Immortal Devil Transformation

Nihe Years is still thinking when the gleaming golden yellow flashes are scattered.

The thick black smoke formed the skull and the golden yellow lightning, like two different heavens and earth.

He's like a cocoon that's really been wiped out, with a hint of energy, like being pulled out of him by invisible little black hands, and then turned into the power of these innumerable little black hands.

The black skull was shaking, that smile.

I crane year thinking.

In his perception, the myriad black smokes outside him were myriad lines, and his town was locked in the heavens and the earth.

The origin of these lines lies in the hands of the elders of Purgatory Mountain.

This makes him like a fish in a net cage in the hands of Elder Purgatory Mountain.

Fish can't outrun fishermen, so he's a loser by now.

But somehow, somehow, somehow, he always felt that something was wrong… he always felt that he could defeat the Elder of Purgatory Mountain by finding out what the problem was.

This intuition, for a practitioner of his rank, often means that it is true.

He thought calmly, just as the golden yellow light spread into his sight, and the bright light appeared in his eyes that he could no longer see clearly, there was also a bright light in his mind.

He figured out what the problem was.

So he raised his head, and he's still the most invincible practitioner in Central State City.

He did nothing and slowly retracted his outstretched hand, just quietly letting the black smoke outside draw away his energy.

It's like waiting to die.

Yet the elders of Purgatory Mountain made a low roar, spraying black smoke and black flames like volcanic eruptions.

Originally, he was just sitting there waiting for Nihe year, roaring, waving the scepter in his hand, rushing towards Nihe year.

His expanding black smoke and flame made him feel like a growing giant.

Yet he had no legs, waving his scepter, roaring and running, and it looked ridiculous.

……

The tidal golden yellow thunder expands from the outside to slowly fading away.

Cold Town South first fell out of the converging thunder.

There were no marks on his body, yet his hands were shaking constantly.

For a powerful saint-class archer, he can't even hold the bow and arrow in his hand, which means he can't fight at all.

So he kept falling back, crashing into several carriages, and he kept falling back into Zhongzhou City outside the palace.

Thunderlight continued to converge, then revealed Wen Xuanxun's figure.

Desperate for some of the practitioners of Thunder Academy in the distance, Wen Xuan stood steadily in the wreckage of a shattered cabin.

The pale blood flowing out of his ears seemed to draw two symbols on his cheeks. His real dragon coat shined bright light in the sun, as if countless dragons wandered on him, making the former Yunqin first power minister appear more ruthless and powerful.

The light flying sword of the Shadow Master is still wrapped around the soft flying sword, like a pair of obsessed men and women, grinding violently, grinding out a bunch of sparks.

At this time, the shadow saint's eyes, hidden in the shadow above a beam in the Golden Palace, are all shocking lights.

Wen Xuanxun reached out his hand steadily.

The little purple sand metal hand in his left hand struck the Shadow Master's light flying sword with precision.

The thin flying sword cracked and turned into dozens of flowing lights in the autumn days of Yun Qin.

“Pfft!”

The shadow saint sprayed a breath of blood in his mouth, staining the red beam with fine textures.

White Shirt Vincent stands well in the autumn light.

Wen Xuanju also stood cold and powerful in the autumn light.

……

The heavens and the earth seemed quiet, and only the roaring Elder of Purgatory Mountain had no legs, but was still running toward Nihe Year.

“I had been thinking about what the problem was before I finally figured it out. ”

Ni Henian still does nothing, just a faint sound, like a lesson to a younger generation: “If you have the strength to kill me, then the Purgatory Mountain Teacher will kill Li Biao, you don't need to smell the moon at all. ”

“Yet your superficial strength is so powerful that I can't even resist it. ”

“There's only one possibility that you're too old to last… you look like a mighty giant, yet you're actually just a rotten bone. ”

Purgatory Mountain Elder is still growling.

His black smoke and flames were still expanding, so thick that no one could even see him inside, only that there was an incredibly huge demon expanding.

Yet when he heard that Nihe year was already a rotten corpse, he had a proud and dignified face with a frightened expression, like the look of the day when he faced the Purgatory Mountain Palace.

He knew that Nihe year was strong, but did not expect Nihe year to be so strong.

He growled and ran to Nihe year, waving the scepter in his hand, like a barbarian who didn't know how to practice fighting, with a bone and smashing it against each other's head, just like that, smashing it towards Nihe year.

