Immortal Devil Transformation

White steam swept up like a wave with a hot breath.

Gao Yanan shouted and pulled Lin Xie backwards.

A layer of fine blue metal spread over Jiang Jiaoyi's body.

God's mighty Green Warrior Armor is reproduced.

Jiang laughed at the blue metal length behind him and broke it down again, turning it into a flying blade.

“Boom!”

But only once the white steam blew up, it didn't really touch the flame of Shen Tu Ming's rolling body. Jiang Jiaoyi had growled, his feet rubbed off long marks on the ground and slipped backwards.

Chu Nightingale used to be very happy and excited, but he was nervous at the moment.

The grand sheep of the First Arrow Master of the Great Recklessness came to Dongjingling.

Mr. Jun, the master of the Great Reckless Sword Sabre, who had advanced saints many years ago, also came to Dongjingling.

And Tang's two swords.

None of the saints who appeared here were ordinary saints like Xu Tianwang, but practitioners enough to make Ni Crane year feel wonderful.

Such a few saints may correspond to the usual six or seven ordinary-class practitioners.

The power of the Great Reckless East Jingling, because the presence of these people has far exceeded the prior imagination of the Yunqin military. Because if there were only two or three saints, Jongcheng, Nightingale and Tang Chuqing would be enough.

It can be said that without Lin Xi's dispatch, there is no way to deal with Tang Tibetan's two swords, but even so, Zhongcheng and Nightingale no longer have the power to fight, and Tang Chuqing can no longer fight. Now, while Mr. Junjun and Tang Chuqing have both been hurt, Shin Jianxin... is also a saint.

There are no more saints in the East Landscape.

And Shen Tu Ming is the Shen Tu of Purgatory Mountain. He is also not a common saint.

He had confidence in blocking an ordinary saint, but he had no confidence in blocking a saint who would even be eligible to become an Elder of Purgatory Hill in the future.

Faced with instant condensation, he releases the white steam of horrible temperatures, and he sweeps in front of the tumbling ginger smile.

It was less than thirty steps away from him.

Even with the protection of his soul, his skin has been evaporated red by the heat around him and even blisters have been lifted in some places. But he still stabilised a spiritual force into the big box he was carrying.

A gas outflow.

Another short silver white stick flew out of a hole in the top of his big box.

Just as soon as it flew out, this short silver and white stick unfolded. It turned out to be just a huge silver and white metal film, folded and curled.

Shin has been less than ten steps away from him.

His eyebrows and hair have been scorched yellow and burned to Mars.

This huge metal film, right at this point, is like a tent blown by the wind, shielded from slaughter.

Shin slaughtered only one thumb left in his right palm.

At this point, a spark of purple-red appeared on this thumb, like a small candle fire lit on the candle.

“Boom!”

Just this small flame, the air around him was another blow, Chu Nightingale couldn't open his eyes, his eyebrows and hair burned completely.

The burgeoning hot air seemed to blow down the huge metal film.

Yet this huge metal film thin, at this moment, instead, shrinks sharply toward the rolling energy, the sound of "shuddering," forming a metal pocket a few meters in diameter, in which Shen is slaughtered.

Until then, Chu Nightingale began to make a painful noise, and then quickly retreated and pounded the flame on his head.

…….

The way Chu fought naturally made Lin Xi feel very novel.

This way of fighting even makes him feel like an ordinary Special Forces soldier relying on some unique equipment to confront an alien.

The shiny silver-tone metal film is still shrinking fast and continues to cling to the carnage.

He looked nervous.

Everybody's nervous, too.

Normal saints and such high temperatures of flames and steam trapped in such a small space are probably already burned. But all this temperature and heat itself comes from Shen Tu Ming, and no one knows if such a silver metal film can truly trap him.

……

At this time, rain wire spilled on the silver metal film, making a murky noise, which immediately burned into a strand of steam.

“Boom!”

The contracted silver-tone metal film burst out into a drum, sounding like a drum.

Nothing broken.

But Lin Xi and others were still not happy at all, because all of them felt that there was a much more terrible force within them that was shaking.

“Get out of here in the crane! ”

Chu Nightingale turned around and drank vigorously at Lin Xie and others behind him.

“Boom!”

His voice had just come out, the first word "you" had just come out, and less than a breath, the silver metal film had tremendously shook again.

One second is enough for the saint to do a lot of things.

Several bright lines appeared on silver metal films, which penetrated from the metal films and turned into cracks.

The metal film cracked open.

Shen slaughtered the cigarette wrapped around the purple smoke and walked out of the cracked metal film.

A fierce fire, condensed into an end, poured into the still heavily drunk Chu Nightingale.

Chu Nightingale could only turn around at this moment.

“When!”

