Immortal Devil Transformation

Zhang Ping stopped.

He was unable to kill a dead man.

He turned to look at Lin Xi.

“Don't you get it?” In the bloodshed of that Yunqin soldier, Lin Xi looked at Zhang Ping's angry cry: “For the vast majority of Yunqin people, the interests of the Empire prevail over everything. At this moment, he would rather die than want us to use more soul to save him. He did not fight for us, but made sacrifices for this empire. I wonder how many people have given their lives for this empire. You're not the only one suffering, and you're still alive...”

“If I give up killing you, will this empire be perfect?” Zhang Ping ruthlessly interrupted Lin Xi's words, "you think perfection is not my perfection. ”

“Stop talking to him. ”

Nangong looked at Lin Xi and said: "Unless you can beat him to the ground, it might make sense to say something else. ”

Lin Xi silenced down and stopped making noise.

……

The copper bell hung under one roof was swept by the wind currents brought by Lin Yue and others, but it was not too late to make a pleasant sound, and the copper bell was smashed into pieces by the armor of Zhang Ping along with this roof.

A strange and thrilling chase unfolded in the streets of Chinatown.

All the practitioners on Lin Xi's side, all following Lin Xi and Nangong Miao, became faint shadows.

The black wings of the armor on Zhang Ping's body widened slightly. Heavy armor continued to glide and fly a few feet from the ground, closely following Lin Xie and others.

However, only after plundering hundreds of steps away, Lin Xie et al. and Zhang Ping landed almost simultaneously in the snow next to the street and stopped.

Only such a chase has convinced Lin Xie et al. that even in heavy armor, Zhang Ping's soul strength in the chase will not be more intense under the wind of Zhang Ping's wings.

Zhang Ping is a saint, Lin Xie and Nangong Mi are saints, however, the rest of Qin Xieyue and Ji Yunyin are not saints.

Instead of exhausting all the soul power in the escape and turning it into a defenceless existence, it is better to lay your strength on Zhang Ping before then.

Since it's impossible to lose each other, there's only war!

Lin Xifeng looked at Zhang Ping in the snow across the street. There were countless ways to fight the practitioners. However, today the other party is wearing a hard shell that can't even be attacked by the power of the sacred steps. The countless means turned into only one. Only pure force can knock the other party's hard shell, see when the hard shell can be knocked open.

……

Zhang Ping's eyes fell on Qin Xieyue.

He reached out to Qin Xiayue.

“Come to me… instead of accompanying him and Qingxian College to destroy, let me witness an unprecedented world. ”

His voice was filled with unspeakable enchantment, and the sound waves even brought many transparent symbols into the air.

Many of the people who stayed far away were unable to resist the temptation of such a voice, and their eyes began to get confused and flash, moving unconsciously towards him.

Yet a clear voice rang out.

For example, there is a quiet bloom in the long alley, as someone walks through a bottle of wine in the shadow, hitting a long, sheathless knife on the waist with a finger.

Qin Xiayue raised her head and glanced at Lin Yi.

Then she moved slowly towards Zhang Parallel.

Lin Xi and Nangong Weichong and all others, also with him, headed towards Zhang parallel.

“What a heart-to-heart scene.” Zhang Ping scoffed softly and shook his head.

……

Six dark green arrows broke first.

At the moment of Pool Muang's hand, Pool Sam's tiny body, also suspended by a sharp eruption of soul power, shook countless traces of blood inside her ink-green robe, giving off a fresh and sweet scent.

A luminous lucidum that once appeared against the Enemy Sea Demon King flashed to seduce green fluorescence and was generated in her hand, then quickly dimmed and disappeared.

Many grass roots emerged suddenly in the snow, and many fine rootstocks spread over the inscriptions of Zhang Ping's armor. They were continuously cut apart by the electric rays inside, but they kept growing and stabbed in.

Qin Xieyue's fingers gently bounced on his wrist like a flower on a bell. Numerous light green lines suddenly appeared in the air and swung on Zhang Ping's armor.

Lin Xi and Nangong Miao's flying sword also broke into the sky at this moment, along with the six starting to burn arrows, while falling on Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping felt pain at this moment.

He felt himself squeezed by many mountains at the same time.

Especially at the moment when the strange green fluorescent Ganoderma appeared and disappeared in Chishan's hands, he felt countless subtle dust entering his body, and then these subtle dust grew rapidly in his body.

Yet he felt like he really had become a demon.

Faced with Qin Xieyue and Lin Xie and others doing their best, he seemed to have an indescribable relief and happiness in pain.

