Immortal Devil Transformation

The sight of 300,000 armies surrounding a city from all directions, just imagining it, is shocking and full of true epic feelings.

For anyone who has personally experienced the Battle of the Starling Mausoleum that year, many of the scenes in the war are deeply rooted images that will never be destroyed.

Tang Chuqing was also in such an epic battle at that time, but he was still very young. Most of the time, he was just helping to take care of the wounded and carry armaments such as arrows. He was not always on the front line of the battle, so he saw far less shocking images than the white swordsman.

Nor has he seen such black.

However, the white swordsman's teacher, during the fall of the Star Mahal War, also like the white swordsman of these two days, wanted to make his disciples see more things and learn more things, so the white swordsman was as young as Tang Chuqing during the fall of the Star Mahal War, but most of the time, he was at the forefront of the battlefield with his teacher.

He has seen the hands of many powerful Yunqin practitioners following Dean Zhang... In that war, because the number of ordinary sergeants on the Yunqin side is too small, and the number of powerful practitioners following Dean Zhang is too large, so the protagonists on the battlefield are always those who are strong enough to be inhuman Yunqin practitioners.

From the start of the Yun Qin practitioners, from the many images of the war, the white swordsman also gained a lot of inspiration to achieve such achievements today.

And it's in one of those images, and he's seen this kind of black.

It was in such darkness in the fierce sun at that time that it was instantly transformed into billions of black particles that heavily armored the 2,000 souls of the country and dozens of powerful practitioners, many of whom were saints, and the power of their bodies was instantly melting like ice and snow.

Two thousand soul soldiers who had lost their soul support fell down at high speeds, like a piece of scrap iron, and the dozens of strong men enough to make the vast majority of practitioners in the world look up to died in the crushing and collision of steel, just like ordinary people.

This is one of the most shocking images in his mind.

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Following his own teacher, the white swordsman witnessed with his own eyes how fierce the army of the land of South Moore was on that day, and how the landscape of the starling mausoleum fell, and witnessed with his own eyes the entire process of the dominance of the army of the land of South Moore, losing the festivities, eventually getting cold and falling into the inevitable defeat. At that time his teacher and the strongest practitioners of the same era in the land of South Mozambique did not know whether such a piece of black enough to plunge the minds of all enemies into the deepest darkness was a drug, or a soldier of the soul, the only thing that could be ascertained was certainly not that any craftsman in the world could make it, surely it was a legacy from some unknown place, like Big Black.

After using such a thing to kill one of the most important and powerful forces of the then South Korean Army, there are many more critical moments throughout the falling star mausoleum.

In those moments, some practitioners who followed Dean Zhang, friends of Dean Zhang, even the hard-boiled, filled some gaps in the walls with their own flesh, until they exhausted the last trace of soul power, ran out of the last blood in their bodies, and fell down with countless wounds.

But many of these most critical moments of the death of Dean Zhang's friends did not reappear this deepest black, so for the then great reckless practitioner of South Moore, there was only one such thing, which had been depleted, and there was no such thing in the world.

Yet here in Dongjingming, he saw the deepest darkness.

Let all practitioners fall instantly from the clouds into the black of ordinary people.

At this moment, this white-shirted swordsman, whose residual soul dissipates, sees his destiny as if he had truly seen his destiny, his previous life and his present life, as if he had returned to the star mausoleum of the day.

His heart was slightly bitter.

He knew that then Dean Zhang certainly did not have such a thing anymore, he did, and he would definitely have used it at that time... It must have been the later Qingyuan College. In the long years after the establishment of Yunqin State, he found another such thing.

And Qingyu College is not too big, too much attention to the ability of God.

Qingyu College also always put its strongest strength on Lin Xie.

So Dong Jingling is the most powerful city in the war.

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From the sacred steps beyond this time, to the slaughter of all the flames and glows that were directly struck down, the colour of the face cannot be described in words.

He was sluggish and his forward body almost stood unstable and fell directly to the ground.

Lin Xi was also very shocked.

The first feeling of this change made him feel instantly obsolete.

But he also quickly saw the tiny figure standing at the top of the riverside gazebo in a black robe, and he knew that this was his own person, and he paused a little and no longer panicked completely.

Then he quickly perceived that his body had no changes other than the dissipation of soul power, and he understood that such a thing could only destroy the soul power accumulated in the body by all practitioners within the confines of the enclosure, like the instantaneous emptying of a pond of water, but did not damage the pond itself… so it just consumed the soul power, not the abolition of repair, as long as there was time to meditate to practice, the soul power could also accumulate slowly.

