Several filamentous rays of thunder burst out of his hands, and even a string of bright red sparks flashed in the air, and the dark nightmare without any weight collided with this scorching and fierce Gangfeng, which could even be called bright, and did not spread unconditionally as Silver Dust expected, enveloping the man in the world of illusions. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The black ball, which carried all the power of the Dark Nightmare, was knocked into the air, as if it were a real softball. The black ball crossed a flat parabola, and in the moment when Yinchen was stunned by surprise, he impartially hit Gong Yibian, who had only a big head left.

The black ball swelled suddenly, silently engulfing the big head on the side of Gong Yi, and then contracted, blending into the big head without hindrance, and in the next second, a terrible sound like ten thousand ants gnawing on it sounded behind Yinchen. The huge head let out a series of screams like killing pigs, and after a long and unbearable three seconds, the screams stopped, and Gong Yibian, who had turned into a monster, actually stood up again in a fully recovered posture.

At this moment, Silver Dust is caught between two enemies.

"I love you, I love you forever!" a gust of wind rolled up behind the silver dust, and it was the air flow brought up by the rapid approach of the heavy object.

"Little man, kneel and ambush!" In front of Yinchen, a light lit up, which was a long knife under the control of exquisite skills.

Purple light shot up into the sky, and the silver dust moved sideways at the cost of elemental annihilation. In the next second, a wonderful set of sword skills fell on a pink monster, and the monster's four hands blocked horizontally and vertically, but it couldn't catch the amazing swordsmanship.

Silver Dust's all-black figure, taking the opportunity to quickly disappear in the woods beside him, he wanted to launch a dark nightmare, but suddenly stopped, at this time he remembered that when a new dark nightmare is formed, the old nightmare will end, and those who are confused by the illusion will wake up, although they will not be aware that they are being manipulated by the illusion in most cases, but they** If the caster is in front of them, they will attack, and if the caster is far away from them, then they will completely forget about the caster, as if he never came.

Silver Dust knew what kind of illusion he had added to the dark nightmare, it was either a blood river hell or a natural disaster, it was a peaceful path, and the beautiful scenery was empty, such an illusion was intended to make the qi master ignore the existence of Silver Dust.

He originally wanted to deceive the Qi Transformation Master, let him ignore himself, find himself not far behind the big head, and then fight the big head to the death, but people are not as good as the sky, his nightmare did not hit the Qi Transformation Master, but hit the big head itself, so before Silver Dust appears in front of Big Head again and attracts its attention, Big Head will not remember Silver Dust.

The result might have been better than he had expected, provided that he had to leave immediately and quietly, such as-

Teleport.

Yinchen's figure disappeared into the darkness that the light could not illuminate, and the four big hands on Gong Yi's side had already touched the body of the qi master. The infinite sword technique of the Qi Transformation Master left countless wounds on Gong Yi's body, but not a drop of blood flowed out, and those torn flesh and broken bones all seemed to have turned into some kind of wriggling living worm, disgustingly twisted and connected, and healed roughly with a terrifying posture of twitching.

The qi master shuddered, and the wind on his body swayed unrelentingly several times, and finally dissipated. He froze as if he had been poisoned by some nerve agent, and was held in Gong Yibian's arms, playing and caressing wantonly. "I love you to death, my little darling!" Gong Yi let out a disgusting cry as he moved his hands up and down, completely ignoring the twisted look of the qi master. The sword of the Qi Transformation Master fell to the ground, and the sound spread far away, and the vitality in his body, the divine skill that he was proud of, were completely dissipated under the strange touch of Gong Yibian, as if there was some kind of deep and dark magnetic field hidden in those four big hands.

"Something is wrong!", Yinchen, who was rapidly advancing towards the atrium of the back garden in the dark, suddenly paused, but immediately quickened his pace, and he frowned deeply: "That monster should not be a divine skill, but a new kind of evil sect's divine skill? Then he must be an evil way? In a place where the righteous path gathers, in an action whose original intention is completely good and righteous, such an evil path appears? Can this be justified?" Since ancient times, good and evil have not been opposed, not good and evil, and people of the evil path will never be mixed among the people of the righteous path for no reason, so they have arranged it so carefully, and even let a powerful and evil person lurk in the Jianghu Alliance, is it for ......?"

