Immortal Devil Transformation

It is also a dark palace with no lights. It is equally heavy inside, not to isolate the human figure, but to isolate the curtains of the heavens and the earth.

As the shadow of Dixie Fei approached the front door of the hall, a dry old Mai's palm slammed open the golden gate, without knowing how many years of exertion he had exercised, clenched his fists and fired at Dixie.

Soul power gathered on the fist, forming crystalline, in the air in front, making a tearing sound.

This is the only sound that reveals this seemingly soft and sensual punch of hegemony and rigidity.

Dixie's pupils narrowed.

The power of this punch, I'm afraid, is as powerful as he can provoke, but the speed at which the power of the soul bursts out of the body, and the speed at which the body punches out, obviously goes beyond him.

There is only one possibility that the person who struck this punch, who was once a practitioner of the sacramental class, was depressed for some reason, and his soul power retreated to a manipulation similar to that of him. However, combat experience and perception have nothing to do with the strength of the body and soul. Such an adversary is naturally much more terrifying than an adversary of the same rank.

But his body did not slow down, and his rolling soul burst out of his body and instantly penetrated his sword.

The long sword came out, the sword body slapped on the fist, but it didn't make any noise, and the raw stick to the fist.

There was a sound of suspicion in the dark palace, and only at this moment did Dixie fly's body slice into the palace at a faster pace with the shock of the sword's body.

Yet at this point, another dry hand reached out.

Dixie's breathing suddenly stopped and she felt terrible.

Before reaching out, this dry hand did not have any breath, not only the soulful breath, but even the heat emitted on his skin seemed to completely converge in the body… The owner of this hand and the owner of the previous punch, obviously not the same person, but the key is that before reaching out, Dixie Fei did not even sense that there was another such opponent, within the very close range of himself.

The owner of this hand is like a shadow of the man who punched him in the face.

“Huh!”

But the moment this hand reached out, it was the index finger and middle finger and pointed to the sword. At this moment, the power in his body was converging, forming a great sword, and bursting towards Di Xiao.

The leader of the Yunqin Tripartite Army will always be the most combatant practitioner.

At this moment, Diffrey, who had no time to hide, gathered his soul power into his left hand and blocked the Invisible Sword.

Big bang.

Di Fei's entire left arm sleeve burst, revealing the inner inky green soft armor, his entire left arm softly drooped down, not knowing whether this hurry was under a hard stop, arm dislocated or broken bone, his face pale, lip corner spilled blood, right hand sword shook out of hand, whole body was also shook back out.

A shock of pounding soul power pushed the golden gate of the hall through with a squeak.

Inside a heavy black curtain hunting sounds like a black wave, the sun falls into the gate, Dixie Fei sees that before these heavy curtains, there were no more than two, but three full-bodied, very pale old men.

And the three old men were just blind, but not blind.

Shouting, Dixie's back smashed a jade fence.

The three men who fought and some modus operandi seemed different from the current modus operandi. Since the elderly looked at Dixie with indifference and suspicion, they didn't know exactly what had happened in Imperial City, China, so someone broke in here.

At the moment he smashed the jade fence in his back, Dixie bled again, but all these old men predicted that he didn't take advantage of the power to fly out, his soul burst out of his feet sharply, making his whole person, like a stone thrown by a stone throwing cart.

There was a sudden loud noise on the side wall of the hall!

Masonry flying, a hole suddenly appeared, the figure of Dixie flying in from this hole, regardless of several curtains, straight into the middle of this palace.

The three old men drank loudly at the same time.

The first old man to punch again, a punch to Dixie Fei's back, but the wind swept through several curtains, only a very few to Dixie Fei.

Dixie flies a little bit faster.

The second hand, again and pointing to the sword, punctured the sky, severed the tough armor at the back waist of Dixie Fei, and even implicitly visible the white bones in the flesh, blood like a waterfall, dripping half his body in blood.

The third hand was about to touch Dixie's back, but at this point, it was a hard time to live.

Because Dixie Fei has reached the center of this hall.

Dixie Fei just took a look and got the answer he wanted to know. He knew why the old man didn't dare to rush his soul power at this time. He learned this secret of Zhenlong Mountain.

