"I do have a lot of treasures on me, but the question is, do you dare to rob it?" Yinchen's tone suddenly relaxed, it was a kind of tired relaxation after struggling, and finally took this step, and finally used this golden finger, Yinchen's heart was also bitter, activating the puppet, which meant that he had lost in the battle, and it had reached the point where he couldn't handle the opponent in front of him with his own magic and cultivation, and he couldn't even escape. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info puppet came out, and it was not the biggest hole card for Silver Dust, but a direct showdown.

"You, you, this ......" The most honorable deputy sect master said incoherently, unable to say a complete sentence horizontally and vertically, and cold sweat remained layer by layer, melting the light makeup on her face into abstract artistic lines. The other people's faces have long since become a piece of chaos, and even Picasso can't recognize what it is. Fourteen of them formed a formation of geese, all over their bodies, and merged into one of the most powerful small armies in the world, but they still could not provide them with the slightest sense of security. After being bombarded with cannons by Silver Dust for so long, these old women also somewhat understood that the cylinders of different lengths and thicknesses on those moving iron towers were definitely not burning sticks.

Among them, no one dared to imagine that with so many long guns and short cannons shooting together, how could these guys whose cultivation was just a return to the Void Golden Pill dodge.

The scene was deadlocked, the old women of the Xie Yu Sect were very face-loving, fighting for honor, compared to the ordinary demon way, they were not very able to immediately pull down their faces to beg for mercy from a childish child who had entered the body, but if they didn't beg for mercy, they would all have to die here.

In the face of the Puppet Sect, except for Yinchen himself, no one in this world dares to take chances.

Elder Taishang was the first to wake up from the shock, and she was the first to see through life and death, relaxed her body, put away her gangfeng, lowered her eyes, whether she pretended to be heroic or not, she stopped, and finally said: "Childish, report your name! Let the old body understand the death, and let the Xie Yuzong lose to understand!"

"I thought you had already lost a long time ago! I didn't even know the new Hanlin Academy's lectures, so I really don't know where you got the confidence to go against Romans Daisy. ”

A clear and cold voice came from behind, and Elder Taishang turned around suddenly, not caring whether such a large movement would attract the attack of the puppet, she turned around and turned the whole way, looking at the person who appeared in front of her with hatred and anger on her face.

That beautiful and elegant woman, dressed in a very simple black Luo skirt, but there were red blood beads on her snow-white shoulders, her breath was very weak, very chaotic, and even had a hint of exhaustion, obviously rushing out in order to hold on, shaking the foundation, and damaging the dantian, I am afraid that it will be difficult to make progress in the future. She rushed out at the expense of future cultivation, the black Luo skirt was crumpled, covered with black mud, stains, blood and dust, obviously after a hard fight, she carried a snatched dogleg knife in one hand, and a wooden stick in the other, limping, but still silently walked over, behind her, was a dilapidated and dark tunnel like an abandoned subway exit.

"Sect Master, hehe, hehehe!" The Taishang Sect Master let out a burst of nightschool-like sneers, there was no ridicule, no sarcasm, no hatred in that laughter, only a thick despair and sadness of the end of the road: "I can't think of it, I can't think of it! Our Interpretation Sect has exhausted its organs, laid out for a full twenty-two years, sacrificed an entire generation, but still can't save the decadent situation! Interpretation Sect, Interpretation Sect, why is it so hard! Our girl from Interpretation Sect, should she be born like this?!" She lamented that for a while, she was in tears.

When the others heard this, they also wept silently, and in the face of the puppet army that was impossible to defeat, everyone had a helpless sadness in their hearts. Interpretation of the Sect, Interpretation of the Sect, the Interpretation of the Sect that stands in the top ten sects of the Heavenly List, the Interpretation of the Sect that recruits beautiful and poor women in the world, did it really respond to that sentence, a thin face?

Although they painted themselves ugly, the tears they shed were still crystal clear, all the unscrupulous means that these old women gave and fought for, did not follow the rules, and all the sacrifices were just for a Interpretation Sect, and their feelings for the sect were so pure that they should not be questioned in any way.

They and Yang Ziyi are actually the same kind of people.

