Immortal Devil Transformation

What other saints can stop themselves?

When I felt Gu Yunjing's full hand breath, I smelled that the moon had thought about it carefully.

Since he provoked the mausoleum, Yun Qin and the reckless saints have died far too many times, and there are few remaining saints.

And he has come a long way on the path of the Holy Master, Zhou Shufu can't do it. After Ho Baihao's death, except in Zhongzhou City, he will never appear here in Nihe year. He can't think of any holy master to stop him from killing Lin Xie.

Donglin's first sword leaf can't be forgotten.

Qingxian Swordsman Xu Sheng Mo can't.

Nor is it possible to take care of the injuries at Qingwei College.

Any war is the same, whether ambushed or ambushed, human beings are fundamental.

In the sight of the smelling moon, Lin Xi did not have enough people to stop the elders of Purgatory Mountain who were coming, and no one could stop him at all.

No matter how sophisticated the design, no one, no power, everything is empty talk.

So even when he was forced down and discovered that not even a Purgatory Mountain Elder had arrived, he still had absolute confidence that he could fight Lin Xie.

He just found himself wrong.

He missed a man.

He recognised Nangong Miao.

He remembers that the young saint was extremely angry and drank when he launched the assassination of his eldest grandson, Wujiang.

Even then, there was some surprise at the power of the young saint, yet all the power of the South Palace at that time could only sever one of his chains.

In his eyes, the South Palace is still too weak.

Like those of Xu Shengmu, he felt that a saint like Nangong Miao could have little effect on him.

But Nangong's uncentralized power was enough to destroy all his previous confidence.

Only one possibility would make him wrong.

That is, Nangong's uncentralized practice is too fast, far beyond common sense.

Smell the Moon itself is one of the best practitioners in the world.

Nangong's uncentralized training speed is actually much faster than his!

At this moment, the confidence of the smelling of the moon began to collapse, and the mind was filled with incredible thoughts of hemp.

And just at this moment, Smelly Moon thought that she had spent her whole life fighting him. Every great thing he does, he encounters this young saint, whom he did not see at all.

He killed Nanshan Twilight and was destroyed by her, but the ghost division fell into her hands.

He assassinated his eldest grandson, Wujiang, and she was there... he was going to kill Lin Xie now, and she was there again.

For many years, there has never been a word of regret in the heart of the moon, but at this moment, a hint of regret has arisen in his heart.

He regrets that he did not kill the young saint earlier.

……

All of these moods are just a fraction of a breath of sunlight, and even Lin Xie can't pull the big black bowstring for the second time.

The smell of a seven week flying sword on the moon suddenly surged.

On the flying sword, it's like there's a demon's eye that's staring open.

In the air outside the flying sword, it also seems that there are many demonic eyes opening.

While he coughed slightly and coughed up some blood in the corner of his mouth, his Seven Weeks Demon Sword completed its strongest collision with the Mien's flying sword.

Numerous previous collisions, like the Nangong Miao was hitting him with his body, he had been trying to avoid, but this time, it was like he was hitting him with his body.

Nangong's original nostrils have just begun to bleed.

A fraction of that breath went by, and she was drenched in pores, shaking up countless tiny mists of blood.

Her sword swept backwards, losing control and turning into a meteor, shooting somewhere behind her.

The flying sword that smells the moon is still stubbornly stuck in the air.

He defeated Miao Nangong with his sword.

It's just endless anger and incredible color in his eyes, without a slightly proud look.

Because he had to.

He was forced to do so by the South Palace.

If this method is not used to separate victories and losses in such a short period of time, he will have no idea how to deal with Lin Xi's great black.

Indeed, he is mightier than the Nangong Miao.

His throat was just filled with blood.

However, when he snapped, his right knee made another crack.

His right knee, which was heavily stretched, was completely fractured and unable to sustain his body.

He knelt on one knee.

“Lin Xi! ”

In the moment of kneeling on one knee, he burst out a terrible drunkenness!

“Don't say anything stupid about fighting alone to me. ”

Yet Lin Xi said calmly and indifferently in his fierce drinking: “I am only interested to know what it feels like to be beaten to death by a group of people like you who want to defeat the whole world. ”

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When he smelled the right knee of the moon completely broken and drank heavily on one knee, the elder of Purgatory Mountain, whose hair was wrapped all over him in a canyon in the distance, raised his head.

Hu Kaiyi's flying sword has also been struck countless times in the air with the burning Purgatory Mountain flying sword.

While blocking this burning sword, his sword even slashed seven Purgatory Mountain Clerics who rushed to his side.

He also has four or five more bloody holes in his body.