At the moment when he was about to push down, the owner of the third hand fainted and his eyes suddenly contracted, Dixie Fei coughed slightly and coughed up a rebound of blood again.

By the time his mouth was sprayed against a black curtain that shielded the wind and energy, his entire man had swept onto the other side of the palace wall, again crashing through a hole and rushing out.

……

At the same moment, the three elderly people in this palace changed their face dramatically.

A low, but unusually dense sound and unusual wind currents caused by meta-high fluctuations come from afar, so that they are clearly perceived.

This extraordinarily dense voice, coming from the ancient stone temple in the back mountain, is extraordinarily remote, as if it were deep and unimaginable.

A wind burst out of the doorway of the temple, rolling up countless yellow dead leaves on the stone steps at the door.

Some of the green vines that grew along the top of the stone palace ripped apart in a violently vibrating wind, revealing a strange fragility, splitting into numerous segments and flying out.

Within the entrance of the stone palace, there is even a fragmented blue vine flying out, like because the stone palace is too ancient, even blue vines have grown from the gap of the stone palace to the inside of the stone.

Just learned a secret of Mount True Dragon. Dixie, who crashed into a palace, also perceived the collision of powerful forces. His eyes began to show great fear, pressing his wounds, and began to run desperately toward the planned escape route. At this time, he knew that his expectations had not materialized at all. In the Mount of True Dragon, not all the saints had been transferred to other parts of Central State, and there were still saints sitting in the town in the mountain.

Only this saint, I'm afraid, has encountered a man like him sneaking into Mount True Dragon, and that man, too, is a saint.

……

The storm at the entrance of the temple erupted over a dozen breaths and shook hundreds of times.

Nangong's uncentralized body first appeared at the entrance to the temple, and her face remained calm, except for a few slight cracks in her blue shirt.

After her body had completely fallen off the stone steps, her cold sword flew out of the entrance to the temple and hung in front of her.

A skinny old man, small and small, dressed in an ancient golden pandora robe, then appeared at the entrance to the stone temple and stepped on a stone step that had been blown clean by the wind.

At this moment, only the Emperor and the Elder Princess of Yunqin can wear the golden dragon coat, but in the period of the First Emperor, there are still a group of people, because of the prize of the First Emperor, the dragon coat is full. These are the dead men of the Emperor, the Dragon Guard.

“You must die. ”

It seems that until this moment, the true dragon guard appeared only in Yun Qin's legend about the Emperor only to see the shape and face of Nangong Miao, because Nangong Miao was young and powerful, and his face showed an enviable divine color, yet he made another voice immediately, unusually ambitious and killing, with a hint of regret.

“Since the founding of Yun Qin, I have seen the best qualified genius in the practice… just a child, Zhenlong Mountain is not where you want to come, go where you want to go. ”

Faced with the words of this tiny old man, Nangong shook his head seriously, but it was strange to say, "You have no fingers. ”

The tiny hands and the rest of his body were completely caged in a magnificent and generous Panlong gold robe. The only thing he could hear was his head appearing outside, but he was not surprised. A golden light flew out of his sleeve, but it was a golden sword with a Panlong symbol. “Without fingers, the power of the soul can gush quickly.” He looked at the South Palace, "he said.“ And I have a sword, too. ”

“But you're afraid of my sword. ”

Nangong Miao seriously shook his head again and looked at the calm old man, "I haven't figured out why, but you're really afraid of my sword... so your repair is taller than mine, but you can't keep me. ”

The little old man's body fluttered slightly, and the calm corner of his mouth slightly moved.

“You don't even have a toe.” At this time, Nangong Miao took another serious look at his feet, "I didn't know what the reason was, but without toes, after all, when running away from the direction, it was less flexible than I was, so you couldn't have kept me. ”

After that, the saint, who was probably the most personalized in the world, turned around and left.

Her body was in front of her, and her flying sword, like life, was always a few feet behind her.

Once again, the little old man's body was slightly shaken and the light on the golden flying sword kept flashing, yet he did not take a step.

“I'm not afraid of your sword, it's just this cold breath that reminds me of something. ”

“You've taken the one and a half secrets of Mount True Dragon, just wondering if you'd notice.” After Nangong's uncentric breath completely disappeared from his perceived world, the old man's body trembled slightly and sighed helplessly.