He closed his eyes and saw the heavens, which was said to be a place of hope, but Silver Dust could not see hope, and in front of him, there was only the small figure that rushed towards the boundless sword rain after throwing out the meat bun on that hot summer night.

Compared with Zhang Yating, who fell to the sky in the night of the rainstorm, the figure of the beggar girl who was finally torn apart was clearer at this moment, so clear that it almost produced a sense of oppression like seduction and life. Silver dust hate, he can easily feel the monstrous hatred boiling in his chest, but he doesn't know who to hate, and he doesn't know who is the murderer who really forced the girl to death!

That girl died of the indifference and coldness of the whole society.

The illusions came, the tears flowed slowly, and Silver Dust squatted on the ground like this, curled up as small as he could, closed his eyes, and fell into an endless nightmare, he curled up and fell asleep again, still sobbing from time to time in his dreams.

【Nightfall】

Silver Dust opened his eyes in a daze, the ball of light used for lighting was still lonely illuminating everything in the grass shed, and the light god was still the same. Silver Dust struggled to his feet, almost every joint clicking, as if rusty gears were snapping into each other. Silver Dust stood in the middle of the grass shed, stunned for a moment, before sighing heavily, and put the diary in his arms into the arcane space.

He extinguished the ball of light, put away the barrier, took one last look at the small straw shed that he would remember for a lifetime, and stepped out.

He didn't know if he was qualified to walk out of here, and he didn't care, there was only a dark anger in his heart at this time, and even 36 pitch-black and heavy skybreakers appeared in his sleeves. The whole body is completely covered by the Undercurrent Demon Shield. He walked out and saw nothing but straw huts and starlight all over the camp.

The night is the most nervous time for the girls' "homework", the camp of Yin Yang and Hezong is empty, and every grass shed reveals a sultry pink light, and at the same time, all kinds of **** voices also come out one after another, like a symphony in the infernal hell. These "tempting" sounds sounded to Silver Dust at this time, and they were not much better than the sound of a chainsaw. Silver Dust gently pulled up the hood of his robe, and his figure flickered quickly and silently across the entire camp, and under the starlight, his shadow was dim and blurred, like a ghost-faced raven flying in the night.

He made his way as fast as he could, along the small ridge to the west of the camp, obscuring his figure with the dim shadows of the starlight on the hills. He doesn't know wind magic, and space magic can only teleport and war space, two ultimate moves, stealth or something is a luxury. He rushed all the way forward, thinking only about escaping from the ghost place of Yin Yang and Hezong as soon as possible, but he didn't notice that he had actually crashed into the camp of the Poison Dragon Sect.

"No!" Silver Dust suddenly stopped, looking at the tall tent in front of him, it was black under the starlight, full of oppression, and the badge of the skeleton eating artemisia grass shimmered green like a phosphorus fire in the middle of the tomb. Silver Dust frowned slightly, and he leaned down slightly, carefully burrowing into the narrow gap between the tent and the mountain.

Silver Dust closed his eyes and used the domain to perceive the surroundings, and determined that the location of the Poison Dragon Sect camp here was definitely different from the one he saw during the day, so he said, the people of the Poison Dragon Sect have moved their positions in the past few days?

In the realm of silver dust, more tents and camps appeared.

Silver Dust leaned out of the back of the tent in horror, and was shocked to see tents of different styles appear around the camp of the Yin Yang and Hezong and the Poison Dragon Sect, which could be judged from the black moon, blood halo, zombie dance spear and other logos on the tent, it was the camp of various demons. The Demon Dao, a part of the Demon Dao to be precise, has gathered together unconsciously.

Silver Dust carefully identified those logos, there was no logo like the wiring diagram of the Demon Pavilion, there was no mark of the Holy Water Sect's holy water bottle, and there was no orchid mark of the Interpretation Sect, none of the three sects that Silver Dust thought he could trust for the time being appeared in such a huge camp.

Not only that, but the tents in these camps seem to be scattered in a haphazard manner, but in fact, their locations are secretly in line with the art of dry support. Obviously this is a [military situation]. There is a faint tendency to watch over each other and become horns for each other, compared to the demon road camp where tens of thousands of people gather on the top of Wangtian Peak, it shows an abnormal bloody killing momentum.

This kind of battle looks more like dealing with some powerful enemy force, not like a layout that is only used for night defense.

There was such a faint murderous camp arrangement, but there were not even at least one or two outposts to keep vigil, and no one was patrolling at night, and even except for Yin Yang and Hezong, all the tents were pitch black, and there was not even a single lamp to light a fire. Between the tents, there are no bonpot stoves, only flat grasslands. Under the starlight, the tents in the east and west are like dark monsters lurking, still and still, even the flags embroidered with logos do not move at all, and the whole scene exudes a strange and dreary atmosphere.

When Yinchen saw such a battle, a smell of conspiracy permeated his nostrils. "The land of right and wrong must not stay for long!" Yinchen quickly made up his mind to escape from this treacherous silent camp, and he decided to find a way to find Wan Jianxin and worship them first, and then go to Zhang Mengmeng together - I hope they are safe and sound.

As soon as Silver Dust's body erupted with an arcane halo and was about to speed up, he heard a voice from the tent closest to him. Judging from the voice, one is Du Chuanchang, and the other should be a female disciple of the Yin Yang and Hezong sect......

Their conversation forced Silver Dust to put away his arcane acceleration and stop and listen.

"Du Gongzi is really a good means, he can actually make this Yun Wuyue Elder so obedient. The delicate female voice said something that made Silver Dust tremble.

"This is nothing, it is the ability of the deity to be able to wipe out all the disciples of the Demon Pavilion. This was Du Chuanchang's arrogant voice: "Oh! light, you old dog!" The arrogant voice was mixed with a painful snort, followed by the sound of a slap, and finally the sound of a woman whining and muffled.

"Then what will Childe do next? just wait for the seal of the Purple Blood Temple to be opened?"

"Of course not, I didn't see that the deity invited so many fellow practitioners? Since the deity can let the outer disciple of the Poison Concubine attack and kill Elder Lei and Li Dai Taozhuang of the Demon Wei Pavilion, he is sure to kill all the people above the Demon Wei Pavilion, and he will kill them before the seal is broken. ”

"Can the slave family listen to the childe's scheme?"

"Of course, you are already the concubine of the deity, and if you fall into the deity's fascination and pollen, only the deity can make you emotional in this life, serve the deity well, don't think about your "Yin and Yang Five Elements Bliss and Harmony Dafa", and practice the "Poison Gang Heart Sutra" given to you by the deity, and the master position of the Yin and Yang Harmony Sect will not be able to run away in the future. ”

"Then the slave family listened to it?" (To be continued.) )