Of course, after they once again escaped from the outbreak of blue rats, this "huge" team, which originally had nearly two thousand people, but now only six hundred and a few people remained, also encountered the so-called "Great Array Instrument Spirit" in this place, and knew the same information as Silver Dust They knew, and the interesting thing is that the two of them were treated as a group of people by the Machine Spirit, and they jointly occupied a "competition place".

Of course, the machine spirit didn't care about how many forces they were, let alone whether they lived or died, just announced the so-called "rules of the game", and then dissipated into the air. Most of the people in the Demon Pavilion, including Feng Lieshan, were staring at the small island in the middle of the waterhole at this time, eagerly looking forward to the "unfolding" of the so-called true secret realm.

They simply set up camp next to the waterhole, and although the sisters of the Interpretation Sect and the two princes were very intolerant of the cold and strange environment here, they still couldn't twist the insistence of the disciples of the Demon Pavilion. The disciples of the Demon Power Pavilion excitedly rubbed their hands one by one, and after scribbling the camp, they began to practice the exercises, hoping to make a so-called breakthrough in the only hour of cultivation time every day.

Most of them have a temporary mentality, hoping to become a genius like Wan Jianxin overnight.

The red torches below shone brightly and bustling. The Erwang team, which had been running for most of the day, was already hungry at this time, and when the first swordfish was caught by the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, the entire camp erupted in cheers.

However, at this moment, at the top of the cliff almost directly above their heads, a man stood in front of a group of people, looking at them with a grim expression.

"See you again, the mojo of the Devil's Pavilion. The man shook his fluffy head, and the increasingly serious "hair erection disease" made him change back to the shape of killing Matt, but he had no head to kill Matt, but he didn't have the heart to kill Matt.

"It's like kraft candy that can't be shaken off. Zhao Lingyun, who was beside him, said indignantly: "Tell the master to get a few ballistas and shoot these bastards." ”

"It's easy to kill them, but I'm afraid we'll have to face that machine spirit alone, Demon Wei Pavilion and Zhao Detian have used it to squeeze us for so long, so it's time to play a little value, right?" Silver Dust stood on the very edge, looking at the bright lights below, and his silver pupils were full of treacherous black storms. The light around him was slowly getting stronger, like a young god gradually shining brightly, but in fact, in his hands, a huge darkness was converging.

"But how can we let those guys feel at ease and be cannon fodder?" Wan Jianxin asked Yinchen, "The people of the Demon Pavilion" are not good children. ”

"When a group of people is surrounded by a powerful force that they cannot fight, they choose to give in unconditionally, and when that force shows goodwill for a short time, submission briefly turns into loyalty. Zhao Lingyun recounted the content of Yinchen's class: "I think I already know what my teacher plans to do. ”

"Ah...... Well, maybe. Wan Jianxin's hair suddenly softened, turning back into the head shape of a normal young swordsman: "I don't think there will be another Tao Yuanyuan here at this time." ”

"Who is Tao Yuanyuan?" Zhao Lingyun asked, "It sounds like a woman's name." ”

"A puppet sect master who died in the Red Blood Demon Realm. Wan Jianxin said lightly, and Zhao Lingyun heard it with sweat and hair standing on end, almost completely cold from the inside out.

Yinchen turned around and took a serious look at Zhao Guangyi standing behind him, the ghost is very famous, when to rest, Yang Ziyi The four people, these four people who were led by Yinchen as elders, their faces were not very good-looking at this time, or rather, their faces were very lonely since Yinchen built the city. At this time, when did the old man take a break, he had long since lost the spirit of "criticizing the world" when he was in trouble with the Demon Wei Pavilion, and there was only a sense of loneliness with a hint of remorse. He watched Silver Dust retreat from the Flame Demon, issue a forbidden spell, cross the Black River, build a city, and then lead everyone to escape calmly from a group of monsters that could not be defeated or even injured, leaving the blue calamity in the sky to the Demon Wei Pavilion and the Reconciliation Language Sect to have a headache, all of which were already beyond the reach of a leader, and he knew that Silver Dust was not leading this team to move forward bravely in the face of adversity, but simply carrying all of them on their shoulders and moving forward alone.

