Immortal Devil Transformation

Lin Xi's expression makes people feel like he slapped the saint, and then let Lin Han slap him, and ask Gao Yanan, why don't you slap him?

Gao Yanan was a little speechless.

“Are you sure Nan can shoot him too?” Although Lin Yi is well aware of the perversion of Lin Yi, Lin Yi's words also leave her speechless.

In the face of Gao Yanan and Bengham's eyes, Lin Xie smiled embarrassingly: “Some trouble. ”

“You're such a jerk.” Ben Linghan shoved the big black in his hand back into Lin Xie's hand, a look you can do whatever you want, "you should let Teacher Li Wu shoot him as well. ”

“I'm sorry, Teacher Li Wu... I just think he's being ridiculous.” One sentence went out, while Linghan felt a little rude to Li Wu who was blind, and immediately apologized with embarrassment.

Li Wu smiled slightly. “It's okay, I know you're not being ridiculous. I can't see. ”

“Even if it's nonsense...” Lin Xi argued: “Yanan can't shoot an arrow... Teacher Li Wu can also shoot an arrow. Unfortunately, this Shenmu flying crane can only carry the weight of a few of us. Teacher An went to the provincial governor Jiang family, otherwise Teacher An also came to shoot an arrow. Wouldn't it be interesting if we gave this guy together? I'm afraid this would be one of the most boring saints in Tang Tibetan practice history? ”

“It's interesting to think about, of course, but it's nonsense.” Lin Linghan glanced at Lin Yi, “Killing someone is such a hassle, and you think if they don't think we want to talk to him, they just want to kill him like this... people like him will stand there and wait for us to kill him instead of killing ourselves? ”

Lin Xixiao looked down, but the divine color was serious. “It seems you are right... Teacher Li Wu, please lower the divine wood flying crane. ”

“Fly lower?” Gao Yanan frowned slightly, “what do you want to do? ”

“I changed my mind.” Lin Xie looked a little more serious, "the saint is not often encountered, and the battle with the true saint is not always possible, he can at least make me feel the power of the saint, add some experience of fighting with the saint. After all, we will fight the saints face to face in the future. ”

“You were just being ridiculous, and now you're crazy?” Linghan frowned in the form of a river, looking at Lin Xi, whispered and reproached: “The saint who was wounded again, is also a saint, and you are now depleted of your soul, how can you fight him? ”

Ben Ling is absolutely right, of course.

The spiritual power of the Holy Master, I don't know how many times higher than the rank of the Nation, even at this time, Sanskrit can only maintain the normal spiritual power of a fraction of the surge, even in the case of serious injuries, this power, I'm afraid, can directly shake off or tear a practitioner of the rank of the Nation into pieces.

However, Lin Xi nodded very calmly and seriously: “The matter of soul power can be discussed with him, I think he would be happy to have the opportunity to fight me, after all, even if he died, so that he could die with some dignity. And don't worry… I'm sure I can do this, of course it can't be suicide. ”

Sounds a lot like bullshit, but both sides, Lin Xie and Gao Yanan, are used to not expressing objections when they are very certain that something will be done.

So Shenmu Flying Crane slowly landed.

…….

Lin Xie jumped directly at a height of more than 10 meters from the ground.

Huangsha floor is very soft, Lin Xin's body is slightly squatted, and his body muscles are relaxed, so he easily removed the impulse and stood steadily on the ground.

Sanskrit still stood next to the elephant corpse of the white goddess covered by yellow sand. Looking at Lin Xie, the color of the god in his eyes was very complicated, but the color of the god had completely calmed down.

He held his hands together and bowed to Lin Evening Ceremony: “Are you Lin Eve, the god of the generation of Qingyang College? ”

Lin Xi bowed down to greet him: “Don't know your name? ”

The Sanskrit looks even more serious: "Sanskrit. ”

“We are victorious in this battle at the plot, victorious in the presence of the divine wood flying crane.” Lin Xi looked at him calmly and said: "You let all the rest of the god elephant army lead away from you. Naturally, you are not greedy for life and fear death. You know that you will die, but you will not die. What is there to say? ”

Sanskrit bowed down, but once again gave Yun Qin's gift. “I am solely responsible for this battle. I do not have enough fear of Qingyuan College, but I have ordered the Goddess Army not to seek revenge from Qingyuan College. Therefore, I also want to ask Qingyuan College not to kill all but to leave some way for the people of the Goddess Army. ”

“It's very paradoxical.” Lin Xi looked seriously at him and said: "You have killed many Yun Qin people, and some of you have died in our hands, and many gods are destined to die. This real blood thing is not a simple forgiveness that can be solved. As now, I see the color of death in your eyes, you can't even think of these things as not happening... Even if I can guarantee that I will not take the initiative against the Goddess Army, can you guarantee that those who live in your Goddess Army will really obey your orders and not avenge you? No more crossing the hallway? ”

“It's just a loser's request for something that could happen.” Sanskrit maintained a humble posture, calmly mobilizing his soul strength, ready to break his heart.

