Immortal Devil Transformation

Smell the moon walking in the meadows.

Because he walked faster than the average practitioner could have imagined, many of the grass leaves rubbed against his clothes and skin were sharp as a knife, cutting out countless mouths of ordinary cloth from his body. He left many fine red marks on his steely skin.

In addition to these red marks, the faint blue spots on his skin continue to flourish, disappear and then flourish.

Behind him, only a practitioner of his rank could perceive the far reaches of the meadow, and there was always a sword in the hunt.

He had escaped for two days and two nights in a row, at the cost of the fact that the wounds in his body had become more severe and that his insides had been severely poisoned, leaving more untouchable dead spots, but he had never been able to escape completely from the practitioner in the black robe of the College, named Nangong Stranger, who was chasing him.

After the advanced saint, he had never been so grumpy, so grumpy.

However, no expression of frustration is still visible in his face, his body is still cast like iron, still extremely cold... it gives a feeling, still only powerful.

Deep in the meadow, where no one seems to have completely disappeared, even cattle and goats and wild horses, a month before the toothed pool, the great general, who, by both military and personal force, threatened the heavens, stopped, drinking a few sips of fresh water before removing a bone whistle from his waist.

He didn't put the bone whistle next to his mouth, but his fingers vibrated slightly and poured some wind into it.

This whistle still seems silent, but it has actually made a sound, just that this unique scale is deafening.

People can't hear, but some things can.

Some black dots fell from the sky.

It initially looked minimal, but after falling, it was a fierce vulture with a cowhide rope on one toenail.

These murderous birds appear immortal in the air, but when they land before the smell of the moon, they appear fearful and shrinking.

Smell the moon reach out one hand and grab the elongated bovine leather rope on the feet of these fierce vultures. As the fierce birds worked together to bring him up to the sky, he looked with no expression at the far rear of the sword behind him.

He knew that it was possible for the other party to see him walk away in this way at this moment, and even if he could not see it at this moment and trace it here, it was likely that the other party would detect it, but the other party did not know that there was no difference for him.

Because he wants, just the last two days.

After killing the Valley Heartbeat, killing the Prince, even being traumatized and attacked by Blue Apricot, in the calculations of Qingyang College and the eyes of Nangong strangers, he has reached the end.

And yet no one knows that he has many of these vultures and these secrets.

Nobody knows that the death of Homoyu, who was incredibly loyal to him, was just a step in the chess he used to confuse his opponents, only to make all opponents feel that he was at the end of the line.

He fled the pursuit of Nangong strangers only to take Nangong strangers further and further away from some of the places he wanted to go.

And here, even if an adversary like Nangong stranger finds out, even if he turns back immediately, it is no longer possible to keep up with his footsteps... because Nangong stranger is only a saint after all, after all, he can only use his sword for hundreds of steps, after all, he cannot fly in the air.

He is also well aware that two days later, Qingyu College and Yun Qin Dynasty masters who, under their own injuries at this moment, are enough to pose a threat to their lives, will already be in the Bi Fall Mausoleum. By then, he will not be able to get out of the Bi Fall Mausoleum as long as he strikes again and reveals his hiding place.

He could have approached the Prince in this way before and stabbed him, but he kept the secret to this point with more physical injury, winning the last two days… and his body was stronger than everyone expected, and he was able to do it again.

Even with countless loyal men, the one who smells the moon most believed and trusted remains himself.

Especially some things that he prefers to do himself.

At this moment, Bi Falling Mausoleum and the entire Empire of Yunqin, how many people wonder where he will smash the remaining half of the day wolf guard and practitioner gatekeepers, but the problem is actually simple. Wherever his last blow falls, his last strength will appear. These people, they only show up where he appears.

These secretly domesticated, physically and generally vulture-different raptors fly higher and higher, eventually turning his iron-cast body into a black dot, disappearing between the white clouds on the turquoise meadows.

……

Nangong stranger walked through endless long grass, he didn't first see the smell of the human moon flying like a vulture, but far from the pool of teeth of the moon, after the smell of the human moon disappeared between the white clouds, he raised his head, faintly felt the smell of the fast disappearing.

After taking a breath and making sure his perception was correct, he took a deep breath and sighed low.

Then he went forward and walked to the moon-like pool of water. He hesitated slightly, shook his head, started to go home and started walking to the west.