From the moment the poison broke out, He Lao never thought about letting this disciplined team sacrifice half of the people, or even a large group of people to achieve the so-called "Killing Dao Comprehension", he said it impassionedly at the time, but in fact, the Suppression Realm and the Killing Dao Comprehension are two disconnected realms.

His idea was to use sacrifice in the most difficult times to stimulate the blood and understanding of those talented young people in the team, and in the midst of blood and despair, he quickly broke through his body and comprehended the mystery of killing. What he originally planned was an elite squad of only about forty people, but all of them comprehended the way of killing.

However, the existence of silver dust has made all sacrifices lose the opportunity, and as time goes by, more and more disciples gradually comprehend the mystery of killing through a relatively slow and safe way, and they are also like Wan Jian Xin, their hair slowly stands up, and the toxins in their bodies are gradually assimilated and dissolved.

He originally wanted the young people of the whole team to bear the suffering and crisis together, but he didn't expect that in the end, it turned out to be a young man who solved everything for all of them. He originally wanted to sacrifice some people and use blood to forge glory, but he didn't expect that a young man was willing to gamble everything for the lives of all of them. Looking at the silver dust that had been exhausted, He Lao couldn't suppress a feeling of self-blame in his heart, and he figured it out when Yinchen returned from the edge of the cliff to discuss with Zhao Lingyun, suppressing the opportunity to improve the cultivation of the realm and the comprehension of the killing path, compared to the efforts made by the silver dust, and the lives of these "children", it was not worth mentioning at all.

At this moment, he woke up, and the three "old men" around him almost had the same thoughts, the four "old guys" who were once extremely powerful, but now they are still strong in Pingyang, and they all built a bold and crazy plan in their hearts.

Compared with the righteous path disciples who are now in the prime of life, they are already the previous generation, and He Lao can even be said to be the previous generation, and the future world will definitely not belong to them, and the future righteous path is not something they can afford! They are now taking such an opportunity to comprehend and break through, it is no longer of much significance, instead of desperately sacrificing more than half of the younger generation to give themselves and the remaining survivors a chance, it is better to fight for their old life and give all the young people a more stable and greater chance.

Therefore, although their faces were gray and lonely, like the color of those necromantic plants, their eyes were invariably shining. Yinchen didn't know what they were thinking, he only felt that their expressions were terrifying, as terrifying as Wei Wuliang's last look. He was so hurt from that look that he turned to look at their expressions. Silver Dust shook his head, signaling them not to be impulsive, but the silent four elders also shook their heads, indicating that they would not change their minds.

Yin Chen's eyes wandered, he originally wanted to take advantage of the Demon Wei Pavilion disciples to make a sudden encirclement while they were eating, to shock them, but seeing the eyes of the four elders, he felt that once he went down, would the four elders use Pei Yuan's pitiful cultivation of the thirteenth level to pull Ming Quan and her desperately. If faced with such a result, Silver Dust felt that there was really no need for him to make a second contact with the Demon Pavilion.

He hesitated, but the four elders in front of him would not hesitate: "Begin, the people below are about to finish dinner, and missing the opportunity will give them time to set up their troops." He Lao said first, his tone unwavering, not like an order to Yinchen but like an order to himself.

The silver pupils flickered, followed by a deep black blizzard swirling deep in the depths of the pupils. "Die, die! It's a big deal to wipe out all the hostile forces here with a puppet, and then fight that machine spirit alone!" he was finally forced to become decisive in the eyes of the four elders. There was a huge amount of darkness condensed on his silver-colored right hand, and this cold and quiet dark aura was clenched in his palm, trembling, and it was about to turn into a crisis for the entire Demon Pavilion.

He suddenly squatted down to wash his body, and the magnitude of his movements made Wan Jianxin slightly startled. Silver Dust blasted into the ground with a punch like a burst of flames, and a huge and dignified dark power entered the cliff beneath his feet through his fist.

When the black lit up with a dark red flash, the disciples of the Demon Pavilion and the Liberation Language Sect were indulging in the bliss of the fried fish dinner. He Laozheng asked Ghost Li Ming for the last time if he had a chance of winning against Feng Lieshan alone. Wan Kenxin's hair was standing on end, making his head several times larger out of thin air. Yang Ziyi is adjusting her vitality, preparing to do the final hand-to-hand fight with Mingquan at the cost of shaking the foundation and even shaking her life.

