of the boundary of elemental amplification power, all completely disappeared without a trace. At this time, he seemed to have lost all his cultivation of distraction one or two, and also lost the special aura that was integrated with heaven and earth, and became a real ordinary person.

The spell position was completely destroyed, the will of the thunder god and the ghost god was completely extinguished, and even how to use the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist, he no longer had the slightest impression, and the sadness of Lingxi's departure did not haunt him, because he felt that at this moment, or after that, he was no longer a mage.

He has become a pure Huaxia person, so can he continue his dream of being a mage?

He didn't know.

Silver Dust was at a loss, he didn't know where he should go, Chiyou's inheritance was heavier and more difficult than any inheritance he had mastered, because Silver Dust didn't even know who else could inherit these things besides himself.

Without the Huaxia bloodline, there would be no chance of inheritance, it seems that this should become a family tradition? But in this case, what should be done about the inheritance of the thunder god and the ghost god? What should be done about the inheritance of the Demon Pavilion?

He didn't know, the only thing he knew was that he had forgotten all the contents of Thor's Heaven and Earth Splitting Fist, and could only remember the contents of the Holy Light Hundred Split Claws, and at the same time, he could recall other contents in Thor's inheritance, such as how to use a sword.

He only knew that the content of the Demon Crying Slash Fist was still remembered, but it was no longer a punch style, but a set of punches, and if it was fully played, it could even replace the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist as his most powerful style, like a completely unsealed and fully awakened immortal song.

Of course, that requires melee.

He felt that his memories had been altered, or that the sharp pain in his brain before he lost consciousness was a sign of his memory being modified, right?

The spell bit disappeared, the memory was modified, and at this time, Silver Dust estimated that his combat power was only Pei Yuan Wuzhong. To make matters worse, he couldn't even bring out the Demon Cry Slash Fist in his head, because he didn't have any magic power to invoke, and all the knowledge in his memories was based on spell slots and dark magic.

His eyes widened, dazed and bitter, even though he knew that he was willing to wait to accept the final inheritance from his ancestors, but the price he paid was to deny everything he had for sixteen years.

Or even negate all of Gabroyle's civilization!

Such a blow would be devastating for him.

He is no longer Silver Dust, he is no longer the Holy Mage of Silver. He now has no rank, no attack, no defense, no mana, no magic, and all he can summon is two bracelets and a stabbing wand.