Immortal Devil Transformation

People in Zhongzhou City looked at the sky like dementia.

They've never seen anything like this in their entire lives, even in their imagination.

A golden lightning bolder than an arm, falling from the sky and impinging on the palace.

In the sky above the palace, dense numbness, all this lightning.

Many Yun Qin officials who stayed in their yards awaiting the final result stood in shock, expressing their awe and obedience.

No cultivator can possess such a powerful power.

So this is Tianwei, this is the punishment laid down by the Emperor Heavenly Kingdom, punishing those who dare to disobey the Heavenly Son.

……

Lightning is like a pillar, like a giant stick where the gods are constantly waving divine punishment, smashing it down.

A Zhongzhou guardian shouted in horror and tried to escape the palace, but he saw all the lightning striking the ground in the surrounding field of vision.

Then he saw a giant thunder pole and landed over his head.

His body was crushed to the ground by this lightning bolt, which struck a splash of limb.

Emperor Yunqin walked by him callously and majestically, walking by his shattered remains. He was like a god who came out of the kingdom of God, punishing a world who dared to disrespect him.

Wen Xuan Hui woke up.

No thunder just happened to fall on him.

When the White Shirt Vincent was struck by lightning, he woke up when he died.

He figured something out.

“So this is your grandson's turtle shell! ”

He yelled furiously.

And then he saw the emperor walking in the lightning, and he saw the golden thunderbolt striking the emperor, and it was spreading like running water.

The anger and fear on his face turned into a slight agitation.

He also began to glow and began to flow golden lightning.

He saw the golden thunderbolts isolated by the golden thunderbolts flowing from the emperor, and the power of terror became as gentle as water.

He also emits golden lightning.

Because he has a true dragon coat made of the world's unique and myriad true dragon gems.

His whole body was filled with golden thunder.

Then he hesitated and rushed over towards the golden lightning that fell in front.

The sky struck him with a thunderbolt.

The excitement on his face instantly stiffened on his face.

This thunderbolt did not turn into a gentle waterfall, as he had imagined and hoped, but rather as a giant pillar of the engine.

“Boom!” A blast.

Two thunder flashes exploded.

Wen Xuan's pivot fell out.

There were many radioactive cracks in his True Dragon coat.

A real dragon gem, more golden than pure gold, was thrown off his real dragon coat like a broken pearl.

Emperor Yun Qin is not far from Wen Xuan Hub. He looked at Wen Xuan Hub with a despicable and pathetic look in front of him and said sarcastically: “Idiot... do you think all the thunder in the world is the same? If it's all the same, then why is my eldest grandson in charge? ”

Between the words, he decided to humiliate Wen Xuanhui more.

So he reached out and put his hand into the lightning that fell in front of him.

His hand went through the lightning.

This terrible thunder of lightning runs down his arms like water.

Wen Xuanxun's eyes turned red, and he roared madly. He rose up again and rushed towards the Emperor Yunqin.

Yet he only took a step and another thunder fell over his head.

Wen Xuan Hui made an awesome sound of drinking.

Countless real dragon gems splashed out of him, and his body fell in this thunder.

This true Autumn Festival of Yunqin is over.

Because in the eyes of countless Chinese people who see a scene like this today, it is the will of heaven, and heaven is always helping the Holy Son.

Yet the golden lightning pole continues to fall.

A lot of Zhongzhou guards who want this to end can't wait for the results they want.

Many have knelt down and bowed, yet golden lightning has fallen on them.

Emperor Yunqin stood on the median axis avenue of the Imperial City and watched this ongoing massacre.

……

Xu Proverbs watched the lightning storm outside the heavenly prison falling in the rebels where Wen Xuan Hu was located.

He was also shocked, yet there were not many accidents in his heart.

From that thunderous columns falling from the sky stirred up heavenly and earthly energy, he could be sure that even a saint like the one who smelled the moon could never come out of such thunderbolts.

So Wen Xuanxun died.

So he made the right choice.

His mouth began to smile with a hint of shade, because he thought that the secret, the whole of Yunqin, was all he knew.

Dixie Fei also stood on a wall and watched as the strip continued to rush out of the void, hitting the ground hard with golden lightning.

He was the only one in the whole of Central State who was neither shocked nor surprised and had an unusually calm heart.

Because he already knew the secret of Mount True Dragon, and precisely because of this secret, he sent several saints of Wen Xuan Hub to die, and the seven city gate buildings here would fall.

He knew Wen Xuanxun would not survive.

He's got some exclamation, some pity.

Because Wen Xuanxun is indeed a true hero.

However, he felt that even if he told Wen Xuan Hui this secret of Zhenlong Mountain, Wen Xuan Hui did not necessarily have a solution to decipher it in this city guarded by Ni He Nian Town, so for him, the best interest, naturally, was to sacrifice Wen Xuan Hui, the hero.

Many of the elderly are now dead in this male city illuminated by thunder.

So the city is already full of opportunities, and it's already a stage for young people like him.

Thunder is high, thick and bright.

People can see it a long way outside of Zhongzhou City.

Wen Xuanyu, who was in a regular carriage on a trail outside the city, also saw the thundersea sparkling in the sky.

He can see that's the direction of Mount True Dragon.

He doesn't know how this happened, but he knows what such a thunderstorm means.

So his hands grabbed the thin carpet that was covered in him and began to cry in a closed carriage.

……

The thunder finally suddenly disappeared after a few stops.

In those dark palaces on Mount Jinlong, the drifting curtains of heaviness recovered as bleak as a railway curtain.

Emperor Yunqin walked out of the ruined palace gate and was facing the city.

All the practitioners still alive in the palace and Sergeant Zhongzhou all knelt down.

Many of the people of Zhongzhou who gazed at the palace and saw him faintly also knelt down.

Long live Your Majesty! Long live! ”

A voice like this rang in the middle of Central State City and spread.

Emperor Yunqin breathed the bloody air, he heard unprecedented awe in the voice, he thought it was a good feeling.

Stuck outside by the walls of Zhongzhou City, he was waiting for the Zhongzhou Guard Army, ready to attack the city. A famous sergeant dropped the blade in his hand and knelt on the ground.

“Whose world is this? ”

“This is the kingdom of the eldest grandson! ”

Emperor Yunqin muttered to himself in front of the palace.

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