Immortal Devil Transformation

In the heart of the cloaking vulture herd, there is a giant owl-like demon beast.

Its face is like a ghost face with lots of watercolor stripes.

Some things have a vicious appearance, but their temperament is gentle.

But a ghost face is just the kind of thing that looks vicious and has a more vicious temperament.

In eastern Yunqin, there is a town called the tree fence, all the people in and through this town were killed, turned into huge open-air graveyards, even a group of troops to investigate, there was no return. When many practitioners and more armies went, it was found that the town was occupied for more than 20 days, killing thousands of people, not plague, not liquor, but just a hunter who didn't know what to chase, and chased the ghost face of this small town.

At this moment, this ghost face in the heart of the vulture herd is still so fierce that all the vultures around it are so afraid that they are dozens of meters away from it that they dare not resist any resistance to the iron-cast figure standing on its back.

Its neck, with a black red collar, fitted with tight teeth, is attached to the chain of this collar in the iron cast shadow on its back.

This collar can be tightened at any time, its teeth pierced into its neck, and even its entire head cut off.

Being able to control monsters naturally gives people a more powerful feeling.

Standing on it smells the moon, which is unusually violent and ruthless.

……

Between heaven and earth, a fine black mark suddenly appeared.

It's like a giant, invisible knife that suddenly cuts out of the ground, carrying a horrific force that cuts the sky out of a rift.

Smell the dark, dark, inky eyebrows stirring up like two knives.

In his perception, this fine black mark is the coming of the night.

Just the next moment, he sent a loud scolding, and the broken Seven Years Demon Sword flew out of his sleeve, flying out of several stools and striking with silent forces.

The Seven Weeks Demon Sword makes a thrilling friction in the air.

Mars four splashes.

Countless vultures scream of cracking, feathers and flesh flying in the air like rain.

Smell the moon's eyes suddenly become brighter.

A chain rolled out of his sleeve.

Hearing only one roar, a dark golden metal arrow was blown into countless wires by his chain, accompanied by a wind that drew countless bright lines in the sky.

Smell the tip of the moon somewhere on the back of a ghost face.

The haunted face emitted a loud ghost crying and began to descend rapidly.

……

Smell the moon being forced down.

From the earliest moment he felt the breath of the great saint who had slaughtered the earth, he had hidden something wrong.

And now these two arrowlight raids have made him completely understand that their plot against Qingyu College has instead become an ambush designed by the other side.

He knew that only the big black and little black of the college would be able to shoot those two arrows.

Even if he had a mount like the Haunted Face, even if he blocked the two archers from striking together, he knew perfectly well that, with the other two archers, the only result of his continuing to stay in the air was being shot down.

He was forced down.

The result of being forced down means that he cannot escape and can only face this ambush, which was carefully designed by the other party.

It's just that his face is still cold and tough like iron casting, with a slight sarcastic expression.

He is confident and strong.

Especially after he got Wellington, he was like a man who had to squat but rose again… more powerful than ever before at this moment when his confidence and feelings were diffused in his body.

Indeed, he did not expect that he would fall into the ambush of Lin Xie and others.

Nor did he expect the presence of a great saint.

Only he knew full well that the great saint would never survive the killing of so many Purgatory Mountain practitioners.

He is also well aware that Yun Qin has only so many powerful practitioners.

So even if he suddenly falls into an unfavourable situation, he still has great confidence in killing Lin Xie in turn.

“I didn't want to give you too much time, but since you came to the door yourself, I just dropped you off on the way. ”

Looking at the second arrow, he said coldly in his heart.

……

Lin Xi nodded calmly at the side of the sky as the ghost faded rapidly as a meteor.

From now on, what is to be done is very simple for him, simply smashing the souls of all of them into the smell of the human moon.

The three fingers of Ringham pulled the three strings of the Great Black.

Her body's soul strength and the power of the Mirror Mermaid were instilled in the three strings of great darkness.

At this moment, she also has a lot of images in her mind.

She thought of Kang Yiu, who stopped breathing beside her, and of the white jumping from the cliff.

Lin Xie was also in the deepest coma when her grandsons Wujiang and Jiang Yuer died, so she saw more images of the carved heart than Lin Xie saw of the carved heart. Even Lin Xie, wandering on the edge of death and careless, is one of the images she has in mind.

She misses countless tents on the shores of Lake Lingxia.

