Immortal Devil Transformation

Within this day, even the fastest paced saints will have difficulty trampling in the vast city of Xiongcheng without a corner, just as Yun Qin's statehood was about ten years ago, in the busiest days of the practitioner's world, there are bound to be many rare saint wars.

The battle of the saints, just like the battle between the Mien of the Nangong Palace and the true dragon guard that took place in the Mount of True Dragon, when it was mentioned, one would think of a powerful flying sword.

But the largest male city in the world is itself a meeting place for the extraordinary and secular priests of all genres.

Ten years before the founding of the Yun Qin Nation, the year of the Nihe, many more saints fought in various ways than they are now, more than just flying swords all the way.

This battle between him and Jongcheng, no flying sword.

Jongcheng walked in the midst of countless cyclones to Nihe Year.

Originally sunny heavens and earth, because of the countless wind currents, the surrounding landscapes seem to be in a state of confusion.

Jongcheng is like walking in a mist, a mist that covers the city.

His people, in the distortion of the light generated by the innumerable wind currents, also flashed many mirror-like shadows, energy disturbances, making it impossible to determine the exact distance between him and himself, whether from perception or sight.

Yet the year of the Ni crane was a divine calm, the crane hair was blown by the wind to dance in the air, but his body did not move, just looking at the approaching of the bell city.

Jongcheng walked to Nihe year.

His hands were lifted and placed in front of Dantian, and he held them in vain, pounding them to the extreme power of the saint's soul. From between his arms, between his chest and his stomach, he burst out, and instantly his hands and Dantian were glorious, as if holding a round of moon.

And then he hugged this round of the moon, and it was so simple that he ran over to Nihe year.

It's for the moon.

It's a hit.

Previously, the accumulation of soul power in the body, vibrating disturbances in the heavens and earth, causing wind currents and distorting light, creating illusions and making it impossible for the opponent to determine the exact distance, are magical and unimaginable means for ordinary practitioners, but not the strongest way in Jongcheng.

His strongest practitioner, the hardest to cultivate, was to burst out all his strength at once.

The power of the flesh, the power of the soul, one blast, only one blow.

Once hit, he no longer had the power to strike a second.

Cheng Ya punch, defeat also punch, so this punch separates the domination, never forward.

Jongcheng embraced the moon and his body completely turned into a thumping moment, and the stones on the ground around him all jumped upward.

The surrounding air, with the sudden eruption and contraction of his soul power condensed sharply in the moon he held, the bouncing stone still violates the general rules of world weight, not seeing a single drop, but seems to be suspended in the sky.

In all these years, in the wonderful city of Zhongzhou, the habitual saints can also come and go, the saints who have walked out of Zhongzhou City can also come and go, few people dare to use the flying sword in front of Zhongcheng.

Because there were two sword saints who used a flying sword against Jongcheng, their flying sword fell into fragments under the bang of the moon in Jongcheng, and the fragments fell on them.

The most resilient metal or crystal stone in the world is capable of building a flying sword. Otherwise, it is difficult to withstand countless punctures and collisions in an instant. It is impossible to withstand the spiritual strength of the saint himself and completely defeat the power of a flying sword, which naturally reaches its extreme horror.

However, in the face of Zhongcheng's blow, Nihe's hands also reached out from the extremely expensive robe sleeve and calmly rested on Zhongcheng's hands.

Countless stones are suspended in the sky.

As soon as Nihe's hands were resting on the hands of Jongcheng, all the stones suspended in the sky shook, suddenly many cracks appeared on the surface of the stone trampled by many practitioners.

However, Ni Crane Year did not want to hold the Zhongcheng blow with his own hands.

At this moment, he simply calmly penetrated into the body of the bell toward the strength of his soul.

……

Within a very short period of time, only the practitioner of the saint class could react, Zhongcheng felt the rapid infiltration of the other party's soul power, rushing into his own dantian, his calm eyes, appeared an unspeakable light.

He finally understood the strongest means of Nihe year and finally understood why Nihe year was the strongest saint in Mid-Year Zhou City, the only unwavering offering.

Every practitioner's soul power can drive a soul soldier, for a soul soldier, it's like a soul soldier's fuel.

This is very simple.

However, the power of the soul itself is also very elegant, like the blood flowing in each practitioner, the spirit condenses some unique energy aggregation.

Each practitioner's soul strength is like his own blood, similar in nature, but slightly different.

That is, everyone's soul power, like that of a soldier, can be burned as fuel, but each practitioner's fuel, while burning, is a different fuel.

A practitioner penetrates the soul power of another person, just like an organ of an incompatible person is implanted in the body.

