Silver Dust's eyes narrowed, and two dark rays shot out of his white silver pupils, and there was a silent sound five meters away in front of him, and a black explosion-proof glass slowly rose up, separating him from the monster, like a transparent shield wall. The zombie monster, which had lost its face and brain, raised its head with only a big mouth, and turned around, as if the only remaining hideous mouth itself could see everything around it, and it slowly got up in an extremely weird and even terrifying posture, stood with its body bowed, and spun around in place, the moment when the eyes on the bone spur tip on its back went straight to the silver dust, the silver magician seemed to shake his sleeves casually.

The monster was taken aback by the golden light in the silver cuffs, and quickly turned around, facing Shi Bai "face".

Shi Bai didn't retreat, he wasn't afraid, he just stuffed his thick ass into the torch.

Thorn -

The sound of the fuse being lit, sounding like an air raid siren, echoed in the silent pavilion, tugging at everyone's hearts. Holding a torch in one hand, and throwing out the three bone-penetrating awls with the other hand to deform the "Inner Family's Secret Weapon Heavy Technique".

Compared to the silver dust of five years ago, his movements were clumsy and ugly, two of the three piercing awls fell directly to the ground, one pierced the left shoulder of the first victim who was still struggling to wait for death to come, the other pierced the monster's foot and pinned it in place, and the last one stabbed into the monster's heart with enough momentum.

The attacked monster did not roar, did not rage, did not feel pain, did not even perceive it, it only determined the location of its prey through some kind of perception that was different from that of a living creature. The monster had only one reaction to being pierced through the heart by the bone cone, which was to take a slight step towards Ge Shibai, and then lower his rickety body.

Its legs bent, its bones creaked and deformed into a frog-like structure, its buttocks hit the ground directly, its knees stretched over its shoulders and above its back, like two high arched antennas, his arms grew a foot in an instant, and a third arm actually grew, but his fingers slowly stiffened and atrophied into a stiff shape like an iron hook.

The Mowei Pavilion robe on its body was completely torn to shreds, and it fell like rags, revealing its white-haired body.

In the next second, just as the monster's knees shook and he was about to jump forward, three bright red flames rose at the same time.

The first flame engulfed the body of the Demon Wing Pavilion disciple who had just breathed, and emitted a thunderous explosion, which could be regarded as a victory salute. The moment the second and third flames rose one after another, the terrifying white-haired monster was torn to pieces.

In the flames, blood splattered, and broken bones swirled like shrapnel. The disciples of the Demon Pavilion, hurriedly stirred up the wind to block the flying filth, while the disciples of the Righteous Path could only hide behind the black explosion-proof bulletproof glass and quietly watch this scene.

The black glass had turned into a black-red blur at this time.

Silver Dust flicked his sleeves, and a stream of golden light shot out and slammed into the glass, and then the stream of light burst into slag along with the glass. The disciples of the Demon Pavilion's exclaimed again, it was a real, skillful and inconceivable realm of internal family heavy techniques.

He put down his flat and empty right hand, and the muscles of his face twisted violently, and then flattened again, as if he had suddenly suffered from neurosis. His evil red eyes stared coldly at the white figure for a while, then he turned his head, looked around at the surrounding Demon Wei Pavilion disciples, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and then said, "Senior brothers, continue to work, right?"

"Little man, you seem to have started behind me, right?" At this time, a yin and yang strange voice sounded, obviously the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion lost their leader because of Xu Quan's death, and began to fight for power again.

"I'm just repeating Xu Quan's order, although Brother Xu is dead, his order is still valid. We must go through the book before the righteous path hugs the people, count the approximate number, and then report it to the Venerable Ones, and they will decide who will be the leader of the next group of advance teams! The righteous path people are right next to them, and the heart of the Demon Pavilion, we can't attack each other and let outsiders see the joke!" Shi Bai's calm and evil voice hung over the heads of the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, and finally shocked them.

The people of the Demon Dao silently stared at the triangular rushing killing array that the righteous path had already set up, and stared at it for three seconds before they dispersed without saying a word and continued to flip through those books. The silence continued, but the fear that was suspended in the silence had dissipated, leaving only the frustration of being hacked as a joke. Yinchen looked at those people quietly, and after seeing the last person, Shi Bai, also lowered his head to sort out the harvest this time, he whispered an order to the people of the Iron Sword Gate to continue working.