I miss the time when a bunch of people gathered by the fire at Qingyu College.

The countless beautiful, impossible and countless bad images that have made her so mindful have all been turned into killing and hatred at this moment and gathered in this arrow.

Her entire skin on her right hand was ripped open and her whole sleeve was stained red with blood.

Smell the pupils of the moon suddenly contracted. Seven weeks of the Devil's sword shouted and swept behind him.

Meanwhile, the two souls shook from under his feet, pushing the ghost shaft beneath him toward the front for a few meters.

Hearing only one roar, countless shadows of light darkened, the Seven Sundays Demon Sword stubbornly came out of a layer of water mist and faint black light, the little sword body like a giant shield blocked all the space behind the smelling of the human moon.

However, the chain that smells the fingers of the moon and the haunted face is also broken at this moment.

Haunted face flies to the ground.

Smell the moon dozens of meters in the air, like a meteor falling on the ground before the ghost face.

“Ka!”

Smell the moon stepping on the ground.

His boots split open.

The ground was recessed around him, the dust shook upwards, and the clay rocks crashed between them, making the sound of a fractured layer.

His knees bent slightly.

A broken bone was also heard in the knee.

In order not to let his riding ghost face die under the force of the arrow power enough to threaten him, he landed in this way, and in the absence of enough spiritual force gushing in his legs, his knee bone inevitably broke.

It's just that the face of the moon doesn't even have a slight pain in its face.

His body was still iron cast, without any tremors.

He knows that in today's battle his body cannot be undamaged.

And for someone like him, the real power is always his soul.

So from the very beginning of this battle, he took a battle to preserve his soul strength as much as possible with some damage to his body.

Only a man as ruthless and confident as him would resort to such a way of fighting.

Just the moment it landed, the smell of the moon clearly saw Lin Yi and others, "Just you people, you want to kill me?” He looked at Linghan's blood-stained sleeves, Zhantai Shaotang and Lin Xie and others, and laughed ironically.

“I didn't expect your wounds to have recovered and have allowed you to use your soul so much.” Lin Xie frowned, similarly smiling.

The smell of the moon rarely gives a crap. However, in the face of Lin Yi at this moment, it is true that he did not do it immediately. He merely squinted his eyes: “You must be very disappointed. ”

“Now that you're here, it doesn't matter if you don't recover.” Lin Xi shook her head calmly: “It must be you who is disappointed. Why are you disappointed that no Elder of Purgatory Mountain arrived here... You don't have to delay the time. Those Elders of Purgatory Mountain will never come. ”

“I can kill you if no one comes. ”

Smell the moon laughing coldly.

As soon as the sound sounded, his seven weeks flying sword made a terrible roar, turning into a vortex of air dancing, rushing towards Lin Xie.

He is more than 400 steps away from Lin Xie and others at this moment.

At this distance, the general saint of the sword has no power over the sword.

He is best at close-knit swords, but at this moment, his flying sword straddles 400 steps directly to Lin Xie.

He has always been the most combatant saint in the world. At such a distance, no one else could have hit him without being able to do so. This is equivalent to a stand-alone confrontation between him and Lin Xie.

Yet as soon as his sword flew out, his dark brows wrinkled suddenly.

A cold sword light, with a breath of immortality, flew out of the woods behind the forest.

Lin Xie pulled the big black trio at this moment.

When the sound explodes.

The black light impacted accurately on the Seven Weeks Flying Sword.

And in the next moment, when the sound is not intermittent, it keeps going.

Because although no one knows how Lin Xie can accurately hit the Seven Years Flying Sword more than he perceived, the Seven Years Flying Sword is only this slow down, the cold sword from the forest has intercepted the Seven Years Demon Sword, between this breath, it is not known how many times the hard-boiled collision.

And every time that cold-blooded sword struck, it did its best.

This impact, like a sword saint, is hitting another sword saint's body with its own body.

Smell the moon gently cough, the corner of the mouth coughs blood silk.

All the leaves in the woods were shattered by powerful swordsight and meta-hydrological shocks, revealing the uncentral figure of the South Palace.

She also drips blood in the nostrils of Nangong, but her face is serious and calm, like the expression of a student in a private school during a serious copying assignment.

Smell the moon in a way that allows her to fight with some damage to her body and preserve her soul strength as much as possible, or she can.

Under the way she fought, smelling the moon, it was no longer possible to preserve her soul power.