Immortal Devil Transformation

The golden phoenix disappeared into the sight of the people of Central State City.

In the bloody alley, those loyal to Diffrey surrounded Diffrey's body, grieving.

The thunderous horseshoes stopped and the whole of Central State became quiet.

Many practitioners in the city watched Lin Xie disappear in silence.

Practitioners in Zhongzhou City are naturally proud compared to practitioners elsewhere.

This pride comes from the fact that Zhongzhou City is the center of the whole of Yunqin, Zhongzhou City University, but it is not easy. It's much harder to stand in Central City than it is in other cities. This pride also stems from the strength of Zhongzhou City… For many years now, powerful saints of enemy nations, even the most powerful practitioners of unknown places like Purgatory Mountain, have never dared to step into Zhongzhou City.

After Dean Zhang, no one could kill the Quartet in Zhongzhou City and leave quietly.

Yet today, Lin Yue is nothing to enter or leave Zhongzhou City.

Plus the Elder of Purgatory Mountain who had previously appeared in Central State City, these practitioners in Central State City began to realize at this moment that Zhongzhou City was no longer the original Zhongzhou City, and they were also coolly thinking, for so many years, what has kept such a level of Elder of Purgatory Mountain from entering Zhongzhou City, is it a practitioner in Zhongzhou City or a practitioner in the Tiantian Mountains?

The countless powers of Zhongzhou City are also silenced.

Many of them also have a deep sense of remorse in their hearts at this moment.

All of them have gone through a period of youth frenzy, but lost it before they learned to cherish it, a mistake that is often made by people of all ages.

……

Emperor Yunqin, dressed in a golden dragon robe, was always looking at Zhongzhou City in front of him in Zhenlong Mountain's stateless hall.

The movement of the great army, the divine tree flying crane shaken by the power of the great black, has made him understand what happened.

It's just that he doesn't have any anger and loss on his face, but fanaticism and joy.

Because that's what he wants to see.

From this day on, his will, is the will of Yunqin as a whole, and he acts with no further concern.

“Dean Zhang, how many years have you been in Yunqin College? The world is full of royal land, the gift of kingdom... how many years has this existed?” With an unprecedented relaxation and a powerful cold smile on his face, "I would like to see how, for more than sixty years, you have been arguing with the people's hearts and minds for over a thousand years. ”

……

Big black reproduces Zhongzhou City, the last two black lights, and it brings half the night to Zhongzhou City.

Ni He year is one of the oldest people in Zhongzhou City. He was like a devout believer. In that year, he followed in the footsteps of President Zhang. He saw with his own eyes a duel in the city. Today, the true power of the great black reappears, and he is naturally watching.

He is the most promising person in Zhongzhou City to leave Lin Xi behind.

Yet he is also the most knowledgeable man in the city of Zhongzhou.

So whether he appeared or not, he thought, would make Lin Xi feel ahead of time, and he couldn't change the end result.

And most importantly, he is, like the Emperor, at the most glorious and pivotal moment of his life.

According to the understanding of powerful saints such as Jongcheng and He Baihao, in one of the most wonderful saint wars in the world, Niehu's body has suffered irreparable damage, which is no longer just a dark wound like a tree scar, it is just that there are more dead areas like a tree scar in the body, but a tree, which has truly shrunk to the point of constant depletion.

Yet there are only a few people in the world who can cross the sacrament and reach the great sacramental class, and there is a strong presence of the sacramental order, and there is only a vague concept of the sacramental order.

They did not expect that in addition to them, Niehu had encountered so many powerful people, including the elders of Purgatory Mountain.

This unprecedented battle of the strong left Nihe year with a severe injury to his body, but these battles also became an opportunity for Nihe year after year.

This time, the opportunity made Nihe year like a man standing in the dark waiting for dawn, has finally seen the sky.

In front of him at this moment, the dawn light has penetrated through the window crevices, and he can push the window open and see the light outside whenever he wants.

Beyond the sacred steps, he became a presence like Vice President Xia and Teacher of Purgatory Hill, the only goal he had pursued his entire life.

Only in the face of such a state of affairs, he felt an unknown fear, a great fear.

It seemed that behind that window, with super strength, there was something even more terrible waiting for him.

This fear has made him so determined that even those who dare not move, even wait for a final opportunity.

The last piece of black light swept across the Imperial City Wall became his last chance.

This black light reminded him of the strength of then Dean Zhang and made him want to go beyond. Lin Xi's sweeping blow to the Imperial City is also full of courage that transcends everything else.

