Immortal Devil Transformation

Just over a dozen breathing hours, three people have already stood next to the bodies of the Sisters of Recklessness.

One is a middle-aged, shady, cold man in his 40s wearing a blue robe, all with wide sleeve robes made of wire, a purple petal-like texture on the blue robe, not like a tattoo, but like a symbol, flashing a glow between ceramic and metal.

The other two, one wearing a dark red lock armor with two * young reckless collars on his back, with a stiff, knife-like line, full of killing air.

There is also a man with a long body who is snowy, looks very shady and wears a big red robe with a pointed hat over his head and looks like a priest in a temple that has been out of the sun for years.

It was just a glance at the broken arm of the great reckless practitioner, the torn corpse of the larynx, this snowy, cleric-like man's voice was cold: “At least the practitioner above the rank of the nation, you two search together. ”

As soon as the sound came out, the cleric-like man instantly brought out a red shadow, plundered into the back room of the yard, banged, and instantly smashed the window out.

“It's just a little higher than we fixed it, and he looks like a commander everywhere, giving us orders...” The young reckless general with two * handfuls on his back frowned and couldn't help but say.

Before he finished, he was interrupted very unhappily by the cold, middle-aged man beside him: “Lord Iron, for the time being, don't say such things, and you know that the other person is not so proud because of his identity. ”

The young reckless general's collar was cold and just as soon as he shut up, he heard a series of clicks on the distant roof.

The sound, apparently, was accidentally broken between the rushes, resulting in another rush, failing to control the force and the landing point, and stepping on several pieces.

When they changed their face, their figure was like a stone thrown by a cart, bouncing off the ground and stepping on the wall of this residential courtyard, they both crossed a courtyard step by step. The difference was that the middle-aged and cold man's figure was lighter, while the young reckless general was extremely soul-saving, mostly using physical force, making a loud sound as soon as he stepped on it, splashing a cloud of dirt and gravel, which appeared to be very violent.

All of a sudden, the two reckless practitioners were all in the same face.

Especially the reckless young commander, who crossed the very violent scene, showed some horror in his eyes.

Because at this point, a red figure swept through their side with a wind, a dozen positions ahead of them in a moment.

This red figure, who later ascended, was the man in the red robe who looked like a cleric.

The cleric-like Red Robe man, who had apparently previously searched in the wrong direction and on the wrong roof at this moment, chased him backwards, but even so, he quickly surpassed two people.

At this moment, between the roofs of an alleyway, the red robe of this cleric-like man still trembles on his body like a waterfall, just as it stands in peace, without any scattering, full of a sense of majesty, holiness and mystery.

Hundreds of reckless sergeants had also quickly surrounded the past towards the loud, and many of them had seen the Red Robe cleric, who seemed to slide in a still space, with reverence and fear in his eyes.

The cleric-like man had a high hat over his head and a red robe behind him, marked with flame and melt, which was reckless and represented the Messenger of Purgatory Mountain.

The Messengers of the Mount of Purgatory and the elders of all ranks, who do not walk in the world in recklessness, are the symbols of strength and transcendence.

……

Red Robe Purgatory Mountain messenger's body is straight, even on the roof, as if walking on the smooth ground in the hall, not tall and low, a pound, with the powerful power of the fiery breath from his wide red robe sleeve, pushing his body forward.

It's less than twenty steps from the sound of the roof.

At this very moment, in the world of the Red Robe Purgatory Mountain Messenger, suddenly a few very thin black lines emerged.

These black lines are very tiny, and in the thick night before dawn, ordinary people cannot see them unless their eyes are close to them, and even the Red Robe Purgatory Mountain Messenger, only a few feet in front of them, appears these very thin black lines in perception.

Red Robe Purgatory Mountain Messenger's snow-white face changed dramatically, and even a hint of silver grey and blue color appeared in his skin.

In this very short period of time, he couldn't even jump and hide, because there were two black lines that crossed over his head.

“Boom!”

At this moment, the Purgatory Mountain Messenger, who had no time to make redundant moves, rolled out his sleeves like life, slapping hard on the black line ahead.

In a whisper, several black lines were broken by him, but the roof at the foot of the Purgatory Mountain was hard to withstand and collapsed.

