"Ten years of nurturing grace, ten years of enlightenment virtue, in exchange for nothing more than a dose of 'Luo Heart-devouring Gu'! The three worshippers, the seven elders, and the patriarch, all of them have blood flowing backwards all over their bodies, their meridians are broken, they are in pain, and they scream for three days and die, how should this great hatred be calculated?" The young man listened to Yin Xueli's cry, and was not moved at all, but refuted the little girl with cold and short words, leaving the little girl speechless. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After half a ring, Yin Xueli seemed to remember something, and suddenly said: "According to legend...... Is it true that among those hundreds of people are girls who have not yet left the court, children who are waiting to be fed?" her tone was full of judgmental questioning, but the answer she received was like a pardon.

"Fart!" The young man refused: "Don't treat the Demon Pavilion at that time as a puppet sect!" He seemed to be irritated by Yin Xueli, and suddenly said in a stern and solemn tone that the demon Dao characters are not good at: "Don't say anything about one person doing things and one person doing things, first of all, Beichen Xing, the bastard, has never taken on it himself, and how can his dog life be compared to the ancestor?" Miss Yin, you need to know that the Demon Wei Pavilion before the old man grinding blood was just a chaotic evil way, drowsy, and mixed with the days, and there were two or three kittens under the door, and almost everyone in the rivers and lakes could be bullied! If it weren't for the old man of the Demon Blood who improved the three great divine skills of the Demon Wei Pavilion, would you think that the Demon Wei Pavilion would be one of the ten major sects? Can you become the leader of the Demon Dao in the world? The entire Demon Wei Pavilion is equivalent to receiving the grace of reinvention to the Blood Grinding Ancestor, but who knew that such a person was actually poisoned to death by the most trusted person! died a miserable death, such hatred, can't be overstated, right?"

Yin Xueli quieted down and grinned awkwardly. The sinister and cruel warriors of the rivers and lakes, she only deeply realized it at this time. At this moment, there was only a heavy gray sadness in her heart. In her early twenties, she really felt the darkness and squalor of this so-called flower world at this moment. She didn't know who to resent at this moment, and she felt that she should resent someone and resented the whole world. She never thought that the world of rivers and lakes that she had longed for, the chivalrous world, turned out to be so ...... It's disgusting and terrifying.

She smiled awkwardly, and didn't even notice the young man with his back to her, and lowered her eyes as if she were about to fall into suspended animation. She was disappointed, she gave up, and in such a prison where there was no hope at all, she thought she could die and rest. "I just don't know if after reincarnation, will I have to roll in such a bitter world for the rest of my life!" her heart was full of trauma and exhaustion.

"Who are you? Why...... Blow them up?" Just as both of them fell silent, the third person in the prison, Bei Xingxing, who was acting as the torturer, finally spoke again, his tone was full of pleading.

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that my mantle master is Mr. Demon Heart, and that's enough. As for whether I have some more clever soul locking secret technique than the 'Wind Chime Gu', that's not something you can know, I think you also know, my life is very cheap, if I die, I will die, and if I am crippled, I will be crippled, it's not a big deal, but if the soul locking secret technique on my body is accidentally triggered by you, then ...... I can't tell you what happened next. After all, for the sake of his mantle master, the mantle teacher insists on arresting your family members and eating them, and I really can't stop it. The young man said with a wicked smile, and even Yin Xueli could hear the deep malice tumbling in his words.

"No! don't!" Beichenxing let out a desperate scream, as if he were the prisoner who was being tortured here at this time, he got up, but he couldn't stand on his feet because his mind was shaking, and he fell on the ground as soon as he took a step, and crawled to the young man, hand and foot, and grabbed the handle of the whip sword.

Yin Xueli's body tensed suddenly, and she even instinctively closed her eyes tightly. She didn't know why she was afraid, why she was worried that she seemed to care very much about the life of that young man in the Demon Pavilion, it stands to reason that such a demonic way, life and death have nothing to do with her, right?

