Immortal Devil Transformation

The Elder of Purgatory Mountain wanted to finally look at Zhang Ping, but he couldn't even lift his head.

Died at the height of purgatory mountain power, so endless despair and hatred filled the eyes of the elder of purgatory mountain.

Some die with great peace of mind, some die without remorse and happiness, some die with tremendous pain and hatred... what happens when you die?

Zhang Ping looked at the elder standing dead in Purgatory Mountain and somehow this thought appeared in his heart. Then he raised his head more indifferently and said in his heart that he would never die, at least not at this time.

There was black smoke and flame on his body.

The flames in the black smoke are not black, but purple red, representing the highest power of Purgatory Mountain.

He watched the trendy Purgatory Mountain Red Robe Cleric indifferently in such thick smoke and flames.

Many Purgatory Mountain Red Robe clerics began to retreat in horror.

“He's alone! ”

“We can kill him if there isn't one yet! ”

“Kill him and avenge the Taoists and Elders! ”

Yet such a voice, too, keeps ringing.

With this constant noise, more than a dozen Purgatory Mountain Red Robe clerics approached Zhang Ping.

These Purgatory Mountain Red Robe priests did not have much standing in Purgatory Mountain on a weekday basis, but after nearly a hundred core Purgatory Mountain priests died before Chiba Guan, and now the only elder of Purgatory Mountain died again, they have become the highest ranked people in Purgatory Mountain, and most importantly, their cultivation is similar to that of Zhang Ping, and some are even higher than Zhang Ping.

A sword that is clearly imitating the Seven Years Demon Sword was first stabbed in black smoke and flame.

The bursting purple red flame burned the sword red and instantly melted gold juice.

The Purgatory Mountain Red Robe cleric sent a loud whistle and backfired with green smoke in his palms.

At the same time, another rough sword, cut like black lava, has ridden this gap, like electricity, towards Zhang Ping's belly.

Zhang Ping has not had time to fire.

He could only block the sword with his hand.

Many Red Robe clerics even cheered because, in their view, Zhang Ping's hand would be easily cut off by this seemingly rough, unusual sharp "make the demon” sword, which would then cut into his belly and tear all the organs in his belly.

The black sword fell on Zhang Ping's palm.

However, the sword was not able to sever Zhang Ping's palm. Instead, it snapped slightly and Zhang Ping broke his body into two pieces.

All the cheers turned into shouts, and the Purgatory Mountain Red Cleric, whose sword was broken, even forgot to do anything horribly.

Zhang Ping waved the broken sword in his hand and easily slit the throat of the Purgatory Mountain Red Robe cleric.

Hot blood impacted on the rolling black smoke outside Zhang Ping, sounding like countless moths crashing into the flame.

The third Purgatory Mountain cleric, who approached Zhang Ping, saw with horror, a pitch-black hand stretched out of the smoke and grabbed his heart.

The Purgatory Mountain Cleric subconsciously blocked the knife in his hand in front of this horrible hand, yet the next moment he felt nothing but a chill in his heart, feeling all the heat in his body, drawn out of his body.

The tide shouted and sounded.

Zhang Ping indifferently drew his hand from the body of the Purgatory Mountain Cleric.

The thick, haunted knife broke into pieces and fell between him and the Purgatory Mountain Cleric.

Blood gushed from the Purgatory Mountain Cleric, and he grabbed the heart of the Purgatory Mountain Cleric in his dark hands.

This vibrant heart exudes hot air and is still beating.

Those who had previously shouted and approached him, the Red Robe of Purgatory shadows all stopped and his body continued to tremble.

Not only did Zhang Ping's hands harder and more indestructible than those refined in Purgatory Mountain, but all of them sensed that the moment Zhang Ping killed those three Purgatory Mountain clerics, there was some power in the spiritual power dissipated from the three Purgatory Mountain clerics, sucked into Zhang Ping's body.

This perception, like a true demon king, is devouring the silence of death and turning it into its own power!