A bronze box the size of his body blocked the pyrotechnic, so that he was not directly burned to ashes by the pyrotechnic, but his body could not stand at all, jumping forward and spraying hot blood out of his mouth.

“In heaven, I take it helplessly. But when you come down, you'll never fly again. ”

Shen Tu Min did not see Chu Nightshang, whose eyes fell on Lin Xie and Lin Xie, not far behind him, on the Shenmu flying crane.

He continued to move forward, breathing out, seemingly with Mars.

“What happened to you in this city, I don't understand. I don't understand what it is to call God… and I know that you have also killed Qiubai through unjustifiable steps. You make me desperate... but I finally want to see if you can cross the steps and kill a saint while your soul power is running out for no reason. ”

He wanted to say it in its entirety, so he didn't move as fast as before.

Shen Hu's words are his most sincere emotions.

He had reached the point of helplessness and despair, and he threw everything that could be won out, yet he did not exchange for victory in front of Lin Xie, and finally he had nothing but himself.

He even wants to die at this time. Forget it, he wants to die in Lin Xie's hands.

However, Lin Xi was well aware that this way of commemorating the moment was the most effective.

On the other hand, when the other party is most desperate, if the other party kills him, will the other party be foolish? Does this make him feel too dramatic?

Lin Xi couldn't help but think about it at this time.

He glanced at Jiang Jiaoyi next to him and held Gao Yanan's hand. He thought bitterly of what the three of them had said before.

His priestly robe had a wide sleeve with a golden glow, a light emitted on the golden Yun Qin Xiao Phoenix Rui Rui.

It wants to fight, it wants to wait for a chance, but at this point it's desperate, because it knows that when it rushes up, it will no longer be a falling star, but a flying roasted chicken.

……

All these Yun Qin people who lived and died with this city have done their utmost to stop fighting.

At this time, however, there is a man who can still fight, but still hesitates.

The man was sitting on the top of a gazebo near the river that was about to burn, caged in a black robe that would allow her to merge with the gazebo, and not even Shen Jiao and the White Shirt Saint could detect her large black robe.

Her mission is to protect Lin Xi, even if she gives her life.

It's just that what she has in her hand at this moment, like the beads that let Shen slaughter directly fail and despair, is too precious, even in the civil unrest of the college, even when the person who gave it to her was hunted down to death, it didn't even work, like Ming brother, it is also the true heritage of the college.

She couldn't resist.

If she could trade her life for this thing, if she didn't use it, she would definitely trade her life for this thing at the academy to stay.

But there's no way to change it now.

She hesitated, hoping that Lin Xie would show some miracles so that she could not use this thing.

But this has reached its final point.

She couldn't do it anymore… she hesitated to think that the person who gave her this thing, with tears, had accumulated the soul power in her hand and poured it into her hand.

This thing in her hand, it's like a black rag, but there's no silk or cotton thread in the world, and it's as light and soft as this rag material. So this rag is more like an extremely soft cloud.

It's just that this thing has a lot of Xuan Ao's charms, and it's like a charm.

As soon as her soul was flowing in, this thing suddenly broke down, like a black gauze, and hit the Shen massacre.

Shen Jiaozhen sensed a sudden spiritual fluctuation in the height of his side, and then he sensed a strange metabolic shock that he had never perceived.

He suddenly felt a tremendous fear.

Nearly intuitive, his respiratory arrest, all the pores in the body's skin, also suddenly contracted off.

With his hands together, he pressed out a blade of flame and slashed into the black veil.

The black gauze suddenly collapsed into billions of tiny pieces of black debris under the impact of the flame, spreading out, spreading with the wind, not knowing how many miles.

Curiously, this flame of terror emitted by Shen Tu Min disappeared after the black gauze was dispersed, as if it were a breeze blowing these black debris out.

The speed at which this black debris spreads is strange and astonishing.

Hundreds of tiny pieces of black debris fell on him in a very short period of time.

His body instinctively reacted, trying to shock these black debris out.

Yet these black debris seemed powerless enough to penetrate his body.

All the soul power in his body, where the black debris and skin came into contact, dissipated out of his control and instantly disappeared into the air.

The flame was completely extinguished from him and the glow was glorious.

From a god in charge of the Fire, he instantly became an ordinary man with no power whatsoever.

The same goes for Lin Xi.

His perception is not comparable to that of carnage, so he doesn't even feel the tiny world, and all he knows at this moment is that some of the only soul power in the body is rapidly flowing out of the body, dissipating.

The same goes for Gao Yanan next to him… not only for all around him, but also for those practitioners and purgatory mountain clerics in the distance who are still fighting in the Yun Qin army.

A shocking cry rang from afar and farther away.

Of all these people, only the white swordsman is fairly calm.

Because he's seen such black.