"I can't imagine the ending of my ten thousand sword hearts, it's actually this...... It's just that life is in the world, but ask for a clear conscience. Wan Jianxin said self-deprecatingly, his voice still filled with eternal arrogance.

The right hand holding the long sword no longer trembled, but was stronger than ever, and the eyes that were scattered by fear reconverged and were more righteous than ever. Whether it is the Demon Path or the Right Path, in the face of such an extremely evil existence that spreads all over the mountains, all people, all human beings, have automatically become the righteous side.

Wan Jianxin has calmed down now, in the desperate situation of knowing that he is about to die, he can let go instead, all struggles, all begging for mercy, all compromises and concessions are too ugly, it is better to give himself a glorious end vigorously.

Wan Jianxin, this name, was born as a hero and died as a warrior. As one of the few outstanding disciples within the Divine Sword Sect, in just 19 years of life, he has always lived as a swordsman, a swordsman's belief in the precepts of a swordsman, and his death, no matter how unbearable and desolate the bones are, must be the end of a swordsman, a one-handed sword master. He could die, even die unexplained, but in any case he had to leave himself to the death of a swordsman, a warrior.

Heaven to the left, warriors to the right.

"Hah!" Yinchen let out a calm, indifferent, and even cold and numb laugh at this time: "I was thinking about how to avoid an unreasonable PK match, but what was the result? Let's think about how I can survive in the hell difficulty dungeon first!" After he finished speaking, he raised his hands high and tilted to the left and right.

His five fingers were together, his palms facing each other, and the whole person was arranged in a zigzag shape, and a golden pillar of light roared up from the top of his head, and in an instant, the light was brighter than the noon sun.

With a flash of light, the golden hemispherical shield was completely enveloped in a radius of twenty zhang under the hood, and the dazzling golden light instantly softened, but the zombies who were slowly approaching all stopped in unison.

The Light Enchantment, also known as the Defense against Shadow and Evil Enchantment, is a very common, very common and even flooded trick in light magic, and any adult light mage can play it perfectly. Anti-zombie, anti-zombie, anti-biochemical mutants, anti-mosquito and anti-bed bugs, and even powerful mages can use it as a shield to block bullets, in short, various uses, compared to fireballs, which can only light a bonfire is much more practical.

The point is, this is an inherent enchantment-type magic that, once released, will not disappear for three days, does not need to be channeled, and does not need to be re-infused with mana.

The spell models that have been finalized over a hundred thousand years to strengthen the Royle interstellar magic civilization, each of which is easy to use to the point of defying the sky. It was the only standard model that was selected by the Magic Computer from 27.8 million spell models of the same type, and it was optimal in terms of stability, explosiveness, endurance, and even spell penetration level.

After Silver Dust released this spell, he sat down, no longer maintaining the posture of the god stick. Wan Jianxin's body gradually rose, but he was stunned to find that those zombies seemed to be afraid of something, hiding outside fifty zhang and patrolling, never daring to approach.

"It's ...... What is it?" The development of the situation was once again beyond Wan Jianxin's imagination, not only making his face that had not changed for ten thousand years suddenly turn pale, but also making his voice tremble with a hint of trembling. He felt that the sword in his hand seemed to be heavy in an instant, and there was a feeling of soreness and exhaustion in the cracks of the bones all over his body, his physical strength, which could not be supplemented by cultivation, had already been hollowed out, and he had a strong True Yuan, but he felt that he couldn't even hold the sword.

"Just think of it as a wall, and for those dirty things, it's a wall, and if you want to live, just lie down and rest. Yinchen's indifferent voice came, and it was not much different from Xianle in Wan Jianxin's ears. He slowly tucked his sword into its scabbard, sat down slowly and gracefully, and crossed his legs. When the threat of death was a little away from him, he began to pay attention to the appearance of his swordsman, and more importantly, the soul of the swordsman.

"Can we get out alive?" Wan Jianxin asked subconsciously, and after asking, he wanted to slap himself, because he could hear that his voice was full of greed for life and fear of death.

"Of course, if you trust me. It's not that you trust the Demon Pavilion or the Demon Dao, it's that you trust me. Yinchen's voice came faintly, and Wan Jianxin saw that he didn't know where to take out a lot of clothes and cover his body, among which there was actually a standard robe from Hanshan Temple.

Wan Jianxin opened his mouth, and he was about to ask about the origin of these clothes, when he was shocked to see that after throwing out a black ball casually, Yinchen lit a flame under his body, of course, this is not something that makes him feel incredible, what really makes him feel that his worldview is about to be destroyed is that Yinchen, an eleven-year-old boy, actually sleeps in the flames so grandly!

"Remember, an elemental magus can never be killed by the corresponding elemental. Silver Dust handed him a "charming" hygienic eye, and just like that, he fell into the burning grass and closed his eyes. The flames slowly lifted his body up, floating in the air about three inches above the ground, and clusters of flames burned quietly and softly like small red seedlings, arranged so neatly that even the corners of Silver Dust's clothes could not be lit. Wan Jianxin watched in horror, deeply feeling the temperature that was enough to roast a leg of lamb.

"This man...... This boy ...... "Wan Jianxin couldn't connect Yinchen with the identity of "Demon Demon of Demon Pavilion" at this time, he had been fighting with the younger generation of Demon Pavilion's for about five years, challenging Elder Lei who was too godly, and even survived after receiving a plum blossom dart enshrined by Sang Tianliang. It can be said that he has an extremely good understanding of how many abilities the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, but it is this understanding that makes him completely unbelievable, and even intolerable that the boy in front of him, who has begun to fall asleep, will be the disciple of the Demon Pavilion. He didn't think that the disciples of the Demon Pavilions could have such abilities as him.

"Maybe his combat power is not strong, at least his cultivation is not high, he only has a triple body, but he has strange abilities...... It's really unimaginable, he is a person from the Demon Pavilion, is he a human, can't he be some kind of elf change?" Wan Jianxin frowned and thought about the question that he had no ability to think through at all, while idly glancing at the zombies in the distance who were still hesitating and refusing to step forward: "Impossible......"

"Impossible, I don't know the virtues of the Demon Pavilion, their kung fu, in addition to disturbing people's minds, is the next work of secretly hurting people's kung fu, there will definitely not be such a weird and practical ability, the ghost system can really deal with zombies? ”

Wan Jianxin pondered, becoming more and more upset, he couldn't concentrate on cultivation at this time. He stood up, cautiously walked over to the golden-colored barrier, and reached out to touch the golden-like barrier.

The palm of the hand has a smooth and rigid texture, like a dome made of iron, but it exudes a slight heat. Wan Jianxin didn't dare to press this never-before-seen thing hard, for fear that if he accidentally destroyed it, he would have to bury himself in the mouth of the corpse. He began to walk in circles on the edge of the enchantment in a small area, slowly rejuvenating his muscles and bones, taking deep breaths to slowly replenish his true element.

physical strength, just unconsciously slowly recovered.

Wan Jianxin finally sat down, crossed his legs, and dozed off while cultivating. Time seemed to stand still, but the sun in the sky was crashing to the west.

"The sun, yes, it was midnight before we came here, right? Why is it noon here?" Wan Jianxin thought of the question he couldn't figure out again, and his brain rumbled again. He is very focused on figuratively holding his head with one hand. He closed his eyes and tried to slow down his brain a little, but no matter what, he couldn't help but think about the questions that drove him crazy.

"Mysterious boy, mysterious sun......" he thought to himself, and he actually fell asleep like this, and his posture seemed to indicate that he had ascended to the throne.

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