It was expected that the North Star pulled hard, and the scene of the young man's head rolling down and blood flowing from the Demon Pavilion did not happen. Beichenxing grasped the handle of the whip sword, and as soon as Gang Feng spit out, the whip sword automatically let go of the young man's neck, and swooped back into his hand and turned into a dagger. Beichenxing hurriedly hid the dagger, and then rolled and crawled to untie the young man from the torture rack, he was impetuous, his hands were busy, and he touched the wounds on the young man's body several times, and the pain made the young man tremble, but he still refused to snort.

After a long time, the young man came down from the torture rack and sat down on the ground, but fortunately his ass was not injured, otherwise it would have been difficult to clean up.

"That's right. Yin Xueli, who was in the cage, suddenly said in a loud voice: "You are a dignified person who has returned to the void realm, are you still afraid of the current Demon Pavilion?" she asked curiously, but there was only exhaustion in her voice.

"Cover the door. The young man inhaled and said, "The patriarch told the master about the cover door of this goods...... Ten years ago, when the teacher slaughtered Jiang Huaxue in the sect, this guy was not in the sect, and he didn't know where to hide, now, hey, if the teacher's whereabouts are known, then it will really be a small life!" The young man finished speaking in a weird way, and then yelled at Beichen Xinghuo: "Hey! You are also my junior uncle! Healing pills! How can you be so stingy!" The tone of his last sentence was no different from that of reprimanding the servant.

Beichenxing hurriedly jumped up, obediently took out the pill and offered it with both hands, so that he really looked like a servant, and Yin Xueli frowned.

The man took the medicine, and after only a few moments, wisps of chaotic and chaotic wind appeared on his body again, and the wind did not seem to be strong, but it made Beichenxing's face change wildly, as if he had seen a cat and a mouse, and he crawled and shrank into the corner. The young man smiled evilly, inhaled suddenly, and didn't know what secret means he used, he actually absorbed all the overflowing Gangfeng into his body, on the surface, he seemed to be the poor guy who couldn't run at all.

"That's it, for the sake of your contribution to the former Mowei Pavilion, I'll just say it directly, my name is Sakura Shixuan, I was born as a person with Master's Demon Heart, and death was his ghost, and now I have left Mowei Pavilion with Master...... No matter if you die at the hands of the master in the future or are let go like a generous fart by his old man, don't forget my master, and my advice: even if you wander the world and become a beggar, don't be the dog of the slave of Jianzhou, even if you vote for the emperor of the north, don't be the dog of the slave of Jianzhou, the people of Jianzhou are the best at raising slaves, and the slaves in their hands are also the lowest **** in the world...... That's all he said, okay, let's send the master back to prison. ”

After Sakura Shixuan finished speaking, he actually stood up tremblingly, and even wanted to hold on to the wall and take a few steps. Yin Xueli looked at his flesh-and-blood legs that were almost scraped into white bones, and somehow felt distressed.

Beichen Xing seemed to remember that he was a torture officer at this time, and the young man of the Demon Wei Pavilion in front of him was his own prisoner, so he quickly jumped up, and when he arrived at the door, he beckoned a few tall "jailers" to take Sakura Shixuan down, he glanced back at Yin Xueli in the iron cage, and a trace of ruthlessness and longing flashed in his eyes, and then sighed, and with a wave of his hand, Yin Xueli was locked up in an empty cell dedicated to special prisoners.

The cell was empty and clean, Yin Xueli looked at the two "jailers" who closed the iron door, and only felt that they were not jailers at all, but soldiers on the march and fighting. "Can't a soldier be a jailer?" she asked herself, without an answer, only that this dark cell seemed to be filled with an impermanent fate.

She intuitively thought that in the days when she was in prison, she was afraid that there would never be a moment of peace.

......

The light flashed, and the silver-dusted gate stepped out and stood on a high ridge.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sound is getting weaker and weaker. The Metropolitan Protectorate in the dark night is really sinking in the mournful mountain wind and cold rain at this moment.

The torches moving in the distance were slowly extinguished, and the expected shouts of killing, the clashing of weapons and the whistling of the wind did not come, only the sound of a group of ironclad male soldiers shouting trumpets and walking by, monotonous like clockwork machinery. The corners of Silver Dust's eyes moved, and a purple light unique to the arcane space appeared on his body, a black assassin's cloak, and a white "Neglected Skeleton" quietly added, and then under the effect of a wave of light magic, the dark robe cloak gradually turned into a silver-white gorgeous suit.

