Immortal Devil Transformation

“Almost. ”

Because the city has been fighting for a long time, from the beginning, I felt that the city was no longer as wonderful as the first decade of Yun Qin's statehood. I have met too many wonderful practitioners. At this moment, Ni He year has reached the extreme point of exhaustion. His voice, appeared to be a little empty.

However, listening to him, Wen Xuan Hu's heart suddenly got cold. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he always felt terrible about what was going to happen.

Elder Purgatory Mountain is dead.

Although Ni He Nian is an invincible saint in this city, he is not a true fairy after all, and cannot fight anymore.

City Gate Guards betrayed.

Dietrichson betrayed him.

Cold Town South betrayed.

Those who should betray, those who should not betray, betray.

However, he did so only through the momentum of these people, when everything was still under his control, and he was still in the vanguard.

And what else in this city can stop him from destroying the Elder Sun and climbing this Mount True Dragon?

He looked up at Mount True Dragon.

If there is anything else that can stop him at this point, it must only come from Mount True Dragon.

In the deep dark palaces of Mount True Dragon, which he could not see, a heavy curtain suddenly floated, and countless rays of light fell like running water on these thick curtains.

……

The fiercely fought palace suddenly calmed down.

Not because the world can't see at all, but because of a bright yellow figure, from the foot of Mount Jinlong, along the central axis of the palace, slowly walking.

All Thunder Academy practitioners and Zhongzhou Wei, who saw this figure, all unwittingly retreated from each other and began to lay down their blades.

Not only because of the undiminished dignity that emanated from this person at this time, but also because of the fact that he was able to understand the unrest and the killings completely.

The only person who can achieve this effect at this time is naturally the Emperor Yun Qin.

Wen Xuanju's tightly locked eyebrows loosened.

Looking at Emperor Yunqin slowly walking on the straight Mid-Axis Avenue of the Imperial City, he knew that whatever was going to happen next, this was already the final showdown, and he loved the feeling of such a showdown.

He turned his head and glanced at the white clerk.

The white wizard looked at him and nodded, removing a purple-red pillar from his sleeve, without any symbol, but with countless tiny holes.

A bit of soul power is soaked into this foot-long stone column by the White Shirt Man's hand.

A tiny, purple-red insect, like a mosquito, but not a mosquito, flew out of the hole in this stone column in his hand.

The magenta bugs are so numerous that, in the distance, the stone column seems to be spreading a tiny little magenta cigarette for a while.

These little bugs are delighted to smell countless fresh blood.

So they grew greedy, fell into those bloodbaths, began to suck blood, mate, expel countless tinier white bug eggs, and then died.

White worm eggs hatch and become more violet red bugs, and then more violet red bugs begin to repeat the process.

Eating, mating, spawning, and reproducing offspring are by themselves the most common means of habitat reproduction between heaven and earth, yet all this is too fast.

Quickly makes people feel terrible and creepy.

This process, just between two or three breaths, completes a cycle.

It's like before you blink, it's dawn, but after you blink, you realize it's already night.

A tiny little purple-red smoke quickly turned into a pillar of smoke and a flurry of purple-red mist.

Although Wen Xuan Hu and the Baiwen Man have not taken any further action at this moment, nor has the worm ever appeared in a battle, nor even in the practitioner's book. Except for Wen Xuan Hu and the Baiwen Man, no one knows exactly what the worm is for or what it is powerful about. However, all the Chinese army and the practitioners of Thunder Academy feel shocked and horrified.

They know that this is surely Wen Xuan Hu's most powerful means and the most powerful means for dueling.

Emperor Yunqin is still walking slowly on the Mid-Axis Avenue of the Imperial City, where nine black gold carriages can be paralleled.

He crossed the ruined Golden Palace and stood in front of it.

He also saw these little bugs die as if they had concentrated time, yet in his eyes there was nothing but hegemony, strength, confidence, majesty, fanaticism, or even desire… without fear.

These are the fanatics associated with strength, making his whole face and eyes glow with some shapes.

At this time, in the face of the emperor in charge of Yunqin, Wen Xuanju wanted to say something.

And in the face of daring to challenge his Wen Xuan Hub, or other enemies who did not appear in the Imperial City, Emperor Yun Qin also wanted to say something.

As a result, Emperor Yunqin first waved at Nihe Year, indicating that Nihe Year had left.

The weary year of the crane drifts away and vanishes between the ruined palaces.