While the elder of Purgatory Mountain, Horan, raised his head, a hair pierced from the inside of the Imperial Palace and landed on the head of a Purgatory Mountain cleric nearest to the Imperial Palace.

The Purgatory Mountain Cleric couldn't even make a scream, and his head burned and a rolling smoke and black fire broke out.

The Elder of Purgatory Mountain made no sound.

But all the Purgatory Mountain practitioners around the Imperial Palace understood what he meant.

Even the saint of Purgatory Mountain, with his sword, rose in horror.

All these Purgatory Mountain practitioners are screaming for all their soul power.

I felt powerless holding my lips tightly.

Even if he improves his cultivation in these two years of recklessness, after all, there is a saint of his rank in the other party, the previous battle has been his limit, and now these Purgatory Mountain practitioners attack with more vigour, he will surely not be able to resist.

Floating hasn't made a move yet.

But the key thing is that the elders of the Purgatory Mountains in the other party's royal palace have yet to make a move.

And yet, at this point, a thicker black mist than the black smoke on the elders of Purgatory Mountain suddenly fell from the walls of one side of the canyon.

Like a true night, it will cover all the practitioners of Easy, Floating, and all the mountains of Purgatory, including that royal palace.

The cultivators outside the palace discovered in horror that they could not see anything more than a few meters away.

This thick dark fog is not only difficult to disperse, but also seems to have great disruptive effects on perception.

They cannot see and perceive Hu Huaiyi's flying sword.

In their ears, countless sandy voices rang out, as if countless snakes were swimming underground.

“Dark Priest! ”

In the dark, someone screamed in horror.

Then someone heard the blood spilling around them.

“Die! ”

The elders of Purgatory Mountain on the royal palace made another sound.

He stood up from the throne.

Whether it's a dark priest or another practitioner, it belongs to him like a termite.

And his ears were already more sensitive than anyone else's. He had heard the voice of the human moon and suddenly felt the danger of smelling the human moon and his own danger.

So he had no patience to wait any longer.

As soon as he stood up, all the hair wrapped around him drifted away.

It is an extremely scary sight to see more than ten metres of hair spreading rapidly around.

But what's even scarier is the body under his hair.

He dried up his little body, no clothes, but he climbed countless nail sizes, all with faint green phosphorescent beetles!

All these beetles stuck on him, dancing up.

Several practitioners close to his purgatory mountain made a terrible scream, and a hole appeared directly when his body was hit by these beetles.

Their bodies, in the wind currents formed by these beetles, turned directly into corpses that pierced countless caves, and even spiritual soldiers on their bodies and in their hands, collided with these beetles, rushed out of Mars and cracked.

This is no different than the coming of a true Demon King.

Even the covered fog is dispersed by beetles like a flood, dancing.

This canyon is like hell.

Everyone was running away from the Elder of Purgatory Mountain.

Yet watching Hu Yiyi battle float, he smiled sharply. Instead, he ran towards the Elder of Purgatory Mountain.

The Elder of Purgatory Mountain made a roaring mockery.

Flowing green beetles instantly pass through a floating body.

Floating bodies instantly become corpses filled with holes.

Yet, a moment before being worn by these countless beetles, Hu Xianhui raised his head proudly and raised his hand.

He had an ink-green dagger in his hand.

This dagger is long with only a finger, like a long tooth.

His hands were also filled with countless holes.

This inky green dagger revealed itself.

At this time, he is dead.

“Calabash dagger! ”

Yet the elders of Purgatory Mountain cried out in insane fear.

Floating without the slightest amount of soul power and the resistance of these beetles, all of his soul power, was imbued with this ink-green dagger filled with many precious blue fine symbols.

As this inky green dagger begins to shine bright blue light.

In the mad cry of the elder of Purgatory Mountain, this dagger, completely incomprehensible with the logic of today's practitioner's world, completely melted and turned into an extremely hot ray, locking the body of the elder of Purgatory Mountain who fled desperately swinging, at a speed unimaginable by the saints, accurately shot into the heart of the elder of Purgatory Mountain.

Hot blue rays penetrate the dry body and penetrate the heart. Every pore of Elder Purgatory Mountain emits a hot metal stream of ruby blue.

In the next moment, the body of the Elder of Purgatory Mountain disappeared completely and turned into flying ash.

Hu Huaiyi began to cry in silence.

It was only then that he realized that Hu Xianhui let him go first, only to keep him alive, Hu Xianhui only to complete this stone-fired assassination by himself.

From the outset, Hu Xinfu had prepared to die with the Elders of Purgatory Mountain.

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As Hu Huaiyi began to cry in silence, Lin Xie looked down on one knee to smell the moon, once again pulling the three strings of great black, while Gao Yanan beside him and the auspicious behind him, the strength in his body, also all erupted unreserved.