Immortal Devil Transformation

In the night, two dark-faced and reckless officials sat at each other's tables.

A sound of horseshoes rapidly crossed the alley outside the house, shocking the tea on both tables from the cup mouth.

“Third time! In just over a dozen stops, the cavalry passed three rows. ”

One of the officials, in the sound of horseshoes like this, could not hold on, and scolded angrily low: "The imposition of a curfew and iron patrols by the Emperor is simply a coma! There were not many people who knew that Shaotang Zhantai had appeared, so who in the Great Reckless King's City did not know that the assassinations were related to Shaotang Zhantai, and who did not know that Shaotang Zhantai was back! ”

“This is naturally a coma.” Another official laughed so hard, "but the one in Imperial City was scared to death. What's so strange about such a coma? We're just little people, don't worry about a sword falling all the time around our necks, but the people up there don't know when a sword will suddenly fall. ”

Angry officials silenced down and whispered a moment later: "Perhaps the Herald's choice was right. ”

He had a peaceful face across the street, but some bitterly laughing officials suddenly looked snowy and silent: "Don't have any thoughts you shouldn't have. ”

“Don't worry about it.” The previously angry official shook his head and said: “You're right, we're just little people… I said the choice of the Emperor was right, it doesn't mean I had any idea, I just thought Zhantai Shaotang was really capable. ”

The thoughts of the ordinary officials in these two majestic cities may represent those of the vast majority of majestic officials.

Although Zhantai Shaotang was forced to escape the great recklessness, he took 50,000 recklessness troops under the falling starling city and lived well in Yun Qin, which is enough to explain his ability.

Zhantai Shaotang reappeared with this insidious and horrific assassination tactic, although it was impossible to change the current situation of recklessness or even hope to organize any mutiny, but his appearance allowed many reckless people and many officials to start thinking.

As Vice President Xia realized a long time ago, this is truly a new era, just like the first decade of Yun Qin's statehood.

Emperor Yunqin completely abandoned Qingyuan College and marched into the heavenly mountains.

Li Biao and Purgatory Mountain Teacher are enemies.

Zhantai Shaotang is also fighting Purgatory Mountain.

These things have intangibly changed the minds of reckless officials.

The weakness of the new emperor has made the shadow of Purgatory Mountain more and more apparent to the vast majority of officials.

While they know that the true master of recklessness is always Purgatory Mountain, why do they rarely feel the presence of the Shadow of Purgatory Mountain when the Emperor and Li Biao are still here?

Because the old emperor and Li Biao are more powerful.

That is the easiest answer.

Why can strength make concessions in Purgatory Mountain and not even interfere in something?

Because Purgatory Mountain has always been a place of practice, even if the reckless army cannot destroy Purgatory Mountain, it can cause unthinkable damage to Purgatory Mountain.

Many officials, in their hearts, come up with further answers like this.

Many reckless people began to suddenly feel that all that the Great Reckless Emperor and Li Biao had done was always fighting Purgatory Mountain.

Even if only Zhantai Shaotang was left behind, it was also left with a seed most dangerous for Purgatory Mountain.

The elders of the Purgatory Mountains and the Purgatory Mountains, who, I fear, have lived for the longest time in recklessness and fought for the longest time with all the powerful people in the world, naturally cannot feel the change of the times.

That's why Purgatory Mountain Teachers need more power to build stronger awe.

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At a time when an ordinary official in a street alley in Grand Reckless King's City was made angry by the often horseshoes of the cavalry, in the distant Yunqin province, in Fengjindu, Heiluohang province, a mausoleum formed by the crossing of the river, Xu Proverb's heart and soul were also angry.

He looked at a plate of salted vegetables in front of him, a plate of rotten milk and a can of rare rice, and the cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said, “Tsukiko is surprised that these people are so clueless to lift up, how dare they treat you like this? Will they try to put these people in jail tomorrow first? ”

After Dixie's death, Xu Proverbs has become a younger and more powerful power minister in Zhongzhou City than Dixie's predecessor.

It is no longer laziness, but * naked humiliation, for a minister like him to go on official business at the local level and be entertained by local officials with pickles.

Xu Proverbs and his entourage do not know whether the ridiculous and humiliating attitude of these local officials towards him stems from his previous enmity with Lin Yi or from his relationship with his father, or from some of the things he did in Heaven's Prison, but whatever the reason, he should be angry at the way these local officials behaved in the face of his power today.

It's just that Proverbs don't have any anger expression.

He just shook his head at Wang Ling in the shadows and began to drink porridge with a crude porcelain bowl in front of him.

Wang Ling's anger was frozen on his face, and he could not understand the attitude of Xu Proverbs.