"Heaven is evil, but it is still possible to live, but it is not possible to live. Ladies and gentlemen, from the very beginning, when I was poisoned and arrested, I said that I am me, Mingquan is Mingquan, and there is a fundamental difference between me and Mingquan, so we will not conspire with each other. I don't want to care about the dirt between the Interpretation Sect and the Orchid Cosmos, and I can't control it, but you still do it to me, now you know, right? To deal with the Orchid Cosmos, the Interpretation Sect has enough strategy, but it is too far away to deal with other people. ”

Yang Ziyi staggered around most of the wild goose formation with a wooden stick, and came to the thirteen venerable elders, and the Supreme Elder also turned around mechanically and numbly with her movement, and the fourteen people of the Interpretation Sect turned into a row of standing postures waiting to be shot.

Yinchen completely relaxed, walked over and gently supported Yang Ziyi, and a golden gate opened again behind him, and the puppets lined up in two rows and walked in with Hitler's military song.

The gate was closed, the illusion disappeared, everything seemed to have never happened, and then the flickering firelight around showed that the fierce battle here was not an illusion.

"Wait, Ziyi, you said you ...... Actually, it's not from Mingquan?" At this time, the most honorable deputy sect master of the Interpretation Sect reacted, and hurriedly asked, "...... you?"

"You're stupid!, Xu Mengli!" Yang Ziyi looked at this "fellow doorman" who had been fighting with her for many years, and there was no edge in her tone, only the ease of being about to get out of the sea of suffering: "Yinchen is so obvious with silver hair and silver eyes, can't you recognize it? He is the true prince of the king, how can he be a person from Mingquan?......

"But didn't Mingquan marry her?" the screeching elder interjected.

"So he should listen to Mingquan?" Yang Ziyi rolled her eyes: "Han Chan'er, I said that you have no brains, you still don't believe it, now you know, right? Let me ask you, does Mingquan have three heads or what, what means can you use to invite a puppet!"

Yang Ziyi's words silenced all the high-level members of the Interpretation Sect. And Yinchen wouldn't explain anything to them, so he directly helped Yang Ziyi up, and said coldly: "Prismatic positioning!"

The two men disappeared into a flash of light.

The fourteen high-ranking members of the Interpretation Sect, you look at me, I look at you, all of them are frightened and desperate. Elder Taishang sighed lightly and said to his subordinates on the left and right: "That's it, it's a blessing or a curse, and it can't be avoided! If they really tell Mingquan that cheap seed, we can only bite the bullet and get up in advance! Instead of trembling and praying here, waiting, and pondering! It's better to seize this last little bit of time to prepare! Who is that!, by the way, it's called Xu Mengli! From now on, you will be the sect master of the Interpretation Sect! The internal affairs of the sect will depend on you to grasp it, and now, immediately organize manpower, count the losses, and treat the wounded......”

Elder Taishang's words rekindled the hope of tomorrow among the originally desperate and anxious leaders of the Interpretation Sect, even though the tomorrow they faced was full of chaos and unknown. The eyes of the elders and the deputy sect masters lit up, and they didn't even care about the order of the sect leader who was like the Elder Taishang temporarily catching a strong man. Xu Mengli, who was suddenly promoted as the sect master, pursed the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a bitter and wish-fulfilling smile. She finally defeated Yang Ziyi and became the real sect master of the Interpretation Sect, although the cost was high, and she even provoked a more powerful enemy than Lan Cosmos, but as the first sect master in the history of the Interpretation Sect who did not have a cover door (she didn't know that Yang Ziyi did not have a cover door on her body, otherwise it would be impossible to poison Yang Ziyi, and she would definitely try to rebel against her), she was satisfied and had high morale.