This organ, naturally, is necrotic.

So even if the temple uses itself as a container, it forms a crystal wall with its own soul power, protecting its own meridian, so that the other party's soul power only passes through its own meridian channel, not combine with its own soul power.

If the power of the soul can simply be instilled by one practitioner to another practitioner, then the cultivation and upgrading of practitioners in this world is not just a journey of meditation, as long as the perfusion | method, as the story book says, is large, the power can be passed on.

And this kind of soul power, unless it is like the cloud sea to suck each other's soul power into its own body, even practitioners above the other's first and second order, forcibly penetrating each other's body, the other's body, the soul power collides and shakes away... so practitioners at the level of saint, it is easy to blow a practitioner of the ordinary great master class into pieces, but it is difficult to penetrate the soul power into the other's body somewhere.

When the cultivator is close to the standard, the intersection of soul and soul strength is the momentary impulse, pure force and power counterattack, it is never possible for the soul power of one side to penetrate into the body of one side.

At this moment, however, Zhongcheng was clearly perceived. A soul power of Nihe year poured into his soul power and into his Dantian.

This has nothing to do with the magnitude of the power, it could only be some kind of powerful practice.

This is why no one can shake the royal court offering of Nihe Year for decades. It is a secret of Nihe Year.

……

This soul power of Nihe year, like an ink pen deep into a basin of fresh water, a thick ink instantly melted into fresh water, and it opened.

Many of Jongcheng's spiritual powers, suddenly like necrosis, are no longer within his control.

The bright moon he held, the luminous light quickly dimmed, the power rapidly shrunk, and the necrotic power not under his control knocked him and Ni Neng year between the brief impasse, in his body chaos.

This is like the ten years of Yun Qin's statehood, Zhongzhou City, the best and worst era for practitioners, is completely the collision of two different ways of practicing, different methods of fighting, this battle, like the intersection of two flying swords, does not look as exciting, but it is more subtle and more dangerous.

And just for this moment, the victory and defeat will be separated. Nihe year is still the most powerful saint in Zhongzhou City, and Zhongcheng should die.

And yet, just at this moment, the "ding” sounded.

The sound of someone tapping the tip of the knife.

Just like when Jiang Yan Wei knocked on the tip of the knife, the sound of dinging suddenly translated into countless sounds, especially those that were too high or too high to be heard at all.

These voices, such as invisible silk threads, cut past in the air and landed on Ni Hao's body again.

Numerous lines of light suddenly appeared on the precious robe of Ni Henian.

His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and he grunted softly, turning to look at the door closed by a yellow lark.

At this moment, Nihe year continued towards the soul power that penetrated into the bell city, interrupted by this blow, the bell city filled with pores, gushing out a lot of blood stains and energy, and he quickly retreated back in such a bloody fog and stirring wind.

Suspended in the air, many cracked strips had been completely torn apart by silent lines, all of them into pieces that fell apart.

The robe on Ni Crane's body did not rupture at all.

Yellowbird watched that door crack into countless pieces of triangle, like a blade tip.

Behind the shattered gate stands a very old woman.

The old lady with yellow face was the idle person who looked at the vegetable garden in the yellow bird's view. She usually only had the water lady to water the most. However, she now has a knife, a knife similar to that used to be used in Jiangxiang weaving.

Her name is Nightingale.

In the first ten years of Yun Qin's statehood, she was just a woman in Zhongzhou City fireworks and willow alley. She was once involved with Jiangyang Wei. Later, Jiangyang Wei redeemed her body, but she was tired of the prosperity. Finally, she chose to hide in this Yellow Sparrow View. Many years later, she and Jiangyang Wei had long forgotten about Jianghu, Jiangjia and she had no relationship.

However, Jiang Yan weaved death, Jiang family completely died, there are no more Jiang family in Zhongzhou city, at this time, instead, she stood up and became the last Jiang family in Zhongzhou city.

“Ding!”

Washed the lead, forgot the river and lake, even forgotten by the woman whose fingers were no longer tender hit again on the tip of the knife.

“I didn't think of the sound seismic method of Jiangyan weaving, and there are still people in Zhongzhou City. ”

Ni Crane's eyebrows wrinkled and reached out.

Countless broken voices were silent and impacted him. No more light marks appeared on his robe, but many light marks appeared on his hands.

His complexion was slightly white.

The long knife in the hands of the nightingale is shattered. And then she walked with the bell tower, retreating wildly.

Ni Henian started to move and chase.

It was two terrible opponents and assassins for the Emperor, so he couldn't let them leave Central State alive.