Immortal Devil Transformation

“Master! ”

In Huangsha, everyone in the Tang Tibetan team came with an incredibly devout tide of awe and excitement to greet the bloody True Vilu.

The vast majority of this team did not even see the appearance of True Vilu before, and did not know that the mysterious figure in the car was a practitioner from the Temple of True Vilu, because the Temple of True Vilu itself represented a holy place of strength and mercy throughout Tang Tibet and was respected by all, so the vast majority of the people in this Tang Tibetan team were thrilled at the moment that it was reflected in the brief conversation between the Hearer of the Moon and True Vilu.

The next smell of the fierce and ruthless moon deterred all of them, and even those who represented Tang Tin's most loyal and resilient Golden Armor warriors created in their hearts the notion that they could not be fought against at all.

However, they saw the Buddhist light of the Temple, and the defeat of the Yunqin God of War. At this moment, the emotions in the hearts of these Tang Tibetans are simply incomprehensible to others.

Seeing a Tang Tibetan kneeling around himself because of his devotion and admiration, Zhenbilu's face still had no painful divine colour, but revealed some weary divine colour.

His injuries are much more severe than the smell of the moon, and the excessive concentration of mind is more tiring when confronted with an adversary like the smell of the moon.

“No need to be polite. ”

Yet he still had no intention of relaxing. He merely raised his hands to pay his respects and got these Tang Tibetans on their knees on the hot yellow sand around him.

His gaze looked away behind him.

After a hot, golden sand dune in the distance, a young girl in plain clothes suddenly emerged, looking a little messy.

And the sooner this girl walks, the more she looks at Zhenbilu, all Tang Tibetans are stunned. She just feels that this lonely girl must not be an ordinary practitioner, but her heart is filled with incredible judgment.

Once again, Zhen-Vilu walked out to the skinny girl with two ponytail braids.

The shadow of the two men slowly approached, but all these Tang Tibetans were more shocked to discover that the shadow of the two men in the yellow sand was becoming more and more harmonious.

The birth of the temple and the unaccompanied young girl seem to be the same kind of people, above and beyond the kind of people in the world.

“What's your name? ”

The ghostly girl who had come out of the ancient city buried in the desert stopped only a few steps away from True Vilu, and True Vilu stopped, and then the young girl looked at him and asked seriously.

“Really Vilu.” Jan Vilu answered and looked at her and asked, “What about you? ”

“Nangong Miao. ”

“You've been with me for days, now come out and tell me what? ”

“You're a little more powerful than I thought... but smelling the moon will remember you better, so you can't go to Bitu Mausoleum to supplement fresh water and food, or he'll kill you all. ”

“Minami Nangong... what do you want me to do? ”

“I have enough fresh water and food to replenish them and get them back. But you also have to help our people go home and help me kill some people. ”

“What kind of person? ”

“A few Tianwo Wei and some Xiyi people... they have some special means of restraining the flying sword, if encountered... I can't beat them alone. ”

“Okay.”

Zhenbilu and the South Palace had never really come into contact before, even never heard each other's name and history, however, they are not ordinary secular people, the words and actions are very different from those of the general secular people. Under a dialogue that some of the bystanders would find difficult to understand, even without asking about the identity of the other party, Yun Qin, a young genius practitioner, and the monk like if the temple walked out of each other, the more they looked at each other.

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Marquis City is one of the flattest cities in Guiyunhang Province and is a must-go road connecting the east and west of Guiyunhang Province.

The unique throat punching position, plus the fact that this place was a royal city of the small countries of the Hou Qin long before the establishment of the Yunqin Nation, so Hou Qiucheng naturally became the first bustling province of Guiyunhang Province, the first lively, and the only population of Guiyunhang Province in remote and three-foot flat area exceeded 700,000, truly owning the central metropolitan meteorological pool, with the reputation of “Little Xijing”.

Even though, as the locals are accustomed to, one hour after dinner, the night is already dark, the lights on the streets still shine on the slightly wet bluestone slabs of Marquis City.

The streets are still filled with water maroons, and the locals of Marquis City are generally plain dressed, and a black, earth-stained cloud veil looks particularly smooth, but most of them are foreigners walking in broad stone slab streets that are crushed out by horses or in deep alleys that lit obscure long red lanterns.

It is no surprise that these foreigners have different clothes, merchants in gorgeous gown, knives and swordsmen in robust clothing, not just locals, but even all foreigners who wear swords against these bright lights have no sense of strangeness or vigilance.

