Immortal Devil Transformation

Watching the instant kill of seventeen powerful Purgatory Mountains rush to Li Biao in front of him, he heard a loud roar from the sky moon, abandoned the Seven Years Demon Sword he had just tried to recall, and all the controllable power in his body was emitted by his toes.

“Ka!”

Once again, Li Biao's strongest Seven Years Demon Sword was struck by a circle in his hand, and this time the tip of the sword broke, the sword of the Purgatory Mountain Township passed down to the legendary Demonic Age was like a real ugly iron stick.

Smell the land beneath the feet of the moon filled with myriad spiderweb-like cracks between these moments, his body hurling backwards like a bullet.

The fire lotus that came with the flames sweeping the heavens and the earth fell behind Li Biao at this time.

In a flaming sea, the figure of a tall old man wearing a crown and a red robe is also revealed.

His red robe was in flames, and countless flames flew out of his robe.

Li Biao knew that he had not had time to kill to smell the moon. He also knew that he could no longer be the opponent of the most reckless and powerful Purgatory Mountain teacher, yet his face remained unchanged, and he turned in the air.

He didn't stop the fire lotus rushing toward his body, he just dropped the ring in his hand calmly and calmly.

Fire Lotus spread over him and wrapped his body thoroughly.

Numerous shouts and shouts rang from afar, and a black red tower almost the same size as the Fire Mountain Palm Teacher flew out from behind the Fire Mountain Palm Teacher.

“When!”

A blast.

A wave of fiery wind and horror swept in, and many practitioners in the distance screamed and bled in their ears and noses.

The black red treasure tower in front of the Purgatory Mountain Teacher flies upside down, and the two flaming red hands of the Purgatory Mountain Teacher reach out from a wide pocket of flame-filled sleeve robes and hold on to this black red treasure tower.

The black and red Pawtaton dwells, yet there are countless cleavages in the hands of the Purgatory Mountain Master. His body is filled with endless majestic long robes and ancient crowns on his head, and many sword-cut cleavages are instantly shocked.

Coughing with bitterness and shock was hard to hear while coming out of the mouth of the Purgatory Mountain Teacher.

A Purgatory Mountain practitioner, named or dressed in blood red armor, or dressed in blood red robes, poured out from all sides, gathering like a tide towards the Fire Sea in front of the Purgatory Mountain Palm.

Each of these Purgatory Mountain practitioners is usually a madman in the eyes of the reckless, with the greatest dignity, yet at a time when they are unbearable chestnuts with deep fear and security in their hearts.

Flame out.

The ground is all fired into the shape of glass.

The shrimp watcher Li Bi, who stood on the side of the great old emperor, no longer existed in the world.

Yet where the flames were all extinguished and watched him disappear, all these bloody Purgatory Mountain practitioners had to make a chestnut shout.

Thousands of demons and practitioners of Purgatory Mountain, because there are some quenching secrets, body bones are completely different from the bones of ordinary people and practitioners in general, so after cremation, some specific bone sherry will form.

Li Biao also left behind a bone sherry.

But this bone sherry is extraordinarily narrow, standing in the white and fine of the beach, is the shape of a small sword, the tip of the sword and the blade are facing the sky, emitting an extremely callous smell, like cutting out a crack in the sky.

The Purgatory Mountain Teacher waved his hand and the Purgatory Mountain practitioner, dressed in red armor or red robe, instantly retreated like a tide.

Several elders of Purgatory Mountain, dressed in black gowns and surrounded by fire and black air, arrived behind him.

One of the elders of the Purgatory Mountain, holding a sceptre set with black gems, stared at the bone sword Sherry, leaning down slightly, respectfully asking: "Teacher... why did Li Biao save the moon at all costs when he had decided to share it with the smeller? Do you really want to give the Great Marshal's seal to Smell the Moon? ”

Several other Purgatory Mountain Elders bowed down at the same time.

In their view, the price of sniffing people like the moon is simply hard to manage, and using the lives of 17 such powerful practitioners of Purgatory Mountain to block Li's suffering for a moment is too great and too severe.

“From the fall of Star Lake to the present... the war between the great recklessness and Yunqin, in fact, was the war between Qingyu College and my Purgatory Mountain. ”

The Purgatory Mountain Teacher slowly put out the flame on his body, and said faintly: “No matter how many winds and rains there are in the world, it's easier to see, but it's still just my battle of Purgatory Mountain and Green College. Keeping him, at least equivalent to putting an extra shield in front of us, we can let him do more things, so that Yunqin and Qingyu College will definitely kill him first. As for his unmanageable and ambitious… this does not require much consideration from us. He can never be stronger than Qingyu College, and Yunqin and Qingyu College will definitely kill him... ”

Several Purgatory Mountain Elders in black robes fell into silence and nodded slowly.

