Immortal Devil Transformation

A carriage entered the South Central State Suburban Workshop.

Many guards with long swords gathered coldly next to the carriage, closer to the depths of the workshop, and the more hostile they seemed, the more afraid they were to show their animosity, the deeper they drowned on their heads and the slighter whitening of their finger joints as a result of force.

The carriage stopped and the Elder Princess stepped out of the carriage, crossed several curtains and walked to Zhang Ping's throne.

At this moment, Zhang Ping has been replaced with a clean Purgatory Mountain Palm Teaching Black Robe, situated on the throne of the cold soul soldier, even if he inhaled many black worms, his body is still as thin as before, and his face is only pale with some purple gold glow.

The eldest princess stood in front of him with her head down.

Her bowing does not mean submission, but humiliation.

Zhang Ping looked at her indifferently and said with no expression: “I will take my followers to the Dragonsnake Mountains and even conquer the Great Desert. I need you to help me clear all obstacles, make sure that my followers get to Hoang Kok Mountain smoothly, and keep all Yun Qin troops from making any kind of move. ”

Princess Chang understood what he was going to do and raised her head, but instead of waiting for her to say anything, Zhang Ping continued coldly: “Don't say anything you refuse. I give Yun Qin to you, and I give you enough respect, and do not possess you like a slave. And I can guarantee that after I kill Lin Xie, I can still let you govern Yun Qin like this, I can guarantee not to interfere with your rule of the country, can guarantee the stability of the world. It's just a very equal barter. ”

The eldest princess could not be as indifferent as him. When she listened to such words, her thin lips put Buddha to form ice. She looked at Zhang Ping and said in anger: “Is there nothing left in your life but to kill Lin Xie? If that's all, what's the point of your life? ”

“Meaning?” Zhang Ping glanced indifferently at her, crossing her body again, looking at the red drape behind her like blood water, “All I know is what it means... without killing him, every day I live, I find it pointless. ”

......

Karaoke Temple.

There was a gust of wind in the endless sand.

A monk in white gradually appeared in the wind and sand and walked into the Buddha's light like a temple.

His face was peaceful, his eyes unspeakable and his body itself seemed to shed Buddha's light.

The people who were far away from the canal to clean the mud and sand turned their backs. They saw that the light of the Buddha covered in the temple had changed, and the soft Buddha's light had risen. It was hidden above the temple, and they had to form a large Buddha.

Zhenbilu and Yunhai were also in the water canal, far away saw the scene. They looked at each other and said softly, “Brother Xuanyuan is back. ”

The old monk Huang Mei stepped out of the cave on the cliff and stepped on the sand behind the temple in the light of Buddha. He walked to the distant realm of consciousness.

Looking at Xuanyuan, who smiled and greeted herself, Old Monk Huang frowned without sorrow and joy and said: “Have you understood? ”

Xuanyuan put his hands together ten times and changed several fingerprints. He nodded quietly and spit out two words: “Surrender yourself. ”

Old Monk Huang Mei pondered for a moment, and he figured out something completely. He shook his head, "This is not the cure. ”

Xuan * smiled quietly: “There is only one demon king in the world. In the future, the inheritance of the demon king will be cut off, which is the way to cure the root. ”

Old Monk Huang Mei smiled and said peacefully and joyfully: "Perhaps you are right. ”

Xuanyuan smiled too. He also stopped saying more. He saluted the old monk Huang Mei, and then walked past the monk Huang Mei, through the temple, through the main canal drawn from the water source in the temple. His footsteps continued, and he continued to walk forward.

“Brother Xuanyuan! ”

Yunhai and Zhenbilu came towards the temple, and Yunhai waved desperately towards Xuan Yuan far away, screaming.

Xuanyuan also waved at Yunhai and Zhenbilu.

However, his footsteps continued, and he walked much faster than Yunhai and Zhen-Vilu, so his figure quickly disappeared into the eyes of the Cloud Sea, which he could not catch up with.

Yunhai often saw Xuan far away, but this time, somehow, watching himself unable to catch up with Xuan far away, he suddenly felt unknown sadness, two tears came out.

……

Outside Purgatory Mountain.

Many armies are already confused as to whether they want to stay or leave.

They looked in awe and helplessness at the highest mountain of purgatory in their hearts on a weekday, and saw the fog rising at night.

In the freshly dimmed skies and the thin fog of night, many armies in the vicinity suddenly saw some shadows of clothing.

First dozens, then hundreds, then thousands, tens of thousands...

Many generals have seen many surprise attacks by enemy forces in the fog of night in their lifetime, yet countless images of slaves from the mountains of purgatory coming out of the fog of night have plunged them into greater shock.