The scripture pavilion was quiet, no one was making loud noises, everyone was talking in whispers, there was weakness on the side of the righteous path, there was silence and dullness on the side of the demon path, and the silent air hovering above everyone's heads seemed to suddenly have a drowsy stuffiness and weight, and it was pressed down like a quilt.

The light of the torches remained motionless, and even the flames were almost solid.

"The people at the Devil's Court seem to be more serious than us. Silver Dust whispered, wanting to stir up a conversation, but no one cared.

"Tian Wanzai moved the treasure house of the Demon Wei Pavilion to the Black Mountain Villa, Sang Tianliang was poor and white overnight, holding on to the shelf of the first major faction of the Demon Dao, the interior was empty, and naturally needed a lot of magic classics to enrich his subordinates, this trip to the secret realm of the East China Sea, they seemed to be determined to win. Yi Xuanzi really couldn't stand reading these boring outdated divine works, so he threw down the book and replied to Uncle Shi's words seriously: "If they can take a fancy to these tattered divine skills, it indicates that the achievements of the Demon Wei Pavilion will be like that in the future! ”

"Harrow is a native of the Western Regions, the widow of the Western Regions Poison Gate. Wan Jianxin covered his mouth with the pages of the book and snorted: "The Heavenly Killing Demon Palace itself can take over the position of the Demon Wei Pavilion, but now those brothers are already on the right path, robbing the rich and helping the poor are only staring at those ink officials, the rich businessmen don't ask much, and there is almost no style of the Demon Dao at all, so it seems that the Poisonous Dragon Sect that has climbed the high branches of the northerners is estimated to become the leader of the Demon Dao today...... Mowei Pavilion, forget it as a little brother, like the Black Demon Sect. ”

"The Demon Pavilion, which has deviated from the wishes of the predecessors of the Hatred Heaven, is not the living Demon Pavilion, and they don't even have the qualifications to give way to the Poison Dragon Sect to be their junior brother. Yinchen held a book and said while reading it, his tone was very light, as if he was saying common sense that everyone knew, but the four people sitting around could hear the endless killing in his words.

"Silver Dust, are you going to deal with the Poison Dragon Sect first or this so-called Demon Pavilion?" Wan Jianxin said with some interest, stuffing an unfinished book into the middle of the neatly stacked column.

"Poison Dragon Cult. They are the real murderers who killed Yun Wuyue, Wei Wuliang, and Zhang Mengmeng. Silver Dust said firmly, "But before that, I want to destroy the Puppet Sect first. ”

"Puppet Sect?!" Two of the four people were trembling. "Do you know where they are?" Wan Jian Xin asked with a gloomy face.

"You know, the northernmost part, the northernmost part of the Northland. I plan to take Lin Xuanchen with me after solving the matter here, and I will treat it as a tour. ”

"Infiltrate the ...... of the Northern Kingdom" Wan Jianxin's tone was full of unease: "You ......"

"Don't worry. The northerners have long been powerless in front of me, and Nalan Yewang who came this time is the same, and he will definitely play him badly. Yinchen's tone relaxed: "My life has just begun~~~~~~~~"

The three of them were silent, the young master of the mage in front of them was still very young, his life had just begun, but he had already done many earth-shattering things. Break into the secret realm, fight the blood sun, kill the enemy chieftain, push the most heavily defended prison storm pavilion in the imperial court, and recently heard that you can defeat the holy hand of the Western Regions with qin music...... These things are brought out separately, each of which can be boasted of for a lifetime, but he does it all by himself. Thinking of this, Wan Jianxin's own eyes were also a little bloodshot, he was very excited, he really wanted to follow this person to the end of the world, to see what height he could finally reach and what kind of earth-shattering things he could do.

"Is it a sure thing, right? I can easily achieve it as a poor swordsman. Wan Jianxin thought so, and suddenly reached the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion for a while, and then Liang Yunfeng's sharp voice with a hint of inferiority was heard: "Brothers, it's hard work-"

The large forces of the two royal palaces finally arrived.

