Immortal Devil Transformation

Zhang Ping's body was submerged in molten metal and violent energy.

He can't see anything else, he can only see the power to kill him.

Trying to fill the heavens and the earth around him with the power to kill him.

And so I looked at him in cold blood, and I thought the whole world was fighting him.

“The king of demons, all enemies of the world...”

Like the two Purgatory Mountain Red Robe clerics who walked into the southern suburbs, he began to chant in piety.

A huge metal crossbow melted metal droplets piled on him, all sorts of powerful sacred force, impacted him… he couldn't resist that power, and the purple red flame outside him, in a very short period of time difficult for the saints to distinguish, appeared like mulberry leaves eaten by countless mulberries, with countless holes, and then burst away at the next moment.

Burning metal droplets impacted the surface of his armor, firstly sputtering countless gold wires, then piling up more metal droplets. A layer of flowing metal molten liquid appeared outside him, arrowlights and flying swords, while striking hard on his armor.

His armor oscillated at unimaginable high frequencies, squeezing Luo Shenyu on the inner wall of the armor, the inner wall of the armor appeared numerous small cracks, countless fine but powerful forces, through the armor, suppressed on him.

Zhang Ping's skin surface is harder than Bai Jing steel, and countless cracks and crashes occur only at the moment of real contact with the shock and heat of the armor.

As destructive forces penetrated into his body, his flesh and bones were shattered.

“Whoever is king of demons will suffer infinitely, and if he does not destroy the rocks, he will pave the way with the white bones of the mighty, and he will... ”

Yet he is still chanting in piety.

His larynx was broken and he could not make a sound, yet he still chanted in his heart.

His eyes also began to break under the infiltration of power and he could not see any images, yet in his heart he rose up like a pitch-black hell and walked to the highest temple in Purgatory Mountain.

His bones and flesh were shattered, yet all his strength was gathered in his heart, which was still beating mightily.

In a strange rhythm, his heart began to emit countless tiny flames of purple and red that burst into his torn body everywhere.

Instead of collapsing into countless pieces of flesh, his body contracted strangely under the quenching of these flames, under the oppression and shaking of external forces.

His body inside the armor began to shrink, but began to become more concentrated, and his skin even grew darker, slowly appearing purple gold.

A true demon practitioner, thousands of years later, is undergoing a transformation of kings using infinite killing intentions and his own hatred.

Nobody knows the real change in armor.

Under the most vigorous counterattack of Qingyu College, in the eyes of all the people, this monument has been unprecedented, and even practitioners like Nangong Miao could not stop it from moving forward with armor backwards like plough land on the ground.

Burned metal droplets piled on this armor, attacks from Nangong Weizhong and Lin Xie et al., as well as strong college figures such as Zhang Wei, caused the reddish metal solution covered and piled on this armor to stir up countless, like a wave, however, in the preparation and * of the college, this was the largest and most precise firing of ordnance in the history of Yunqin, the waterfall-like giant archery constantly impacted on Zhang Ping, more and more molten metal liquid piles adhered to this armor.

Gradually, I couldn't see the original face of this armor. I saw only this armor like molten cream, but it got taller and taller.

The pounding voice kept ringing.

Finally, a huge, thick crossbow arrow with a tremendous whistling and falling arm could no longer penetrate even the metal that was not condensed, with a single slant inserted on it.

The armor seems to have turned into a giant metal hedge.

……

Is that it?

Many of the Chinese city practitioners who watched this armor from afar, which was bound to be in history, thought of it in cold and numb ways.

The vast majority of them do not believe that anyone can survive in armor like this.

Yet just as the sound of the crossbow strike on the metal began to fade away, slightly closer to the group stationary on the ground, all the people who were still melting the metal heard a slight sound coming from the inside.

Lin Xi breathed hard and looked at the metal that was still melting.

He has exhausted all his strength, and there are countless red knives running through the meridians of his body. At this moment, he senses the hidden air engine inside this molten metal, and he does not know what his mood is at this moment.

“Bum!”

There was another roar above the city building.

At a moment when Zhang Ping in the molten metal was not dead, a commander above the city building issued another order, the horrific metal flood fell from the city wall again, and the devastating iron currents like the waterfall hit the molten metal that had become hedgehogs, knocking the metal out.

