Immortal Devil Transformation

Zhang Ping stood by Lingxia Lake.

Even though the snow still accumulates outside, the shores of Lake Lingxia are still warm as summer and many fireflies are dancing.

The crystal clear and calm waters of the lake reveal a flat face.

He has a very ordinary face.

Of all the students gathered here at the time, he was blind and nobody noticed his presence.

His complexion was dark and his hidden glitter of purple gold was even weirder, yet even his own face in the lake revealed his strength.

When he revealed his whereabouts in the northern realm of Yunqin, the whole world knew that his next step must be to attack Qingyuan College, yet no one could stop him from entering the Four Seasons Plains or even climbing the mountains.

The shores of Lake Lingxia were beautiful and should have been worth remembering, yet at this moment he stood before this clear and calm lake and thought of the faces of many of the golden spoons gathered here at that time, he found the lake's moisture abominable. Even thinking of Lin Xie, Gao Yanan and Wen Xuanyu later became the chosen images, he all hated each other.

Originally he was in the township of Yunqin. He thought everything was good and fair. However, when he arrived here, he saw that countless people were better than himself, and he felt inferior and resentful.

Little resentment was supposed to be just a butterfly fanning wings in the mountains, but after gaining incomparable power, it turned into a huge storm sweeping the world.

“Filled out. ”

Zhang Ping turned indifferently and said the two words to dozens of Purgatory Mountain Red Robe clerics who were kneeling behind him.

As he turned around, he suddenly scraped a wind behind him, and countless crackling waves appeared on the calm Lingxia Lake. Millions of flying fireflies were shattered by the forces he had dissolved, falling on the lake that was no longer calm.

Filling the lake seems to be a boring order, yet the Demon King has more and more followers in the world, and this beautiful lake is doomed to disappear as long as the Demon King still stands.

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Heavy giants cross the plains of the four seasons like boats to reach the foot of the climbing mountains.

Zhang Ping sat on the throne, looking up at this high into the cloud through the gap of the draped mantle, and could not see the huge mountain range at the top.

He thought he was exhausted when he arrived here, even empty, but today he can sit on such a heavy mountain range.

Hundreds of red robed clerics dragged the giant canopy to the front of the hill.

Their heads were dancing over dozens of haunted faces, making terrible hisses, more terrifying than the hordes of vultures that smelled the moon, and their soul shook, forming a black gas, eventually forming a dark cloud.

Nearly a hundred practitioners in red robes are also walking behind the giant husk.

Like those who dragged giants forward, most of them were not the original disciples of the Purgatory Mountains. Among these people are many prisoners who were originally held in Yunqin prison, many who were famous practitioners of Yunqin, and others who were ordinary people of Yunqin.

These ordinary Yunqin people had some desires in their hearts that were simply impossible to satisfy, yet one day the Red Robe clerics came to them and told them in a pious and alluring tone: "Give your souls to the Demon King, serve the Demon King, and the Demon King will satisfy your wishes. ”

These Yun Qin people made choices, and then their various wishes were fulfilled... Some people got their dreams of beautiful women as wives, some people killed their most hated enemies in life, some people got gold full of houses... Then they became devout followers of the Demon King, and they also started walking in Yun Qin, spreading the message of the coming of the Demon King, and began to carefully observe the desires in the hearts of everyone in the alley, eventually they would also go to the people they found the deepest desires in their hearts, telling them in a pious and infinitely deluded tone: “Give your souls to the Demon King, serve the Demon King, the Demon King will fulfill your wishes. ”

This was originally a fairy demon era, when the demon king used to rule the world, but it seemed to work at all times.

Two hundred front and rear clusters of Zhang Pingju's Red Robe clerics followed by thousands of mountain rangers.

As the mountains grew higher and the roads steeper, these people became more and more nervous, and their armor became soaked with cold sweat.

However, no battle took place.

Quiet, empty Green Academy, eventually showed up in front of them.

Looking at the palaces that stood on a mountain peak, a slip connecting the peaks, all felt a sweeping force, an inexplicable pressure that kept all the red robe clerics and mountain rangers trembling.

“Just give up? ”

“A lot of us used to think of it as something more important than life, not even a little resistance, and just give up? ”

Zhang Ping didn't feel any shock, he just used his ridiculous gaze to elaborate on the places he was familiar with, such as the Tsongo Shinseng Palace, the Tianjing Shinseng Palace, the Royal Pharmaceutical Shinseng Palace... and the hillside where they had burned flames.

He stood up slowly, but as soon as he stood up, he suddenly became incredibly averse to it.

“Burn them all. ”

He stopped walking out of the giant huddle and just sat down and gave such an order.

……

At some high end of the climbing mountains, an ancient glacier like the sword of the Divine King cut a gap. Faced with this end of Qingxian College, the surface of the glacier is unbroken white, yet this seemingly pure accumulation of white slowly forms blue.

And then people walking into the cracks of the glacier would find that this white ice and snow would have turned blue as the thickness accumulated. Initial pale blue, turning into a gemstone-like blue.

This naturally formed glacial fissure is one of the best passages to the ice and snow fields after climbing the mountains.

However, the ice and snow god plains in Yunqin since ancient times are regarded as the territory of God, and naturally no one can tread on them.

Although this wide glacial fracture is quite a low point at the top of the climbing mountains, the air in it is already too thin to imagine compared to the usual places in the world, where the average practitioner, even if he does nothing, falls into the mix of bad air and loses his normal judgment because he can't breathe enough fresh air.

Not to mention the cooler chills that keep passing through the cracks of this glacier from the ice and snow fields.

These chills gather in the wind, like an invisible sword in a handle, and they keep cutting in the air.

Near the end of the Ice and Snow Plains, the hard, iron-like glacier not only has countless cuts of deep marks, but the ice and snow is still dirty blue and black, with countless sandstone particles deeply embedded inside the ice and snow.

In places like this, however, where the glacier fracture intersects the ice god plains, behind a hawk-mouthed ice block, there is a tent wrapped in thick fur.

A man with thick leather boots under his feet, thick gloves in his hands, and a practitioner wrapped in fur, stood at the door of the tent.

His nose and mouth were filled with snow and his body was trembling in the cold.

He saw the smoke coming from the mountains, and he understood what it meant, and his eyes were filled with painful magic.

He turned around resolutely, no longer looking behind him, just looking at the ice and snow fields in front of him like a frozen sea.

The sky dimmed.

Millions of light, strange glaciers from land in bleak skies, like countless shipwrecks frozen.

There is a brighter wind blowing between these "wrecks."

Poor visibility, distant glaciers, endless ice sheets gradually slipped out of his sight.

His consciousness also began to be a little blurred, wondering how long he had been here. He has also begun to lose some confidence that his mouth will be in pain *.

All of a sudden, however, a tiny but bright blue and yellow flame appeared in a distant ice field that he could no longer see.

It was just a flash of flash, but it made the practitioner, who stood here and waited for the message, echo with joy.