Immortal Devil Transformation

The wind roared, Mr. Lan Da did not know what Angkoye and Lin Xie and others were talking about. He was angry at himself as the first swordsman of Qingxian College in the past. Today, even a sword seriously injured Lin Xie could not be caught. In the wind and snow weaving, the figure of Lin Xie in the carriage gradually intertwined with the figure of the old Dean Zhang in his eyes, and seemed to be no different.

In this illusion, he breathed hard and suddenly felt a sense of fear again.

There seemed to be a deadly threat approaching, yet he did not understand where the deadly threat came from, his body was extremely cold, yet the unspeakable dryness in his body was pouring over.

In his mind, the figure of Dean Zhang and Lin Xi disappeared from many previous battles and was occupied by a woman in his memory, Snow White.

Snow outside him seemed to turn into a bright red duvet at this moment, and he heard an unusually heavy gasp in his throat, as well as an unusually heavy breath from the four fireheads.

At this time, the South Palace next to Lin Xie did not reach out her hand. She held Lin Xie's long sword. It was only a fraction of a breath. Her body was as strong as a backseat force and a shock. The two axles of this regular carriage cracked at the same time. The sword turned into a rainbow and proceeded in a pure straight line to reach Mr. Langda.

All of Mr. Lan's consciousness is intertwined with this sword light.

* A sword appeared in the woman's hand in his mind. At this time, he had understood what was causing such an anomaly. However, the sword was stronger than the one just in the evening. The black and red sword in his hand had just taken off, and the sword had come down mightily, pressing his black and red sword against his chest.

His body flew out uncontrollably.

The flying sword swept out of his back with a thick cloud of blood mist.

At this moment, he was somewhat confused. All he saw was Ankoye and Qin Xieyue running in the snow with Lin Xie and Nangong Mi.

“Pong!”

He fell heavily and his body continued to slide in the snow.

After more than ten steps of gliding, he stood unconsciously.

It wasn't until he stood up that he realized he had lost all his strength.

He looked up and saw the four firemen roaring in the snow, seemingly completely losing track of Lin Xie and others. Then he lowered his head and saw that his chest was completely empty.

Through the big hole in his chest, he can see the bloody snow behind him and the black night sky.

He saw that the flesh in his body was also black.

He thought of his life and suddenly felt incredible pain, and then fell and died.

……

“What kind of drug is that? ”

Lin Xi couldn't help but look at Anchoy and ask.

In addition to Ankoei, he and Nangong Mi Zhong and Qin Xie Yue all had a real feeling for the rest of their lives after the robbery.

After the heavily wounded Mr. Lan Da's sword, his soul strength was constantly dissolved by him. At this moment, in the cold wind, his body felt a tingling cold and his lips began to freeze a little blue.

Hearing his question in Anchorage, she answered in a reading tone: "Yes * … it should be the strongest * in the world. ”

Although many of the Royal Pharmaceutical Department's recalcitrant freshmen joked privately after being admitted to the hospital, often the drugs they most wanted to refine were either * laxatives or laxatives, Anchor responded at this moment and had to let Lin Xie and others all stand still.

“Demon Eye Flower...”

Angkoye saw Lin Yi's cold, she hesitated slightly, pinched Lin Yi's body with her hands and affixed herself more tightly. This seemed to be a very normal move for the battle and escape at this moment, but made the red cloud on her face thicker. She subconsciously explained: "During the battle of Dongjingling Ling, Shaohua Ling and Falling Star Ling, we recognized the utility of the Demon Eye Flower, and then, as the college intended, to see if we could refine drugs that could greatly improve our strength before the Purgatory Mountain Teacher came to Chiba Guan. Because Magic Eye Flowers can greatly stimulate the level of human excitement. If the ability to react and perceive, and even dominate the battle of the body beyond its normal limits, is greatly enhanced… even if the user has some sequelae, it is worth sacrificing for many of us as long as it is able to kill the Purgatory Mountain Teacher. But the efforts of our pharmacy ultimately failed… the drug that was produced, which has a great illusion effect, became the strongest *. ”

“Whatever the medicine is, it's a good one as long as it kills the opponent.” Nangong looked at Ankoei and asked seriously: "It's just that the influence time of this drug is only dozens of cents, so we have to leave immediately? ”

Anchoy nodded: "In the battle between you and Zhang Ping, our college obtained several copies of his two firemen's blood. So I'm sure this drug is also useful for Fire Queen, but it doesn't last long. Even in the presence of this drug, there is always a fighting instinct in the face of the threat of death. ”

Nangong raised his eyebrows: “If Lin Xie and I are not injured, we can kill those four firemen. ”

Anchoy nodded.

