Immortal Devil Transformation

At an alley in Dongjingling, a young priest apprentice of Yunqin looked up at the sky.

His white priestly robe has become filthy, but after the battle of Dongjingling, he saw many Yunqin soldiers in the last two days of battle, but this young Yunqin priest apprentice seems to have undergone some kind of washing, his divine face is more firm, in the light of the sun, he just seems to have some kind of real glow.

It's just a little confusion in his eyes right now.

Because, according to the signs of the previous days, there will be light rain today.

Today, however, at dawn, the rain has stopped and the sun is shining.

……

“You're really beautiful. ”

In a small courtyard with no view, Nightingale looked at Qin Xieyun and exclaimed.

Qin Xieyue knew she was beautiful, even after the Great War she looked very tired and tired.

But in this war, the deaths and injuries of the Yunqin soldiers made her not want to think about this question at all. She was just somewhat discouraged: “Beauty is of no use, and we cannot kill two more enemies. ”

Nightingale laughed.

Smiled deeper and denser wrinkles on her face.

“You don't think beauty is a capital, but a lot of people think beauty is a capital. At least a beautiful girl like you, who's still on the battlefield, I've never seen in my life.” She smiled and looked at Qin Xieyue. "I was also beautiful when I was your age. ”

Qin Xieyue did not understand why Nightingale said such words. Her mood was somewhat depressed. She turned her head and looked at the wrinkled old woman. Then she quickly saw something. Her beautiful eyelashes began to tremble and her delicate lips began to tremble lightly.

“After I died, the Zhongzhou Chengjiang family disappeared. But the sound of the earthquake, I want to pass it on. ”

Nightingale glanced at Qin Xie Yue's exquisite and beautiful face and looked at the bell on her wrist like a small flower. "I really like you, girl. ”

Qin Xie Yue had never seen the nightingale before. The story about her was just that she heard of Zhongzhou City and saved Zhongcheng.

However, at this moment, looking into the eyes of the nightingale, she knew that the saint from Willow Lane was about to leave the world, but she was deeply saddened.

“Jiang's method of sound earthquake has something in common with this soldier given to you by Qingyu College. You have to understand that any powerful practice is based on some of the people before you and goes further. If I had a soul soldier like you 30 years early, I might be able to understand a lot of things, and I wouldn't necessarily be able to kill Niehu in Zhongzhou City.” Nightingale slowly reached out her hand and passed a piece of fish-shaped jade filled with many small words into the hands of Qin Xieyue, "Now things like this can only be done by you. ”

The jade is very gentle and light.

Qin Xieyue held this jade tightly in his hand.

Looking at Qin Xieyue's strength and calmness, he let go of the last thing in his mind Nightingale smiled more satisfied and then coughed.

With each cough, she seemed to have an extra wrinkle on her face.

These wrinkles seem to obscure her gaze.

Her eyes dimmed in the cough, and she aged in this small courtyard and left the world.

Qin Xieyue was indeed a very strong girl, but watching the old woman leave the world with a smile and calm in her face, she couldn't help but slip a drop of tear balls from her eyes, like Lin Eve that day.

She could tell from the eyes of the nightingale that the nightingale looked at her and wanted to see herself when she was younger.

She also felt that the nightingale and her body had a lot of similar things.

It's just that the nightingale didn't come from a good place, so until then, the nightingale had just said she liked the girl and didn't say anything else.

How did a woman born of the wind and dust end up being a saint… what was her wonderful story? What's the problem between her and Jiang Yan Wei? Why did she end up hiding in the kangaroo?

All of these stories, with her passing, are no longer known to anyone.

……

Falling into the starry mausoleum, Shenmu Fei Crane, who landed on the head of the city, awaits the arrival of Gu Yunjing and other military generals.

Gao Yanan's shoulder was heavy.

She saw that Lin Xie was asleep against her shoulder.

The bright sun shined on his face and he slept very sweetly, like a child.

There are a lot of Yun Qin soldiers around.

She was a little shy, but thinking about what had happened in Dongjing Mausoleum, thinking about what she and Lin Xi and Jiang Jiaoyi had said at that time, she calmed down, yet let her body be closer to Lin Xi, making Lin Xi sleep more comfortable.

Gu Yunjing and some military generals came to Lin Xie and Gao Yanan.

Seeing Lin Xie asleep, the old general made a gesture and did not wake up, apparently tired to the extreme point of Lin Xie, which directly caused him to set up a camping tent outside this Shenmu flying crane.