Not far behind Zhang Ping, in the Heavenly Devil's Plains, volcanic eruptions of demonic beasts have already appeared, and some low-ranking Purgatory Mountain Red Robe clerics have sensed it.

“You should be faithful to me. ”

At this point, Zhang Ping made a sound, the fresh, beating heart in his palm, which turned into burning ash in his hand.

His voice became extraordinarily dignified at this point.

The blood-red tide of purgatory mountain red robe clerics began to tremble constantly.

Zhang Ping looked at these red robe clerics in Purgatory Mountain who were temporarily afraid to go forward and said with no emotion: “Don't forget, I was determined by the master and six elders to be absolutely loyal to Purgatory Mountain more than once. ”

He shook down the burning ashes in his hand, shook his fists, stretched out a finger, lit the body of the elder standing in the dead Purgatory Mountain, indifferent and cold, and said: "So the man who betrayed the ruler and Purgatory Mountain cannot be me, but this rebellion! You should not question me, but be absolutely faithful to me! ”

There was a Purgatory Mountain Red Robe cleric who could not help but kneel down and submit.

Yet there were also voices of reproach and anger rang out.

“Your demonic transformation clearly transcends our demonic transformation of Purgatory Mountain. ”

“Your refining method should also be obtained in the Heavenly Devil's Plains. ”

“And including these firemen! You can control these firemen, but you didn't give them to the conductor. You hide too much from the conductor. These alone can already treat you as a traitor in Purgatory Mountain! ”

Zhang Ping's eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew exactly what he was supposed to do now, otherwise even if he could command the Fire Queen to kill all the Red Robe clerics in Purgatory Mountain, the Purgatory Mountain would become a true Dead Volcano, which would mean nothing to him.

So he moved toward the forefront of these, denouncing and opposing his Red Robe clerics.

Yet it was also at this moment that his cold, hard heart trembled violently and his eyes twitched slightly.

He was in pain.

For he saw a familiar figure among those who opposed himself and were loyal to the former Purgatory Mountain Taoists.

It was an old Purgatory Mountain Red Robe cleric.

It was the Purgatory Mountain Red who risked his life to tell him that he was on the list of demonic transformations that season and to give him the opportunity to decide whether or not to practice demonic transformation.

The old Purgatory Mountain Red Robe cleric is equivalent to giving him a life.

“Why are you here? ”

Zhang Ping's eyes fell on the old Purgatory Mountain cleric, and he asked painfully.

“I'm sorry. ”

Then he closed his eyes painfully.

He stopped looking at these Purgatory Mountain Red Robe priests in front of him, but by perception he rushed to them.

A soldier's blade fell on him too.

His body, which was much tougher than that of a regular practitioner, began to bleed, but because of the thick black smoke and flames surrounding him, all the Red Robe priests of the Purgatory Mountain could not see the bleeding of his body and saw only a brutal and rapid killing.

His body runs through these groups of Purgatory Mountain gods who oppose him, a Purgatory Mountain god turned to ash under a purple red flame, and a Purgatory Mountain god turned into a beach shattered limb under his dark hands.

As another giant fireman emerged from the hot air of the Hot River, all the gods of the Purgatory Mountain Red who opposed him in the forefront were dead.

Zhang Ping stood on black grey and broken flesh.

He closed his eyes and slowly opened them.

He was also badly wounded, and even some of his guts were pierced, yet he still did not fall.

No more voices of opposition were heard, and all the Red Robe clerics knelt down on the ground, trembling and putting their faces on black rocks and dust.

Zhang Ping walked through these red robe clerics kneeling on the ground, as if walking through a sea of blood.

A giant fire queen slowly followed him.

He slowly entered the highest peak of Purgatory Mountain, not returning to his cave, but into the highest black temple.

The Red Throne in the Black Temple is gone.

But the giant fireman leaned down, and he sat on his broad back.

All Purgatory Mountain Red Robe clerics began to gather under this highest volcano, kneeling again.

Zhang Ping looked indifferently at this empty temple.

From now on, he is the master of Purgatory Mountains.