Immortal Devil Transformation

The pharmacology of the practitioner's world is quite different from that of ordinary people.

There are many people in the world who can make poisons, some ore, some herbs, some animals, all of which contain toxins, and just need some ordinary extraction to make enough poison to kill ordinary people.

However, the body of the practitioner is stronger than that of ordinary people. Soul strength can push out the toxins in the body. The vast majority of poisons in the world can only consume the soul power of some practitioners at best. There is no great threat to practitioners at all.

So there are very few places in the world that can be so fierce that practitioners can't get rid of it, or that they can't get rid of it in time. There are only a few places like Green College and Purgatory Mountain, and a few places like Grandson Springs.

And the vast majority of poisons, even if they can poison the practitioner, have a unique odor, color, often applied to the blade of the army, making less poison that even the practitioner of the saint class can hardly detect.

At the Yunqin border, such an adversary could only be Qingyu College.

The Goddess Army has reason enough to attract Qingyuan College. At this time, the only thing Sanskrit can't figure out is how Qingyuan College can discover the Goddess Army's source of military food so quickly.

But he knew very well that he underestimated Qingyu College.

At a time like this, he and the Elephant Army had only one choice: to flee.

Apart from the necessary armaments, all the weight of the Goddess Army, all the military food that was secretly poisoned, was dumped in the corridor.

All the people of the Goddess Army, all the adult gods, the ungrown elephants, all followed closely the leading giant elephants of the Sanskrit, into the passage to the Yellow Desert, through the narrow and sloping slopes, into the Yellow Sands.

As the white idols under his seat began to run in the flat, unbridled desert, Sanskrit raised his head and saw a yellow glow flying out of the white clouds in the sky.

......

On the Shenmu flying crane, Lin Xi Shen Soumu's three fingers pulled three black strings.

The wind in high altitude suddenly rested, surrounded by energy, and the moment his soul power poured into these three black strings, it was drawn into the black arrow light.

Sanskrit and all the samurai saw the silent appearance of the night at high altitude, and then descended rapidly.

The night came silently, falling into the formation of the Goddess Army was a hurricane, many Goddess Army officers shouted and even cried in despair, a Goddess Army sergeant roared and the white gods under his seat bowed up.

At this moment, the spiritual strength of the samurai rapidly gathered on his entire spine, his body was sharply upright, many chip gaps in his golden armor fitted instantly, his spine and the armor on his back became a pillar, passing the power of the idol beneath him, excellent to his hands, knocking it out upwards.

A bang! The sergeant's hands and spine were broken simultaneously, and a piece of gold armor fitted tightly behind him was also misplaced, embedded in his body flesh, and he made a grim and fierce howl, falling from the elephant's back and dying on the ground.

The white elephant beneath him also made a grisly howl, spraying pink foam in his mouth.

At this moment, a little sadness appeared in Sanskrit's eyes, and he understood that… Qingchun College was to make some people in the world feel awed, and the Elephant Army, at this moment, became Qingchun College to erect this awe prop.

“Wind sand! ”

The moment the body of the broken samurai had just fallen into the sand, he drank both words.

This is a military order known only to the Goddess Army.

“Hu... drink...”

All the sarges made neat and strange noises.

In these voices, all the white idols beneath them, all the original drag elephants and pictures, except a handful of young elephants, began to run at maximum speed, and at the beginning of the run, every step of the way landed was deliberately shaking the yellow sand beneath their feet with huge feet.

All the sarges waved the golden wand in their hands at the same time.

This golden wand waves neatly with them, shaking the wind.

Countless yellow sand rises from the ground, blows out, blows up into the sky, in the air, actually form a sandstorm.

…….

In the dust and sandstorms of the sun.

A white golden armor god fell on the ground.

Without any power to strike this white golden nail, it is only difficult to withstand the toxin invasion in the body, only it knows that it has a large amount of rupture in its stomach and intestines and other mucus | the membrane has turned into a pink bloodstream… and then comes out of its mouth and nose in large quantities.

When he saw that the pink bloodstream was like spring water, spraying from the mouth and long nose of this white idol, he knew that the white idol was finished.

And it was at this time, a dark night, that he fell silently over his head.

Sanskrit raised his hands.

Instead of treating his body like a pillar like any other samurai, he had his hands stamped with a French seal.

The spiritual force that emerged from his fingertips staggered instantly, a golden thread formed in front of his hands, a pale golden Buddha gleaming.

“Bang" all over the body.