The Purgatory Mountain envoy's face had just revealed an angry divine colour, but for a moment, his eyes were uncontrolled and filled with a horrific colour.

Below the collapsed roof, in the darker room, there are also several crossed black lines.

“Huh!” “Huh! ”

Two black wires cut off his red robe, embedded his right leg and instantly cut into the flesh until it stopped when his leg bone was cut.

Though the power of his fall has not yet allowed the black line to cut off his tenacious bones, the pain of the sharp black line cutting on the bones and the anger of being trapped in each other's wells have caused the messenger of Purgatory Mountain to tremble sharply.

“Knock, knock! Cut!”

At this point, on the far side of the roof, several stepping sounds have been sounded again.

Such a voice allowed many reckless sergeants close to the roof to simultaneously make a shout.

This shout was intended only to remind colleagues elsewhere of the whereabouts of their enemies, and many reckless sergeants, under the command of a number of major officers, have lit the torch. Even began to burn some houses to create more light.

However, the pain of injury and the anger of being reckoned with by the opponent temporarily caused the Red Robe Purgatory Mountain Messenger to lose some sense.

“Shut up! ”

In a tremendous roar, an orang-red chain flew out of the right hand of the angry Red Robe Purgatory Mountain Messenger, and the soul that should have been cherished swept out of his body. The orang-red chain carried a horrible power, which kept rolling in front of him, destroying one house after another.

The Red Robe Purgatory Mountain Messenger became like a giant red python, and the furious journey crushed through the house.

All the reckless soldiers looked in horror at the direction of the Purgatory Mountain Messenger and did not dare to speak for a moment. The two reckless practitioners who were leaping on the courtyard wall did not know exactly what had happened, but they were acutely sensing the blood coming from the wind ahead.

At a time when the attention of the vast majority of the reckless soldiers had been drawn to the angry Purgatory Mountain Messenger, Lin Yue, a calm and light fast dive in the darkness, was only two or three houses away from the big inn, which had a strange impact on the cage.

The very rapid reaction of this army, as well as so many practitioners, makes Lin Xie feel that this army is very problematic, not an army carrying out general military service.

After a slow deep breath, he paused, took out several small stones wrapped in cotton cloth, then opened the bow and shot them all out within two breathing hours.

His fingers cleverly pulled the strings, and when the stones were ejected like arrows, the strings slammed, not even a single sound.

“Knock!” “Knock!” “Cut!” … in the distance, the sound of a few footsteps is implicit.

Except that the first footsteps were deliberately made by Lin Xie, the next two “footsteps” were all sounded with excellent arrow technique, except to lure the reckless pedestrian to his set trap.

After shooting these stones, Lin Xie gently pointed her toes in the shadow. The whole person kept moving like a piece of paper against a wall. She quickly crossed a narrow alley and reached the back wall of the inn.

Just a breath before several patrol sergeants walked out of a corner, Lin Xi's fingers stuck in the uneven stone wall gap of the inn. With a little effort, the whole person was already like a gecko and in the shadow under the corridor on the second floor.

The reckless patrol sergeants did not find any anomalies and continued to circle forward. Lin Xi completed a silent roll-up of the eaves and quickly climbed into front of a window where the view of the hall could be seen.

Lin Xie saw a black and red metal caravan parked in the lobby of the inn amidst a not-too-too-tight gap between the wooden windows.

Instead, Lin Xi's body was slightly stiff, her breathing paused and her pupils had to contract at a glance.

……

Furious Purgatory Mountain Red Robe Messenger went home demolition all the way.

The two reckless followers in the rear travelled very tacitly and quickly from the rubble that broke behind him.

From the bloody smell along the way, the two reckless army practitioners knew that the infiltrator had set some traps and had succeeded in wounding the Purgatory Mountain messenger whose strength lay ahead of them, in which case it was naturally safest to follow the ruins of the destruction.

Nearly a thousand reckless sergeants have completed a detour and surrounded the voices completely for miles. The ambassador of Purgatory Mountain Red swept to the last point of his voice, yet under his furious search and the army's devastating search, the opponent seemed to have completely disappeared from the air.

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(The next three chapters will be a little more words later in the evening than this)