Immortal Devil Transformation

Extremely mixed waves sound in the mountains, like suddenly millions of fish shoot water in caves and passages in the mountains.

Guo Dongshen looked back.

In this cave, all of the black iron seats wearing iron grey armor of Liuko's leader also brushed his head blindly and with some horror.

Two people who did not belong to them walked into this cave in such a mixed wave outside.

One is a calm face, as if to treat everyone in front of her as an object, indifferently looking at a measuring young girl.

One was a man with a long sword and a giant bone bow on his face, wearing a soft silver white leather mask embroidered with clubs.

Excessively refined plum blossoms and the man's cold-boned giant bow create a huge contrast.

“Who are you people! ”

A liquor leader dressed in iron grey armor could not help but drink loudly, but the sound was trembling like a trembling sound, smashing into countless fine pieces on the surrounding rock walls.

Nobody answered his words.

The man in the fine mask just looks calmly at everyone in this cave.

The girl, who seemed to leave no one in sight, walked slowly, simply saying: "On your knees, bow down to me, or die. ”

This sentence sounds insane, but none of the liquor leaders on all the black iron seats immediately made a sound, and no one felt unusually angry, but even more frightened.

It's just one sentence that makes all these people certain that this young girl is the legendary demon head.

Guo Dongshen raised his head.

Sitting at the top of this cave, he sat on a majestic golden giant chair, yet he still had the feeling of facing the mountains and having to look up in the face of Minami Palace and Lin Xie in a mask. This feeling made his mind feel extremely dangerous, and he understood that the strength of the two must be terrible.

Nor could he have imagined how the other person would be able to get in here, but he did not speak immediately and was not in any hurry to respond.

At the moment he raised his head, not far from Nangong Mihong and Lin Xie, a stone door that had been closed was pushed open.

In a blazing wave, a cold man in a dark red robe rushed out first.

In the corridor behind him, countless glows of dark red fluttered, and countless people in dark red clothes flung out of the corridor with more mixed soundwaves, like the tide.

Most liquors struggle to reach the eastern border, which is best suited for hiding and stealing their lives because of fear of death, and then become even more timid as mice in the years to come.

However, Guo Dongshen's Liucheng Mountain Liucheng is not a common Liucheng.

Over the past two decades, he has managed this mountain as a nation, living in peace and security, and has nurtured many of his men without fear of death.

Like the defense of Mount Hao, this is also a powerful source of confidence for Guo Dongshen.

So he just waited silently.

Just as his protégé arrived the first time, pushing open the stone door, the first cold man in a dark red robe just rushed out, neither Lin Xie nor Nangong Mio moved.

There was also a dark red figure that flashed from behind them, instantly crossing them and welcoming them forward.

This figure, bigger than anyone else in the field, is covered in dark red metal chain armor that shines an unusually cold light.

Only in the moment of the clear appearance of this figure like an angel, seeing the unusually wide forehead and the thick lips very different from those of the Yun Qin people, Guo Dongshen's breathing has completely paused, and his body has become completely cold.

It's cave barbarity.

It is the most powerful Empire of Yunqin in the world. Over the past decades, countless wars have been waged that cannot be conquered at all.

Yet the other party can make the cave work?

It's something he can't even imagine or understand.

……

The cold-blooded man in the dark red robe saw the approaching, also dark red like an angel shadow, his pupils narrowed, yet he did not hesitate at all. After a loud drink, a light blue sword in his hand emitted a dazzling glow and stabbed the past in the heart and heart of the dark red shadow in front of him.

Faced with the blow of Guo Dongshen's fierce and fearless subordinate, this dark red figure merely reached out his hand and held an unusually sharp pale blue sword.

At the moment when his fingers touch this sharp sword, a red flame, like lava, spreads along the sword with terrible heat.

The sword paused in the air.

The dark red shadow continues to move forward, the light blue sword turns red and red, the hand of the cold man in the dark red robe suddenly becomes coke black, which has spread instantly to his whole body as the dark red shadow advances as he makes any sound in the future.

His body burned violently, falling to the ground, and the sound of "puff” turned into a burning scorched ash.

Kuai's dark red shadow was full of flames, moving forward with terrible temperatures, and then several of Guo Dongshen's protégés were turned into firemen, falling to the ground.

The dark red tide gushing from that passage paused sharply in a shocking shock.

The fearsome images of the flames of terror stood at the door, blocking the exit of the passage, so all those who approached him turned into firemen, turned into flying ash, the stone doors of the exit of the passage and the surrounding stone walls, also began to burn red, began to melt and became flowing magma.

In the face of such a scene, Guo Dongshen did only one thing.

He lay down and left the golden chair, kneeling directly at Mihong and Lin Xie in the South Palace.

In the previous fraction of a breath, Nangong Miao had looked up at him slightly.

A flying sword that exceeds the reaction limit of the vast majority of people in here has never appeared in front of the impatient Nangong Palace and stabbed Guo Dongshen straight.

As Guo Dongshen knelt down, this horrible, handless flying sword had shattered all the drapes between Nangong Mi and her and reached his throat.

The cold air on his sword had filled his eyebrows with white frost as Guo Dongshen lay down his body.

Guo Dongshen knelt down and the flying sword subsided a few inches before his throat, like an unusually cold gaze, staring at him and retrieving it.

The flame of terror on the Fire King slowly faded away.

Rin's sword returned to the undressed sleeve of Nangong.

Nangong did not move slowly toward Guo Dongshen, who was kneeling on the ground.

All the Liquor Leaders on all the black iron seats in the cave knelt down, all frightened and trembling, afraid to look at the new owner of Mount Horn.

The South Palace walked past the side of Guo Dongshen, who was kneeling on the ground, and sat down in a large golden chair.

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(It's just that after not writing for a day, it feels a little out of state. This chapter will be a little less wordy, and it won't die with itself. The next chapter will be later in the evening, and then the word count will be a little more.