In any case, the puppet line can only control entities, and even solids, and things like water can't control it, so—

"Hehe, do you still want to take advantage of your tongue now?" A wisp of wind erupted from the tips of the woman's fingers, and the puppet thread stabbed towards Yinchen's lips. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, a pillar of white-gold light burst out from Silver Dust's body.

The white light, it was an incomparably divine light, the intense sense of sacredness and the ultra-high temperature, made the woman retreat suddenly, she was only slightly surprised, and she was not particularly alarmed, because her thread was still wrapped around the silver dust.

However, in the next second, her eyes widened in horror.

Her thread, loose. Falling loosely to the ground, unable to control her enemies any longer.

Behind her sounded the terrified shouts of the monks, among which Lin Xuanchen's voice was high and high, particularly harsh.

Her enemy was no longer the eleven-year-old boy, but a twenty-five-year-old, silver-haired man as handsome as a god.

The waterfall of silver hair hung down and combed into tiny braids, and the silver robes fluttered in the windless light, like the battle banner of the morning sun. Silver has long lost all the negative feelings that belong to human beings in his pupils, there is no fear, no anxiety, no hesitation, no hatred and grievances, only endless majesty. It was the eye of the gods, it was the eyes of the gods, and that gaze fell on the woman, like the blood prison of divine might.

The sky above him had now become his domain, his possessions, his tools, his weapons, and even, his-

Oracle.

The woman standing in front of the puppet sect, that is, Tao Yuanyuan, is not a human, but a god.

Elemental Magic, Rules, Apostles, Mysteries, Apotheosis of Light

"...... you" Tao Yuanyuan was completely stunned, a child suddenly grew up? This kind of thing is completely out of her imagination.

"I am silver dust, judging you. Yinchen said coldly, there was no trace of human flavor in his voice, only complete divine might.

"Trial?" Tao Yuanyuan said, and the puppet line under her hand flicked suddenly, and once again attacked the adult silver dust like a poisonous snake.

The puppet line passed directly through Yinchen's body, and nothing hit, Yinchen gracefully took a few steps to the side, widening the distance between him and Tao Yuanyuan to 3 meters, and he was not afraid of any physical attack, but Gangfeng, especially the ghost Gangfeng, could hurt him, or even hurt him twice. Elemental incarnation is not for defense, but for the offense of completely abandoning defense.

"It's judgment. He uttered phrases like oracles, and at the same time quietly attacked like Tao Yuanyuan.

His right hand suddenly poked out, and a straight punch was blasted out without warning, and he actually successfully used the most unlikely move for a sneak attack.

That punch, heaven and earth parted.

With that punch, time and space shattered.

That punch made the flood tremble.

With that punch, everything crawls.

It was a punch from [Divine Will], not a punch from [Killing Dao], whether it was Du Chuanchang or Wan Jianxin, they couldn't take their eyes off when they saw that punch, and they couldn't move their hands and feet at all. The artistic conception of that punch was too terrifying, too mysterious, too mysterious, too mysterious, and that punch seemed to turn the sky upside down to the feet, burning the earth into a sea of fire, condensing the air into liquid, and collapsing time into nothingness.

No one knows, it is actually the first punch, the first oracle, the first divine might, and the first judgment between heaven and earth.

Silver Dust Absolute Style: Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist

A huge beam of light equivalent to a 1000 mm particle super cannon was launched from the fist of Silver Dust, and there was no explosion, no roar, only a humming ionization sound, air ionization, and blood body penetration. Tao Yuanyuan almost couldn't flash, and finally didn't get directly hit in the chest by this obedient punch from the world, burning her heart, but no matter how she dodged, she was also a step late, and the price she paid for it was that her chest was blasted out of a fist-sized hole.

It's also a shame that she is a master of returning to the void, otherwise that one-meter-thick pillar of light can directly burn her entire torso to ashes.

She staggered and kicked, reaching for the large transparent hole in her chest, which did not have a drop of blood coming out, but a puff of charred smoke came out. Tao Yuanyuan's eyes suddenly became fierce, and a desperate ruthlessness and determination had just returned from her eyes, and she was once again suppressed by fear.

Because more straight punches slammed in, it turned out to be the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist that could be fired in bursts.

