In this instant.

The Black Tower suddenly understood the mystery of the clutches of the remnant silver.

He also gained insight into the reason why the clutches of the remnants of the silver were called "remnants" and called "demons".

However, he could never tell anyone what he had discovered before he died.

Under the gentle and graceful clutches of the remnant silver clutches.

This black pagoda who once spanned the cultivation realm and the immortal realm for a long time.

This Sumeru Palm Monster who once dominated the divine realm and no one ever knew his real name.

A generation of heroes, just like this, the whole body suddenly burst out with a blood-red brilliance.

It's like a flower that is suddenly blown off its branches by a soft breeze in the sun.

Almost simultaneously dissolves into powder and light mist.

Disappear from people's eyes.

Beautiful ruined miè, even more cruel and ruthless lore.

Yun Feng, who was closest to the Black Pagoda, was completely frightened by what had happened in this instant.

In the divine realm tens of thousands of years ago, Yun Feng was born in Yunmen, a martial arts family.

He has been practicing the Divine Sword since he was a child, and the Sanqin Divine Sword is famous all over the world, and he knows a lot about the swordsmanship of the Yanhuang Star Domain.

He is the most outstanding among the disciples of the Cloud Sect, and his skill cultivation is not weak after millions of years of cultivation.

However, he didn't see the mystery of the clutch of the silver clutch at all.

Because in the eyes of everyone, the Black Tower looks silly.

It's as if looking for death, and voluntarily sending his body to the clutches of the remnant silver.

The spacious underground hall was eerily silent for a moment, and there was an eerie horror flowing in the silence.

And the fighting, shouting, palming, and slashing sounds of Fang Cai were all frozen in an instant like ice.

However, this qiē gives the impression that it is the silence before another storm comes.

It is full of treachery and turmoil, surging with restlessness.

It makes people invisibly rise out of an indescribable horror and horror.

Especially when the cold and sharp gaze of the Remnant Silver Devil's clutch was withdrawn from a distance and moved to Yun Feng's face.

The fear that penetrated into the bone marrow became more and more intense and piercing.

Yun Feng reluctantly squeezed out some calm smiles on his face.

But this kind of calmness fell into the eyes of others, but it turned into tragedy and horror.

The face of the remnant silver clutch was still blank without a trace of expression.

In the dim light, Yun Feng only felt that this face was like a ghost coming out of a tomb.

Rotten gas, corpse gas, dead gas, seemingly absent, but everywhere hidden in the void.

The remnant silver demon snorted coldly in his nostrils, and said, "Do you still use me to do it?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Yun Feng's face immediately turned pale.

Jing Yihao, who was close behind him, also had goosebumps all over his body and trembled.

To him, human life is precious, and he can't imagine attacking a person who has no grudge against him.

Yun Feng entered the Illusion Realm from the Divine Realm, and he had been mixing with the Soul Refining Department for many years, and the shape in front of him made him clear in his heart at a glance.

He knew that if he wanted to get out of it today, it would be absolutely impossible.

It's all because of the cultivation skills revealed in the clutches of the remnant silver, which are extremely powerful.

He knew a lot about the Black Tower, who died after only one move in the hands of others.

How could I, Yun Feng, be someone else's opponent? Yun Feng knew that he was definitely not an opponent of the Remnant Silver Devil's Hand.

However, Yun Feng is the former head of the famous Divine Realm Cloud Gate, and the Divine Realm demons who died under him are no longer known.

Today, when it comes to life and death, Yun Feng can afford to let it go, thinking-"If my life is lost in the hands of this person who has cultivated to a high level, it will not be unjustly killed." ”

It is important to know that people have the same mentality, that is, when they can escape, they naturally try to escape.

When he knew that he could no longer live, he had to accept his fate.

Yun Feng's thoughts were tumbling in his mind, and a wave of pride rose to the sky.

After conveying to Zhao Xiang that he would never regret it.

Yun Feng quickly cast the Split Body **, and his whole body erupted with an earth-shattering momentum.

A blazing flame suddenly rushed towards the clutches of the remnant silver.

The golden pill fire in the sky quickly enveloped the clutches of the remnant silver demon.

The majestic flames made the eyes of all the men moist and grieved.

However, they also knew that Yun Feng had no choice but to do it, and if he didn't ignite the golden pill, he would also die.

The eyes of all the men showed grief and admiration.

They saw that Yun Feng, who had ignited the flame of the golden pill, had already tightly wrapped the clutches of the remnant silver in the flames.

Not one of them didn't think that before the Remnant Silver Demon Palm was destroyed, Yun Feng would definitely completely destroy him!

And yet they were all wrong.

Yun Feng in the blazing fire smiled sadly.

Only he understood, and understood that his hope of burning jade and stone had come to naught.

In the raging firelight, Yun Feng's whole body was numb.

In this paralyzing feeling, there is a kind of happiness that makes people give up the duel.

The feeling of letting go of the immediate situation became stronger and stronger, and the happiness that came with it remained in him for a long time.

Zhao Xiang, who was holding his breath and stealth, saw this qiē in his eyes.

He felt indescribably depressed, uncomfortable and even desperate about the poison of the clutches of the remnant silver.

In this depression, discomfort, and despair, there are some surprises and fears, and more injustice and anger.

At this moment, Zhao Xiang was quite conflicted.

