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After hearing Alamir's order, Kashashan looked at him strangely. Master Silence also withdrew his hand that pierced the Demonic Tree user and remained silent.

Although Alamir knew that his "greedy" and "evil" behavior might lower Silent Master's opinion of him, he had to do so.

Because it hurts too much! ! !

Alamir was not talking about the pain of his body being almost pierced by a black branch, but heartache!

People are like this. When facing life and death, they feel that they can give up everything. But once they are out of danger, they start to miss the things they gave up before.

Regarding this point, Alamir was still very happy after reacting, which showed that he was still a "human" at his core, not an "elf" with a weak nature.

There was no way around it. As a child from a poor family, Alamir was born with the pity for things. After spending a lot of money, he always wanted to make up for it.

The soul of a powerful mastiff-headed god... There are not many soul gems made by such a kind creature in Alamere!

As a...well...a decent young hero, Alamir was still heartbroken that a kind soul was devoured.

So he watched with grief as Kashashan chopped off the Demon Tree's hands, gouged out its eyes, took out its spine... and recycled as much "material" as possible.

The sudden appearance of the Silent Master just now was obviously not a random act, but the result of Alamire's influence.

From the beginning, Alamir has been thinking about how the "boss" battle with the white mist circle works. According to Kashashan, once pulled into the white mist circle, the opponent can only survive. Come down one!

Alamir felt that an evil and powerful being like Cyric would definitely not keep an eye on the fighting here anytime and anywhere, and there must be some mechanism behind it.

After much deliberation, and combining the characteristics of the Dark Sun Puppet, Alamir came up with a conjecture.

That is the soul!

When the Dark Sun Puppet kills "enemies", their souls, or part of their souls, will be controlled or captured by Cyric, so a new Dark Sun Puppet will be formed. Cyric's ultimate goal is to pass The method of breaking them into parts allows the Puppet of the Dark Sun to continuously kill the clones of the Corruption Lord to achieve the purpose of devouring the souls and divinity of the followers of the God of Corruption. Therefore, the Corruption Spirits killed by the Puppet of the Dark Sun will not resurrection.

Kashashan told Alamire that the so-called "white mist circle" only exists between the Dark Sun Puppet and outsiders. When the Dark Sun Puppet fights internally, the white mist circle is invalid!

Cyric created a batch of Dark Sun Puppet. Each Dark Sun Puppet was contaminated with part of his divinity, which is equivalent to each one being his believer. As the Dark Sun Puppet continued to kill the creatures inside, Cyric continued to infect and absorb the power of souls, eventually reaching the point of devouring the remaining divinity of the God of Corruption, and even confiscating the Adamantine Crusher!

This is the reason why Cyric "generously" gave the Dark Sun Puppet the killing divinity, hoping to make them his workers!

Of course, this is just a conjecture... If the demon tree user hadn't been so sinister, Alamir wouldn't have dared to try.

In Alamir's view, the dissipation of the white fog requires at least two conditions:

1. Killing occurred in the white fog circle, and some creatures died.

2. The soul of this creature is to be absorbed.

Therefore, just a few minutes ago, facing the insidious and cunning Demonic Tree User, Alamir, who was already in a desperate situation, bit his heart out, bit into pieces of a soul gem, and sprayed it out along with the "lung block".

Then he succeeded.

The white mist that had absorbed "enough" souls dissipated, which made him give up the idea of ​​using the last sword intention to destroy all living creatures here.

The master's sword intent was used to "kill" Black Prison... It was still a waste. Alamir thought of Bloody Shadow, who had an extremely good attitude, and looked at Kashashan, couldn't it be - —

The vampires have known for a long time that they have such a trick, and they want me to use that sword here, and then they can get their freedom, right? ?

Alamir carefully recalled the process of his dealings with vampires, feeling a little frightened.

The vampires have "guarded" the Black Prison for so many years. If they say that they have no interaction with the first generation of Dark Sun Puppet and do not know the role of Dark Sun Puppet, Alamir does not believe it...

Maybe, these puppets of the Dark Sun were lured here by Kashashan!

Alamir looked at Kashashan who was happily cleaning up the Demon Tree Envoy, and then thinking about his lost soul gem of the Mastiff-headed Envoy, Alamir sat cross-legged and meditated.

Slowly... ripples began to appear in the air. As Alamir sat cross-legged and meditated, his infuriating energy began to move slowly... As Alamir's infuriated The air moved faster and faster, and a numbness and severe pain rose from his chest. Alamir felt as if he was sitting naked in the ice and snow, and the icy cold wind made his whole body numb and his skin hurt. , and his chest felt as if someone had forcefully poured magma into it, making him feel that every pore in his chest was steaming with high-temperature steam of thousands of degrees.

