Immortal Devil Transformation

“Why?”

The man in the long shirt was not angry, just asked quietly.

Yun Qin Di Da, in addition to Qingxian, Thunder, Xianxian University College, there are no more than a hundred places and colleges of practice. Bailu College is not yet famous among the other hundred houses, but it can stand on its heels and become a place of practice and inheritance. Naturally there have been some outstanding priest-class characters, and naturally also has its own pride.

Bailou College is a sword dean, that is, this long-dressed and elegant man, less than forty years old, but the cultivation has reached the rank of a great master. He is also one of the most likely to become a saint in the entire province of Qixiaohang, and his experience is quite complicated. He originated from Mr. Private School, then joined the side army, became a practitioner and was then adopted as a disciple by the former dean of Bailou College, and compared to the general practitioner, he has more than a frightening wave before and less astonishing temperament.

In previous days, he had also heard some specific details about Zhang Ping and Lin Xie's confrontation in Zhongzhou City. When this middle-aged cleric of Purgatory Mountain appeared in the sight of Bailou College, he could already be sure that Zhang Ping, who had received the complete inheritance of the ancient practitioners, was still alive.

In the past, Purgatory Mountain and Thousand Demons only received an incomplete inheritance of one or two ancient practitioners of Heavenly Demons, which became a powerful practice sanctuary for countless years in the world. Of course, he knew that Zhang Ping, who had received the complete inheritance of Heavenly Demons, was terrible. However, like Xu Proverbs and the cold town of Nan and Yongjia, the forces accumulated over the years still controlled the Imperial City of Zhongzhou as gatekeepers and military forces, but the imperial decree issued in the name of the Imperial City Cabinet was still unrecognized in many places. Many provinces throughout Yunqin had countless different opinions. Like many Yunqin practitioners, Shanfeng swords naturally had their own temper.

A random sender wants to be submissive, and such words and actions are naturally ridiculous in the eyes of a sword.

If a coarser practitioner is replaced, I'm afraid the answer is not the word "why”, but it must be “sending someone to subjugate a college, he really thinks he is the leader of the Jianghu Alliance, the ruler of the practitioner world? ”

The middle-aged priest in Purgatory Mountain, dressed in a different red robe, looked up at Sang Feng, his lips slightly opened, but without waiting for him to make a sound, a white swordsman in a robe with a long blue sheath sword appeared at the door of the White Lou College.

“Yeah, why? ”

The white-sided swordsman saluted Sang Feng's sword and said softly.

“Brother Zhao. ”

He bowed his sword and gave back his gift, his eyes warm.

This Zhao Ruling is the most famous swordsman of the Zhao family name valves in Qixiaohang province. Although he is not deeply involved in weekdays, it is naturally moving to come to help at this time.

“He who is deviled by me shall have eternal life. ”

The middle-aged priest in Purgatory Mountain has the same face and chants peacefully.

Sang Feng frowned slightly with his sword and smiled shamelessly: "Get the same power as the six old monsters before you? Six old monsters. Didn't they die long ago? There is no one in this world who can live forever… only spirit and faith can circulate forever. ”

The middle-aged priest in Purgatory Mountain looked at Sang Feng with disappointment and shook his head, “No, the world can circulate indestructibly, and there is fear. ”

“In the deepest fear, human thoughts tend to end up becoming simple, thinking only about their survival, or surviving better than those around them, and no longer thinking about what it means to live.” After a slight meal, the middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain looked calmly at Sang Feng Sword and walked to Zhao Ruling, beside Sang Feng Sword, and said slowly: “Don't forget that Purgatory Mountain used to subjugate the whole great recklessness, so don't think that the whole Yun Qin would not succumb. Over time, everything will change. ”

“That's unless all the Yun Qin people like me are killed.” Sang Feng looked at the middle-aged cleric of Purgatory Mountain and said seriously.

Zhao Ruling, the famous swordsman standing beside him, smiled slightly and sounded clear. He pulled out the long sword in his hand.

His long sword is also blue, and his sword has a layer of symbols on it, like a layer of flowers.

This long sword stretches slowly forward, pointing to the middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain.

However, just as this sword was stretched flat, Zhao Ruling's left hand moved slightly. A soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings was like a viper. It burst out of his left hand sleeve in silence and lightning, at an alarming speed, into Sang Feng's small belly.

Sang Feng sent a loud roar, and a moonlike sword struck Zhao Ruling's face.

Zhao Ruling stepped back ten steps and stood still. His right eyebrow was bloody and his entire right eyebrow was cut off, leaving a bone wound.

Sang Feng's right hand index finger also wrapped a very soft, very elongated silver and white soft sword. His left hand covered his belly, but blood continued to gush out of his finger seams.