At this moment, the earth shook violently.

"There was an earthquake?" Feng Lieshan said as he glared at Liang Yunfeng, who was shaking in front of him.

"It seems to be. Liang Yunfeng hurriedly looked up at the pitch-black and lofty dome, and there was a black emptiness in his field of vision, and not a single pebble had fallen.

In the next second, from the foot of the silver dust to the top of Feng Lieshan's head, the darkness on the entire side of the cliff exploded.

The sound of the explosion of the dark forces, what is the sound?

It was not the roar of a flame explosion, not the white air wave of the Gangfeng explosion, but the roar of a large metal machine at full power.

The darkness turned into a flood of black and blood-red lines, silently and brutally, flooding the entire camp and surrounding all the enemies of the True King's team. Feng Lieshan only reacted at this time, and while the skin of his whole body was tense, a lone "Enemy attack!" sounded like the wail of a wild wolf, which suddenly became viscous, and spread very slowly.

No response. All the disciples, whether they were the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, the Interpretation Sect, or the Cosmos Chrysanthemum, stared directly in front of them in horror, completely helpless as the black-red ball spun at high speed and slowly condensed, and under the effect of the Chi You Wan Transformation Technique, it turned into a thick cannon barrel, a cold machine gun, and a steel track that could crush flesh and bones.

A VTX-3000 was undoubtedly shocking in front of these samurai who had not yet been cleared of the remnants of primitive religion. However, when 1,000 identical tanks were placed in front of everyone with the size and military strength of the so-called "PLA chariot phalanx" recorded in the Kanonikle civilization, even the shock itself was swallowed up by fear. In the windless depths of the underground, in the eternal darkness of the night, under the illusion of the starry sky that suddenly opened, the sudden appearance of a whole phalanx of heavy tanks instantly suppressed the rebellion that was still in consciousness.

Everyone followed the instructions of the male voice coming from the loudspeaker, threw away their weapons and squatted down with their heads in their hands, including Feng Lieshan and Ming Quan. No one dared to resist, no one dared to question, and the fear of the Puppet Sect that went deep into their bone marrow dominated them, especially when facing a group of steel monsters that were far more powerful and terrifying than the lean and fierce puppets.

The darkness surged again, then condensed along the steep cliff, and finally turned into a dark-colored sightseeing elevator, and the four elders stepped into it first, and then the elevator went up and down, sending everyone to the bottom.

The Feng Guan's family was the last to go down, and he glanced back at the deep and dark path behind him, shook his head, and took a breath.

"The way of the world has changed, and I can't even understand it. ”

He walked into the elevator and the metal door closed, blocking out his words.

......

Yinchen walked out of the elevator and saw Ghost Liming standing beside Feng Lieshan, who was squatting with his head in his hands. The old man's voice spread out from the darkness like the Nine Nether Fires, like a poison that corroded life.

"Feng boy, have you grown up? You actually dare to hit the old man with the idea? Think about how many years it has only been since the old man left the mountain gate?" The voice of the ghost is full of memories of the past, as well as disappointment in the present and the future: "Think about the beginning, when Tian Wanzai and Sang Tianliang had not yet broken up, what was the scenery of the Mowei Pavilion at that time? At that time, the old man, as soon as he stood at the gate of the mountain, those little people, including you kid, automatically detoured, and now what about the Mowei Pavilion falls, do you have the courage to do things to the old man?"

"At that time, Mingquan came up with the method himself! It has nothing to do with this seat! Return to the old man, this seat respects you as a senior, but do you dare not use these 'strange skills' to see the truth with this seat's subordinates in the open?"

"Huh, the wings are stiff?" Ghost Liming's wrinkled face showed a sneer like a shark, and the vitality in his body first operated rapidly in the way of a fetal breath secret technique, driving all the toxins scattered in his body to the Shaochong acupoint of his left index finger, making half of his hands turn purple-black, and then skillfully switching the direction of the vitality of the wrist and elbow area, and the power of light exploded at the wrist, like a booster rocket ignition, forcing those purple-black poisons out of the body from the Shaochong acupoint.17010