As the golden Yunqin phoenix flew out of Zhongzhou City, it stood at the top of an attic in the Imperial City in Nihe year and began to shed a faint yellow light.

His yellow light grew thicker and thicker, unable to see his clothes and his face.

The yellow light grew increasingly concentrated and became a clear crystal, as if he were covered in a crystal clear crystal.

In the Imperial City, there was a sudden wind.

The wind swept in all directions towards the attic where he was located.

All the practitioners in the Imperial City looked in horror at the attic where the Nihe Year was located, and they saw that the wind rolled through countless snow flights, but there were some brighter and clearer crystalline lights than the white snow.

These crystal lights, together with the wind, penetrate the body of the year of the crane.

The body of Ni Crane Year is like a huge cave that holds all of this.

After not knowing how long, Nihe's body was paved with thick white snow and turned into a snowman.

Boom, the pavilion was like pierced by countless arrow holes, suddenly crumbling and collapsing.

Ni crane landed in the rubble, and the thick snow shell outside fell from him.

Ni Henian appeared.

His face became more old.

He slowly stretched out his hands, and he saw his hands covered with countless deep, carved wrinkles.

There was a bitter smile on his face.

He finally understood why the Purgatory Mountain Teacher had done this only once in so many years in the face of Li Hu, and he finally understood what the cultivators of the Great Sacred Realm had to face.

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When the snow was covered in Zhongzhou City, the heavenly demons behind Purgatory Mountain were still filled with flames and thick black smoke columns.

The whole unknown place, completely invisible to the end, is as if thousands of elders of Purgatory Mountain were releasing the power of terror by spraying their souls all the time.

Zhang Ping and more than a dozen Red Robe priests from Purgatory Mountain are traveling through this endless unknown land.

Although the only red robes on Zhang Ping's body have flame charms, the remaining dozen Red Robe clerics are obviously only the most common of the disciples of Purgatory Mountain.

But even the most common Purgatory Mountain Cleric on a weekday has the highest divine dignity.

Only at this time, the red robe clerics and Zhang Ping of Purgatory Mountain were very wolf, like ants on a hot pot, with deep fear.

In their eyes, it's all a giant chimney-like crater, all around the same place.

At their feet, they were all black lava mountain rocks, and the cracks were littered with flaming lava.

Often conical lava-shaped rocks, like meteors, fall as distant volcanoes erupt.

The seemingly solid rock beneath your feet is also most likely just a pumice that floats on lava and suddenly sinks.

Some invisible heat streams, moreover deadly killers, are already late when you feel this invisible heat rush on you, and the flesh has been completely steamed and crumbled.

As the core disciple of the trust of Purgatory Mountain, Zhang Ping left Purgatory Mountain and entered the Heavenly Plains on that day, supervising more than thirty Red Robe clerics and miscellaneous disciples. However, only 10 days into Heavenly Plains, there were only ten of them left.

This is real hell.

Everybody wants to go back.

However, nothing of value to Purgatory Mountain can be found, or the exploration of designated areas cannot be completed, but no one can return.

“What is that! ”

Suddenly, a Red Robe cleric walking in front made a surprise and shock cry.

“Shut up! ”

Zhang Ping issued a low and heavy drink.

Any loud sound from the team of explorers in the experience of Hellfield Hill on this day could lead to bad luck and pose an unknown great danger.

Red robe clerics in front of them dared not make any more noises and trembled all over again.

Zhang Ping and all the rest of the Red Robe clerics climbed onto the high slope where he was located, then everyone bit the teeth tightly and the teeth made a grid sound.

They see a dimpled valley ahead.

In the valley, there is a winding lava river.

On one edge of the Lava River stands a ruined black and red palace, which, although only a few walls remain, is still as tall as eight!

Most striking, however, is not the remnants of the building, but a dozen square meters of boulder in the heart of the valley.

A fine lava river surrounding that big black stone.

That big stone is a giant face!

A man full of magic and a face like the one depicted in some of the Books of Purgatory Mountain!

“Five of you, get down! ”

Zhang Ping took a deep breath and the spicy breath made his throat and lungs seem to be stuck with many little burning knives. He issued an indifferent order to the five red robe clerics in front of him.

The eyes of the five red robe clerics showed a divine colour of resentment and resentment, yet no one dared to disobey the orders of this pale, indigo glossy Red Robe Apostle.

They went downhill, passing in hot black gravel and a cluster of black flue gas, trembling towards the magma river.