He wanted to draw his sword and rise to the top of his game against the clutched silver clutches that had terrified almost all the illusory bodies in the Illusory World.

He wanted to immediately condemn the clutches of the remnants of silver for being so cruel and ruthless, and for being so ruthless.

But he also understood that anger can make people lose their minds.

He understands better that impulsiveness can easily make people hot-headed and take crazy measures that do not help.

Doing so will give you nothing but the pleasure of venting, the bloody process, or the greater failure.

Zhao Xiang is waiting, observing, looking for an opportunity.

He knew that his skill and cultivation were simply not enough to deal with the clutches of the Remnant Silver Demon.

His only advantage is to seize the opportunity to give him the most ferocious and violent blow with the help of many magic weapons.

Of course, this opportunity can be exposed by the other party, fought for by yourself, or created by others.

Even the slightest bit of it will do.

The cloud peak in the hall was burning with the fire of Jindan.

Although the fire was getting stronger and stronger, only he painfully knew that he had no chance to fight back.

If it weren't for the sword qi of millions of years of cultivation, he would be guarding the last bit of his still sober sanity.

The flame of the golden pill he lit would soon be extinguished.

Together with all his divine senses, they would turn into smoke within three or five breaths.

The reason why he is persisting is that he wants to understand as much information as possible in the last moments of his life.

Then pass this information through the sober divine consciousness guarded by the sword qi, and break through the ferocious encirclement and suppression of the clutches of the remnant silver demon.

Pass it to Zhao Xiang.

Yun Feng didn't want to, and he didn't want to be even more unwilling, his sacrifice was not worth it.

He swore that he would be worthy of his divine consciousness and cultivation that he had cultivated for millions of years.

He has to be worthy of the physical body that his little brother Zhao Xiang refined for him.

What a strong, upright, and flawless body this is.

Yun Feng sighed in his heart, but unfortunately I can't have it anymore, and I will say goodbye to it forever.

The dense killing machine turned into a gentle tide, impacting every wisp of Jindan fire ignited by Yunfeng wave after wave.

The sweet taste intensifies, and the feeling of beauty rises.

Drunk in pain, drunk and intoxicated.

Happiness after sinking, and destruction after happiness.

At the last moment of death, Yun Feng used his sword qi to stay behind in secret.

In the midst of the roar, a faint white light suddenly burst out from the raging flames.

Then, the white light disappeared in a blur in the shocked and angry gaze of the Remnant Silver Demon's clutches.

And the invisible Zhao Xiang felt a pain in the depths of the sea, and then the sky swirled, followed by a terrifying anger.

At the last moment of his life, Yun Feng left the last wisp of information and slammed into the depths of Zhao Xiang's sea of knowledge.

If it weren't for Zhao Xiang's starry sky and sea knowledge, I am afraid that this group of information would at least hit it hard.

Yun Feng can no longer control the strength, angle, and timing.

He could only barely send it into Zhao Xiang's mind.

The powerful impact naturally made Zhao Xiang's head feel like it had been bombarded by lightning, and the pain was extreme.

Fortunately, Zhao Xiang's divine sense was not ordinarily powerful, but super powerful, so he quickly stabilized his splitting head.

In just a thousandth of an instant, Zhao Xiang sorted out his divine consciousness that was in the midst of the riot and wandered around.

However, after understanding the truth, Zhao Xiang could no longer calm down.

Because Yun Feng used his life to create a chance for him.

If you are the slightest sluggish, this opportunity will be missed.

And this kind of miss is likely to make the Yanhuang Star Domain miss peace and harmony.

Maybe from now on, the Yanhuang Star Domain will have a long night, a long road, a long hatred, and a long howl!

The news that Yun Feng passed on to Zhao Xiang was like this-"Brother, the most powerful part of the remnant silver clutch is concentrated in one point. ”

"The clutches of the remnant silver have been refined into a violent poisonous gas that quickly stimulates and paralyzes the divine sense. ”

"Before you attacked, this poison gas had penetrated deep into your consciousness. ”

"By the time you attacked, the poison was already running in your body. ”

"Not only that, but as your skill realm improves, the speed of this poison attack will increase exponentially. ”

"The Silver Clutch will raise that silver palm outside of your body, speeding up the speed of the poison in your body. ”

Such an echo from the inside and outside will immediately destroy your consciousness and paralyze your wisdom. ”

"At the same time as pain, horror, despair. ”

"It will make you feel a sweet, happy feeling from the depths of your soul. ”

"It's like the thrill of a spring supper with your close lover. ”

"Let you be unstoppable, let your heart be lost, and be willing to sacrifice yourself to this devil!"

Zhao Xiang finally understood the reason why this remnant silver clutch had been rampant in the illusion world for millions of years and became an immortal myth.

It lies in the fact that he has refined a strange poison that invisibly controls the divine consciousness of others.

At the same time, with this strange poison, a crippled clutch that can take people's lives at any time has been refined.

At the moment when Yun Feng sent the message, Zhao Xiang no longer hesitated or thought and quickly started to act.

He quickly assigned tasks to Xiao Hei, Danding, Ling'er, Amethyst Jade Fu, and Five Dragon Balls.

He knew that only a few of them had not been controlled by this strange poison now.

In other words, although the other men are still alive, they are not much different from dead.

The danger factor is rising every minute and every second, and the crisis is flowing with swords and swords step by step.