Yinchen, who finally covered his silver pupils, breathed a sigh of relief, and then took out a pure black linen robe, this kind of robe was completely different from the silver silk robe he usually wears, both in terms of dead style and texture, I am afraid that it is difficult for others to think of Yinchen even if they see it, Yinchen first took off the dazzling silver robe on his body, put on this, and then, began to worry again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His hands, completely silver, are still very conspicuous identification.

Bring on gloves and pull them down, Silver Dust has been practicing the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws recently, and his hands have become combat weapons from time to time, and even if he has gloves, he will be broken in minutes. The stiffness of the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws is as against the sky as a Treasure Sacred Weapon or even a lower-level artifact, not to mention cotton gloves and leather gloves, even iron gloves and steel gloves can't stop the sharp claws, not to mention the fist blade of the Demon Crying Slash Fist-

That's right, Demon Cry Slash Fist!,

Silver Dust mobilized a little bit of dark power, and conjured black fist blades on both hands. He closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and adjusted the structure of the fist blades little by little, and slowly, slowly, the pair of fist blades began to disintegrate, move, reorganize, and finally change from a pair of fist blades to a pair of black gloves with fist blades.

Silver Dust's eyes froze, bright blue lines slowly outlined on the black gloves, his dark power began to be greatly consumed, and the elemental compensation was also soaring wildly, and fine cold sweat slowly oozed from under the golden mask.

"The transformation of the cold form of dark magic is really not an easy task, and now it seems that this project has only been completed for a small ......," Silver Dust laughed at himself, and a thin line of red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't be too reluctant, inheritor, if you can't use Thor's inheritance......" The remnant soul of the ghost god really couldn't stand it anymore, and sent out a mental fluctuation reminder, since Yinchen obtained these two inheritances, he has never stopped, and he has never even slowed down the pace of progress for a moment, and he has no idea of relying on these two inheritances to run rampant, he seems to be thinking about transcending the limit at any time, combining the inheritance of the ghost god and the thunder god, the supreme martial arts of the primordial god race, and magic, to develop more and more incredible abilities.

His cultivation is still distracted, or after a little battle, he can barely reach the point of distraction, but his skills, his ability, has almost reached the terrifying level of Yuan Infant Hunger and even the Emperor Heaven Rank, this is the idea of the ghost god who watched Silver Dust forcibly use dark power to push the frost magic at this moment.

"Inheritor, don't be too reluctant, your current efforts have exceeded our expectations, if it weren't for the fact that we very much hope to see you truly stand on the top of the world and ascend to the Heavenly Throne, we have already extinguished the divine fire, inherited the divine power, and fallen and reincarnated......" Thor also came to join in the fun, his tone was indifferent, but it made Yinchen feel shocked.

"Two ...... In fact, was it planned to be like this from the beginning?" Yinchen didn't know why, and felt a little sad when he thought that the two great gods were going to leave him.

"How can we gods be subservient to men, and even if there is only one remnant soul left, it is impossible to serve anyone forever...... We have chosen the heirs so that you may take our throne, not that you will be our lord. The ghost's tone was a little rushed, and it was obvious that he was arrogant and complained about his current state of immortality.

"Would you like to stay with me for a while? Two seniors? Actually, in my heart, I have never regarded the two of you as so-called subordinates. Silver Dust's voice was a little bitter.

"But when we make a contract with you...... The two opposing forces in your body...... Forced me to sign the most humiliating slave contract...... That kind of power, that kind of will, we can't understand, it seems to be the deepest power hidden in your body, that divine will calls itself 'Huaxia', its power is terrifying, we can't resist it......" Thor's will was full of fear and disbelief: "Don't talk about this, don't you really plan to think about using the Immortal Tribulation Song or other abilities to make a pair of gloves?"