The middle-aged Purgatory Mountain Red Robe cleric, although judging by his soul strength, was only a middle-class practitioner of the Great Powers, but after Zhang Ping took over Purgatory Mountain, the means of Purgatory Mountain became more strange, and all his attention had been focused on the middle-aged cleric in Purgatory Mountain. When Zhao Ruling sneaked the sword at him, it was too late. Zhao Ruling's sword was fully powerful and his bursting power had shattered his abdominal organs.

“You are from Yunqin.” Sang Feng's face quickly lost gray, and a moment of anger faded in his face. He just looked at Zhao Ruling with a despicable and pathetic look and said five words.

“Purgatory Mountain is also ruled by the Yun Qin people.” Zhao Ruling looked at Sang Feng's sword and took out a piece of Jin Pa and wiped the blood from his eyes, quietly softly said: “I have my choice. ”

“A good man doesn't do it, he's a dog.” Sang Feng sat slowly on the ground, his eyes had begun to blur and his breath was faint, yet he still mocked in a low voice: “A stronger dog, too, remains a dog. ”

……

True Dragon Mountain, in the Grand Palace of Wujiang.

Zhang Ping sat on a golden dragon chair, dropping his head slightly and looking at the woman across the street.

The woman's face is beautiful and her lips are as thin as a sword. It is precisely Princess Yun Qin who is the eldest Sun Muyue.

“Do you know what I'm doing right now? ”

Zhang Ping's indifferent voice began to echo in Wujiang Palace.

Chang Sun Muyue looked at the former Qingyu College student and remained silent.

Zhang Ping should be very young, but now she can't tell his age from his face.

“I sent many people to Yunqin, to find the folk Yunqin practitioners, to the practice places, and then told them to submit to me.” Zhang Ping looked indifferent and said slowly.

Chang Sun Muyue raised his head and said with a slight chill: “You're just looking for a way to die. ”

Zhang Ping looked at her expressionlessly and said: “I want to hear your reasons. ”

Chang Sun Mu Yue sneered: “The Yun Qin people have learned to be straight in decades. You want them to bend over overnight to be dogs? By doing so, you will only make countless enemies of yourself. You should know for yourself that even now, even in Chinatown, the army continues to rebel, to fight. Not to mention trying to subjugate the whole practitioner world. ”

“That's your reason.” Zhang Ping said indifferently, "but I have my reasons. I climbed up from the lowest apprentice in Purgatory Mountain. In Purgatory Mountain, I not only repaired the demonic transformation, but also learned more ways of purgatory mountain reign in the world. ”

“Lin Xi has always wanted to change Yun Qin by gentle means, however, I am not Lin Xi. I don't care about the lives and deaths of some people… I know of course that the vast majority of people I send out will fail, but I do so, but I can get all the Yun Qin practitioners to start standing in line so that I can clearly distinguish between my enemies and those I can use. And you should also understand that there are still people who can't resist the temptation of power. They will kill each other, so I can save many disciples loyal to my Purgatory Mountain and let more Yunqin practitioners die in their own killing. ”

Listening to the sound of Zhang Ping, Chang Sun Muyue's lips became even less bloody, and her voice trembled slightly: “You lunatic. ”

“What does this have to do with me? Everyone has a demon king in their hearts. I just release the demon king in their hearts.” Zhang Ping raised his head slightly and looked deeply at Chang Sun Muyue. "In a sense, you and I are the same person. You abandoned your own brother, I abandoned Qingyu College. You should stand with me. ”

“Unleash the demon king in everyone's heart, what will this world look like?” Grandson Mu Moon bit his teeth and looked at him. "Even if you killed me, I couldn't stand with you. ”

“They will live in fear and then surrender to the true Demon King.” Zhang Ping was not angry, he just looked at Chang Sun Muyue calmly and said faintly: “I will let you change your mind. ”

After that, he gently detected a flame.

A Purgatory Mountain Red Goddess walked in and gave a gift to Chang Sun Mu Moon, who then took the silent Chang Sun Mu Moon out of the hall.

When the Purgatory Mountain Red Goddess and elder grandson Muyue left the hall, Zhang Ping heavily breathed in the empty cold hall, and became more and more impatient. He had a purple golden glossy face, which became purple red due to impatient breathing.

His body's veins began to float to the surface of his skin, as if there were cracks in his body that were about to open.

There was a glimmer of hesitation in his cold eyes, but only momentarily, his eyes became apathetic and firm.

He took out another bottle of white jade, opened it, shook the liquid inside into a mist and inhaled it into his mouth and stomach.

His breathing slowed, his face slowly became red, and his eyes became stronger and brighter than usual.

Throughout the hall, the intoxicating fragrance of the Devil's Eye grew as he breathed hot.