The black flame behind him was a loud bang, all sucked up in front of him, forming a black column of fire.

The black scepter carries a giant fire column and hits Ni Crane Year.

Purgatory Mountain Elders still have high hopes.

The year of the Ni crane suddenly had a hint of unspeakable pride.

At this moment, the palace door collapsed, through the open palace door, he could see Zhongzhou City further away, look at the castle bathed in the autumn light, he just thought, whatever he did was right or wrong, but it was his path that allowed him to take such a step to be able to defend the city.

Those who had not dared to enter the city decades ago, by themselves, would still not be able to flourish in the city.

With such pride, he stretched out his hands in vain.

Just like the moon hammer in Jongcheng, a pound of power is generated between his arms.

It's just that this power didn't turn into that violent moon, it just turned into a soft temper.

Like a leather ball, blocking between him and the Elder of Purgatory Mountain.

The black scepter holding the giant pillar of fire fell, just tossing him back high and popping.

“Ni Henian, do you really think you are the strongest in this city?! ”

The Elder of Purgatory Mountain roared loudly, confident in his words, yet even his own voice felt uncomfortable.

He suddenly tried to escape.

Yet there is nowhere to run.

Then he thought that if he fled weakly in such an adversary, like a coward, he would probably end up a hundred times more miserable than dead.

So his body was slightly stiff.

Ni crane year's body landed.

Then he sensed that the power on the Elder of Purgatory Mountain had begun to fade, so his toes gently, like a real crane, flew up and instantly floated back to the Elder of Purgatory Mountain.

The elders of Purgatory Mountain roared in fear.

Again, he waved his scepter and smashed it into Nihe year.

Two white jade-like fingers of Ni Crane year fell on his scepter.

Finger tip microfocal.

Two faint energies followed the token of the scepter and rushed into the body of the Elder of Purgatory Mountain.

The Elder of Purgatory Mountain screamed in horror, and his blood began to split and crumble.

Everyone can see that he and Niehu's victory have been divided, yet his heart is still filled with discontent.

The blood on his arm poured out.

Weird silver and white blood clotted on his arm and even spread rapidly onto him.

His whole life is like silver and white metal.

“Knock it off!” One sound.

His scepter fell out of his hand and his tight silver and white fist smashed Nihe's two fingers.

A dull force followed this arm of the year into the body of the year.

Nihe year's face was sharp.

With a low drink, he took another step forward, his left hand slamming hard on the chest of the Elder of Purgatory Mountain again.

Elder Purgatory Mountain's chest was pierced by his fingers.

Silver mercury's heavy bloodshed seemed to solidify Ni's hand.

However, before this silver white blood could clot, Ni Hao's two sword-like fingers had gone deep again, puncturing his severely contracted heart.

Powerful power pierced the heart of the Elder of Purgatory Mountain and struck him hard in the back, a silver-white blood like a sword, carrying many pieces of guts and bones, sprayed from behind the Elder of Purgatory Mountain like a fountain.

Ni Xiaonian squeezed his eyes and retracted his hands.

Silver white blood also appeared in the mouth of the Elder of Purgatory Mountain.

The more blood he had, the more skin and flesh he had on him, but the more weathered he was.

A strand of black smoke and flame began to wash blood out of him.

Soon, all the flesh and blood on the Elder of Purgatory Mountain disappeared and turned into flying ash.

The Purgatory Mountain Elder really turned into a dead bone, snapped and scattered all over the ground.

All Yun Qin who saw this scene felt trembling.

The holy master of Zhongzhou City, faced with the mysterious existence of the unknown, won the first battle.

It's just that all of us have seen Ni Henian start coughing lightly, coughing blood constantly.

Even ordinary practitioners have seen that it is no longer possible for him to defeat the White Shirt Man next to Wen Xuan Hub and Wen Xuan Hub.

“Ni Da Dedication, that's enough. ”

Wen Xuanxun bowed to him slightly and said seriously: “The great offering is wholeheartedly directed, there is no need to die with the unconscious king. ”

Much of the soul power in Nihe's body has flowed out of the body, and after so many battles, his body has been exhausted.

At this moment, however, he just shook his head, looked at Mount True Dragon, and said softly in a strange tone: “Almost. ”