Immortal Devil Transformation

Everyone felt the threat of death and completely changed their face.

Even the Nangong Palace, which has begun to calm down and awaits the smell of the last moon, has completely changed its face.

Even in her perception, smelling the sword of the moon is like an erupting volcano.

Stronger practitioners stood at the mouth of the volcano and could not survive the eruption.

This is the ultimate power to smell the moon.

She can't believe she can unleash such a hegemonic and horrific force after smelling the moon and being struck so long by both of them.

Zhantai Shaotang can't believe it either.

But he felt a familiar breath from this inexhaustible engine.

He thought of something, just felt more horrible, and his body kept trembling.

Nor did Lin Xi have any idea that such an incredible power could be generated by the smelling of the moon that had already been forced to go extinct.

At this moment, he also changed his face and thought of something.

His fingers had already fallen on the three strings of the great black, ready to put all his strength into the great black.

Yet in the face of the sword that smelled the moon, he let go of the great darkness.

He raised his head silently, looking calmly and coldly at the sword that smelled the moon.

“Death!”

Smell the moon roaring wildly.

Because of anger and pain, because of the price the sword had to pay, his face twisted and his otherwise bloody lips turned white.

This sword is like a comet flying in the air, like the King of God giant ship gliding in the air, sounding countless bombardments in the air, coming towards Lin Xie.

The power, momentum, and speed of this sword are invincible.

Even the presence of the Purgatory Mountain Teacher is likely to be severely damaged.

No saint can block such a sword.

Nor could Lin Xi withstand the power of such a sword.

In the eyes of the time when man smells the moon, Lin Xie will surely die.

He no longer considered the consequences of killing Lin Xie.

At this moment, he was totally pushed to the end of the road, only to kill Lin Xie.

However, in the face of this sword, Lin Xie simply let go of the great black and opened her hands.

He was carrying this blasted sword like a round of moons.

Just as this inexhaustible Seven Years Devil's Sword was a few steps away from his body, his soul stretched across his body, spraying out as much as it could, leaving no trace left.

This is not the moon hammer of Jongcheng.

He was just spraying all his soul power out of his body in the fastest possible way.

At this moment, his entire body, as if it were a blowing machine, gushed out of his body into a bundle, falling early into the void above his forehead.

The Seven Weeks Demon Sword flew there at this moment.

A strange muffled sound shook this rush of time in that tiny space.

The roar of the moon stopped instantly.

Lin Xi's soul power is like a stream of water rushing on the Seven Years Demon Sword and then desperately squeezing into the symbol of the Seven Years Demon Sword. It's like trying to extrude some of the soul power of smelling the human moon and seize the flying sword.

Precisely predicting and locking each other's flying swords and instilling their own spiritual strength in a time that no practitioner can possibly do.

Now Lin Xi did it.

But it is still impossible to take the sword.

Because to take away each other's flying swords, unless your soul is stronger than the other.

Even if Lin Xi completed the demonic transformation, even if all the soul power sprang up in an instant, it is still impossible to fight the power of smelling the moon.

Rationally, such a confrontation can only be as if power were not pulled at a level, and in an instant the other party is able to firmly control the flying sword and kill him.

Yet Lin Xi's eyes still had no fear.

At the moment when his soul power penetrated the Seven Weeks Flying Sword, at the moment of the strange muffled sound, the Sword body of the Seven Weeks Devil's Sword began to crack and collapse.

Countless forces of terror have erupted in the air, forming a visible sound explosion.

“Shh!” cracked.

A fine fragment of a sword passed through Lin Xie's left shoulder, penetrated his chief priest's robe, and rushed a thumb-sized blood hole on his left shoulder, a powerful force, taking Lin Xie back two steps.

A sound of broken bone also emanated from Lin Xi's shoulder, as if there were many cracks in the bone, extending along Lin Xi's body.

Lin Xie, however, remained steady.

His body began to dwindle, the power of the demon disappeared, and he began to become extremely weak and sweaty, flowing down from him.

His face was very pale.

Yet he laughed as if he had forgotten all the pain.

He kept laughing.

The empty arm of the smelling moon has dripped down.

He looked at the disappearing seven weeks flying sword, at Lin Xie, who was still standing well, and his eyes filled with unspeakable confusion.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

There were some broken voices in his body.

He broke his shirt with a bunch of blood flowers.

