"The disciple doesn't know what's going on, when the kid and the disciple were fighting, he obviously emitted a white light, and he did have the strength of the fifth level of the body entry stage, but now, ...... Elder, you should ask him. Yan Guiluo hurriedly explained, at this time, how could he have a little bit of the rigidity of the Demon Wei Pavilion Stick, and he was completely a eunuch begging his master to spare his life.

Wei Zhongxian and Liang Yunguang both rolled into the corner of the big house, the two difficult brothers glanced at each other, and they both showed a smile that was even uglier than crying, when the three talents of their Demon Wei Pavilion attacked Yinchen, they didn't expect that this little guy would be able to deal with the master of the distraction period!

On the other side, Zhang Mengmeng also sat on the ground without any image, for the "supreme" power in Yinchen's body, Zhang Mengmeng was definitely the first person to discover it in the Demon Pavilion, she originally planned to use the silver dust, and use the power of the silver dust to make profits for herself in the Demon Pavilion, but she couldn't imagine that this power was so terrifying. Zhang Mengmeng knelt on the ground, there was no trace of blood on her pretty face for a long time, and her face at this time was not much better than the grimaces she made.

And in the entire big house, the most shocked should be Yinchen himself.

"How could it be...... He couldn't understand at all that he could force back a master of the distraction realm with a single move! What he couldn't understand even more was that his dark magic would ignore the power of the other party's necromancy, which was against common sense. As a child with a talent for dark power, Silver Dust has been exposed to necromancy and even evil necromancy, and even if he is not proficient, he at least knows some common sense. He knew that necromancy was restrained by light magic, which was the most basic common sense, but he had never heard of necromancy being restrained by dark magic, which was impossible, because necromancy was dark magic in terms of elemental composition, and necromancy was a side branch of dark power, but the power was mottled and impure, and it seemed to be powerful but it was nothing, weaker than the dark magic he was really willing to study. Silver Dust remembers every knowledge point about undead magic in the book very clearly, and knows that when undead magic and dark magic meet, there is no mutual restraint reaction, but like a general attribute magic encounter, it collides and squeezes and finally explodes, and the side with pure mana, or the party with high mana strength, gains an advantage after the collision, but has not mentioned that the undead magic will be invalid when it encounters dark magic?

Silver Dust wouldn't have thought at this time, just now, he had inadvertently touched a rule, a rule of dark magic:

When any two strands of dark magic meet, the one with pure mana will unconditionally crush the other side with mixed mana, regardless of the total amount of mana, regardless of any other influencing factors, this rule does not apply to any magic other than dark magic.

This is the rule, the essential rule of the elemental operation, something that only the realm above the rule apostle can touch, and Silver Dust will not understand it now, because no mage can understand this kind of thing.

Silence, after the "Urgent Indoor Fountain" faded down, regained control of the house. At this time, there was only Yinchen, Feng Lieshan, and Yan Guiluo still standing. "Boy, have you hidden your strength?" Feng Lieshan finally spoke after being silent for a long time, breaking the atmosphere that had almost condensed into an iron plate. In his voice, there was an irrepressible trace of bitterness like the end of the hero.

"I'm sorry, it was a complete accident, I didn't think of it before. Silver Dust spread his hands, and his body lit up with blazing white light again: "Let me let you see my true strength, normal strength under normal circumstances." He raised his right hand and swung forward vigorously, launching an offensive before Feng Lieshan could speak again.

"Judgment Scythe!"

An arc-shaped sword light composed entirely of light roared towards Feng Lieshan. In the dazzling light, a solemn and solemn aura came out, and that breath was really a bit like the breath that the monks of Hanshan Temple often emitted.

"Good time!" Feng Lieshan exclaimed the moment he saw the light blade light up, and his voice was filled with confidence and arrogance again, as if something called confidence had returned to him. Before Feng Lieshan's words fell, a gray-blue distorted flash lit up around him again, and one after another ghost shadows conjured up from the erupting wind, grinning and pounced on the radiant scythe, not afraid of the solemnity and sacredness in the light.

A solemn chant resounded in the air, but it was then drowned out by a terrible ghostly howl. Ghost shadows vanished into a fiery and penetrating light, purified by the divine white light. However, there were too many ghosts, and it seemed that they would never end, and thousands of ghosts erupted from Feng Lieshan's body, forming a continuous offensive like a sea wave, washing the arc-shaped light until the light was extinguished, until the chant dissipated, and the silver dust turned around and fled.

"I've lost!" he shouted, and was forced to the door by the almost infinite number of ghosts behind him before stopping.

"This is not what you Yan Guiluo said about the fivefold entry period!" Feng Lieshan's voice was full of the meaning of finding faults, and Yan Guiluo, who was standing beside him, could only kneel down without saying a word: "The disciple is at fault......" Yan Guiluo didn't want to argue at all, because the power displayed by Yinchen at this time was obviously a master of the sevenfold realm of entering the body, and it was very different from the "fivefold or so", in fact, the difference between a small stage of any realm was very big.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later!" Feng Lieshan waved his hand generously, putting these things behind for the time being. Then he frowned fiercely at the big house that had almost turned into a refugee camp in Zambia, and then turned to Silver Dust, very polite, very tough, but in fact very weak-hearted and pretended to be arrogant: "You are qualified, from now on you are a temporary disciple of the Demon Pavilion......

"Disciple Yinchen, see Elder. Yinchen hurriedly performed a mage salute and cut off Feng Lieshan's words, he was desperately trying to suppress his urge to analyze the indistinct trills in the elder's voice. "It must have been that he was a little wheezing from overexercise just now. Silver Dust forced himself to believe this ridiculous conclusion, in fact, he had already heard it from the elder's somewhat urgent speech, the elder was weak-hearted, and wanted to quickly explain the matter and let himself leave.

“...... Yinchen, you first rest in the disciple's room of this sect, and later there will be a special master to teach you the introductory mental method of this sect, and after 7 days, you will accompany the disciples of this sect to participate in a confidential operation, this action is not allowed to be mentioned to anyone, you know!" Elder Feng said sharply, he must keep his breath up, and he can't let himself soften, otherwise he is really worried about whether he can stand still, the black and slippery ball just now is the only horror he has seen in his life.

"Disciple obeys the order, promise to keep his mouth shut!" Yinchen went down with another mage etiquette, and his answer surprised Feng Lieshan a little, but the elder was not in the mood to think about these things in detail at this time, or that he planned to think about these problems in the future. "Okay, you go down first. Feng Lieshan said, and then summoned a servant from outside the big house, and even reprimanded and scolded her to serve Yinchen. "His current treatment is handled according to the official disciple, if he is a little wrong, he will ask you!"

The silver dust went down, and Elder Feng Lieshan didn't let the others leave, but just moved to another big house with a beautiful environment to continue to discuss things.

"Zhang Mengmeng!" Elder Feng lazily sat on a brand-new Taishi chair, his voice full of irritability and exhaustion: "You took the initiative to provoke the matter. ”

With a "plop", Zhang Mengmeng knelt at Elder Feng's feet and cried silently: "Elder...... The disciple knew that he was wrong...... Please also ask Mr. Zhang to look at the disciples...... For the sake of being young and ignorant, spare this time......" she cried, her voice was very weak, and her tone was infinitely pleading, Zhang Mengmeng, as a 26-year-old girl, although she was in the dark and vicious Mowei Pavilion, she never gave up her hope for a better future, so in some senses, she was afraid of death.

A 26-year-old girl who is afraid of death, this is perfectly normal.