Anger shook Teng Yunshen's head, as big as a scarecrow. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he came to his senses. Anger was like a stimulant, igniting his mind in the mire. His soul rose and flew into the clear sky. He touched the world higher and farther.

Most of the time, anger can make people lose their minds, and some of the time, anger can also make people focused. And a killer should know how to restrain anger and properly use that power.

Teng Yunshen tightly grabbed the veil of the moon and dragged it into his thoughts. The moonlight left a vivid imprint on his mind. Moonlight is an elusive thing, but what he gets is even more mysterious. What he got was a concept. The moonlight shuttles quickly in Teng Yunshen's maze of thoughts, like a child riding a bicycle to the holiday.

He intends to find out the secret of Moonlight's restlessness. Luckily, he was fast enough to press the shutter at the moment of inspiration.

Teng Yunshen sensed the pearl mage's gaze. The latter's eye sockets were empty, containing nothing but pitch-black caves. The gaze came from the beaded curtain beneath his feet, not from his distorted face. The pearl mage's soul is hidden behind sight. Maintaining a body that fluctuated one after another required him to devote more and more attention, so much that even Teng Yunshen could feel the uneasiness in his heart through this.

His reflexes were precise, but that doesn't mean he's fearless. Seconds ago, the killer's fist nearly flattened his deep features......

Teng Yunshen stood up straight.

Pour the translucent moonlight into the wizard's magical head and stir it to create a surge that overflows overhead. Teng Yunshen hoped that the tide surging from all directions would break the shape of the pearl mage. It's just that the thick night dilutes the brightness of the moonlight, and Teng Yunshen's magic uses the moonlight as clear as water as the raw material. This meant that he had to turn up the brightness of the moonlight.

It may sound like an incredible miracle, but for wizards, if they find the connection between everything, they can turn one thing into another like a trick.

Teng Yunshen has already done this.

He remembered what he saw and heard after passing through the gate. The moon is inconspicuous, like a stone used by people on a construction site to hold down drawings, and it stands alone in the corner of the night, releasing a light that seems to be absent, like snow particles that have stumbled into an inkstone. It's not so much that the night stains it, but that it stains the night. At this moment, the moonlight is becoming more and more dazzling. His intuition told him that the person responsible for this phenomenon was himself.

What did Teng Yunshen remember?

The girl made a thrilling arc in mid-air and slammed into the ground. The wizards of the Three Kings Ruins Protection Association may or may not have mastered the measure, it doesn't matter, no matter what, they all angered Teng Yunshen.

Inspiration whispered, churned, boiled, screamed in his veins.

The moon is born on the sea.

Teng Yunshen remembered this sentence again. It dawned on him. Inspiration struck his will, bringing the shudder of an approaching hurricane. He struck a stir, and then shattered circle after circle of rainbow light.

The moon is born in the night, and it is a thing of darkness. What about pearls? They come from below sea level, they are born in shells that see the light of day, and they are also dark things.

Darkness gives birth to their light. Teng Yunshen changed the luster of the pearls all over the ground into the moonlight in the sky.

He pushed again, pushing the luster of the pearl towards the moonlight. Now, all he has to do is push it again. The wizard knew nothing about his schemes. The moonlight turned into a downpour. He reached out and tore open the pearl mage's chest.

The string of beads crackled and broke under his ten fingers.

The unexpected rain distracted the pearl mage. Seeing that the situation was not good, he hurriedly shifted his focus elsewhere. As long as he maintains his original shape, he will immediately find a chance to counterattack. Cracking sound. The cracking sound rang out all the time. He first broke up his body, which was made of countless pearls, and then put them back together. The whole process only took him a few seconds.

The pearl mage's consciousness swept over one pearl after another, drilled in, drilled out again, like lightning.

Teng Yunshen's fingers were stained with a layer of greasy paint, its tone was deep, and it hid a kaleidoscopic texture, it felt sticky to the touch, but as soon as it touched Teng Yunshen's fingers, the smooth texture emerged from the shallow layer, like a fine silk satin.

It is a fragment of the remnants of the Shadow of Killing.

Teng Yunshen felt it with his skin, felt it with his breath, and felt it with his whole body. The Phantom's message scurried into his mind along a rapidly growing patch of rust.

A pearl flew over and pierced his chest like an angry machine-gun bullet. The sturdiness of the iron magic no longer sheltered him, and he became vulnerable.

Teng Yun knew how he should deal with the situation.

While he was asleep in the makeshift shelter, Rao wrote him a note with a rough description of how several alloys were used—the girl stuffed the note into his pocket along with the empty coin.

Teng Yunshen drew magic from the mirror iron coin embedded in his arm. If he had more time, he would have better options. However, time has always been a matter of life and death. The pearl mage spread his hands and feet, ready to deliver the final blow. For the sake of time, using Mirror Iron as a reserve of magic as a means of defense is the best option. Mirror Iron belongs to the same lineage of ferroalloys as Steel, and he can quickly transform from a Steel Mage to a Mirror Iron Mage.

Another expensive, cheap bullet flew towards him.

Pearl's colorful aura weakened him, and he could feel that his steel body was no harder than his opponent's pearl body. The difference was that the opponent was able to use his full body weight to push Pearl, and he couldn't last long under such a terrifying attack.

Teng Yun pounced on the pearl mage. The slightly dull luster of the mirror iron replaces the bright shine of the steel. Jingle bell. The bullet slammed into his body, which had become indestructible again, and flew in all directions.

The pearl mage hurriedly stepped back. He slowed down. Teng Yunshen's movements couldn't have been faster than him. However, Teng Yunshen has a clear purpose, and he knows the next steps well.

The killer saw the pearl mage's death.

The magic of the Mirror Iron will increase his resistance for the next period of time, and more importantly, he will temporarily escape the effects of the pearl's magic by making changes.

The killer bent down and picked up the most special tear in the sea of pearls. It is the reserve of the pearl mage and the basis for the pearl mage to cast spells.