This definitive perception makes him feel more calm and calm.

Shen Slaughter stood steady, his body trembled violently, his face twisted to reveal profound wrinkles, and he finally understood what had happened and thought of a record in the Purgatory Mountain Book.

“Something like this… Qingxian College actually has more. ”

He muttered to himself, saying:

“You have a good plan, I've had wall ladders. You have mad dogs in Purgatory Hill, and we at Green Hill College, of course, will have good things.” Lin Xi thought of the strength of this thing, said with emotion, and suddenly felt that it was pointless to say this to Shen Tu, and muttered to himself: “But you don't understand the dark of night during the day, and you don't understand what you say. ”

It is true that Shen Tu Ming does not understand the dark of night during the day. Of course, he cannot know what is a good plan and what is a wall ladder. But when Lin Xie heard this strong mockery, he was like a completely numb serf who had already been tortured in Purgatory Mountain, he had no anger at all.

He just raised his head and looked at Lin Xi, "So what? Even if you have no soul power, I am still the body of a saint, and my strength is still stronger than yours. ”

Lin Xi pulled out his sword with his reverse hand, in an unknown tone, with a hint of hidden sadness, and looked at Shen Jiaoming, "You can try it. ”

Shen slaughtered his body slightly.

At this time, looking at Lin Xie's face, he even began to doubt the world.

Lin Xi's calm and slightly sad face makes people feel powerful and confident.

So even if the sanctimonious saint who has no soul power is definitely much stronger than the one who has no soul power, and Shin Tu has practiced longer and experienced more battles, no one wants to help him forward, just watch him lift his sword and face Shin Tu Thou alone.

Shen took a deep breath of slaughter, at which point he forced himself to put all his emotions out of his mind and cast all his suspicions about the world out of his mind. He bent over and picked up a piece of silver and white metal hollow tube to break.

This was the earliest used by Chu Nightingale, after the destruction of the weapon of the White Swordsman's Flying Sword, but you can also kill people if you stab them in the body.

Shen Tu Ming began a small step of running, his movements were still fast, an air exploded, his silver white hollow tube suddenly untied, flying straight to Lin Xie's neck, meanwhile, his body straightened, one foot, kicked towards Lin Xie's abdomen.

At this moment, falsehood changes.

With his strength, he can also kick Lin Xie badly injured or at least lose his power directly.

However, Lin Xie had already begun to turn around when the hollow tube in his hand broke off.

So the image of this moment, every move that Shen slaughtered seemed to be cooperating with Lin Xie.

Lin Xi turned around and sank the sword down.

The silver-white hollow tube, whirring in the air, swept through his neck, and Shin slaughtered his knee, hitting Lin Xi's sword himself.

So Shen slaughtered this foot and kicked it out, and his whole calf broke off.

Lin Xi's body slipped past Shen Tu Ming's body.

His movements did not appear rapid in everyone's eyes, but some parts of his body were suddenly detached from his body, and he was unable to maintain a balance at this time, so his body was pouring. Lin Xi had no courtesy. At the same time as Shen Tu Xiao's punch came out, but his body appeared strange due to the loss of balance and there was no threat, his sword was lifted again, and Shen Tu Xiao's arm was easily cut off.

He stood behind Shen Tu Ming.

Lost an arm and a calf to slaughter and fell behind him.

Shen Tu Ming's body is numb.

He didn't even feel pain when he fell to the ground.

He just felt that the world was too unreasonable.

“Do I really not understand? Or is this just a nightmare? ”

He coughed, exhausting his last strength, and slammed his head hard against the wet slate surface.

The thick, warm blood sprinkled out of his ruptured head.

“You're wrong, you're wrong. ”

Lin Xi hasn't turned back yet, but by the sound, he knew what had happened, so he said this in his heart, slowly turning around.

In his gaze, like the darkest streets of Dongjingming painting, there was a lot of blood in the air.

This world, everything is real.

Because many Yunqin people shed blood in it, it was more real than ever.

“It's not unreasonable, it's just something you don't understand. ”

He spoke softly in his heart.

The white swordsman looked at Lin Xi. No one knew what he understood and understood at this moment. He did not make any sound, but smiled silently and bowed forward.

His palms clamped, his sword erected, pierced his heart and penetrated from behind him.