“If it wasn't for Dean Zhang, who walked into Zhongzhou City, you'd be just a normal person.” Wen Xuanxun first spoke, and he grinned: "This throne was given to you by Heaven and Yun Qin, but you thought it was yours. ”

“You're wrong. ”

Emperor Yun Qin was not angry, but with many fierce emotions related to strength, he looked at Wen Xuanxun, “I have never been a normal person, just an ant like you, I don't know. ”

Wen Xuanxun's eyes narrowed slightly.

But when he called out, Emperor Yunqin had already said proudly: “Qingyu College has been teaching people to fear, today... I will lend you to sacrifice the heavens to let the world know what true awe is. ”

“This is the true Yun Qin Qiu Festival.” He said with fanaticism and majesty slowly.

His body began to glow.

Begin to shine a true light.

Countless golden laces, gushing out of his skin.

Everyone's breathing has stopped.

Both Wen Xuan Hu and the White Shirt Cleric's breathing has also stopped.

He even squinted his eyes and walked quietly in the Imperial City, thinking about a previous battle. If he realized Nihe year, his breathing would also stop completely.

Ni Crane's eyes were becoming increasingly obsolete, and he could only see five feet or something in front of him.

At this moment, however, he still raised his head forcefully and looked in the direction of Mount True Dragon.

The emperor's body is emitting thunder.

Shinryu Mountain also began to glow.

In that dark palace, the heavy curtain had been lit by the light inside as if it had burned, and this heavy curtain, as if it were a flowing curtain.

The symbols on the metallic ground in these palaces of Mount Jinlong also began to shine, like a golden yellow solution flowing inside.

Heavy metal plates in the curtain began to rise.

It turns out that this is not a giant plate embedded on the ground, but a giant metal column.

…….

The sky on the top of Mount True Dragon leaves only a golden colour.

It's like the sky opens a huge passage, falling countless golden lights, covering the whole of Mount True Dragon.

This is what everyone in Central State sees.

All those who dared to close their doors at home began to open them and walk down the street. All the city gate guards, the Zhongzhou army in Zhongzhou City and the Patrol Army, forgot their orders and stopped and looked at the scene with horror.

The whole Mount True Dragon is glowing and bathed in golden light.

The light on Mount Jinlong forms a huge column of light, and it looks like the sky has opened a passage, and a true god is coming in this light.

Endless fear occupies the heart of a treacherous army.

Is it true that there are dragons on Mount Dragon, just like the legend has it?

Wen Xuanxun also watched Zhenlong Mountain turn into an unimaginable golden light column.

The calmest white wizard ever felt terrified and he blew a bamboo flute in his hand.

The flute whimpered, a cluster of purple-red mists, forming a hurricane, as his heart poured to the lightning Emperor Yunqin.

A loud bang!

A thunder rang from the sky!

Shocked the hearts and minds of all the people in Central State City!

No one saw the coming of the gods, no one saw the legendary dragon.

Only a golden lightning bolt fell from the sky and fell in front of the emperor, blowing up dozens of bodies, shaking up the mud in those gaps on the avenue and turning it into a blooming mist.

Emperor Yunqin looked up to heaven.

Millions of people in Zhongzhou City look up to the sky.

The sky above the palace, countless white clouds have become bright and golden thunder clouds.

At the edge of the thundercloud, the golden lightning began to flow, even at the center of the white cloud, spraying a golden thunderbolt.

Ni Henian couldn't see all of this.

He just felt horrible metaphorical fluctuations.

As in the sky above the Imperial City, countless saints gather.

There are countless after one.

Countless golden lightning bolts fell like rain.

……

Wen Xuanxun and all the Yun Qin rebellion beside him and behind him, all the powerful practitioners, all cold, then began to tremble, like a snowman, constantly shaking the snowflake on his body.

In the thunder, Emperor Yun Qin looked at Wen Xuan Hu indifferently, and then he began to march along the rebel army in front of him.

In his eyes, there was even some gratifying gaze.

Wen Xuanxun understood what he meant, and his brain became blank.

Countless screams of crying, begging for forgiveness, and fear have sounded.

A golden bolt of lightning struck the world of the rebels on the Emperor Yunqin and the Middle Axis, like the divine whip of countless days of punishment, smashing a corpse into pieces… and a screaming man named Fear into pieces.

A purple-red hurricane was beaten to dust by countless lightning bolts.

Emperor Yunqin walked in the countless lightning columns, walked in this lightning storm, the white shirt literary man saw the gold lightning columns that fell on Emperor Yunqin, just like a huge shower of rain, flowing down his body.

A large lightning bolt fell on the White Shirt Man.

His body flew out and cracked open.