As if the 1,000 mm particle cannon was fired indiscriminately, a roar of continuous rock explosions erupted in the underground space. Tao Yuanyuan was dodging, retreating, she ran towards the exit of the secret realm in embarrassment. At this time, she didn't know that Silver Dust had actually become a spirit-like existence, as long as she used the Remnant Soul Sutra or some other means to control the Yin Spirit, she could easily restrain him and force him to transform back to a normal state. She was already panicking at this time, facing an eleven-year-old child-like magician, she could easily suppress it by cultivating, but after this magician suddenly grew up and became an adult, she felt that there was no way to suppress it anymore.

She fled to a distance of four or five meters from the door, but suddenly saw a heart-wrenching horror.

Behind her, the monstrous momentum spread like a nuclear explosion.

The 173 monks had already knelt down for more than half at this time, and even Wan Jianxin, Bai Prison and Lin Xuanchen had completely collapsed. The supreme divine power of the treasure holy weapon burst out of the illusory sleeves of the silver dust, and was beaten out by him with the heavy technique of the inner secret weapon, and rushed towards Tao Yuanyuan like the end of the world.

"Killing gods and destroying Luo Xianqu, ninefold awakening. "This is the most powerful attack he can control, and this is completely an earth-shattering blow that surpasses the master of the Yuan Infant Great Perfection.

The sky above Yinchen's head trembled violently, and a series of tribulation-like golden light thundered down, and 24 Skybreakers flew out of his cuffs, and then transformed into 24 one-foot-wide, almost 50-meter-long super-large lightsabers in the air, and slashed at Tao Yuanyuan in a daze.

"Xiao Misan, the puppet sect is not finished with you!" This is the last sentence of Tao Yuanyuan, the current sect leader of the puppet sect, who left in the world.

The explosion shook the back half of the underground space, and although the monks were unharmed, the entire underground space was slowly collapsing, leaving them with a time measured in minutes.

If nothing happened, then these monks would definitely escape from the gate in the middle without a single remnant, and most of them left the Purple Blood Temple empty-handed and appeared on the desolate Wangtian Peak.

Then at this moment, the impact of the immortal song wrapped Tao Yuanyuan's scattered body and slammed into the gate on the far right.

In that gate with the most complex nine consecutive rings, it was obviously able to block the arbitrary attack of a Yuanying master, but in the face of the terrifying blow of the Xianqu Treasure Hallow, or even the inferior artifact, it still exploded with the surrounding walls.

The light, the colored glow of the jewels, the pure glow of the gold, and the flowing glow of the light vessels, all at once escaped from the breach, and at the same time, the searchlights of the puppets of Silver Dust were turned off at this time.

The light of the treasure blinds people's eyes and evokes the most primitive madness in their hearts. "Treasure!!" Feng Lieshan's voice sounded first, and his figure also rushed out of the circle formed before in the first moment, rushing towards the tattered doorway.

His shout woke everyone up, and one by one the people got up from the ground and rushed to the open treasure gate like madness, without much pushing and arguing, because Silver Dust didn't know why he actually blasted out a big hole 8 meters to the right of the third gate, and the monks who couldn't squeeze in for a while turned around and got into the big hole.

The people of the Golden Sword Sect, including Wan Jianxin and Lin Xuanchen, also followed the charge like mad bulls, not because they were greedy for treasures, but if they stayed here, they would definitely be crushed to death by the collapse. They just want to stay alive.

......

This is the last treasure house of the Purple Blood God Sect.

Different from the open space outside, the ceiling of this hall-like building is very low, and the tall ones don't even dare to tiptoe, and the square stone pillars of one meter by one meter support the entire low and wide hall, which also indirectly prevents the collapse. The main hall is not empty, 174 people are crowded in it and even a little inconvenient, not because the place is small, but because there are too many things.

From the ordinary refining treasures of Mingshui bronze, cold to iron, Gannan branches, to the very precious thousand-year-old agarwood, cold iron, heavenly meteorite iron, quartz essence, to the completely unique alchemy holy relics "Nine Heavens Glazed Grass", "Guanlan Three-color Scales", "Dragon Birthday Essence", "Partridge Tears", a large number of refining materials are piled up, and a larger number of gold and silver bricks, jewelry are mixed and stacked together. Even if it is a unique copy of medicinal materials, it is blocked with the most common bronze after hitting the wooden box and affixing the seal. These incomparably large and insignificant treasures were placed together in an irregular manner, without any order, and in such a loose Amman gesture that most of the treasury was taken up. Many shallow cultivators and disciples of small sects were frantically digging the treasure mountain, while those who were truly knowledgeable and determined could only look at these treasures with an embarrassed smile.

