Immortal Devil Transformation

The story of Yunqin represents the black beast of bad luck and disaster, turning into snow and white with the power of ice and snow, like the fairy spirit in the divine kingdom.

This is a real transformation.

Lin Xixiang looked at the auspicious transformation, from the surrounding heavens and earth energy and auspicious body breath change, in the thin air and extremely cold packaging some dull him, slowly reacted that this is the auspicious way that should have been practiced, just lost an environment such as the ice and snow god field, such heaven and earth energy, auspicious this pulse of demonic beasts, only to survive in the great desert.

He was happy for his good fortune.

And also in a real awakening change like auspicious, he figured out more.

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Metallic giants clustered with red robe clerics and mountain rangers march in northern Yunqin.

Compared to the Four Seasons Plains and Qingyu College, there are many new devout followers in this team and the team looks bigger.

As the sky dimmed, a small town of Yunqin appeared in front of the team.

Several Red Robe clerics stepped up their steps, disengaged themselves, ready to enter the town, as they did on the way, and took away some of the Devil's devout followers.

Yet their steps suddenly paused, listening to the voice behind them, they even dared not turn back and knelt down in piety.

The whole team knelt down and listened to the footsteps on the ground, all filled with tremendous shock and incredibility.

Zhang Ping walked out of the giant jar.

Until then, Zhang Ping did not show up along all the towns and cities.

And even in the minds of these devout believers, most of Zhang Ping's power comes from the armor of the Demon King. That armor should be in the giant jar, so everyone in this team also subconsciously believes that Zhang Pingling should stay in the giant jar.

But now they don't dare look up at Zhang Ping, but they can all be sure that Zhang Ping just walked out in a simple black palm coat and went to the town.

All these faithful, whose bodies tremble uncontrollably and violently, have become more fearful, pious and fanatical in their eyes, associating themselves with the significance that it implies.

This is the border between North Miaohang and Gansu provinces, remote, small and ordinary town with only a short street, old and rugged houses on both sides of the street, drifting leaves of rotten vegetables in the gutter, and even dry chicken shit can be seen on the ground. Often there are domestic chickens who escape from the yard and run to the back of the yard somewhere.

Although the location is remote and not affected by the war, the whole of Yunqin is in turmoil, and life here is inevitably affected. The shops in the street seem a little cold.

Precisely because it was too ordinary, almost all the people in the town did not know that it was the high figures who caused the great chaos in Yun Qin who walked in.

There is an eyeless noodle shop just down the street.

The owner of the noodle shop is an extremely ordinary middle-aged bald man.

Yunqin is usually used to eating noodles in the morning, and noodle shops generally do some stir-frying at night. At this time, the people of the town's life is more difficult than in previous years, and his business is even harder to do. There are no guests in the store. He cooks stir-fry salted beans in a pan, just for his own dinner.

Ordinary and strained life engraved the middle-aged bald man's face with humility, his eyes occasionally dropped across the slope as he tumbled dry pickled vegetables, and his eyes became more humble when he saw the inner house and some of the closing guests laughing and amusing rich and gorgeous boss's mother.

Zhang Ping walked down the street.

He stopped at the noodle shop and walked into the noodle shop.

When he heard the footsteps, the middle-aged bald noodle shop owner raised his head. He saw Zhang Ping walking into the noodle shop. He couldn't help but slightly flash. He didn't recognize Zhang Ping, nor did he associate Zhang Ping with the legendary Demon King at this time. He just felt that Zhang Ping's clothes were very expensive, not like sitting down and eating noodles or eating some of his ordinary fried guests.

So he had some doubts whether Zhang Ping was just asking for directions or something else, but didn't wait for him to ask. Zhang Ping looked at him and said calmly: “A bowl of meat noodles. ”

The noodle shop owner suddenly had some surprises, but felt that the Guest did not like to talk, so he answered and came down.

Zhang Ping looked indifferently at the middle-aged bald, slightly fat noodle shop owner below.

Staying in front of him, he slowly began to eat noodles before looking at the middle-aged bald noodle shop owner and slowly said: “I don't have any money... but I can give you a chance to serve me and I can fulfill your wishes. ”

The humble middle-aged bald pavers heard the first sentence and were initially somewhat surprised, but when he heard Zhang Ping's next sentence, he was stunned.

Zhang Ping ignored him, but took his own time eating noodles.

The middle-aged bald man began to think of something, and his breathing became more impatient, and a pair of long bamboo chopsticks and pots in his hand kept bumping into each other.

But he dared not ask, in his noodle shop, until Zhang Ping finished eating the noodle, he did not make any sound, only heavy breathing.