Xu Proverbs started drinking porridge, and after finishing a bowl of porridge, he looked at Wang Ling and said plainly: “Think about why Dixie Fei died and why we are still alive. These streams, they're all stinky, hard rocks in the bathroom, and for the sake of a reason they think, they can hit columns with their heads. ”

“People like that never stop dying. The more serious you are with people like them, the more serious there are with you. ”

“You have to understand that people like us want to live well, not to make people feel how powerful you are, how powerful you are, but to make people feel like you're a dog and can treat you any way you want. ”

Xu Proverbs watched his mouth gradually open, some stunned and understood his meaning of Wang Ling. “The ranks are constantly going up, the real power is also going up, why should we fight for these chills? ”

Wang Ling's mouth closed gradually, and he began to pour porridge.

He was right to say that, no matter how bad the attitude in these places was, they were only allowed to drink porridge at best, and if they dealt with them, perhaps someone would give them poison.

Previously, he had always felt that the Proverbs could come to power because they were harsh enough, but at this moment he knew perfectly well that the Proverbs could come to power because, apart from being harsh, he was more tolerant than anyone else.

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In the morning.

A young man with an overly pale face woke up in the courtyard of a reckless town.

Instead of being nervous when he opened his eyes, the young priest of Purgatory Mountain, dressed in ordinary clothes, looked at the strange room and the strange courtyard outside the window, his eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.

He did not know that he had become a fugitive from Purgatory Mountain.

All he knew was that he was helping the Elder of Purgatory Mountain.

In Purgatory Mountain, characters like him often mean a bright future, even if they fall into the eyes of the elders of the most unstable and weakest Purgatory Mountain.

He looked forward to his future in Purgatory Mountain and then got up and washed.

Then, after eating some dry food, he patted the iron box with the meat on his chest and waited in the courtyard.

Over time, the young cleric was naturally bored, and he dared not disobey orders to leave the compound, so he became somewhat curious about the site, which had apparently been deserted for a long time.

He walked from the resting front yard to the back yard where the groceries were placed.

After a boring look at some of the setups and groceries, he swayed to the front yard, almost noon, and he was ready to eat boringly, but then suddenly he felt something strange, and then he walked through every room in the back yard again, and then he stopped in a neat woodshed with dry wood.

Because he found that for some reason, the wood room was much colder than all the rest.

And that's when the creaking, wooden doors in this courtyard were suddenly pushed open.

An elderly Purgatory Mountain cleric walked into the courtyard door.

He had a large black flame inscription on his chest and back of a bright red cleric robe.

He carries a bright red punch crown with black flame inscriptions.

The ordinary young Purgatory Mountain Cleric stayed somewhat confused, and at this point he saw eight Red Purgatory Mountain Cleric divided into two rows, following the elderly Purgatory Mountain Cleric.

The young Purgatory Mountain cleric was frightened.

Because while he did not know what tasks the elders had assigned him, he knew that the robes on the oldest clerics represented the elders of the Purgatory Mountains, and that the rest of the Red Robe clerics were also eligible apostles with red flame symbols.

He bends over and subconsciously bows down to salute.

“Son, what's wrong with you stealing the magic crystal of our Purgatory Mountain?” Yet at this time, he heard the charming old Purgatory Mountain cleric sigh, "Can we steal the magic crystal of Purgatory Mountain if we want to? ”

The body of the young Purgatory Mountain Cleric is rigid.

His brain was a little blank, a burst of chills, but it kept pouring out of his heart.

The elderly cleric looked lightly at the stiff young Purgatory Mountain cleric and slowly moved forward, dragging the robe on the ground to make a sandy sound.

Eight Red Robe Apostles crossed from his side and approached the young Purgatory Mountain Cleric faster.

“I didn't steal any magic crystals! ”

“I only came here on the orders of the elders. ”

The young Purgatory Mountain Cleric raised his head, and he sighed and pleaded, extremely snowy, and the cold sweat slipped like an earthworm.

The frown of an elderly cleric was deeply wrinkled.

The eight Red Robe Apostles are also slightly on foot.

“What elder commands?” The old cleric asked.

At the same time, he bowed slightly to the eight Red Robe apostles.

The sleeves of the eight Red Robe Apostles simultaneously revealed a red light, eight forest cold chains shining with red light, like eight Red Snakes, and at the same time ejected into the body of the young Purgatory Mountain Cleric.

The young Purgatory Mountain Cleric was all pierced and screamed.

Yet he screamed desperately, "Elder Zhang of the Demonic Grotto. ”

“Is that him?”

Older clerics frowned more tightly, his eyes flashed sharply, his mind suddenly appeared suspicious, yet it was at this moment that he felt a dangerous breath.

His eyes squeezed quickly and turned.

Lin Xi's figure appeared in front of the courtyard.

In the sun of reckless spring, he looked at the elderly priest and the messengers of the Purgatory Mountain Red and laughed, "Good morning, everyone. ”