“Yun Qin seemed to pass through the wind on all sides and not recover the original strength, but how can it be that our Purgatory Mountain has been under the double oppression of Li Bi and Qingxian College for so many years?” The Purgatory Mountain Teacher shook his head slowly and scoffed slightly: “We need some rest and recuperation time in Purgatory Mountain… we need to smell people like the Moon to quench each other's strength. As for recklessness, all we need is absolute awe… who controls the world below, and what does it matter to us? ”

“The Padawan is right.” The former elder of Purgatory Mountain, who held the Black Gemstone sceptre, also offered another courtesy with a despised glance at the cold-blooded bone sword Sherry.

……

The Grand Reckless Palace.

The old Emperor Zhantai's reckless sleeping palace seemed splendid in starlight, as if no one had entered it for countless years.

Zhantai recklessly laid on a dragon bed.

Just as the whole Yun Qin Dynasty knew that the old man Huang was about to die, the whole Great Reckless Dynasty also knew that the emperor killed in recklessness was about to die.

A student named Shallow Tang of Zhantai stood before him.

“I heard the palace door closing. ”

Zhantai recklessly looked at the student who had been dragged into the imperial struggle by his own students, shook his head, and a slight mockery appeared on his face: “It seems that I am still afraid… so far away such a normally accustomed voice still appears so clear. ”

Zhantai's shallow Tang heart is overwhelming.

He did not enter the Grand Reckless Palace for long, so he had no idea which of the countless subtle sounds in the middle of the palace was the closing of the palace door, yet he knew very well that it was not the time to close the palace door… the closing of the palace door was the order of the emperor. Closing the palace door at this time means that someone has dared to disobey the Emperor's orders and does not want people inside the palace to go out.

He also knew very well that as long as Li Biao was alive, no one would dare to close the palace door at this time and make a big difference.

“Although I have also sent people to smell the moon, I did not expect that smelling the moon could really escape from the Bi Fall Mausoleum... this battle, the eldest grandson Jinser defeated, Qingyu College defeated, I also defeated.” Zhantai sighed softly, but looked at Zhantai Shaotang: “But as long as you're alive... there's always a chance to turn it over. You go. ”

With Zhantai's reckless and peaceful voice, the dragon bed beneath him made a slight noise, just beside Zhantai's shallow body, several thick stone bricks settled down, dusty nose, revealing a deep and dark path that did not know how many years of dust had been sealed.

Zhantai Shaotang knew that this must have been a secret way to get him out of the palace and even from the Imperial City of Recklessness, but his face revealed a bitter smile, "Teacher, where can I go? ”

Zhantai looked at him recklessly and said unquestionably: "Where else can I go? Naturally, it's going to Yunqin. Go to Yun Qin... and go back to Da Lun. ”

Going to Yun Qin... to return to the great recklessness, this is only a very simple sentence, yet Zhantai Shaotang is very clear how difficult it is to do this.

But for the teacher, the sincerest respect and admiration for the emperor made him say nothing more, just kneel down, deeply reckless to Zhantai, and then walked into the dark path below, into his own vicious future.

Zhantai recklessly sent Zhantai Shaotang away.

As some low voices are emitted, the passageway is re-sealed.

In the palace he was familiar with, the sound of soldiers slicing into the flesh was implicit.

……

……

The sky is not bright.

In the final darkness before dawn, an official wearing a purple bureaucracy at the center of Zhengwu Division in Imperial City, Zhongzhou, received a scorch-tailed tip-off.

As soon as he saw the contents of this secret report, the leader of Yunqin's military intelligence could not control the tremor of his hands and his face grew pale.

He couldn't help but look up to the East and wondered what the storm would be like in this vast empire after the next dawn shines upon the Empire of Yunqin.

The sky is slightly bright.

Only later, in a deep house not far from the Imperial City, the old man with the yellow name was wrapped in a silk carpet and saw the same information from recklessness.

“Purgatory Mountain... did not kill the smelling man, the moon... let the smelling man, the heavenly moon, hold the seal of the marshal, the reckless army... even people like Li Biao...” The old man Huang could have lasted for some time, but when he saw such a newspaper, he closed his eyes painfully and his heart sucked severely. A thin parchment roll turned into ash in his hand.

The old man stopped breathing when the cold dawn fell on the Imperial City of Central State.

A terrible cry came out of this deep compound, and many people who had been watching the movement of this deep compound but did not know what was happening in the distant great recklessness also began to feel nervous.