Immortal Devil Transformation

The storm continued to pour, and the South Palace quickly returned from its initial shock.

She saw Lin Yue standing in the sky, without having to perceive the breath on Lin Yue, she had confirmed that Lin Yue's boundaries had exceeded the purgatory mountain teaching before Chiba Guan on that day.

Because all practitioners know that only those who continue to walk far behind on the path of the Grand Sacred Master will be able to shake their souls and stand empty-handed.

This is the result she had anticipated earlier, so she just glanced at Lin Eve and lit up the location of the ruins of the Green Palace. "How could this happen? ”

Lin Xi landed, his eyes extremely complicated said: “That group of things has disappeared and the ruins of the Green Palace have disappeared. ”

Without breathing slightly, Nangong asked the same question: “How could this happen? ”

“Perhaps because of my actions, that group of energy lost its balance.” Lin Xi silenced for a moment, "This kind of thing, like black holes in the universe, stars, how to form, how to disappear, is already difficult to understand. ”

Nangong raised his head.

She doesn't know what a black hole is, but she knows the stars. She raised her head and only saw the storm, she couldn't see the stars in the sky, but she thought it was true, and who knew why the stars were born and why they disappeared?

That group of things disappeared completely, as if the door to another world had been completely closed, and “God” disappeared from this world, but since Lin Xi decided to say goodbye to the previous world, Nangong felt that closing this door was not a bad thing.

“Looks like we're gonna be a boat. ”

At this point, the voice of Valley's heart rang out.

Lin Xi and Nangong Mio bowed their heads and looked down at their feet.

Hundred holes of ice beneath their feet have been submerged by water, which has accumulated beyond their feet.

Many of the glaciers within their sight began to collapse, and most of the ice in the ice and snow fields was dusty and came down tens of millions of years looking unclean blue and gray, but after the ice and snow inside melted into the water, the water appeared clean and blue.

Lin Xi's expression also condensed a little, and he nodded. “We should be able to return to the climbing mountains more easily with the wind sail. ”

……

The power created by the eruption of a meta-energy collision from the far north of the Ice and Snow Plains is staggering, even temporarily altering the climate of the entire Ice and Snow Plains and even the entire world.

Extremely humid winds blow from the mountain ranges.

In a snow valley somewhere in the mountains, the young Purgatory Mountain cleric Kiryanmo and his dozens of followers raised their heads and watched as the fine snow that would have flowed in the sky turned into droplets of water.

Qilianmo, a well-respected Purgatory Mountain cleric of Zhang Ping, did not feel unusual at first.

Lin Xi and others have disappeared in the ice and snow fields for a long time, and the world is in summer.

Almost all practitioners in the world believe that no one in the world can survive that long in extreme conditions like the Ice and Snow Plains. The same is true, without the guidance of Dean Zhang, without that hot lake where we can rest and rest, there really is no saint in the world who can persevere in the ice and snow fields for so long.

So while Zhang Ping's orders were faithfully executed and he waited in the mountains, like almost all practitioners in the world, Qilianmo felt that Lin had died in the ice and snow fields.

Summer temperatures were slightly higher, and the light snow turned into light rain, which in his view was normal.

Yet he feels more and more wrong.

Water vapor in the sky is getting wetter.

From the beginning, the hazy mist turned into light rain and eventually into pouring rain.

Heavy rains continue to fall and many days do not end.

Originally sheltered from the wind and cold, the low-lying valley was no longer able to stay, and Kiryanmo and his dozens of followers planted their tents among the high rocks.

As the storm continued, the colour of the gods on Kiryan's ink did not change much, and he still appeared indifferent and dignified in front of his entourage, but the shock and fear in his heart grew daily.

Looking towards the plains of the four seasons, the plains of the four seasons are also covered in constant heavy rainfall. Most alarmingly, the snow peaks at the heights of the mountain ranges are melting and the snow line is moving up. Many snow-covered places have revealed the true colour of the rock.

Every day, river-like floods wash down from the canyons of the climbing mountains to the plains of the four seasons.

Whether he sees the threat of such a flood with his own eyes or the sound of more such a flood in the distance, his hands in the robe tremble constantly.

Those ageless snow build-ups in the mountain ranges are beginning to melt… this is absolutely unusual.

The floods cut off most of the roads in the climbing mountains.

Four seasonal plains near the climbing mountains, the frozen earth winter plains emerged under the flushing of floods, forming many large and small lakes.

