Immortal Devil Transformation

After decades of falling apart, Nanshan Twilight saw the smell of the human moon climbing in the bloody sea of Mount Corpse. He was well aware of how much power the smell of the human moon and the ghost army had caged over the years, in addition to his own cultivation.

Smell the moon is a true hero.

The Ghost Master is also a true hero.

Needless to say, just building a Sirius Guard strong enough to rival the Black Flag Army of the Dragonsnake in 20 years is simply beyond the reach of the former General Zhen Xi.

Nanshan Twilight is not the kind of civil servant who comes up to the great difficulty, but only throws wine as a stone's throw. If there is a chance, of course, he will fight the smeller of the moon, but it is precisely because it is too much to understand the extremely harsh way of doing things and the strength of him and his practitioners, he knows how to spell it, he decides to do a few things he wants to do in his life but hasn't done yet, and then he goes to die in peace.

Who dares to challenge the majesty of the Heavenly Admiral within a 2,000 mile radius?

In the distant attic, there was a hidden walrus, and it was not known who was beginning to play a march, and the whispering of the harp was as the horses were passing through the years.

The sound of a soldier's blade running through the blood sounded clear.

Ghost Master squeezed his eyes, slightly lowered his head, scattered scattered to cover most of his face, unable to see his expression in the darkening sky.

He stopped questioning Nanshan Twilight because he could see that the stunner of Nanshan Twilight at this moment was real, that is, it had nothing to do with Nanshan Twilight.

……

Smoke is cooked in the distance, and the hint of walrus enters an ordinary bungalow in a deep alley.

Cheng Xiang Yi stands in the mud of this ordinary bungalow.

The practitioner in the army wore a star white long shirt, his hair plated up and combed into the very popular "Wangxian" style among the Chinese practitioners.

The four-foot short sword sheath in his left hand was set in gold with white jade, and the handle was a fine ivory that looked gorgeous and sophisticated, totally like a work of art, not like a killing tool.

However, in the hands of this elegant swordsman, under the “Inch Man” sword made of unique “Heavenly Gold”, the tip of this sword has fallen without knowing how many opponents.

He was born in Tianhe College outside of Yunqin University College. Thirteen years in the army, it was at the sharpest time to sharpen a sword.

He stood still in this dark, painted bungalow, even though he had smelled intense blood and felt enemies walking through this deep alley like a giant python.

Because his task was only to guard the room, he knew perfectly well that the smell of the Great General was strong because his men did not know how many practitioners like him… and because of the iron order, any practitioner would follow his orders unconditionally and not leave his post without a step.

Yun Qin Zhongwu, the military does not know how many strong people, how many behind the scenes door groups, most have studied why the smell of the human moon is so strong, they usually come to the same conclusion, it is very simple... Any dangerous task, those who smell the moon, life, will be honored and given, dead and secure, and all aftermath, relatives and friends, can be arranged without worry.

Although this is a simple approach, few people can learn it, because few people know how to use it as well as smell the moon, and can cage so many powerful practitioners to follow. No one can smell the moon as much as the ghost master can gain so much war success and glory that his men can share it.

……

“Bang!”

The mud wall behind Cheng Xiang Yi suddenly cracked like a piece of paper.

This otherwise sturdy mud bungalow, like an old lady *, lost the support of a wall, as if it were about to collapse and bury the swordsman in a star white blouse.

But the divine colour of his face was calm as water, completely unaffected by the mud that collapsed at this moment and the dark grey falling from the roof, not even the frequency of breathing.

His whole person turned at an unimaginable speed, his left thumb instantly gathered all the power of the left arm soul power, upward picking, picked on the caliper, so that the cold flashing sword body instantly flew out of the sheath at an astonishing speed, his right hand also mounted on the handle of the sword with the power of running cloud water, the strength of his right hand again, so that the speed of the only four feet long Xiu Mei short sword rapidly accelerated again, between this turn, made a fierce breaking sound, turned into a bright river of snow, the sword momentarily blowing the ashes behind him.

This is extremely difficult for Tianhe College to grasp. One of the shortcomings is awkward, but at the same time it is the most powerful Tianhe killing.

In these 13 years of grinding, Cheng Xiangyi is perfect for this blow.

It was not until the blow came out that he saw the broken wall himself, only a 14- and 5-year-old girl in blue with empty hands, wearing an uncoordinated pair of purple embroidered shoes.

His heart was stunned and his eyes slightly gazed, but the sword in his hand did not stop at all, such as the light shining on the young girl in blue who did not know what her identity was.

