Immortal Devil Transformation

“I didn't even know you were here. ”

Xiao Xiang naturally could not kneel down to Emperor Fengxuan. In his view, the Tang Tibetan Emperor was just a puppet that could be taken down by hand if he did not need to take into account the attitude of the Temple.

He just didn't think that something was going to make such a big difference, and that it was going so fast that it finally broke down.

So his face became completely indifferent, “How dare you, dare you think to kill your own uncle, but all the people around you together, only these two can threaten me, and you should understand that I don't kill you, I don't care about you, I just care about the identity of this little monk, now that you come to kill me, I have to kill you, but unfortunately you are too childish, do you really think you can kill me with these two people? ”

“I just want to know how the three of you can get to me… I think you'd better tell me so I don't kill too many people when I get to the cleaning. ”

The little monk of Yunhai seemed to want to talk, but the eyebrows of the Valley's heart were picked up and said calmly: “I will leave this question until you hear your dead voice. ”

Xiao Xiang smiled. "Let's see who dies today. ”

As soon as the word "dead” exited, his hands fell on the bronze stove and the hot pot in front of him.

The pounding breath between his hands instantly formed a vast white idol in front of him, a broken bronze stove and earthen pit, and every flame, every milky white soup, like the bones of this vast white idol.

When the infinite energy and power before him was transformed into an idol, the Valley Heart only looked up slightly to the sky.

On the roof of this quiet room, a slight leaching sound appeared, then a bright yellow sword pierced the roof, plunging like lightning.

At this point, a middle-aged and elegant man in a yellow blouse walked over the outer courtyard wall.

Also at this time, a face and body were tattooed with unnameable patterns, dressed in an extremely colourful old wizard, gently pushing open the courtyard door.

Xiao Xiang, Gu Xinyin, the Julian man with the yellow shirt walking in the sky, the old wizard with the tattoo on his body, the breath of these people formed a great deal of majesty, which caused the whole yard to tremble slightly.

However, there is also a small blue sword that flies out of the courtyard on an unknown path, closer to Valley Heart Sound and Xiao Xiang's quiet room than the Yellow Shirt Joya man and the Wizard.

Because all this is happening at the same time, and the pounding smell makes the sound seem impossible to communicate, it gives people a sense of utter serenity at one time.

The bright yellow swordlight of the valley heart sounds and cuts into the body of the white goddess.

The white statue instantly collapsed, and all the white luminosity, bronze fireplace fragments, hot dirt and soup hit an invisible wall, spreading along it.

All the windows of the stationary chamber swelled and cracked, then the entire chamber burst into innumerable pieces, unable to withstand the pounding of breath.

The blue sword that flew out of the courtyard stabbed the back of Valley's heart.

Yunhai monks in white monk clothes also suddenly flew.

His left hand rested on Emperor Feng Xuan's hand, accompanied by Emperor Feng Xuan, the two seemed to lose weight and shine an ancient golden glow, like the Buddha's light in the temple, like crossing the boundaries of time and space, appeared in front of the blue sword. His right hand pinched a French seal and pressed it toward the flying sword, as if to pinch it between his fingers.

Blue swords accelerate suddenly, such as the sound of laughter in the air, blasting a blue flame, with the saint's mighty pride, directly into the palm of the cloud sea.

The palms of Yunhai reveal countless light stars, and the countless pores in his body, even among the seven know-how, make a strange roar, such as countless bells in the morning.

The blue sword was enough to pierce Tang Tibet's thickest armor. It was impossible to pierce the palm of this white monk. He was pinched by the two fingers of Yunhai and trembled violently. He shouted and couldn't take off for a moment.

……

Huamei's quiet room turned into countless pieces, falling like rain outside the valley's heart and Xiao Xiang's body.

The Valley's heart stood without sorrow and joy, everything outside became irrelevant to him. Even that little monk in the cloudy sea, who was often made to look sad by him, showed an appalling appearance at this moment. If the temple was not great, it did not make his heart flutter. All his thoughts were melted into that bright yellow sword, and he turned into that sword light.

The bright yellow sword light reached Xiao Xiang's front.

Xiao Xiang had already sat down.

His body was suspended three feet from the ground, and a red copper antique mirror flew out of his hand, spinning at high speeds around his body.

“Duh...”

Just for a moment, the bright yellow sword light has struck this red copper round mirror countless times, where the flying sword stabbed, this red copper round mirror blocked, because the speed is too fast, Xiao Xiang's body is suddenly a layer of red copper treasure light, instantly unfolded countless light stars, because the speed is too fast, this instant countless impact, also only a sound.