“I will consider this request of yours, and in the future… I will try to set it aside if possible.” What surprised him, however, was that he heard Lin Xie speak.

He looked up and saw Lin Xie looking at him. “I need experience fighting with the saints… so the price you have to pay is to have a fight with me. ”

Fan Shaoxian deeply inhaled, scattered the soul power flowing into his heart, instead began to use his soul power to protect his internal organs injuries, began to try to contain some internal bleeding, and the divine color on his face began to muddle.

In these two years, Lin Yi has become the most famous figure of the whole Yunqin and even the whole world. Van Shaoqing naturally knows Lin Yi and Qiubai and smells the resentment of the human moon. He knows that just as Lin Yi faces Qiubai, one day Lin Yi will inevitably face the smell of the human moon.

He understood that Lin Xie had to accumulate a lot of experience in confronting the saints.

But Lin Xi's choice could also make him die with more dignity.

“Very cheerful.” He didn't feel that Lin Yingfang was insane, but he sighed with admiration and then sat down slowly and looked at Lin Yingtao: “You should take some time to replenish your soul. ”

“Yes.”

Lin Xi smiled and sat directly on the slightly hot sand, closing her eyes, almost instantly entering the meditation practice state.

Sanskrit watched Lin Xi quietly.

When he realized that Lin Xie was practicing meditation almost instantaneously, supplementing his soul power, he had a few more points of true respect and admiration in his eyes.

Practice before, and only a dozen people in this world can do it.

……

After a long time, Lin Xie opened her eyes.

Fan Shaoxiang waited calmly for a long time. When Lin Xie opened his eyes, he stood up slowly.

Lin Xi also stood up slowly.

“Since you want to feel the power of the Sacred Master and have some experience fighting with the Sacred Master, I will not be able to spare you until I fight with you.” Sanskrit looked at Lin Xi and said.

Lin Xi bowed slightly: “Thank you. ”

“I can only use about 70% of my strength right now, and because of the injuries in my body, the workings of my soul, and the gusts above it, there will be some lags, hopefully not deviating from your feelings.” Sanskrit said, “My perception of peace is not different, and this is where this confrontation is most useful to you. ”

Lin Xi nodded, “I understand. ”

“Please." Sanskrit stopped saying anything and made a gesture of invitation to Lin Yi.

Lin Xie moves.

The power of his soul swept from his whole body at a rate that completely transcended the ranks of the nations, like countless transparent wings, with him sweeping the land.

In the abrupt sound of the sky, only a small amount of puffing dust appeared on the yellow sand floor beneath his feet.

Lin Ying arrived at full speed in an instant.

Because he knew very well that the distance between the two, the true enemy saints, especially the saint of the sword, belonged entirely to the saint, and that only close proximity as soon as possible could avoid being directly killed by the saint using that distance.

Faced with Lin Xie rushing towards himself at an alarming speed, Van Shaoju did nothing but stand calmly.

This is an entirely unruly sword saint, confronted with a normal reaction from a national practitioner who dared to challenge himself.

Normally, a saint of his rank, when he rushes into front of himself, punches his opponent away easily, even into pieces, without hesitation.

…….

Lin Yi is ten steps from Sanskrit.

His hands swung backwards, giving everyone the feeling of instantly pulling out the long sword on his back, following the impulse, a sword stabbed at Sanskrit.

However, as soon as his gesture arose, the cloth strip wrapped around his long sword suddenly split, and his pale blue sword shouted and flew from his back to Sanskrit.

At the same time, a black, fat claw in his palm was stretched out of his epithelial sac, and a terrible frost flooded into the Sanskrit.

Lin Xi's sword draw is just a bluff.

The real killing move at this moment was his sword and auspicious attack.

In front of the flying sword, the floor slanted upwards to the right belly of the Sanskrit, auspicious and fully excited the cold smell, to the face of Sanskrit.

The speed of the flying sword is much faster than the gushing speed of the cold breath, and it should logically be closer to Sanskrit's body earlier.

At this moment, however, it was like being thrown into a rock in a lake in the distance.

Sanskrit's body was surrounded by a clear and gentle chirp.

The speed of the flying sword, suddenly slows down!

In front of Sanskrit, an invisible barrier appears to have appeared.

This is just the power of Sanskrit's soul shaking out, compressing the formation of air outside him… It's just this, Lin Xi's flying sword is like falling into a muddy swamp, difficult to move, after the ice and snow currents.

Sanskrit stretched out his right hand and swept towards the frozen stream.