"No," Silver Dust shook his head, This is not just a matter of covering up the silver matter in my hands, but a thing that really achieves the balance of light and dark abilities, my current ability, light, dark, water, and fire, the four abilities all have their own characteristics, and they are very different from each other, which is nothing for ordinary magicians, but it is a troublesome thing for my hedging physique, once a certain ability cannot be used, then my whole person's combat effectiveness will have a fatal shortcoming, so even if I want to maintain the characteristics of each of the four abilities, I still need some homogeneous improvements, so as to need it from time to time。 Silver Dust said, and finally squeezed out a little bit of dark power, forcibly combining some spell bits in the sea of qi into one, only to hear a few "clicks", and on the black fist blades on Silver Dust's hands, there were actually dots of blue cold light.

He clenched his fists, and the power of Xuan Ice and the power of flames gathered from all corners of the realm and turned into the power of darkness, and from then on, his magic could not only split water and fire, but also secretly divide water and fire.

"It's done! a real hedge realm!" Silver Dust screamed excitedly, and in the next second, a sky-high magic power appeared from his body, this was not the magic power of light, nor the mysterious power of darkness, but the purple, soft, pure energy of the arcane.

This is a weak force that has long disappeared into the sea of qi and knowledge, and is only solidified in flesh and blood. This kind of power can only play a slight auxiliary role, and almost all combat effectiveness has been lost, just like now, purple light is coming out of Silver Dust's body, but there is no way to activate any magic.

Silver Dust snorted coldly, and the power of darkness erupted like a flood of power, replacing the arcane to complete the magic, and his figure slowly became transparent, and finally disappeared completely into the bedroom.

At the same moment, the iron plate placed by the demon angel under the base of the city wall somewhere in Pershing City emitted a black-purple light, which penetrated the earth, stone and bricks, lit up vertically, and then spread out to both sides, forming a dark and luxurious space-time gate, silver dust, a black robe, and a cold and terrifying golden face hidden under the shadow of the hood, incarnated by the code name "Black Zero" The mysterious demon, relying on the wind fluctuations on the bracelets on both hands, disguised as a miracle master, quietly and silently, walked out of the shadow of an inconspicuous city wall in Pershing City, and invaded this treacherous world of divine skills.

He is like a "god of me" who has been hunted and never captured in human history.

His image at the moment is completely unrelated to the righteous path monks, not even the demon path warriors, and he is completely dressed as an evil way like Zheng Huanggang.

He walked through the sunny street in a low-key manner, through the bustling crowd, and even through the famous subway craftsman street, and passed in front of the shop that already belonged to his name and was still renovated by the real king's son, as if the store had nothing to do with him.

He walked cautiously and firmly on the edge of the road, his whole body was shrouded in black, and even his boots had long been replaced by pure black simple leather boots, his shadow was short and gloomy in the sunlight, and many citizens saw him cautiously avoiding him, and of course it also attracted the attention of the forbidden troops who were guarding everywhere, and even a few forbidden soldiers tried to follow him, but without success.

He slipped through the corners of the bustling city in a gloomy and isolated way, just like a demon hidden in the world, while a team of sword-wielding guards from the Excalibur Gate escorted a small sedan chair from the middle of the avenue.

Obviously, it was just a single sedan chair, and four or even two people could carry it away, but the Divine Sword Gate had to move twelve Peiyuan and ten-heavy masters to carry it carefully, and sent another person to open the way, and one person to the back of the palace, and the one who opened the way was none other than an acquaintance whom Yinchen knew.

Wang Shenhai.

At this moment, he was holding the sword at his waist in one hand, and swinging sharply with the other, assuming the posture of an Indian soldier walking upright, and roaming the wide streets. Silver Dust glanced at him from afar, then lowered his head, as if he was a little timid and turned into a narrow alley.

He saw that Wang Shenhai's face was a little sickly flushed between the pale, and his lips were full of gray-purple patches, and there was already dark purple eyeshadow on his young face, which was obviously not a few years older than himself, or even smaller than Wan Jianxin, and the whole person looked like a deformed precocious puberty or even premature aging, of course, what made Yinchen retreat was not the progeria after his physical overindulgence, but the expression-like expression on his face.