“This drug will continue to be useful in the future.” Nangong looked at her and said, "It should also be useful to Zhang Ping in the future. ”

When he heard her say this, Ankoye was silent for a moment and shook his head: “Nobody knows how far Zhang Ping's body will advance, and this medicine may not work for him in the future. ”

Nangong Mihong was silent again.

How many secrets does the fire chief still hold in Zhang Ping's hand that are extremely unfavourable to them?

……

……

Three majestic and * to unimaginable Big Buddha half buried in Yellow Sand Dunes.

Each of these three clothes is wrinkled by a bigger Buddha than a train, with fresh water hovering in a wide canal.

Beyond this great Buddha is a deep gulf, a huge canyon.

Some glittering golden Buddha palaces are built in this deep canyon, slightly above the horizon. In the runes on the mountain walls and temples, soft Buddhist light emerges, forming a fuzzy circular Sanskrit language that converges into a golden Buddha Sea.

This is like a temple, another practice sanctuary besides Qingluo College, Purgatory Mountain.

Zhenbilu and Yunhai sit in some cliff cave covered by Buddha light.

In front of the bald monk, sits an old Yellow Eyebrow monk.

“Please forgive me. ”

True Vilu and Cloud Sea salute, neither of them said anything superfluous because they knew that the other must know where their confusion was.

The old monk Huang Mei looked at Zhenbilu and Yunhai and said with sadness: “The Buddha has many incarnations, as does the devil. ”

Zhenbilu and Yunhai knew that there must be a profound meaning in the words of Old Monk Huang Mei, but they still couldn't understand it, so Zhenbilu said again: “The disciple is unknown. ”

“Buddha could be a demon, and Demon could be a Buddha.” The old monk Huang Mei looked at Zhenbilu and Yunhai with no sadness and no joy and said faintly.

The eyes of Zhenvilu and Yunhai are shocked.

Zhenbilu's brow frowned and a piece of his eyebrow aroused, and he opened his mouth and was about to make a sound. Yet the old monk Huang Mei has spoken out again: “The devil wants to take control of the world, he has an evil incarnation to conquer the world with fear and despair, and he must also have a good incarnation to summon another part of the world. ”

Yunhai's eyes opened incredibly, and he stood still and asked: "Master... are you saying that we are like temples, but only a means used by demons to control the world? ”

Old Monk Huang Mei looked at him and said: "Exactly, it was. ”

True Vilu and the Sea of Clouds immersed in the light of Buddha are unspeakable. They thought about the myriad possibilities, but did not think that Old Monk Huang Mei would give such an answer.

“For those who truly prevail over the world, whether evil or good, it is only his means to rule the world. When many people struggle desperately against the rule of the devil for the good of their hearts, they do not know that they themselves are under the control of the devil. The Demon King watched the world at the top, laying down chess pieces, fighting between good and evil, only a play under his control.” The old monk Huang Mei said slowly.

True Vilu's eyebrows drummed higher, and he asked softly, "Master, is it true that we were only a legacy of the Demonic Sect at the earliest, and have been under the control of the Demonic Sect before? ”

Old Yellow Eyebrow looked at him and gently extended his fingers, pointing at him and somewhere in the canyon behind the Cloud Sea.

Zhenbilu and Yunhai turned around and saw two small temples there.