After half an hour of madness, a thousand-strong brigade of the Shuangwang Mansion was stationed in the Scripture Pavilion, and a team of sixty-three maids from both sides began to busily dismantle all the unused robes, underwear, shorts, and seized clothing, and sew them into one emergency tent after another. Yang Ziyi, the woman with the highest cultivation, was "lazy", begging for all kinds of medicinal herbs and pills in the crowd, and urgently refining the "Dragon Slaying Poison Lan", and Zhao Detian, the son of the king, was a rotten man, after seeing the great harvest of more than 4,000 books, he was happy for a while, and actually ordered to take local materials and prepare a wine banquet.

"Can there be a banquet in this kind of place?" Yinchen looked at the chaotic camp, turned his head and asked Zhao Lingyun.

"Zhao Detian, the guy who is used to enjoying it, can't stand any suffering at all. True King Zhao Lingyun spread his hands helplessly: "Anyway, he has a lot of subordinates, and he treats his subordinates very harshly, if I persuade him, he will be ridiculed for not deterring the majesty of his subordinates! I don't want to be ridiculed for nothing! So...... I can't persuade him, so I can only let him go. ”

"What do you think of him?" asked Silver Dust.

"How's that?"

"If you are in danger at the same time as him, and your life is in danger, will you save him?"

“...... No. Zhao Lingyun's eyes flowed through a moment of hesitation and struggle, and finally said these two words, not a word of affection and righteousness.

"You're doing well!" Yinchen patted him on the shoulder and said with satisfaction, "As a king, you always need to put your subordinates in the most important position, in addition to rewards and punishments, you also have to be responsible for their lives and even future development! ”

"Why don't you say that I am ruthless and unrighteous?" Zhao Lingyun asked in a fierce tone, as if he was angered by the choice he had just made: "What if you and I are in danger at the same time, and I can't protect myself, and I don't want to save you?!"

'If I'm in danger, I'm not going to let you come to me.' Yinchen said firmly: "I can't do it myself, which means that if you come to save me, you will only take yourself." How can I bear it?"

"Master, you!" Zhao Lingyun clenched his fists, and then let go of them suddenly, but his eyes were already red. Yes, Master Yinchen, a master in the world, he is in danger of encountering it, it is impossible for him to intervene at all, and it is impossible to give him any help! What can a person who has returned from the moon do?

"His Royal Highness the True King, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, please come over and reward your merits. At this time, the special diplomatic machine of the Demon Pavilion, Liang Yunfeng walked fifteen meters behind Zhao Lingyun, knelt down and respectfully said. Zhao Lingyun pursed his lips and moved his facial expression fiercely to make himself look at least normal, before he arched his hand towards Yinchen: "Disciple will deal with some trivial matters first, and then come to honor Master!"

"Go, relax, I don't seem to be old enough to need others to be filial!" Yinchen reached out and touched his chin, a sixteen-year-old boy, where can he grow a beard.

Zhao Lingyun was gone, and Silver Dust took this opportunity to cast a magic spell and turn a part of the stone floor into a hard stone house for his own people to live in. Zhang Baisheng stood from a distance and watched, his eyes were full of envy and yearning, but when he remembered the black robe on his body, he really had no position or reason to ask for someone to ask Yinchen to give him the same house.

Yinchen walked into the stone house he left for himself, waved his hand to conjure up a futon, and lay down comfortably, but felt two people coming at the door.

"Hell, I'll talk to Silver Dust alone. Wan Jianxin's voice sounded outside the door, and then there was a sonorous voice from the prison: "It's okay, help me ask what to do if these demons always provoke us." ”

"Okay," Wan Jianxin agreed, and entered the doorway, where he saw Silver Dust lying lazily on the bed, and a huge flame circle still shining on the ground. He sighed slightly in his heart, this brother, no matter whether he opened his eyes or closed his eyes, ate and slept, he never really relaxed.

"What's the matter?" Silver Dust snorted, and one of the walls of the stone house protruded and quickly changed into a single sofa, leather. "Sit. Yinchen said casually, Wan Jianxin nodded, and sat down casually.

"Silver Dust, why did you come down from the moon when the secret realm began?" Wan Jianxin understands Silver Dust's temperament, and he doesn't go around the bend, he knows that if you go around the bend with the mage, the other party can wrap your whole person into a cyclotron.