"What's even more wrong is that that monster exudes a remnant of the evil dark kingship, but not only does he not have the slightest fluctuation on his body, but even his ability is completely anti-divine power, and although the evil dark royal power is not the real source of divine power, it is definitely a dynasty that carries forward the cultivation system of divine power, they are the beneficiaries of divine power, how can there be such a completely anti-divine power ability to pass down......?"

"What's more, this monster lurking in the Jianghu Alliance is not a secret chess piece used by the Northern Kingdom to counter the Jianghu Alliance, because he also frantically attacked the people of the Northern Kingdom...... So who is he, what kind of forces does he belong to, and what are they doing it for?"

......

The more Yinchen thought about it, the bigger his head became, and the appearance of Gong Yibian made him completely confused, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He crept over one roof after another, and landed silently like a real shadow in the small courtyard where the Beacon City was holding a dinner party—and in order to be completely unobtrusive, he cast the Dark Nightmare and then the Slow Fall Technique.

The black ball of light slowly gathered in the palm of his hand, and just now he created a dream that was staggered and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, quietly enveloping the area of ten meters in the small courtyard, and then lightly and slowly falling in the center of the nightmare-shrouded range. When he put away the dark nightmare, no one around him glanced at him.

He wore a large cloak and a high hood, and he was eye-catching and suspicious in the midst of a group of bejeweled guests, but the white skull hanging from his chest silently exuded a continuous ignoring spell, so that the people around him could not arouse interest in paying attention to him, and automatically ignored such a strange figure, and even the soldiers who maintained order and vigilance around him, ignored him.

......

The rain has stopped.

The small square courtyard is gently hugged by a shallow semi-arc-shaped mountain rock barrier, and on the dark blood-red cliff, a graceful corridor is constructed, with thick and round rough wooden railings, blue-black neat tiles, dark gold brass tiles, and crimson light gauze curtains hanging on each wooden arch, so that such an all-wooden structure corridor presents a soft scenery on the cold and hard mountain cliff, as if the girl's snow-white jade elbow gently picked up this small mountain col. On the other side of the courtyard, the building called the archway is stacked on top of each other, like a flannel covering the treasure box, covering the small courtyard. It is not the ordinary archway of flattening, but the building that is really connected to the archway, so it is added to make the archway. In addition to the middle by the two arches longitudinally superimposed, the middle covered with a glass roof of the heavy "archway", on both sides of the archway, really erected two 3-story towers. The towers are boxy and flat like clay pots, and if they hadn't each carried a tower-like tip, I'm afraid that no one would have thought that these two small buildings could have anything to do with the tower. The mountain rock in the north, the archway in the south, and the middle is surrounded by the atrium courtyard where the banquet is held. On the four sides of the small courtyard, there is also a circle of small double-layer cloisters, the south is connected with the archway, the north is connected with the mountain rock cloister, and there are 12 pairs of stairs, from the upper and lower two layers of the cloister, leading to the small courtyard. The structure is intricate, reminiscent of German craftsmanship, although from every angle, the architecture here is typical of the otherworldly style.

In the damp dark night without rain, on each vertical pillar in the small courtyard, there is a fist-sized standard semicircular iron basin, the charcoal fire in the basin is burning, hundreds or even thousands of iron basins emit flame-colored light and heat, making the small courtyard warm as spring, of course, there is no need for any bonfires and the like. Under the red light of the brazier, every square foot of the building in the small courtyard seemed to be hung with colorful silk, which was either embroidered, or gilded, or sewn with pearls and gems of various colors, and in the light of the fire, under this breeze, swaying and shining, it looked like the splendid and sacred decoration of a prince. Instead, the jewels and belts on the guests who came and went were eclipsed. There are three or five potted plants scattered on the ground in the small courtyard, and most of the places are placed reddish-brown wooden tables, on which all kinds of precious delicacies make Yinchen, who has already eaten too much greasy food, feel a little hungry again. On top of the delicacies, steaming hot, the sauce in a small porcelain bowl is close to the color of amber crystal. The guests in brocade clothes, choose jade and eat, at first glance it is quite high-end and elegant, but the loud noise, wanton pouring wine, and even wrestling in public without a word, so that a few tables of dishes are overturned, the soup is all over the ground, the oil is splashed on the noodles, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas are rolled on the ground, how can there be a little bit of civilized etiquette?