He knelt on the ground.

His soul strength has also been exhausted and he has forcibly sealed his wounds, but this blow has caused him many new injuries.

Now he is a crippled, completely paralyzed cripple.

Get down on your knees and don't move.

“The power of God is to predict? ”

He refused to believe it. He looked at Lin Yi with a smile and sighed.

Lin Xi did not answer his words.

The feeling of great revenge, very happy.

However, the figure of the eldest grandson, Jiang Yiu, appeared in his mind, but made his smile a little bitter.

“Li Biao's sword? ”

He looked at the smell of the moon and just couldn't help but scoff: “I can't believe you've learned some of Li Biao's practices… So this is your deepest secret, no wonder you've been working with the Purgatory Mountain Teacher. In the future, the Purgatory Mountain Teacher will not be able to dispose of you at will... but unfortunately you do not have a future. It's only a pity that you've been practicing this sword for too short a time. It's only a pity that you don't dare to give me too much time. Your sword is very powerful, but it's too powerful to withstand even the Seven Weeks Flying Sword. ”

In Lin Xi's cold laughter, the smell of the moon began to really return to reality. He saw his end, despair and unwillingness completely occupied his body and mind.

“Why!”

“Why am I so powerful and defeated? ”

“Do I have to take care of all this? I just want to be one of the Nine Yuan Laos, just the Emperor...”

He started muttering to himself, and then the noise grew louder and louder, turning into a mad cry.

“Enough! ”

Lin Xi sent out a strong drink and laughed coldly: “Even the biggest male, by the time he was really dying, he was no different from ordinary people, and he would become a pathetic insect who thought he was innocent. ”

“We have common enemies! ”

Not for a lifetime, the fierce, ruthless and confident smell of the moon, at a time when it is like becoming the most ordinary human being.

The more ambitious, the more unmet the desire is, the more calm, the more unwanted and the more painful it becomes when people know they are dying.

"I can help you against the Emperor… I am the most warring man in the world and I can be your mentor," she looked at Lin Xie in pain. I can still have a lot of power. ”

Lin Xi just glanced at him.

No words, just Lin Yi's eyes, let the smell of the moon see Lin Yi's rejection.

“Why!” cried the painful scream of the moon.

“Because people do anything in this world, they end up just reassuring themselves.” Lin Xie raised her head and stopped looking at him, just looking at the clouds in the sky, "You won't die... I won't be relieved to think of those who died because of you. ”

Jiang Jiaoyi lifted the blue spear in his hand.

His steadfast face also showed some tear marks.

All these young people at Green Moon College have been struggling for two years to kill to smell the moon.

To kill to smell the moon, they don't know how much effort they have put into it, how much suffering they have suffered, and if they keep smelling the moon, he will even doubt his life.

Supporting Qingyu College and their journey forward has always been faith, not some external force.

He was going to pierce the body of the smelling moon and provoke him.

“We'll kill him somewhere else. ”

But Lin Xie stopped him, “Someone will want to see him with their own eyes and want to kill him with their own hands.” Lin Xi looked into his eyes and said: "Killing him elsewhere would be of greater use. ”

Jiang laughed and others' hearts trembled.

They all know that Lin Xi is talking about Meng Bai, the one who hates his cowardice and doesn't know what comes to mind, the one who jumps off the cliff.

The fat man, who was despised by many, was not with them, but fought with them all the time.

The smell of the moon also understands Lin Yi's intentions.

Killed in front of many Yunqin people, it will bring more vibration and change more things.

He didn't want prisoners like dead dogs to be killed in public.

He screamed in agony.

However, he was already a paralyzed cripple, and he could not change that outcome at all.

unemotionally humbled to walk beside him.

For the time being, the sniffer of the moon is also his greatest enemy.

Without the smell of the moon, Li Biao may not die, and the true Thousand Devils will not perish.

“Your time is over. ”

Seriously, he said something like this to the sniffer moon, and then inserted several fine chains into the body of the sniffer moon.

……

Lin Xi looked humbly at the smell of the moon coming towards herself.

He saw that everyone around him was exhausted and had some injuries.

But in everyone's eyes, there's satisfaction, there's something touching that he can't tell you.

Petals with petals of cauliflower blew from the distant wind and fell on him.

In the warm wind, the smell seemed strong.

Yet everyone is at ease.

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The next chapter starts later in the evening.