Wei Wuliang's series of breakthroughs were given by Silver Dust, and it was given to him by Silver Dust's dark power, even if he had a real Wheel Writing Eye, if Silver Dust didn't show him the real dark power, he would never be able to comprehend the breath of the Demon King. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He admires Silver Dust, and even loves Silver Dust a little. He knew that if all this could be done all over again, if Yinchen simply joined the Demon Pavilion, and the Demon Pavilion was just a simple Demon Pavilion, then in the future, Silver Dust would definitely become a powerful monk that the Demon Pavilion relied on, and a dazzling new star rising in the Demon Pavilion, bringing a new era to Wei Wuliang, to the Demon Pavilion, and even to the ghost monks of the entire world, but all these beautiful visions must now be destroyed in his hands Wei Wuliang! In this regard, Wei Wuliang felt depressed, unwilling, irritable, distressed, and even a little doubtful about life.

Wei Wuliang said, the claw wrapped in the decaying aura reached into the face door of the silver dust, and then he slammed it, and the figure that had not yet landed turned in mid-air, and slapped it directly to the left with a claw.

The silver dust in front of him burst like a soap bubble at this time, and there was no trace at all.

To his left, a blue beam of light struck his claws, erupting into a skyrocketing blue icicle.

Silver Dust's figure was initially selected in another corner of the small space, he raised his arm flat, and like a pistol burst, a continuous blue light shot out from his ten fingertips. Prismatic icicles with a dodecagonal bottom rose from the soft blood-colored underside, and were then smashed by Wei Wuliang's martial arts routine of "Death and Death in Prison". At this time, Wei Wuliang was so strong that he almost broke through the dimensional wall compared to the first time he fought with Yinchen.

Wei Wuliang's cultivation realm has not changed at all, and he is still in the realm of the Dao, but he has mastered the "Demon King Breath" that is stronger than the "Breaking Xuan", and his combat power is almost as terrifying as the purple wind scattering people. He was bent on killing Silver Dust in order to end his inner torment and save a little bit of face as the protector of the Demon Pavilion.

"Ba Gong Black Sky Gang God Cannon!" The dark finger came over, Wei Wuliang didn't even block it at all, and directly intercepted this extreme huge force with the invisible gang wind around him, and the million-ton terrifying pressure couldn't even break Wei Wuliang's "ghost system" gang wind.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Wuliang once again deceived in front of Yinchen with his unpredictable and strange body technique.

"Boy, you can do it! you can do it better than those useless little bastards in the Demon Pavilion! but! you provoked people who shouldn't be messed with!" Wei Wuliang finally said what was in his heart at the moment when he was about to succeed, one of his hands had already gently grabbed Yinchen's collar, and the other hand was slapping it fiercely from Yinchen's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Yinchen had no way to teleport, because at the same time as Wei Wuliang was bullying in, a sentence from the purple wind sounded in his ears:

"That's enough! This immortal wants to see you catch and fight in pairs, not to watch you play hide and seek! Everyone and so on, reduce the speed of this immortal by half!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hands high like a nervous disorder and made a gesture like hugging the sun. Immediately after, in this blood-colored space, the purple light was bright. A distorted energy of light filled the small space.

Yinchen's body that was about to teleport suddenly sank, and his body was suddenly covered with a layer of heaviness that made him extremely uncomfortable, and the teleportation he was about to launch just now came to an abrupt end, and it was such a momentary negligence that Wei Wuliang caught him.

The pitch-black claw wind has blown his hair, and in the next quarter of a second, he will be sliced open by the withered right claw, and he will die a miserable death, and at this time, facing Wei Wuliang, who has the breath of the demon king, has been completely invalid for some reason, and the immortal song has been greatly damaged because of the previous forcible flipping of the elemental attributes, and fell into a deep sleep, and it can't be launched at all, and the ice and fire realm can't be used at all because of the wind, ghost, thunder and light elements that are enriched around it, and the silver dust at this time seems to have only one way to go by closing。

"Wait! this immortal didn't allow you to kill. At this critical moment, the sound of the purple wind scattering people reached Wei Wuliang's ears indifferently and somewhat mechanically. At the same time, a purple light suddenly fell.

The ghost claw that had been slapping downward suddenly lifted upwards and slashed heavily across the brilliant purple light. A half-black, half-purple ring-shaped shockwave erupted in the air, rumbling and sending the silver dust bullet flying. His collar was completely torn, and even a silver piece of cloth was still in Wei Wuliang's left palm.

After the sound of the dull wind crashing in, the purple light disappeared, and Wei Wuliang was completely still. He still maintained the posture he had just now, only a pair of dark eyes turned around, staring at the purple wind scattered.

"Look away, I didn't expect that this monster of yours is a really difficult opponent!" Wei Wuliang said, slowly lowering his hands and putting on a defensive posture, one of his ghost claws was still visibly trembling slightly at this time, obviously not taking advantage of any advantage in the fight just now.

Arcane purple light rose from behind, and silver dust fell silently back to the ground. He grabbed the broken collar and spat out a mouthful of blood in embarrassment, Wei Wuliang's attack just now almost killed him, as for defensive magic, it seems that it is useless in front of the master of the Combination Dao.

"It's a good master, and he actually stayed intact under the blow of this immortal in the air?" Purple Wind Sanren's divine sense was still plain and indifferent, even with that weird, puppet-like mechanical sense. His body floated up like a weightless cloud again, and slowly flew above everyone's heads: "It's a pity......! Except for catching and killing the immortals in pairs, there is no way out, do you want to get out of here alive? Simple, as long as you duel with each other and decide the winner in pairs, the last person who has never been defeated can walk out of here openly, as for the losers? Then leave the immortals to be the gatekeepers of the Purple Blood Temple!"

As he spoke, he stood proudly above the heads of all beings, like an evil king on the throne of heaven. The monks below and a wounded mage could only look up at him. "Of course, you can also choose not to fight, then you will slowly rot and die here, by the way, if you don't start within ten minutes, then this 'blood prison' will really be filled with blood, and you will also drown in blood, and your body will turn into pus and blood. (To be continued.) )