Under the innumerable slaughter of this bright yellow sword, Xiao Xiangwei's eyes were suddenly filled with many shattering blood silks, yet his mouth shook a slight cold and proud laugh: “Valley Heart, so many years in the water... you have become less powerful than you think, and I, too, am not as weak as you think, so you are destined to kill me, destined to return to Yun Qin. ”

Just as his voice came out, the old wizard who pushed the door in also sat down.

His dark eyes burned like a flame of dark green, and all his tattoos lit up like a flame burning.

His lips trembled so violently that all the dark green flames on his body formed a green flaming crow as a sharp and deafening spell burst out like an arrow, rushing wildly towards the clouds and the Emperor Phoenix.

Faced with these, which exclude all the surrounding air and form a vacuum, the green flaming crow whose body's air and soul power will blow up, the golden sea of clouds is just a clear drink: “The devil, the outer passage! ”

When the voice came out, the blue sword in his hand finally sounded, and the warlord withdrew from his hand, instantly retreating unknowingly far away.

At the same time, his fingers popped towards the wizard sitting on the floor, like a petal on his finger, a drop of water beads.

Yet he popped not petals, not water beads, but a few blue swords, a few Buddhist lights that instantly pierced all the green flaming crows and rushed onto the old wizard.

The old wizard flew out of the whole body upside down, hit the wall, embedded in the wall, chest several deep wounds of blood gushing, a ray of rubble contaminated with broken stone crumbs and dust, can't seem to speak woefully, his old eyes, all difficult to understand, unbelievable divine color.

The blue sword light from the Cloud Sea was exactly like the power of the Blue Sword master. It seemed to shock the Blue Sword in his palm, and all the power that erupted during the struggle was incorporated into his body. Then, at this moment, he gathered his strength to fight, so that he could not resist.

However, it is precisely because the old wizard is familiar with the owners of the blue sword and the blue sword that it is difficult for him to understand. With the body of the cloud sea, how can it form a cage and incorporate such a powerful power into the body?

Is it true that the mighty man of the Temple is strong enough to make even characters like him incomprehensible?

With the exception of Gu Xinyin and Xiao Xiang, all of them were shocked by the white monk Yunhai, even the owner of the blue sword was shocked. Instead, the blue sword, which had escaped from poverty, accidentally retreated several dozen steps.

The Julia man in the yellow shirt who came over the wall was also shocked. However, he knew very well that the more unusual the voice of the valley and the white boy, the more he could not wait at this moment, so he did not have a stop at all. By the time the old wizard flied out, he had gone down to the front of the cloud sea.

Then he made a sword, too.

He is also a swordsman with an ivory sword in his hand.

The vibrating smell of the Ivory Sword was even stronger than the Blue Sword, yet he did not fly out of his hand.

Because he has been practicing swords ever since he fixed them. This way, he can't make the sword in his hand as fast as a flying sword, so swinging, but the power of a single strike is stronger.

With his many sacrifices, he refined such a sword with the possibility that his body would be more easily killed by his enemies in battle and in battle.

He was Tang Tibetan's first swordsman, Han Xuanzi.

His shiny ivory sword brought out countless illuminating shadows in the sky, penetrating the chest of the Cloud Sea, infinite swordsmanship and power, and spreading wildly toward the body of the Cloud Sea.

……

Just as Tang Tibetan's first swordsman, and Tang Tibetan's most powerful emperor, Xiao Xiang's first master, stabbed a sword into Yunhai's chest, Tang Xinyin's voice had already responded in a loud voice to Xiao Xiang: “This is what she told me... she was your daughter, but she didn't tell you, but told me. ”

At the time of his first word exit, his body was suddenly empty.

His physical appearance was unusual, yet it gave him a lot of feeling in his body instantly.

Almost at the same time, his bright yellow sword light, the bright light, the fierce sword light, such as the sun burning in the sun, the horrible sword power, completely changed the face of the owner of the blue sword and the Han Zizi with the ivory sword.

The bright yellow sword instantly turned into countless paths, which is already the speed at which the minds of any practitioner in the field could not react at all and could not be seen at all.

Xiao Xiang couldn't even be scared and surprised.

The ancient mirror outside him was still spinning at high speeds, forming a red copper light screen that was still firmly wrapped around him, but countless bright yellow swordlights were instantly free to enter and exit the red copper color screen, such as tens of thousands of bright lights, which permeated him.