"The elder has a life, and the concubine will definitely live up to the trust. Xu Mengli saluted slightly, and said to everyone: "Yang Ziyi has escaped, we can only plan for the worst now, that is, the Mingquan slut knows our plan, and is already organizing people to play the pressure! What she can mobilize is nothing more than the people of the Demon Power Pavilion and the Divine Sword Gate, at most plus some personal guards of the prince and the prince, it looks powerful, but we are not without a chance to turn the tables! Everyone, you must remember that the secret realm is dangerous! Betrayals and accidents are endless! With the current state of the sect's vitality, facing the Ming Spring, we will definitely be dead, but we can wait, wait until the Demon Wei Pavilion and the Poisonous Dragon Sect settle the old accounts in the Red Blood Demon Realm, wait until the Divine Sword Gate and the Golden Sword Gate are the grievances between those righteous paths, and even wait until all the princes and princes of the country are almost killed, we can come out of the shadows and give Lan Cosmos a knife! Now what we have to do is nothing more than to lurk and hide, recuperate, and at the same time see what kind of harvest there is in this newly won underground palace! "Xu Mengli is worthy of being the closest to the position of the deputy sect master, not to mention anything else, that is, the ability to command and dispatch and the ability of strategic analysis are not comparable to others, and even the Taishang Elder is not as good as her. Xu Mengli was ordered to be in danger, full of ambition, and after Elder Taishang comforted everyone, she once again spoke out to encourage and boost morale, and then issued a series of specific orders, so that the Interpretation Sect, which had just encountered a big battle, came out of the shadow of the fiasco.

I have to say that the Interpretation Sect is lucky. Although they suffered a big loss in the hands of Yinchen, they were such a silver-colored magician, but they really let Mingquan, let King Mei, let Cosmos or Blazing White Peony, and only know the news of the rebellion of the Interpretation Sect many days late, and won the most adequate preparation time for this sect that has always been regarded as a tool and a wedding dress.

......

The surrounding light slowly brightened, and it seemed that the sun was shining brightly on the surface of the sea, and even the secret place under the sea became brighter. The magician looked up at the water above the dome slowly turning light blue, and squinted slightly as the fish gradually became active.

Yang Ziyi followed him silently, like a homeless little girl, even though she was old enough to be Yinchen's mother.

The former Sect Master of the Interpretation Sect turned his head sideways, looked at the side face of the magician a little, and nodded slightly, obviously the face of the silver-haired young man had been approved by her. "Xiao Xuan'er finally has a lifelong trust, and she can fight for a long time for the sake of her concubine under the siege of so many masters, at least in terms of righteousness. She thought to herself, her eyes becoming more and more like that of a mother-in-law who was picking a son-in-law, and the magician was almost unaware of her gaze.

At this time, she was struggling to hold the wand of the thorn, and a huge amount of mysterious power was poured into it, and the runes of the wand were transformed into earth-attribute magic power, condensing the sand under her feet into rocks, and lifting it up little by little into a small artificial hill, slightly shaking and lifting him and Yang Ziyi upward.

The magician stood on the top of the "mountain" and looked into the distance, his sight was more than three times the distance of the magic, and after a long time, he pointed in the direction of eleven o'clock, and said in a brisk tone, "Found it! ”

After he finished speaking, he tugged on Yang Ziyi's sleeve and launched an instantaneous movement, and the two appeared together at the location where Yinchen had just pointed out in the air.

......

It's dawn.

Wan Jianxin slowly inserted the holy sword into the scabbard and carefully examined the corpse under his feet.

"A group of wild demons seem to be being chased and killed by our fellow Daoists, so they rushed towards this side. Ichigo said with a gasp. After all, he did not fully recover, after a night of fighting, he only felt so tired that stars appeared in his eyes, and when he examined the corpse, he was a little distracted, in order to prevent accidents, he could only draw out his long sword and start the business of mending the knife, and give a sword to those who were lying on the ground, whether they were dead or not.

"Could it be the Golden Sword Gate?" Wan Jianxin straightened up, looked into the distance, and saw a man with long silver hair jumping out of the boundary of his field of vision, and behind him, there were more than a dozen disciples of the Iron Sword Sect standing crookedly, all of them were wounded, but there was no slight attrition in battle. More than 200 corpses fell at their feet, and none of the monks who charged yesterday survived, and all the troops were wiped out.

A dozen against two hundred, this is a typical victory achieved by using military strength.

'No, it won't. At this time, another disciple of the Iron Sword Sect walked up, stood side by side with his uncle, and looked into the distance that was slowly becoming brighter and clearer: "None of these people have a knife wound on their backs, and it is obviously not the work of the Golden Sword Sect. ”

"yes. Wan Jianxin was a little disappointed, because he had already seen that in the extreme distance of his vision, the figure of the former True King Zhao Guangyi emerged, becoming clearer and larger little by little.