Immortal Devil Transformation

There was endless fury spraying on both sides of the burning fire.

Then the two burning firemen started walking forward, and the hard tunnel ground was quickly torn apart, and then directly turned into a beach of hot magma in a very short time.

The scorching airflow erupted like a fountain from the dry pond entrance. Even the erupted airflow had a red smell. The rain sounds of the pond outside the town changed colors. I don't know what happened inside.

Qin Xie Yue and Hua Xie Yue, who flew back at full speed, felt burning particles burning the pulmonary tubes and could not breathe at all.

Driven by the chains of Zhang Ping, the dead firemen rose and walked again, and the fire filled with the scent of the sacred steps was a scene they had never seen before.

Zhang Ping hid too much.

He has received too much inheritance from the Heavenly Devil's Landscape, and at this moment he is like a practitioner of the Ancient Immortal Demon Period not documented in the history books.

So now the battle is like a collision between today's practitioners and the world of ancient practitioners. Is this ancient battle, today's practitioners, likely to win?

……

Nangong Mihong is also retreating.

Yet she has no feelings at all like Qin Xieyue and Hana Silent Moon. In her world, whether the other party is a monster or a more powerful practitioner than her, as long as the battle begins, the only thing that dominates her is a pure sense of combat.

Her eyes also seemed to burn as soon as the two firemen began to run.

The power on her flying sword erupted again, revealing an illusion of a sea monster king.

Her sword completely detached from Zhang Ping's circumference, but instead of directly slashing the fiery fire on both ends, she slashed the chain between Zhang Ping and the two.

The flying sword and chains intersect to make a louder sound wave.

The snow outside the workshop outside, all jumped up, several Yunqin armies surrounding the workshop all felt the original cold air, began to fill with a fiery smell.

The chains in contact with the flying sword are straightened for a moment and then broken.

The sword of Nangong Miao is like an iron stick of the Divine King, swept through it in a rough position, dozens of chains broken and broken.

Just a few steps from both ends, the fire leader stepped on the ground and poured back several lava-floating footprints, and the flames on his body quickly extinguished.

Nangong Miao is indeed a practitioner who knows more about combat than Lin Xie. At this moment, she judged that the attack on the Fire Crew itself did not necessarily stop the two Fire Crew, the most effective way to break the chain between Zhang Ping and the two Fire Crew.

At the first moment of this ancient confrontation, she broke Zhang Ping's blow in this simple and crisp way.

Many pieces of the chain splashed onto Zhang Ping and struck countless sparks.

However, Zhang Ping was laughing.

Mori's cold laughter has a unique metallic vibration, unlike a human voice.

Nangong's uncentric body sinks sharply.

Her sword was also stained with a flame.

This slightly purple flame kept burning her soul power attached to the flying sword, making her sword seem hundreds of times heavier than usual, making her body unusually heavy as if it were dragging heavy objects.

In the next moment, Nangong did not really understand the essence of this.

Her sword retracted rapidly between the two falling fire bearers and stopped suddenly a few feet in front of her, then she stopped all her soul power delivery, truly abandoned the sword, severing all ties to the sword.

The flying sword dinged on the floor.

The slightly purple flame flashes and fades slowly on the sword.

At a moment when the flame was completely extinguished, she sprayed her soul again, lifting the flying sword.

Her flying sword is no longer unusual.

However, Zhang Ping is still laughing.

His laughter was even more ruthless and powerful: “You are indeed the most talented practitioner of Yunqin. In such a short period of time, you want to understand that this flame is burning the very power of the soul, the more powerful power of the soul, but it is only equivalent to adding fuel to this flame. Your total breaking of the power of the soul is truly the best breaking method, yet you cannot change the very thing… In the age of immortal warfare, those practitioners of immortals can stop and resist this flame with the natural energy of heaven and earth, yet these practices have been lost in today's practice world. Every time a flame burns, it still consumes a lot of your soul power. How could you beat me? ”

In his laughter, he started to move.

Lost the blockage of Nangong's uncentral flying sword. Even though Lin Xie has already deployed Twilight Sword, he alone can no longer stop Zhang Ping from moving forward.

Zhang Pingsheng passed through the countless transparent swords and walked forward.

Countless transparent swords staggered each other, cutting out countless bright sword marks on the surface of his armor, but as the light went away, his armor surface still left no trace.

“Back off!”