They were feeling a little numb, and they couldn't imagine that there were so many slaves in Purgatory Hill, far more than all the armies they had gathered previously.

All slaves out of the night fog are also numb and unusually confused.

The vast majority of them have not been out of Purgatory Mountain for many years, they have not seen any different landscapes except those of lava-flowing volcanoes and smoke-ridden mines, many of whom have even grown up in Purgatory Mountain since childhood, many have even forgotten how to walk upright and are pressed by heavy ore and other objects all the time… so that they crawl on the ground with their hands after being released and freely returned from Purgatory Mountain.

These skinny bones, or crawling, cloaked slaves, are like ghosts dressed out of the fog of night.

Yet all soldiers know that what they see in their eyes is real.

The atmosphere of numbness gradually changed as it gradually walked into the wilderness outside Purgatory Mountain and away from the shadow of Purgatory Mountain behind it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Then, almost all slaves seemed to change from a ghost without life to a living person, beginning to tear their hearts apart and scream and cry.

Beyond Purgatory Mountain, which was filled with fragments of many broken blades, many of the wilderness of bones became true hell.

Many trembling shadows also came out of Purgatory Mountain.

These are the priests who were in Purgatory Mountain before, but by the time they came out of Purgatory Mountain, they had been forced to take off their blood-red robes.

Without the robes, they were expelled from the mountains of Purgatory, and the priests no longer seemed so terrible.

These priests are also beginning to feel fear and their bodies are shaking as they surround themselves with the crying of heaven and earth.

Slaves began to rush towards these clerics.

Many slaves have fallen, yet others have fallen, shouting despair and fear, and more slaves have flocked to the priests… all the priests are torn apart in fear and despair, as if they were sheep thrown into a wolf pack.

……

Lin Xi still walked in Purgatory Mountain with Qin Xiyue's hand, looking at each hill of Purgatory Mountain and the view of every cliff.

He was not worried about how the countless slaves he had freed would survive, because he knew very well that, since those slaves could survive such hard labour as Purgatory Mountain, they would surely have a way of surviving once they were free.

Nor was he in a hurry to leave Purgatory Mountain, because besides cutting off some of Zhang Ping's resources, which prevented this permanently running practice site from constantly making red robe clerics for Zhang Ping: he could use it to let everyone in the world know that he was back.

For many days now, all practitioners have been targeted by Zhang Ping. All practitioners who refuse to submit to Zhang Ping have either been killed or can only hide like rats. Even a presence such as Qingyi College cannot keep the message running smoothly. Many and Zhang Ping's enemies have no contact at all, let alone know where Lin Xie is.

So he had to give some people who wanted to find themselves some time so they could get to Purgatory Mountain and meet themselves.

He and Qin Xieyue walked through most parts of Purgatory Mountain, killing many Purgatory Mountain clerics who still wanted to kill him, breaking many cages and releasing more slaves. Eventually, he and Qin Xieyue finally felt tired when they walked into the Palace of the Palace of the Palace of the High Mountain.

The ruby chair in the Palace of the Palace of the Teacher has been broken, the entire palace is empty and nothing remains.

Lin Xi and Qin Xieyue sat down in this hall and slept peacefully.

Long Purgatory Mountain Night passed.

There is a dawn in the skies of the East.

Qin Xieyue and Lin Eve woke up.

Qin Xieyue let go of her hand holding Lin Xie, but smiled slightly. She stood up, walked outside the temple, watched the sunrise, and untied her hair band.

Her hair scattered like a waterfall, and she managed her hair and cleverly tied it up.

Lin Xi walked beside her.

An Asahi round appeared from behind a crater in front of him and Qin Xie Moon, instantly sprinkling Jin Hui all over his body and Qin Xie Moon.

……

“Hey, hey... what do you mean by that? Qin Xiayue, don't forget that he is married, and I am much prettier than him, at least you should have some taste.” A voice rang down the hill below.

Lin Xi laughed.

Just hearing such a loud beating, he knew who was coming.

This man can still live and be here, and no matter what this man is saying now, he'll be really happy.

“Twilight purple, I do think you've always been good. There's a hot spring down here. Why don't you go inside and wait for me?” Qin Xieyue also laughed and turned to look at the person and said.

The mountain path was full of dirt, as if people who had not bathed in many days were raving, “Okay, I'll be right there...” But just then he turned around, and he turned around again, depressed: “Forget it, you won't go there either. ”

“I'll be there.” Qin Xieyue looked at the depressed Twilight Mountain Purple. Seriously, at the moment when Twilight Mountain Purple's eyes began to shine, she laughed again. “Lin Xie and I can go watch you wash. ”