His body was only slightly shaken and the night was shattered, but the white idols beneath him were slightly shaken and a bloodbath was gushing in his mouth.

At this moment, Sanskrit could not understand why the archer was able to lock his position directly and accurately while his sight was clearly blocked by the wind and sand, but he knew that he had to pay for his wrong decision.

“Spread out! ”

“Escape as much as you can! ”

He put his hands down and landed on the white elephant beneath him while issuing an order.

After he issued such an order, he turned his head and looked closely at one of his god army commanders, with an order that only two people could hear: "Famine, do not follow me, go first… Remember, do not avenge, this is an order! ”

The leader of the elephant army, slightly younger than him, changed dramatically in an instant, but did not treat him like he was from, and Sanskrit looked at him coldly, "Do you want to disobey? ”

The General of the Elephant Army trembled and shouted, patting the white elephant under the seat, disappearing into the rolling sand and dust.

……

On Shenmu flying crane, Lin Xie again moved three black bow strings, a piece of dark night fell into the rolling yellow sand, again to Fan Shaoxiang.

This kind of "wind sand” of the Goddess Army is naturally very powerful after the Yellow Desert. This kind of wind sand can cover the Goddess Army during the raid and retreat without being locked in by some powerful ordnance. It can be imagined that in the Yellow Sand Desert, the Goddess Army is invincible in the face of the army in the whole of the now falling mausoleum area.

However, this method of warfare is useless for Lin Xie.

Even though he had been trained in three-charge stringing for a short period of time, with his unique ability *, he could accurately guarantee every blow of Big Black until his ten stops were exhausted.

And the power of the great black is also because it penetrates into how much soul power, it will provoke the corresponding power of the soul soldier, exactly like the amplifier of the power of the soul. For an arrow master, it is perfectly possible to decide the power to strike at one's own according to the strength and weakness of the opponent, and the power of the soul is not wasted at all.

He had already seen that Sanskrit was the leader of this Goddess Army, and only then did he target an arrow of Sanskrit. Although it was easily broken down by Sanskrit, it seemed that even with the power of great darkness, he could not be an opponent of Sanskrit, the saint, but he is now in heaven.

Even if they were saints, they could not pose any threat to him, only to bear the power of the great darkness.

An army with a saint and an army without a saint are absolutely different.

An army with a saint, even a large group of practitioners facing the title of saint, could have an absolute advantage, but without a saint the situation would have been reversed.

So even if some gods can survive this hunt, if they kill the god army's saint, the god army will completely lose its ability to stand alone and fall back to a level.

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Of course there is no mercy in such wars.

Leaving a rival of this rank alone could lead to the death of countless Yunqin people.

So the soul power in Lin Yi's body is constantly pouring out.

He had “two bowls of water" in his body, an arrow that had previously been shot at Sanskrit, completely emptied of the "one bowl of water" in his body, and this arrow, he injected the remaining “one bowl of water" in his body, not stingy at all, into the great darkness.

Sanskrit sensed the attack and reacted in a timely manner again.

His hands pinched the secret seal, his hands turned into gold wire, and Buddha's light emitted over his body, forming a pale golden lake.

All the black light rushing toward this pale golden lake was destroyed by mighty force into extremely tiny particles, which then melted into this Buddhist light.

His body just swayed slightly and his face slightly whitened.

Yet the white idol beneath him, at this time, was kneeling on all four legs, in a cry, his white idol, pink blood in his mouth and nose, spraying constantly, its body, shaking, trying to maintain balance, yet because the body began to twitch like a giant wall, flashing sideways.

Van Shaoju stood on the yellow sand and stood next to the dead white god whose internal organs began to fail.

He had fallen at the end of all scattered escaping white idols, shadowed in thin wind and sand, slowly revealing himself. The fallen yellow sand grit filled his hair crevices and spilled down along his face.

Lin Xi passed the great darkness in her hand to Lin Han on her side.

“Your power is stronger than mine. Use it at once.” He looked at Linghan and said calmly.

Ling Han frowned and moaned: “I'm afraid I missed. ”

“You can shoot whatever you want.” Lin Xi smiled slightly. "Trust me. ”

He said he could win?

Ben Linghan did not have any confidence and confidence in herself. Lin Xie's kind of assurance on behalf of others sounded completely unreasonable. However, Ben Linghan had already seen too many unreasonable things about Lin Xie, so although her eyebrows were still tangled, she stopped saying anything, reached out her hand and touched the three bowstrings.