The aura of silver was like some kind of ancient divine blessing on the robe originally used for concealment, which was crowned by the gods, the outermost layer of the three layers of silver dust's magic shield.

Undercurrent Demon Shield, Frost Guard, Crowned by Gods, this is the only triple shield on Silver Dust's body, although compared to other orthodox mages, such a defense can be called a fortress level, but in the Wind Source Continent, a place where warriors are rampant, such a triple shield may not be able to block a blow from a master of the Combined Dao, let alone have any self-protection ability in front of the warriors of the Returning Void Realm.

The mage's defenses are always fragile. Silver Dust has no plate armor to wear, no body protection Gangfeng to rely on, and never believes that he is the darling of the sky favored by fate, what he can rely on is only - distance in addition to the five-second invincibility that can be called a miracle in the realm.

Silver Dust shook his right arm a little uneasily, he always felt that after the battle with the Beacon City, his right hand was a little disobedient, and the spell position of the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist in the sea of qi was always frantically spewing out streams of golden energy. "Could it be that there haven't been enough opportunities to use the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist in recent years, and the old man of Thunder God has made a fuss?" Yinchen sighed, a little unimpressed by the two remnant soul children's bets of Thunder God and Ghost God. "Is it just a good move to use it a few times?" he flattened his mouth, pulled his hood on himself, and looked around, the white skull on his chest suddenly turned black for some reason, as if it was blackened by some invisible charcoal fire, and the expression of the whole skull seemed to become funny and helpless, completely devoid of the viciousness and ferocity that a black magic object should have, to the point that it looked like some kind of hip-hop ornament. Around the silver dust, a dark invisible force field also descended in an instant, this is another of his realms, the nightmare realm, this realm is full of terrifying illusions, these illusions are not bizarre or eerie, but always show the world ten seconds ago, the most terrifying thing about this field is that it can be maintained all the time, although it is constantly accumulating light element compensation, but it is not as time limited as the ice and fire realm, as long as silver dust is not afraid of the increase in the level of elemental compensation, it can be kept open, and the other point is that the rules of this field itself are that the gods are imperceptible, that is, the creator of the realm, Silver Dust, cannot be perceived, but whenever someone breaks through this limit, their senses will be modified.

Dark Nightmare, this is the true power of a legendary Holy Magister, this illusion-creating magic is neither "depriving people of their feelings", nor "creating people's feelings", but only "modifying people's feelings", invisibly, deceiving enemies, deceiving teammates, and even deceiving loved ones, Silver Dust is reluctant to use this magic too much, just for fear that he will fall into a crazy impulse to deceive everyone.

The silver-robed man had everything ready on the high ridge of the roof, and then jumped down.

Silver's figure flew over the heads of a group of iron-colored chainmail soldiers, and flew to the stone steps 20 miles away by a slow fall and a short time in the air, but the group of soldiers did not notice it. The silver-colored mage tightened his robes and sped into the unknown darkness in the pouring rain.

In the state of dark nightmares, he can only use dark magic, which can naturally easily be blessed with infernal night vision, so he can jump up and down the slippery steps on a rainy night without any lighting, and move towards the goal he thought he had at the beginning.

The more it rained, the more presumptuous it became. The icy rain line stuck to the coronation of the gods, and the cold air guarded by the frost inside completely turned into layers of thin ice film sticking to a foot away from the body, and gradually turned into a transparent huge ice egg. The sudden rainstorm almost extinguished the lights of the entire city, and from a distance, under the dark blue sky, the slightly reddish dark black city and the pure dark black mountain nested together with each other, like a hideous black beast, and like the gate of hell, exuding an astonishing death breath. The white terror of "The Prohibition of Arms" and the blood, tears and humiliation of the military occupation of the northern country are all precipitated under the dark and rainy night at this moment, just waiting for the night to explode as soon as the night passes.

Night, sometimes is the countdown to the end. (To be continued.) )