However, the movement of true energy makes this process completely irreversible. If you stop for a moment, you will become obsessed and the meridians in your body will be severed.

Just hold on... Although I don't know why the gentle Jiuyin Qi has become like this, Alamir doesn't dare to stop at this moment and can only grit his teeth and hold on.

This is? ? ?Kashashan gave up on the demon tree that had changed into a human form and looked at her master blankly.

The elf... the female vampire whispered, even looking envious.

Alamir, who was addicted to meditation, did not notice all the strange things happening to his body in the black prison at this moment - the black light in the air was like a living thing, ripples appeared in the air, and the black light desperately wanted to surge out. Entering his body, his skin had turned pale visibly.

This is the Puppet of the Dark Sun, no, this is at least the formation scene of the first generation of the Puppet of the Dark Sun... Although the demon tree user's eyes were dug out, he felt the changes around him, and his face still flashed. With an expression of surprise, every formation of the Dark Sun Puppet will be blessed by Cyric to varying degrees, and some of them are gifted and can obtain all kinds of incredible powers.

For example, he is.

Alamir's chest was emitting golden light, echoing the giant golden tree reaching the sky in the distance. Alamir's collapsed chest was also rising and falling slightly, healing. The vampire with extremely amazing hearing even heard his voice. The body is reorganized and the sound is strengthened!

Because he is an elf favored by the gods, do Cyric and Silvanus value him so much?Looking at Alamir who turned into white on the outside and gold on the inside, Kashashan groaned and knelt on the ground.

"Ah - bastard" Kashashan covered her head and rolled on the ground in pain.

The devil's contract was so harsh that she had just developed jealousy and murderous intent, and the severe pain in her soul also affected her... And because of the fluctuations of Alamir's true energy, the energy in her body "That invisible little sword" also began to go berserk, causing a lot of damage to her body!

She even felt like she was going to be torn apart from the inside.

Both physically and spiritually.

All things are in order... The intense pain made Alamir's spiritual energy sensitive, and in a trance, he heard the spiritual words from the Master of Silence.

The feeling the other party gave him was grand, orderly, and heavy.

But there is only no temperature.

Feeling the other party's spiritual energy, Alamir seemed to see a long river that runs through the past and the future. He does not stop for anyone, nor does he become violent because of anyone. He does not know why, and has no purpose - it is neither the mother river nor the mother river. The man-eating river, outsiders' definition of "it" full of personal emotions is just false to it, it doesn't care at all.

It doesn't care about good and evil, righteousness and evil, gods and demons.

It just flows quietly.

At that moment, Alamir even saw eternity.

The world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs... I don't know why, but feeling that "river", Alamir suddenly felt a burst of enlightenment in his heart.

At this time, a force like running water suddenly appeared from the upper dantian. Alamir felt a pure and weak force rising from the upper dantian, swimming through the whole body like a spiritual snake, and then all rivers returned to the sea, passing through the dantian, and finally It fell into the lower Dantian, which became increasingly thick and solid, like an old tortoise.

Changes come from the surface, life and death are omens, and the tortoise and snake are aligned!

Alamir suddenly felt that all kinds of illusions, like ice and fire, were gone. His whole body seemed to be enveloped in a stream of cool water, and every part of his body was transparent.

"Such strange realms are often experienced by people who practice advanced internal skills. Whenever monks encounter such realms, they always tremble to calm their minds to prevent them from going crazy. Little did they know that there is a wonderful way to guide the inner demons. It is a supernatural power." Master Yideng said this about the general outline of the Nine Yin Manual.

At this time, Alamir also felt that his body was as light as flying catkins, and every part of his body felt refreshed. He also felt that the Nine Yin Manual was used as a "spirit" to enter martial arts, and it was indeed a supreme treasure (in the words of Master Yideng).

"Huh??" His dry lips twitched slightly, and he asked a question——

Master Silence, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his mouth.

This "Hey" made a loud noise in the space of the black prison, like thunder.

The tongue bursts with spring thunder, nothing more than that.

Faster than "thunder" is punch!

The Master of Silence suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the next second, he appeared behind Alamir. At this time, his muscles tensed up, and a layer of pale golden aura surged from his body, dyeing his arms as if they were made of fine gold.

Boom—Master of Silence’s fist hit the top of Alamir’s head!