Faced with Zhang Ping's laugh, Nangong Wei Zhong just spit out a word that Lin Xie had just said.

By spewing such a word at this moment, she has also admitted in her heart that she cannot stop Zhang Ping and cannot kill Zhang Ping.

……

Lin Xi was lightly coughing.

After killing the Shadow Saint, he had entered Zhang Ping's situation, his body had suffered some losses. After the battle against Emperor Yunqin, now any time he used his full strength, he would have made his injuries worse.

Yet while retreating with a slight cough, he said, “What have you done with the Elder Princess? ”

Zhang Ping also knew Lin Xi very well, especially Lin Xi in front of his friends, is the kind of person who is very clear and easy to understand, so he understood Lin Xi's thoughts at this moment, and he mocked and replied: “Why, are you still alive? ”

Zhang Ping knew that Lin Xi entered the Holy See for a short time, but that Lin Xi was probably the weakest of the existing saints, but because Lin Xi's gift of God, he also knew that true life and death had been slaughtered. Lin Xi was the strongest saint in the world, just like Nangong Weichuang.

Faced with Lin Xie and Nangong Miao, the two most powerful practitioners in the world, and seeing that Lin Xie and Nangong Miao could not stop him from moving forward, he also began to feel the invincibility of the Purgatory Mountain Teacher at the beginning before Chiba Guan.

This invincible, unspeakable feeling is naturally an invincible enjoyment.

So the moment he said that sentence, he slapped the wall next to him.

The hard bluestone walls broke under his metal fingers like the softest tofu, and he didn't even feel any resistance in his palms.

This feeling makes Zhang Ping feel invincible.

He kept moving forward, chasing Lin Xie and Nangong Mi, who swept backwards like a big bird, and then he said, “I can tell you, the Elder Princess is alive, but I haven't figured out how to deal with her yet, maybe I'll make her my second woman? At least she is also the one that countless people throughout Yunqin want but can't get. I can still get the throne of Yunqin through her, but maybe after I kill you, I have no interest in her... There are countless possibilities in this world. After I kill you, who knows how I will feel when I kill you, do I feel that the world finally tastes like nothing, or do I feel that the world is filled with real glory? ”

Lin Xi increasingly felt that he had never really understood Zhang Ping. In the great sadness and anger and disappointment, he didn't even want to talk to Zhang Ping anymore, but his instincts kept reminding him that in order to defeat Zhang Ping, he had to learn more about Zhang Ping's secrets. At this moment, after suppressing for a long time, Zhang Ping erupted. In order to have some kind of spiritual satisfaction, he would also say a lot of things that he would never have said in the ordinary and future.

Lin Xi had to seize such an opportunity, so he made another noise and asked a question that had perplexed him for a long time: “No practitioner can cross a thousand miles to use a soul soldier. How could you do that before Chiba Guan, when those three one-wheeled metal puppets attacked the Purgatory Mountain conductor? ”

“Do you still want to plan for the future, or are you worried that I can call a one-wheeled metal puppet freely across the mountains?” Zhang Ping saw through Lin Yi's intentions, but he was unable to overcome his emotions and desires, so he mocked: “I can tell you that your fears are superfluous. Even in the days of the Immortal Wars, it is impossible for anyone to drive a soldier or metal puppet at such a distance. But these metal puppets and firemen, which were used exclusively by the former practitioners of magic to fight and kill, naturally guarantee that they will continue to kill their enemies when the messenger dies, without threatening their own people. So naturally there will be a small means of breath traction. I did my hand and my foot on the palm of the Purgatory Mountain. Only when the energy rush is to a certain extent will a seal on the giant beacon be broken away, then the uniwheel metal puppet will naturally lock in the purgatory mountain palace by means of a scribbling sensation. This is where the Purgatory Mountain Teacher normally uses a single metal puppet, which is no stranger, but instead becomes the secret of his enemies at the end of the battle. I know that a real big man like Purgatory Mountain Teacher will not hesitate to leave his giant battle, so this arrangement can be said to be no surprise. ”

“I can even tell you that this near-finished puppet was also brought to me by me in my giant jar. The shipment arrived here before it was truly completed. ”

Lin Xi et al. retreated and attacked extremely fast. In his narrative, Lin Xi et al. and he have all rushed out of this hidden underground workshop, with a blazing airflow, appearing in the sight of everyone outside.