Many Yunqin soldiers fell asleep as deep as Lin Yi at the moment of sitting or lying down.

All corners of the city make this fluttering snoring sound.

Many of the soldiers who had previously taken turns succeeded them, all light-handed and unable to awaken this tired and sleepy city.

In this tumbling snoring, one of the most heavily guarded warehouses in the falling star mausoleum opened quietly.

The one who guards this warehouse is the most powerful Black Flag Army in the Dragonsnake Side Army.

Even in the most urgent moments of the previous battle to fall into the star mausoleum, this Black Flag Army was always stationed here and no one left.

Inside this warehouse, stacked, is just a large, uninflated raft.

Just as this warehouse in the falling star mausoleum opened, a carriage returned to Zhongzhou City with a motto.

After walking out of the carriage, the young man who had returned to Central State City found that many things had changed.

He found that some places had become ruins, and that some of the rice in the ruins had even sprouted and had grown elongated in the ruins.

He found that some people had not returned to Central State.

……

……

Almost there.

A bunch of vultures circled on the north shore of Falling Lake.

The sniffer moon has changed into ordinary clothes, right beneath this massive swarm of vultures covering the sun.

In front of him stood a Purgatory Mountain Cleric.

The Purgatory Mountain Cleric is as young as the Purgatory Mountain Cleric who was killed by him in Qianxia Mountain, and almost repaired.

At this moment, however, the Purgatory Mountain Cleric was more arrogant than the Purgatory Mountain Cleric at the time, without any fear in front of the smell of the moon, but with a slight disdain.

Even if he knew the smell of a human moon at this time, he would still have the ability to kill him.

Of course he's not blind and arrogant, he's got a brain problem.

He was so arrogant and full of majesty before the smell of the moon because he represented the mountain of purgatory and the mountain of purgatory.

He was appointed by the Purgatory Mountain Teacher to replace the Purgatory Mountain Teacher in making certain judgments and decisions.

“Brother Shen Tu is dead... even the sword of Li Biao given to you by the palm teacher is destroyed in your hands. And your wounds are enough to make you grow and grow directly. From now on, your inner body is only likely to grow older and stronger. I'm afraid you'll find it difficult to cross the Grand Master's line in your life. I'd like to ask the chief teacher, General, how are you qualified to live in the face of such a failure, in the face of these difficult blames?” The skin on this face was slightly blue, just mastered the magic, cultivated into a young Purgatory Mountain disciple with only a master soul class, with a faint contempt, and looked at the smelling of the moon and asked.

If someone else were to change, I would be scared to explain a lot in the face of this kind of questioning, which represents the meaning of purgatory mountain teaching.

But the smell of the moon was just a calm first: “The more difficult the great saint, the more reassuring the teaching is. ”

The young Purgatory Mountain cleric frowned slightly, but was silent for a moment, "That's a reason, but I can't guarantee that's a good reason. Especially when you know you can't lose, but you still lose, your abilities and intentions are questioned. ”

Hearing that the moon was still calm, he looked at the Purgatory Mountain Cleric and said: "Any battle must be viewed with only acquired value before it is divided into final victories. The battle was defeated for me, but not necessarily for Purgatory Mountain. I will help the master to solve his most unscrupulous things. ”

The young Purgatory Mountain Cleric deeply frowned and his eyes flashed constantly, seemingly constantly thinking about what it meant to smell the human moon.

Soon, he seemed to understand that his face was no longer arrogant, but rather bowed to the smelling of the moon, politely saying: “In that case, I await the good news of the General. ”

Smell the moon look at the pale, slightly blue face of the young Purgatory Mountain cleric, look at the tall red crown on his head, the bottom of his eyes flowing through some of the pitiful, insect-like deities.

He didn't make a sound, just nodded.

In his heart, however, he said callously and sarcastically: “How can the majesty be any more than a dog without its own mind, through the skin of its master… even if it cannot touch the great saint, who can say that the saint must not kill the great saint? ”

Li Biao's sword has broken and disappeared into the world.

But he has had the sword for a long time.

And he's one of the strongest monk geniuses in the world.

Even a man like Nangong Miao may have advanced saints faster than him, but his knowledge of martial arts may be a long way from him.

So the look of Li Biao's sword has been deeply imprinted in his mind.

For him, the world's most important, the strongest, should be this sword imprinted in his head.

“Ten years. Wouldn't that be too long? ”

As I turned around and looked at the vultures circling into the sky, I smelled the moon asking myself indifferently, and I answered myself, “It's been too long… so I won't give you 10 years. ”