The girl in green clothes was slightly wet and sweaty. Faced with this ruthless sword, she simply reached for the stabbed tip of the sword.

The tip of the sword curled between her hands, less than an inch from the palm of her raw palm, but was compressed into the ultimate thin air to hold it over, unable to stab it.

The white robe behind Cheng Xiang Yi instantly split apart and turned into a slice of fly.

His muscles were all swollen and peristaltic, causing his shirt to instantly swell and crack, yet his blade tip was still clotted in the air and unable to penetrate.

This is an unspeakable war between practitioners.

In a moment, Joya suddenly appeared helpless and miserable on Yi's face, the most harsh and spirited village of Gengxiang, filled with border troops.

At the moment of the spark, he was alive, but it was clear to his mind that he was bound to die.

The eruption of the other party's soul power alone prevented him from “inching" with a soldier with a breakable heavy armor, cultivating the rank of at least the top power division, and possibly even stepping past the rank of the great power division, which was still far away for him.

Such an adversary cannot give him any chance to change his mind, nor can he bear the power he possesses.

“What about the men of the Arrow and the Picking Camp? ”

At the moment of finally knowing the coming of death, the swordsman out of the Tianhe was just deeply confused, not knowing what the identity of the other side was, how many enemies had come, not knowing those practitioners of arrows scattered in nearby high court, those practitioners of throwing spears in the army, how could he not even shoot an arrow, not even throwing a spear, so that he had no chance of survival.

“Ding” crisp sound, the sword body of the inch sword broke.

The young girl in green clothes and Cheng Xiangyi slipped by, but the person flashed. Cheng Xiangyi's chest recessed and the whole person flew out backwards, knocking down a mud wall.

The mud-wall bungalow collapsed and will be buried in two pieces.

…….

Pipa continues in the distance.

“Ah...”

In the deep alley, there were several shouts and screams.

Master Ghost's eyebrows began to wrinkle slightly.

Since today it is he and the General who heard that no matter how many people die in this deep alley, it is only the peace of the military ministry and no one will control it at all, but it is clearly the appalling shouting and screaming of some civilians, which means that some of the people he has placed on the periphery are dead, otherwise it is absolutely impossible for anyone to get into this deep alley.

And in the end, he didn't hear many arrows and spears.

Was it someone who sat behind the curtain who got involved?

If that's the case, then this is too much fun.

A cold smile emerged from the ghost master's face. At this moment, a squeak appeared. The black paint door, which had been closed by the two Sirius guards, was pushed open.

An embroidered shoe crossed the high threshold and walked into the courtyard.

There was some blood on the embroidered shoes that didn't seem to fit very well. The one wearing the embroidered shoes was a young girl who looked unclean but had a white face and had always had a serious look on her face.

Ghost Master was stunned, as were the two fierce Sirius guards.

“Is that you?” Only the incredible disorientation of Nanshan Twilight cried out.

How could he not have thought, pushing open the door and walking into this yard, it was actually the interesting young nun he met when he was following the forest fishing!

“It's me.” Nangong wiped two wiped sweat beads and nodded earnestly, turning to Nanshan Twilight: “Let's go. ”

Nanshan Twilight stayed completely.

He used to think that Nangong Miao was an ordinary practicing girl who was not familiar with the world, but at this moment, recalling what the girl said, "He will not die”, he was like being struck by a thunderstorm, completely blinded.

Ghost Master's eyes turned into two stitches, quietly looking at the young girl who could not reasonably have crossed in here, coldly said: “Who are you? ”

“What does this have to do with you?” Nangong frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the ghost master for the first time: “You want to kill him? Then I'll kill you. ”

Between her frowning voice, the Ghost Master suddenly looked up to the sky.

A slightly silver sword shadow with an extremely cold air fell straight from the sky towards the back of his brain.

“The Sovereign Sword... the Sacred Master has fixed it! ”

Looking at the almost invisible sword shadow of the naked eye, the constantly quiet ghost army master finally changed his face slightly, while the eyes of the southern mountain twilight instantly filled with unspeakable light.

Even if the face is young, obviously the bones are still soft, the real age will never be more than eighteen or nine years old. This age will reach the cultivation of the saint, which is simply unimaginable and impossible. On the border of more than 2,000 miles, only a few people, including the smeller of the moon, reach the state of the saint. However, the other party is not only the state of the saint, but it has been able to connect with the flying sword and make the flying sword!

The pounding smell of the connection between the heavens and the earth and the flying sword on her, that instantly emitted the raging rays of the slaughtered earth, there can be no fake, she is a true saint of the sword!