Zhang Ping was in a coma.

He doubted in vain that he was about to die.

However, in such a shock, his heart beat violently.

He woke up.

Infinite pain and a new feeling, all over his body at the same time.

“Ah!”

He made a roar.

All the breath was confined to a small space, and he did not make any sound, yet his hands and feet, his entire body, were powerful.

“Boom!”

The metal clump wrapped around him cracked open.

Countless uncondensable metallic fuses and giant crossbows, like volcanic eruptions, splash out, rush up into the sky and fall in all directions.

Countless screams went off.

Many people in the distance fell into the air and fell into a pyramidal red metal in friction with the air, traumatizing or dying directly.

More appalling shouts.

Everyone saw the red armor standing on the ground and moving forward.

As it moves, the metal molten liquid bonded to it splashes on the ground, and its surface begins to turn blue from red.

At its feet, a beach of metal melt is spreading.

The sky is like burning.

The ground is burning, too.

“Go!”

A loud drink came out.

This loud drink was not issued by Lin Xi, but by the South Palace.

She and Zhang Ping have not interacted much, so from the beginning to the end, she was more calm than Lin Xie and Qin Xieyue and others.

She is well aware that if Zhang Ping cannot be killed by such a resolute counterattack from Qingyang College, and even Zhang Ping's armor is not obviously damaged, they will not be able to kill Zhang Ping, the power of the sacred order, or Zhang Ping today.

……

Zhang Ping raised his head again.

The black wings behind him opened again.

His feet stopped touching the ground, and the whole man sounded like a flying sword, like a meteorite, crushing towards Lin Ying!

The speed of this moment completely exceeds that of Lin Yue and others retreating. Even the weapons upstairs in the city will not * be able to make it.

Nangong took a deep breath.

She held her flying sword in her hand, and then connected herself to the sword and stabbed it straight ahead.

In several battles with the smelling of the human moon, she also learned from the smelling of the human moon close sword, the closer the sword to the body, the more powerful the sword.

This is her most powerful sword.

Her sword tip fell on Zhang Ping's chest.

Infinite dark blue flames erupted at the tip of her sword.

Zhang Ping, accompanied by a piece of heaven and earth behind him, seemed to be suppressed by this sword, about to collapse.

This sword is many times heavier than the ruby blue armor, however, Zhang Ping was not shocked and flew backwards.

This is when his right hand grabbed the sword that stabbed him in the chest.

Click.

The sword of Nangong Mi was broken.

Nangong did not want to carry a broken sword and continue to stab forward, yet she could no longer bear the power of the broken sword herself.

“Pfft!”

At a moment when a mist of blood poured out of her mouth, her entire body was also strangely driven by enormous forces and flew across.

Zhang Ping's wings vibrated like a myriad of cicada wings. At this moment, he also paused strangely and floated in the air.

Time seems to have completely stalled at this moment.

Suddenly, however, there was a roar of giant mountain movements.

It looks like the whole Midstate floor is going to vibrate.

Two giant black golden carriages raced along the shadow of the city wall.

There is no horse tow, yet these two black gold carriages are faster than horses tow at the moment.

A brilliant golden thunder flashed in layers in the golden symbols of the carriage, then wrapped the two carriages inside, turning into two giant golden minefields.

A huge golden minefield rushed towards Zhang Ping.

Another giant golden minefield rushed towards the blood-sprayed South Palace Mien and towards the South Palace Mien Lin Xie and others.

Zhang Ping's body pulled up again in an attempt to sweep past the carriage.

Yet the golden thunderbolt on the carriage, as abruptly as it burned, struck him with countless thunderbolts.

Once again, his body was slightly clotted in the air.

“Boom!”

This carriage was heavily collided with the precious blue armor.

All lightning dissipates.

The precious blue armor is embedded in this black golden carriage.

The arms and legs of the precious blue armor moved.

The body of this black golden carriage suddenly cracked and torn apart.

A figure wearing a black robe broke out as a dispersed carriage crashed into the back wall.

Zhang Ping passed through the crumbling black gold carriage, his feet only touched the ground once, and he had reached the front of the black gold carriage that had just been picked up by Lin Xie and others.

Then he stabilised towards the wagon and punched it.