Immortal Devil Transformation

Bee's army offered Xu Clothes to walk behind a ghost division in the mountain forest of Bee's Mausoleum.

His face shriveled and the ghost master, who didn't seem to have the strength to touch a finger, said indifferently, "Even Nanshan Twilight knows that you are Zhou Shusuke's... and we don't even know it. ”

“There are too many powerful people in the world to know anything.” Her hair was scorched yellow and her face was covered with wrinkles, Xu Clothes slightly scoffed: “Although the smell of the Moon is the most powerful male I've ever seen in my life, it's impossible to know everything that's going on in the world... even Dean Zhang can't do it. ”

“You've finally spoken, and it seems you want to understand... whether you like it or not, you've come to this point, at least to speak, and to make the journey less boring.” After a slight meal, Xu Fa's face was more ridiculous. "I stayed here longer than Nanshan Twilight and smelled the moon, but I didn't know you were from Xiyi. ”

“This is where we live in Xiyi.” The ghost division silenced for a moment, making a sound.

“It's not hard to understand.” Xu cloth nodded, his cloudy eyes slightly squint, "someone as ambitious and powerful as you, simply for the sake of friendship, cannot work for the smell of the human moon. I'm sure you have some promises from the smeller moon… or you believe that the smeller moon will help you Xiyi people return to the Bitu Mausoleum. So, he's not the only army loyal to him this time, and I'm afraid you've reached the point where you have to stand up with him. ”

The Ghost Master said slowly: “We can all live in the desert, we can live forever, and one day we will return to Bitu Mausoleum. ”

Xu Clothes grinned, “This is the next thing, but I'm afraid you'll be wrong again. After all, you underestimated the ambition of smelling the moon, smelling the moon can mess with the emperor, can mess with the nine old people, but the mistake is that you can't mess with the academy. ”

“Returning to Bitu Mausoleum is the only thing you Xiyi dreamed of and yearned for, but for the smell of the moon, it's just a little splash on his way to becoming the most powerful figure in the world. You don't have to doubt what I'm saying.” Xu Buchan turned his head and looked at the ghost master, "If his ambition only stopped to cut Bi Faling Mausoleum out of Yunqin and become the king here, he would never kill Valley Heart Sound. ”

Ghost Master's body trembled: “Is the Valley Heart back? ”

Xu Buchan said slightly: “The longer I choose to leave at this time, the easier it will be for him to think that you are dead or have been sent out, but also after I wait for him to leave for the corridor like this... I know you have control over Bi Fang Ling, but at least without him personally showing up to kill me, I will take you out of Bi Fang Ling with a much greater chance of success. ”

“No, you still don't know him enough.” The Ghost Master has been silent for a long time, but he has been quiet again, "he is much more powerful and scarier than you think. Even I, when in contact with him, will always arise or underestimate his thoughts. He will never completely lose his mind because of the consternation of someone. If he decides to fight like this, he's already figured out all the possibilities. He can only win and not lose. He will pay a price, at least to complete the plan he intends to minimally. ”

Xu also fell into silence.

A long time later, Xu Buchan shouted indifferently, “Well... in that case, it is only necessary to see whether the world has defeated him or whether he can be strong enough to defeat the world. ”

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A man dressed in plain blue clothes stayed in yellow sand and sat in the shade of a sand dune.

Behind these dunes there will be many highly poisonous sand scorpions, and ordinary practitioners will not dare to sit in such a place. The back of this dune is no exception, almost every moment a few sand scorpions don't know where to drill from, but the man with dark ink and red lips doesn't care at all.

Because there is no sand scorpion in the world that can hurt a practitioner in the saint class.

And he is an invincible sniffer in the holy class, General.

All the sand scorpions that smelled fresh meat and climbed towards him, a few feet from his circumference, pressed into motion by the natural vibrations of his body, then, within a half-hour, a slight chirp, the shell shattered and a yellow water burst inside.

With bravery and iron blood and the strength of the ruling army, Yunqin did not know how many admirers of the moon slowly breathed, adjusting every part of his body to the most powerful and peak state of his life.

Because of Emperor Feng Xuan's arrangement, because of some time lag, he did not know what had happened in Tang Tibet. He did not know that the Uncle Tang Tibetan, who had made some deals with him, had become a crushed foam under a flying sword that had the nerve of the saint. He came here alone, or to kill that man.

Kill this man, he will be invincible in the future.