"It's a pity, such a good braised pork...... I've heard that people who waste food are going to be hungry ghosts. Silver Dust lurked between the extinguished lights, coldly watching this unbearable farce. The guests are dressed in gorgeous robes, their robes are either silver green or red, or dark gold, or silver, the robes are embroidered with mountains and rivers magnificent, tigers and eagles, or blessings and double happiness, auspicious clouds flow speed, the corners of the sleeves, more decorated with fur, the pure reflection of the oily coat color, silently shows the preciousness of the fur, mostly ice and snow foxes, and even the fur of rare and endangered animals such as frost lions, Yuan magnetic ice leopards, and extreme northern wolves, from the appearance, they are almost the best in the south of the Zhong Ming Ding Food House, the family of books and etiquette is no different, and even except for the circle of fur decoration that symbolizes the identity of the northerners, they are the most decent and luxurious among the southerners, the most glorious nobles are no different, but their words and deeds are actually not much better than those of uncivilized semi-savages. Between the banquets, slapping the table and shouting loudly are the most civilized, and those who throw sauce elbows at each other for fun, I really don't know what they have to do with the word "civilization"?

In the middle of the courtyard, the guests are laughing and laughing, making a mess, and on the corridor around it, groups of women with good figures and light romance dances are holding exquisite dinner plates, smiling and serving the "masters". Silver Dust took a closer look at this beauty, most of them were between twenty-three or fourteen years old, it was the most beautiful and beautiful age of a girl, each of them had been exuding a faint wind, which was the faint whirlwind that the little warriors around Peiyuan Triple were closest to what they could, and the effect of these whirlwinds was only one, that is, to maintain their body temperature, so as not to prevent them from being frozen to death due to the exposure of their clothes in this cold night. The smiles of these waiter girls looked charming and soft, but when you looked closely, they were very stiff and reluctant, and the silver dust even saw the reflection of the occasional teardrop on the corner of their eyes in some moments, and then the light of the brazier. Yinchen understands that these "lowly" maids are actually real daughters of the southern country, they are now staying in the "Duhu Mansion" in the beacon city, and they have personally experienced the humiliation of what is the **** of the country, there may not be a chivalrous warrior of the Zhennan Gang, there is no Yin Shanluan-style reader, their feelings about the ruin of the country and the death of the family may be an almost instinctive intuitive feeling, and this intuitive feeling of skin pain can best awaken the deepest patriotic feelings in everyone's heart.

I am willing to die for my family and country, just because I hate my country.

Those maids stood trembling, forced a smile, and carefully served these "sunny old men" who had not yet eaten their brains full of fat However, in the short time that the silver dust slowly fell from the archway, and hid in the crowd to observe and search, three delicate girls were beaten to death by the sticks because of the slightest sharpening error, and the blood and broken dirt spat out of their mouths were mixed with the soup of the dishes flowing everywhere on the ground, and even a small piece of liver at the tip of a sword was mixed with a mass of lamb chops that had been trampled almost to a pulp. At the same time that the third girl died tragically under the stick, the elbow battle was at its most intense.

The elbows of the delicious sauce were used as hidden weapons, flying through the air one by one, either on the chaotic muddy ground, or on the gorgeous and beautiful robes, or on the arrogant and domineering smiling faces, between the laughter, cheers, and teasing and laughing with each other, revealing only the sad eyes of the maids, the expressions of pity, and the anger and hatred that flashed in the eyes. (To be continued.) )