Zhang Ping put down his chopsticks and instead of looking at him, he turned around and looked at the gorgeous woman in the inn opposite him: “I can fulfill your wish and give her to you. ”

The middle-aged bald man's breathing sounds were heavier as Zhang Ping turned around, but when he heard the phrase, his breathing stopped suddenly.

Zhang Ping turned around and looked at the middle-aged bald man.

The middle-aged bald man looked at Zhang Ping's unique black robe pattern and increasingly felt the severity of those patterns. He became more and more certain of Zhang Ping's legendary person.

Looking at Zhang Ping indifferently and full of majesty, the middle-aged bald man dared not let Zhang Ping wait too long, and he shook his head down, “I… I don't deserve her. ”

Zhang Ping said with no expression: “I can give you money and status enough to deserve her. ”

The greasy cotton robe of a middle-aged bald man gradually got wet with sweat. He dared not look up at Zhang Ping, took all the courage and all his strength to shake the dull voice: “But she already has a husband, and now she is doing well. ”

Zhang Ping said indifferently: “I can make her have no husband, I can make her feel bad... or what I have given you, I can make her live better with you than she is now. ”

The water beads on the face of the ordinary noodle shop owner are twisted down, and it is not clear whether it is sweat beads or tear beads. He and the gorgeous woman have known each other since childhood, yet his family is mediocre and conscious does not deserve her at all. Although he has been deeply and deeply in love with the woman since childhood, he has never had the courage to reveal his voice. He just watched each other marry each other in silence. Today, Zhang Ping suddenly has such a presence, saying that he can satisfy his wishes, but he is not ecstatic. Instead, he is caught in a tangle and huge struggle.

“Why?” he asked, in a language he felt strange to, why Zhang Ping suddenly appeared before himself and said he wanted to satisfy the wishes of the most ordinary person like himself.

“People like you do things, or they must need a reason.” Zhang Ping indifferently said: “But for me, I don't need your reasons to do anything. ”

The owner of the noodle shop is not much of a smart person, but people like him are more in awe of the gods, so he naturally understands Zhang Ping's meaning at this moment, and understands that Zhang Ping is beyond the existence of the human world, unlike them, and cannot be distracted by their thoughts and emotions. At the same time, he became more certain that as long as he nodded and said yes now, the woman he had loved since childhood would cease to be someone else's wife and would indeed become his own.

He was caught in a more intense struggle with a paler face and drops of water from his jaw.

Zhang Ping's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and the struggle and hesitation of the middle-aged bald man bored him a little.

The middle-aged bald man also felt Zhang Ping's tiredness and felt a terrible wind flow in the noodle shop. The more he felt afraid, the more he finally made his decision and shook his head: “I can't do this. ”

Zhang Ping's apathetic brow tip picked up, and he stared at the middle-aged bald man for a moment and asked, “Why? ”

The middle-aged bald man cried: “She... she doesn't like me. ”

This is a good reason, but Zhang Ping became unnamed angry.

There seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes, and the harsh voice seemed to come from hell far away: "Does it matter if she likes you or not, you can get her, but for such an inferior reason you refuse me? ”

The middle-aged bald man was just the most ordinary Yun Qin man. He wanted to stand upright, but his great fear made him unconsciously bow to his body and kneel.

“Love is not possession, but giving, and if you really think so, excuse your inferiority and weakness, then I can give you a choice.” Zhang Ping looked at him and laughed out loud: “Either you accept my gift and take her as your wife, or you prove that you can sacrifice everything to make her live a life you feel good about. If that doesn't make you understand, I can make it easier for you to either die or take her for a wife. ”

The middle-aged bald man cried out, but he didn't dare cry out loud enough to get the attention of the rest of the town, especially those in the inn across the street, so as not to cause more bad luck for the people there.

He covered his mouth and nose, crying silently and painfully, his body twisted.

“It's all my fault. I shouldn't have thought so much of her. ”

The middle-aged bald man finally made such a sound.

Zhang Ping's pupils contracted slightly.

He knew that the middle-aged bald man had made his choice.

“Would you rather die than accept my gift? ”

Zhang Ping looked at the owner of the shop, who was shaking and twisting but still refused to change his decision, and he suddenly fell into infinite anger.

He stopped talking.

There was a purple black flame on his body.

The noodles burned and everything turned to ash.

He walked out along the street, making countless screams and shouts of terror across the street, burning the whole street to ashes.

Zhang Ping stepped out of the burning streets and accepted the more pious and fearful eyes of the faithful in the wilderness outside the town, yet his heart was still filled with anger and unspeakable emotions.

He has no slight pride or pride.

Not only was the most common, most self-righteous middle-aged bald man today frustrated with his will, but his nameless anger also made him realize that he did not completely break away from the emotions of the world as he thought he would. He understood that he did not care about Qin Xieyue as he had previously thought he could.