Many street corners have jugglers and shoppers picking out all sorts of things to sell, and people are watching and drinking alcohol everywhere. In a city with the real weather in the world, women dress much better than women in the usual city. During the summer months, even though the mountains surround and the rainy basin is still slightly cooler, most women are bold enough to wear light robes and rubber breasts, and the snow and white on their arms and chests attracts attention.

Pipa and piano sounds float and melody everywhere.

The prosperity and hustle of the entire province of Guiyunxing seem to be concentrated in this city, as intense as wine, which is slightly more impressive.

Lin Xie, sitting in the carriage, entered Marquis City in this night veil and woke up in the slightest breath of Marquis City.

Lin Xie's journey was temporarily calm when the identity of the wolf was truly convincing to the smeller of the moon, or when the smeller of the moon was not in a hurry to attack a group of them. Blood was flowing in the Yellow Desert behind the corridor and in many places inside and outside the Bitu Mausoleum.

The curtain was lifted very quickly by Lin Yi, awakened from the meditation practice by some loud voices and the smell of the practitioner's soul, and he saw a swordsman in a green shirt and a group of handpickers arguing violently. The blue-shirted swordsman's face was full of anger, and the smell of one of the tallest fighters in the opposite line was also gushing.

Lin Xi saw the two men, then saw the flourishing night of the city, then saw the tall corner of the city gate far away, he couldn't bear the slightest emotion.

Under decades of Founding Power, even if Yun Qin Zhongwu and the internal governance did not look particularly good, however, due to the simple folk style, strict laws, political connections and, along the way, all parts of Yun Qin were mostly rich and stable. As for the real big city of this kind of fortress throat-snatching place, there are many martial arts like dogs, practitioners everywhere. At this moment, like the usual city well argument, two practitioners reveal, it is really a powerful power to feel Yunqin. Just look at the anger and anger between the two, but there is no real intention to do it. In such a city, we do not know how many Yunqin military and Chapel strong and martial arts exist, so Lin Xie no longer pays too much attention, quickly closed the curtain, quietly feel the soul power change in the body.

As with his previous plans, he was very tight on himself and Jiang Jiaoyi and others along the way. After the team boarded up every day in the towns along the way, he arranged something completely unreasonable. In the view of the others, it must be the crazy and cruel practice of treating life as a child.

In this world, no second practitioner can practise in this way except the one who changed the world and created this kind of President Zhang Qin Shengshi.

Under his persecution, whether he or Jiang Jiaoyi, Ben Linghang or Meng Bai, the benefits obtained in repair are also surprising.

At this moment, after several consecutive hours of cultivation, he clearly felt the warmth in his body grow again.

This practitioner feels very subtle and unique.

In the summer compartment it was muffled, and his skin was a little uncomfortably muffled, but his body was cool, and he had a great desire and expectation for the warmth of the flow of soul.

The carriage continued to move away from the fiercely contending people, but the breath emitted by the two practitioners due to the gust of their soul power was still very clear in his perception, and he breathed for a breath with an incredible divine color in his eyes.

He subconsciously perceived the orientation of the two practitioners, but at this moment, in his perception, a long sword appeared.

He placed the unknown sword in the trunk behind him in the trunk.

When he discovered the sword in the Great Waste, he could be sure that it was a flying sword that could be used as a royal sword. Before that, when he sensed the "morning light” flying sword, it was also like a perspective, and clearly appeared in his mind as "morning light”. But this time, his flying sword appeared in his mind, but it was much clearer than “morning light”.

He knew it had to do with his cultivation, but what made him wonder was that this sword he had brought out of the Great Waste, at this moment in his mind, actually had the feeling of moving in the crate with his mind!

He felt that it couldn't be true, so he took a deep breath, tried to calm his mood completely, and then felt the sword carefully.

However, what paused him again was that the feeling was not false, but clearer!

He could not control his emotions and could not help but whisper "ah”.

Sword sensation!

Feel like a flying sword, this is the sense of sword recorded in the practice book!

Only practitioners who have reached the rank of great master of the kingdom can have this feeling. He is only a cultivator of the Great Soul Master. How can he have this sense of sword?

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(Ashes often happen, or ashes often unfortunately... busy and messy, just came back from Nanjing to pick up a phone call from a college classmate, saying that two classmates were on business trips and had to rush to the restaurant... and had to rush to Suzhou, so I don't think there's time to write at night, tomorrow morning more often than not.