Of course, he can be sure... now he is invincible in the Yun Qin Saint class, because even though the heart of the valley has received some unique practices like the legendary Temple, even though the speed of the soul practice in the dark water jail over the years is still on him, the body of the valley heart is definitely not as good as him.

He wanted to kill Valley Heartbeat simply because if Valley Heartbeat's body were to recover completely after a few years, it might still overwhelm him by then.

He knew that Vice President Xia and some elderly people were still on top of him at this moment, but those people were, after all, very old. Ten or twenty years later, those people might not be in the world, and the same young valley hearts as him were still there.

It's something he's reckless about.

However, he must still kill Valley's heart in this world of enemies, but not because the situation is too messy and he has lost his mind because he is too cynical about Valley's heart. Even though Xu Buchan has admitted in his heart that he smells the human moon is stronger and more terrible than he is, he still underestimates him. The smell of the moon looking at the world is completely different from what they think.

The situation on this western side of Yunqin has become extremely messy, yet in the eyes of this frowny, grim man with red lips, it is extremely simple and straightforward.

The hundreds of battles he commanded concealed his true vision.

He can't lose, he can achieve his final goal with temporary defeat, just because he's too strong, he hasn't even lost temporarily before.

He also has only one goal, if the whole sky is a very tall mountain, and his goal is to stand at the top of the mountain, overlooking everyone and all the wind and clouds below.

So all he had to do was pull the flag, go around in this mountain, pull the flag off that side that was enough to hinder him now or in the future, and he didn't really care if he dropped a section of the valley first, or went under the foot of the mountain.

No matter how many things you throw away, a phase, just complete one of his goals.

Everyone has a lot of waiting in their lifetime, but his time is precious and his calculations are accurate, so he didn't wait long, and a convoy appeared between the sand dunes in the distance.

A wind and dust servant escorted by hundreds of golden nail soldiers riding on a tall white camel characteristic of Tang Tin.

The fresh water loaded on this convoy should be almost consumed, to smell the eyes of the human moon, far away you can see that all of these sergeants' lips are burnt dry, but these are not the things to consider to smell the human moon. After the convoy appeared in his sight, he stood up and walked towards the line.

His pace is very stable, one step away from the average person 10 steps, and while it seems that each step is very slow, it is because each step is incredibly exciting.

The more he walks, the stronger he becomes, the colder he becomes, and the more iron he appears.

He was alone, but walked in the face of that glittering line of gold, as if thousands of armies were following him.

The glittering Tang Tibetan team had discovered his presence almost as he walked up to the first dune, and after a brief panic, the Tang Tibetan team stopped there.

Then, not knowing who gave the order, all the sergeants and the rest of their entourage began to retreat like the tide, leaving behind a camel truck with a white hood and heavy tassels at the forefront.

The hot sun shines on the yellow sand, the heat rises like fire, and the moon smells like a demon.

Because I didn't want to waste any time, a red sword had come out of his sleeve 300 steps from the wagon.

Normally, the saint's flying sword gives an unusually fast and sharp feeling, like the cold electricity thrown by the sky, but his sword is very powerful, and by the time it came to the white lid, it had turned into a red glow.

For example, nine days of Evening Summer were rolled down.

A glow of cabernet daylight covers the white lid and a heavy tassel curtain.

The white lid and heavy tassel curtain instantly greyed out in the reddish glow, revealing the person sitting inside.

Instead of hearing the valley hearts awaited by the moon, he was a bald monk dressed in a bronze Zen suit, holding a Zen wand with nine gold rings in his hand, a string of gold Buddha beads hung on his chest, each of which was the size of a child's fist and appeared to be excessively large.

His body is not tall, but every muscle on his body rises as tall as a rock, with a sacred light golden glow on its surface.

“Dash” squealed, his wand hit a flying sword that smelled the moon, and a ray of light between gold and red grew between his wand and flying sword, like a dream.

All the yellow sand within a few metres of his body shook up and out, like a rain of sand falling into the sky.

It was completely out of his plan and calculation to smell the dark and dark eyebrows of the moon, but he did not have any expression of disappointment and shock on his face. Instead, he whispered softly: “Like a practitioner of the temple… interesting. ”

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(I'm going out to Nanjing today to talk about something, and I won't be back tomorrow because I don't want to get too tired, so for the time being, after a day or two of updating, I'm making it up... and I promise you... three more outbreaks this month... as long as everyone squeaks so much...)