“The demons and the Buddha of the world, to a true demon king, are like two houses. He entered the house on the left today, and the house on the left belongs to him, and he is the owner of the house on the left. Tomorrow he wants to go into the house on the right, and he's the owner of the house on the right.” Old Monk Huang Mei said: "The two houses did not belong to him until he was finally defeated. ”

Yunhai thought about it and asked: "Master, we are like if the temple was originally another incarnation of the Demon King, it belongs to another vein of his inheritance, it is used by him, then listen to you, then such an era will eventually disappear. The practitioners of future generations have at best gained some experience from previous times, so what does it have to do with Purgatory Mountain? Why does it seem that neither the former Purgatory Mountain Master nor the present Zhang Ping have us in sight at all? ”

Old Monk Huang Mei looked at him and said: "We are like the first monks to establish the Goddess Army if there was once a division in the temple, and only the first monks to break away from the temple who possessed the modus operandi of the Valley Heart. Now that I have said this to you, you should also understand that only violent conflicts of beliefs and ideas can lead to divisions like the Temple. ”

“So the reason we split like a temple was because we found that our inheritance like a temple came only from the incarnation of demons?” Yunhai said stubbornly.

“More than that.” Old Monk Huang Mei shook his head and pitied: “If the true Demon King built two houses, he would surely have the keys to enter them, and he would not allow the people in the house to betray him. That discovery in the endless desert pointed to the fact that we, the practitioners of the temple, may have the means to control us, just as the Fire King does today. ”

“In the record of that discovery… this means can even control our bodies.” After Huang Mei's old monk paused, he looked at Zhenbilu and Yunhai, which became more and more shocking, and went on to say: “So after that discovery, many people like the temple were afraid that someone could possess the means of the Demon King, so they left the temple and became painstaking monks walking alone in the land of no one, avoiding the world. Some monks abandoned the vast majority of the practice of the temple and eventually became the present Goddess Army. Others remained in the Temple, adhering to good intentions, and began to seek ways to change themselves, sever ties with demons. ”

“As long as they are practitioners of the Temple, they are likely to be easily controlled by the Demon King.” Truly Vilusumu asks: “So we are still practitioners of the temple today? Can the practitioners of Purgatory Mountain restrain or even control us? ”

“After that great transformation of the temple, over the long years, we, the ancient practitioners of the temple, have radically changed the practice of kung fu, even making great sacrifices, completely destroying some powerful practices. We could have fought him even if the old demon king had been reborn.” Lady Huang Mei looked at Zhenbilu and Yunhai and said: “But after the division, if there was a monk from the temple who went far away to the heavens and the earth, he wanted to get some devil king's cultivation methods, from the devil king's cultivation methods, to completely cut off the connection with the devil, but eventually he became the purgatory mountain teacher, and became the teacher of the purgatory mountain teacher who died before Chiba Guan. ”

Yunhai shook his body constantly, “Master, you mean the Purgatory Mountain Teacher, we are like the Temples? ”

Old Monk Huang Mei nodded slowly, "In a sense, Purgatory Mountain today is another branch of our temple. ”

Zhen Bilu and Yunhai were unable to speak for a moment.

“The man knew that the vast majority of us like the temple had changed our methods, so after obtaining some magical means, he had the means to target us like the temple. Apart from the pulsating monk of Valley's heart, who had left the Temple before him, he could not know that those monks could not have any means to restrain themselves from the change in their methods.” Old Monk Huang Mei looked at the unspeakable True Vilu and Yunhai and said: “So we attach great importance to the legacy of this door. ”

“So for so many years, the Purgatory Mountain Teacher and our kind of temple have had an indescribable acquiescence, his eyes have always been only on Yunqin, and the enemies in his eyes are only Yunqin and Qingqing College.” SinVilu was silent for a long time before speaking out.

Old Monk Huang Mei nodded and said nothing.

Yunhai white-faced, said: “Although the Purgatory Mountain Teacher has been replaced for two consecutive terms, Zhang Ping has reached today, but the means of practicing Gongfu like our temple must also remain in the secrets of Purgatory Mountain, and will surely be obtained by Zhang Ping, so Zhang Ping does not regard us as a threat. ”

“We can choose to escape, or hide in some Buddhist light in the temple. Yet he was unable to face the true Purgatory Mountain Teacher and to fight him.” Old Monk Huang Mei said without sorrow or joy: “This is the fate of our temple as it is now. ”

“There must be a way to change this fate.” Jan Vilu looked at him and said.

“Xuanyuan shares your thoughts.” The old monk Huangmei looked at the yellow sand spilled at the mouth of the distant canyon and said slowly.