“I've always wanted to beat you. ”

A joyful voice rang from the depths of his heart.

Faced with these forces of oppression on the armor and deep into the body, he did only one thing.

He burned himself.

A myriad of tiny purple-red flames are generated from his body, spreading his whole body, burning all the fine dust that penetrates his body into ashes, and then penetrating out of his body and into the inscriptions of his armor.

The ruby blue armored surface, a purple red flame bear burned.

This magic fire is called "Phage”.

……

The arrows burning in the pond instantly vaporized and even the dust disappeared.

Soul-induced winter grass roots melted like wax oil at night, and the white snow on the ground burst into flames as it melted.

Green lines and strange sonic vibrations in the air disappear instantly, with more subtle purple-red flames, like a piece of peach petal, appearing in the air outside Zhang Ping.

Lin Xie and Nangong Miao's Flying Sword Warehouse Emperor retreat.

Only a hint of purple red flame appeared on the sword of the two men, but the sword was scattered instantly.

The flying sword interrupted the delivery of soul power in abrupt retreat, hissing and landing in front of Lin Xi and Nangong Miao.

Inside the armor, Zhang Ping's mouth revealed a little dark blood, but instead he stepped forward and then punched forward.

There was no wind in front of him.

Yet a flame of purple red floating in the air like a firefly flies like a snowflake, pressing against the light outside the sound of the rain in the front pool.

The aura of the heavens and the earth is vibrating.

Pool rain hummed, and the whole body flew backwards again.

Arrows destroyed.

Sword down.

Grass burn.

Sound crack.

……

Zhang Pinyi broke everyone's attack, and his armor surface was still free of any marks.

The white snow in the alley seemed to burn, and the snow-covered houses began to burn in coke.

Countless people who see the scene in the distance are disfigured.

At this time, he seemed stronger than the Purgatory Mountain Palm before Chiba Guan.

However, looking at the approaching metal figure, the more calm Nangong's look. “His soul power is also drained.” She turned to Lin Xie beside her.

Lin Xi nodded.

A pound of soul power once again came out of his body, the flying sword that fell in front of him took off again, in the void in front of Zhang Ping with an amazing shuttle, between moments, with Twilight Sword, three sword arrays in a row!

He has also perceived that Zhang Ping's breath is already somewhat weak and scattered at this moment, which means that Zhang Ping's soul power is drained in large quantities and has begun to be somewhat unsustainable, and Zhang Ping has suffered some internal injuries under their joint blow.

Previously he was worried that Zhang Ping's total soul strength was far greater than his, but now Zhang Ping's irrecoverable breath change makes him certain that Zhang Ping's total soul strength is still not comparable to his “two bowls of water”.

In that case, he is now the most threatening person to Zhang Ping, and he can completely use his own soul power to dissipate Zhang Ping's power.

……

Countless silky crystalline swords bloom outside Zhang Ping's body.

The wind and snow quickly danced, forming a huge circle around the retreating Lin Yue et al. and the attacking Zhang Ping.

Inside the sphere is clear water vapor evaporated by a terrible flame, the middle layer is a thick fog of white, and outside is white snow brought by spinning winds.

This huge circle became bigger and bigger. After Lin Xi's sword did not know how many shuttles it had completed and how many transparent sword marks it had drawn in front of Zhang Ping, it exploded and sputtered thousands of lines.

Hundreds of houses collapsed at this moment with severe tremors.

Lin Xi coughed up blood continuously.

The long sword fell into his hand, his soul power had drained him even so that he could no longer use the flying sword, yet everyone could see that Zhang Ping's blue armor, in all the symbols, those swimming gold wires had also become extremely dim and seemed to extinguish at any moment.

The pale pond poppy held Lin Xie and Chishan.

Without slowly picking her eyebrows, Nangong began to shine a dazzling dark blue glow on her flying sword.

Zhang Ping's soul power is about to run out, but she still has a lot of strength.

And that's when countless metal banging on the earth rang out in distant alleys.

Although the General Yun Qin is dead, his military order continues to be issued.

The heavy cavalry and heavy armor in Zhongzhou City have also rushed in.

In such a more moving iron hoof sound than the thunder of summer and the buzzing of the soul soldiers, Zhang Ping, who had been attacking, also stopped. Faced with the sword that Nangong Miao had begun to accelerate in the air, he slowly lowered his head. All the golden filaments in the inscription on the ruby blue armor outside him, with his lower head, completely extinguished.