And some green grass, which seemed never to appear, grew wild, leaving vast oases in the frozen earth wasteland.

Contacts between Kiryanmo and some of the remaining Purgatory Mountain camps in the Mountains have also been temporarily interrupted, even hunting has become extremely difficult and food shortages have occurred.

Dozens of followers are dedicated to serving Kiryanmo, and Kiryanmo's food is naturally unlikely to be scarce. However, under intense daily psychological pressure, his complexion became yellow and his cheekbones also rose sharply as he lost weight.

After breakfast in the tent, Kirinink watched as the sky continued to spill rain beads, beginning to lose some control of his emotions.

Why is it still raining?

How long is it going to rain?

He began to think about his previous days in Purgatory Mountain, and that in Purgatory Mountain, their disciples were eager to rain. After the rain in Purgatory Mountain, which rarely rained, there would not be so much dust, and the air would become cooler, and some of the stinking smells would disappear.

Now he knows, however, that it's going to rain a lot, and it's going to collapse.

In the other tent next to Qilianmo, who was already unbearable and even trying to tear up the sheltered tent, the fire chief burst into a low roar, and the heat emanating from his body made the entire tent seem to burn, turning the rain beads that were sprinkled on it into a lump of white air.

Kiryanmo stood incredibly up.

As he stood up, the tent outside the fire chief really burned up, like a paper lantern burned apart, revealing the fire chief's extraordinarily large body.

The huge body of the fireman instantly broke through the rain curtain and rushed toward the rocks high above.

Kiryanmo leaned back and his breathing stopped instantly.

He saw the moment standing quietly in four black robes, dozens of steps from the boulder in front of the fire chief.

Four men supported the umbrella.

The umbrella is very rudimentary, like a wind sail, but it covers the rain.

Few people in the world have been able to kill the fire chief by themselves over the general saint, yet Kiryanmo sees that in the face of the fire chief as overwhelmed as an erupting small volcano, one of the four seems to just look up at the face of the fire chief.

Just a glance, countless breaths that do not belong to the world in Kiryanmo's perception emerge from that person.

The roar of the Fire Queen vanished instantly.

Its body was suddenly paused in the air by pounding forces, and the flames of light and white gas were pressed backwards into long lines, like a fire candle suddenly encountering a wind, about to extinguish.

Many of the rain beads between the man and the fire chief suddenly disappeared and all struck the fire chief.

Every drop of rain beads falling on the fire chief makes the sound of giant columns impinging on the wall.

It's like countless columns smashing a wall.

Fire Kui's huge body flew backwards and fell flashly, smashing several camps behind Kiryanmo.

Kiryanmo was taught some lessons by Zhang Ping, but in the face of the power of such a far superior hierarchy, he could not even create an enemy mentality at this moment.

He finally regained his breath when he coughed because of discomfort in his chest and stomach.

When he saw the face of the man who seemed to have struck the fire chief without moving, his body trembled uncontrollably.

…….

White monks feel like walking in endless sandy waters.

His eyes have also lost moisture, like withered flowers.

For the endless sandy seas around him, he was like a plain little gravel to the extreme.

However, his face remained firm and his will was moving.

This is his practice, as well as the hope of the Temple.

It is only by finding the origins of the temple and interpreting the earliest methods that it is possible to make the most fundamental changes.

He already felt he had captured the breath he was looking for, but there was still a slight lack of opportunity.

At that point, he felt a lot of steam suddenly appearing between the heavens and the earth that had dried up to the poles.

He withered flower-like eyes with sudden light, and his body quickly drew water vapor from heaven and earth, forming even a vortex outside of him.

His skin restored radiance and his eyes became full and bright.

He saw the water vapor thickening and the endless sandy sea sky diminishing, and for the first time it was covered with clouds.

A heavy rain poured down.

In the endless sea of sand, the first rain in thousands of years.

Rainwater washes over the sand, which becomes wet, and gravel mixed with water begins to flow.

As the water flushes, some places recess and some dunes are flushed off.

Zhiyuan stood still.

His body fell down, but the mud sand trapped him was then washed away by the water.

The sand sea in front of him is changing.

A glorious Buddha's light appeared in the mud sand.

Just as the wreck finally surfaced, a giant Buddha head appeared in the sandy sea in front of him.

The white monk smiled gently.

The opportunity he sought and waited for finally appeared.