It was a standard villain's expression. Majestic, high-spirited, as if every pore on his face exudes brilliant glory, but it is difficult to hide the emptiness and confusion behind his complacency. His once sharp and sharp eyes had long since lost their brilliance, like two glass balls, delicate and rigid, and his smug smile twisted from time to time, as if he was trying to endure some serious illness not to attack. Silver Dust only glanced at it and knew his mood at the moment.

He must have gotten what he wanted, because he had succeeded in becoming a high-ranking guard escorting the countess's family shopping, an official of some rank, for him, for the poor mountain village he was born in, he was an official master, he was a big man who could ride on the heads of the villagers, he succeeded, he was a winner in life, but at the same time, just as he got his wish and became a "big official", he was confused, he was empty, he lost the direction of life, and lost the meaning of his existence.

He must feel like a dog, right?" Silver Dust thought so and slipped into the alley, he didn't want to, and even couldn't bear to see this former human being, now transformed into a pet dog in human form.

Once, he was a pariah, and his life may not be worth as much as a dog in the baron's family, but at that time, he still had freedom and dignity, and he knew why he lived and existed, because he still had the senior brother who had led them through countless dangers, and the sword in his hand! At that time, every time he swung his sword, it was meaningful, because it was meaningful, so he was infused with courage, and courage is something that can never be replaced by Gangfeng. But now, his freedom, his dignity, is gone, his goal and hope for life are gone, his life may be worth many times more than before, after all, an official in the court is more precious than the people, but he has changed from "a cheap life worse than a dog" to a pet dog who is bullied. Identity is expensive, dignity is gone.

Yinchen didn't pay much attention to Wang Shenhai's situation, everyone was responsible for the choices they had made, when he betrayed Wan Jianxin and betrayed the righteous path, it was equivalent to betraying himself, is there any need for a traitor to exist? Obviously not, Yinchen only said that this so-called Shenjian Sect was the second seat, and he would have to self-destruct one day.

Silverdust walked down the alley and stopped in front of a tasteful tavern. The clever Xiao Er saw Yinchen dressed so low-key and weird, although he was a little scared, he also greeted him as soon as possible: "This guest officer, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

"Can you still stay here?" Yinchen glanced at the tavern in surprise, it was really a tavern, all he saw was a room, four tables, and behind it was a narrow door, a narrow staircase, a bar or something, don't count on it.

"Of course, the shop is a little smaller, but it's definitely quiet and comfortable, and it's cheaper than other places. After all, the land price in Pershing City is not what ordinary people imagine, and our small shop still has something to do with it. Xiao Er proudly introduced, but in exchange for a cold snort from Yinchen. On the four tables of the small shop, there are two sitting diners, those people, although there is no gloomy and evil style emanating, but all of them are wild and uninhibited, at a glance, they know that they are people in the green forest and grass, and they have righteousness and chivalry in their hearts, but in terms of their style, they are mostly Jianghu guests who rob the rich and help the poor, and fight hard, such people will gather in a tavern with an official background?

Xiao Er listened to Yinchen's cold snort, and just smiled awkwardly, but he didn't have the slightest sense of fear. Yinchen couldn't help but take a look at it more, only to find that such a boy, who was even younger than himself, actually had the cultivation of Peiyuan Great Perfection, Yinchen secretly smiled bitterly, thinking about himself, on the way to Shengong Gangfeng, he was really a veritable waste wood.

"Let's be sharp, don't serve a table of dishes, just get a few things that you are best at, not too much. Silver Dust said, and stepped into the shop, his voice was magically processed on the metal mask, and became like a robot's voice, full of cold and hard metal texture, completely different from his original low and hoarse voice with magnetism, and naturally no one would recognize him by sound. He walked into the shop, and instead of finding a seat to sit down, he walked straight to one of the tables, which was full of people.