The treasure was found, and this trip to the secret realm finally got the richest reward, but the problem was that the amount of treasure in front of him was not at all something that 173 monks in tattered clothes could deal with.

Even if they were all packed, the 173 monks would not be able to resist all of them.

Even if he managed to gather 1,730 porters, or even use all of Silver Dust's puppets, he would not be able to move them all in three days.

This is not the treasure of the Purple Blood God Sect, this is simply a fraction of the treasure of the entire world 100 years ago, the 2,300 looted sects, the 450 years of hard work of Wanhualou, plus the royal inheritance of the Evil Dark Monarchy many years ago, these combined become today's Purple Blood Treasure. There is no need to rob it at all, because even if Hanshan Temple comes, it is impossible to swallow the treasure in one bite.

Feng Lieshan looked at the scene in front of him, sat on a pile of gold with no grace, and looked up to the sky and laughed wildly:

"Hahahaha! The deity is exhausted! So many treasures! The Demon Pavilion is to open the secret realm ten times, and it may not be able to empty it all before the secret realm is closed! The deity still wants to ...... Hehehehe......" He smiled bitterly, and very self-consciously endured the ambition in his heart, he knew his own catties, and he knew the current situation of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and he swallowed the treasure alone? Then wait to be hunted down and killed by the people of the world! The truth of the innocence of the horseman, he could not be clearer.

This kind of harvest, no matter what, he can also satisfy Shizun, satisfy the suspicious guy in the Demon Heart, and satisfy the Demon Wei Pavilion. Wei Wuliang had a ridiculous feeling of ecstasy beyond expectations mixed with frustration that everything had been in vain, and this feeling made him twitch a little, and then immediately perked up in Du Chuanchang's cold sneer.

"What a nerve, useless old dog!" Du Chuanchang sneered as he squirmed as he struggled to pull a wooden box out of the pile of gold bricks.

Most of the others were also digging for treasures, and the people of the Golden Dao Gate were even more diligent in digging up some materials for refining, and Yinchen privately told Wan Jianxin and Bai Hell that he could create a batch of "absolutely unimaginable" sophisticated weapons and armor for the Golden Dao Gate in exchange for the help of the Golden Dao Gate and other related small sect parties. Silverdust knew that he was invincible in this world, but he couldn't really isolate himself completely, and it would be difficult for him to survive in society unless he became Voldemort or Lich King.

He needed a hidden umbrella and some hiding place, and he had made up his mind to declare war on the world.

In the first hour, everyone was immersed in the joy of harvesting, except for the silver dust, everyone was constantly converging everything that could be seen around them, although everyone knew that there were still two days left for the secret realm to close, but everyone still had an unstable sense of urgency in their hearts, Tao Yuanyuan's appearance made all the people who were still alive understand that this so-called secret realm was actually a layer of traps superimposed on top of the Purple Blood Temple.

The purpose of the puppet sect is to collect people's souls, or more directly, it is necessary to kill a large number of people in order to cultivate the "Remnant Soul Sutra". First of all, they set up countless arrays in the secret realm, turning the entire secret realm into their invisible weapons, so that all the people who died in the secret realm, no matter how they died, became the people they killed, so that they could collect the souls of these people one by one.

The "Remnant Soul Sutra" of the Puppet Sect must be fundamentally different from the one that Yin Chen learned, not only the refining method, but also a kind of "re-refining" puppet magic skill. This kind of magic seems to be able to control the puppet without the authorization of the Kanonel civilization, as for how to achieve it, this point has not been figured out by Silver Dust so far, and it is not necessary.

What Silver Dust really cares about is that the puppets he collected are directly powered by nuclear power units, and these nuclear power units are miniaturized nuclear fission engines, and the fuel is also fissile material, so it is said that the puppet sect's lair is actually in a certain Kanon Nicol base, and this base is likely to be close to uranium mines. (To be continued.) )