Because he understands that his mission as a result of his black robe has disappeared... and that he can no longer cause any obstacle to the actions of those who smell the moon. From now on, he is just a Tang Tibetan, a homecoming who begins to march towards his hometown.

…...

Bitu Ling, by Mirror Lake, on the edge of the woods, there is a broken grass.

There is a marching iron pot at the doorstep of the grassroots with many dead yellow leaves.

This is the residence where Xu Clothes was previously offered by the Bituan army during this town's maintenance and practice... Xu Clothes did not leave here for long, but this grass has been broken and completely uninhabitable.

As soon as the popularity is lost, the houses tend to collapse, which makes sense to everyone. It's just that nobody thinks about it, and for whatever reason, in the eyes of the worm, it's probably the most horrible thing in the world.

In the forest after the grassroots, several people waited patiently for the appearance of the Valley Heart Sound returned from Tang Tibet.

Only those who waited patiently did not know that, in a valley not far from them, an army of more than 4,000 men was waiting.

On the western outskirts of Bi Fall Ling and Mirror Lake to the east, after all, it still smells the land of the human moon. The leader of this army is Song Shu Bin, a famous general named after Qin Qin Qi, also died loyal to the smell of the human moon. He only discovered the presence of the men on the march, through several reconnaissance guards, because he was unaware of their intentions, so he stopped the army and the General reported up.

Cheng Yu gave him a warrant to stay put.

Cheng Yu is dead, but Bee's army is still not in a state of defencelessness, and the military intelligence still passes quickly through the secret means of Feng Yan, Pigeon and Eagle in many armies still loyal to the smell of the moon. Song Shu, who was once the guard of the account in the process, received the military information of Cheng Yu's death. His inner grief was immense, however, he still carried out his orders with unmatched firmness.

The orders returned to him on these two days remain standing by, depending on the circumstances.

A line of God looks tired, the young man of the wind and dust servant walks out of the steamy mountain forest by Mirror Sky Lake to the grass of Xu Cloth.

The few people waiting in Lin were unable to get the fastest and most accurate military information like the one who smelled the moon, and did not know that many things that happened between these two days were enough to vibrate the whole Yun Qin Qin. After seeing the face of Lin Xie and others, one of these people couldn't help but scream.

These men began to greet the young servants of the wind and dust.

The young servants of this line of wind and dust are precisely Lin Xie and others.

After discovering some changes in the forest behind the grass, Lin Xi et al. made a state of alert for the first time. However, they only saw the face of the first person appearing in front of them. Lin Xi et al. were completely relieved. Only the pale white face made a cold sweat out of fear.

The first person to appear in their sight was a middle-aged, fat woman with an extremely pleasant face.

She was wearing nothing but regular linen clothes at the moment, but all of them knew that it was Professor Blue... because this Professor Blue, the professor who was responsible for the assessment of the Imperial Medicine Department when they were taking part in the University Examination at Green Summer Lake on that day.

“Professor Blue. ”

As a student of the pharmacy department, Gao Yanan is naturally more familiar with this friendly middle-aged fat woman than Lin Xie and others, and she immediately bowed herself for the first time. “Jiang Yiu?” And seeing the second person emerged from the woods, she and Lin Xie both couldn't help but scream out softly.

This appeared behind Professor Lan, a shy, small and luscious girl, who met Lin Xie in the college's provincial office on that day, because she was criticized by tears and tears.

She was the one who shouted when she saw Lin Xi and Gao Yanan in the woods.

At this moment, she followed Professor Lan, looked at Lin Xi and Gao Yanan and others, wanted to say hello, and felt that the previous professor had not yet spoken, and was timid and shy. For a moment, she couldn't help but drool her head and blush.

Two people behind her also appeared in the sight of Lin Xie and Gao Yanan, among others.

Lin Shenton discovered that there was another lecturer he knew, Li Wu, who he had met while practicing in the Trial Valley, and a middle-aged man with an old-fashioned face, who he had never seen before.

Just as he bowed down and measured these people, Professor Lang and Li Wu, as well as middle-aged men with antique faces, were also familiarizing themselves with these students.

Although Professor Lan and others do not yet know the identity of “Chen Twilight" on the stretcher at this moment, from the exhaustion of Lin Xi and others and the injuries they have suffered, they can imagine how hard these young people went through to get here.