Immortal Devil Transformation

In Xiaowei County, only one day away from Zhongzhou City, a squire of dignitaries had an argument with an ordinary old man.

There is a date tree in front of the old man's house, and your courtyard is deep in the alley where the old man is located. When the big sedan enters and exits, there is some obstacle to this date tree, so you want to cut off this date tree. However, this date tree was planted by the old man's son himself, and his son is already a Yun Qin army man who has died for the old man. This date tree has a unique affection for the old man, so the old man refuses to allow it.

More and more neighbors are watching the neighborhood, and they all think that noble people are too unreasonable. This palm tree doesn't really occupy much space, and it's not like it can really get stuck in a limo. Chopping down this palm tree only makes the road look fresher and more spacious at best.

The nobleman is in the back of the sedan.

He is a long, white and pure middle-aged man dressed in a prestigious veil with a bamboo sheath sword hanging from his waist, a blade handle like a green jade, and a fine inscription like bamboo leaves.

Listening to the growing noise, the white, pure, middle-aged man lifted the curtains, retreated from the attendant and smiled apologizing to the old man.

The elderly did not expect the nobleman to be so modest, unlike the attitude of the evil servants, who instead were somewhat frightened.

The luxurious long white middle-aged man looked at the old man in a somewhat frightened gesture of salutation and smiled slightly, but reached for the palm tree next to him, “Nice palm tree, just a little morbid, I'm afraid there was too much rain before, and even the inside was a little rotten. ”

Then his hand left the palm tree, and he went back toward his sedan.

Before his hand touched the palm tree, the palm tree was alive, but as he turned away, the palm tree began to fall.

Leaves fell like rain, with some subtle and dense sounds within the branches, and a drop of tree juice appeared on the bark, like a drop of crystalline teardrops.

The leaves fell on the elderly.

The old man looked at the tree juice that blew out at the same time in the countless subtle fissures on the bark, listened to the countless subtle and dense breaking noises, he understood what had happened, his face became increasingly bloody and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Neighbors around the neighborhood also understood what was happening, and many people simultaneously shouted angry whispers, yet watched the gentleman walking back to the sedan, they were only angry and had no choice.

Because that man is a practitioner.

They, the ordinary people of Yunqin, are not particularly aware of the situation in the world, but at least they know that after this spring, the already scarce practitioners are nearly extinct, and they are also suddenly aware that it seems that only those who rely on one side of the practitioners will be given the gift of becoming nobles. And the vast majority of dignitaries have left Central State for the easternmost tip of the empire because of information disseminated by some churches.

Looking at you as if you had done nothing, the grieving old man could no longer bear it and hit you with one end towards you.

A shock sounded and a tragedy was about to happen, yet at this moment, a lifeless, fat hand stretched out and held the old man's hand.

“Let me do it. ”

The owner of this hand said to the old man,

The old man felt his strength disappear into the mud, he turned his head to look at the owner of this hand, and the dignitary walking towards the big sedan felt something, turning faster than him.

A young man with a common appearance and a short body stood beside the elderly and appeared to be a little shrunken.

The nobleman's smile appeared on his innocent face as soon as he mocked him. “I said," Who is it, Montblanc? It's you. ”

“In Chinese, you are a prosperous dog. If it's a dog, you know how to clip your tail and be a dog. How dare you come out and bite?” Because of natural fear of heat, some sweat beads are white on the forehead, looking at the noble man in Chinese clothes, said.

The practitioner who chose to bow to Zhang Ping and become a nobleman grinned: “Meng Bai, what do you want? ”

“You were already disgusting enough and today was so disgusting that I wanted to kill you.” Meng Bai straightened his body and said slowly.

Fang Zhongyan slightly squinted his eyes and looked at the blindfolded moment. "Then you can try. ”

As soon as his sentence sounded, he had sworn.

His swordlight was fast, and his sword emitted countless bamboo leaf-shaped lights, making it almost feel like a bamboo forest was being produced.

Just before this bamboo forest fell on Meng Bai, a raw, fat hand had reached in front of him, and this hand had become a fist and smashed into his throat.

The practitioner felt incredible and terrified only when his hand fell on his throat.

In the opinion of the practitioner, who was extremely confident in his cultivation, the whiteness of the mouse should be scared to run away at the moment of his own sword, yet he had no idea that the whitening would not only strike, but that the whitening hand would soon reach such a point.

The sound of a flutter.

Bamboo forest bamboo leaves all disappeared, Zhongzhou's most famous swordsman Qingzhu House Fang Yan broke his throat bones, his body flied out, fell into the limo where he had previously sat, crushed the limo, fell underground, and died.

All surrounded neighbors stay.

In their eyes, Meng Bai has also been a cowardly fat man, all of whom look down on Meng Bai. Even at this moment, looking at the fat guy with the sweaty shirt on him, it's hard for them to connect Meng Bai with the person who killed him so quickly.

The old man stays.

“The trunk is broken, but the roots are not necessarily broken and may grow again.” Meng Bai whispered to him.

The old man came back to God, and instead of thanking him for the first time, he feared that Meng Bai would suffer from it, and he shuddered: "Go away. ”

“Meng Bai, how dare you do such a thing! ”

The Chinese servants also recovered from the fainting, shouting in horror.

Montblanc looked at these screaming servants and said goodbye to the elderly, then said nothing, slowly walking towards them.

The screaming waiters suddenly stopped screaming, their breathing scared to rest, then shouted and fled desperately back.

Meng Bai continued to move forward, his figure was still not tall in everyone's eyes, yet in his eyes there was no more cowardice.

He knew that Zhang Ping had begun his journey east. Regardless of Zhang Ping and Lin Xi's final showdown victory, he no longer needed to pretend to be cowardly.

“You have to win! ”

After slowly walking out of this alley, this fat young man waved his fist towards the east and said in his heart.

……

At the end of this summer in Yunqin, a huge team is constantly moving towards the eastern part of Yunqin, and as it moves, this team becomes bigger and bigger.

More and more devout believers have joined this eastward team, and the devout Demon King's followers, following the Lord's guidance, will enter the Dragon Snake Mountains to eradicate the sinners who dare to confront the Demon King and receive the Lord's gift there. Many of the followers who opposed the Demon King were also guided by the Church to destroy the wicked ones, and by the propaganda of some, they firmly believed that it was the wickedness in their hearts that gave rise to the power of the Demon King.

The main body of this force is not any army, it is in the forefront, and it is also some people in ordinary clothes, but the followers of either side can see that they are practitioners.

With so many practitioners walking with themselves, they became more confident and devout.

Because there was no interference along the way, the team was well over 100,000 and, at the rate of believers along the way, would reach the Dragonsnake Mountains, I'm afraid, hundreds of thousands.

Of course, these hundreds of thousands account for only a small proportion of Yunqin's population, which is equivalent to the size of a slightly larger mausoleum, but Zhang Ping in the team already feels enough.

When more and more believers of two distinct faiths joined the team, arguing all the time, yet they all followed his will, acting under his control, the more he found the world foolish and ridiculous.

In any case, these hundreds of thousands of people are part of the Yun Qin who fought for and sacrificed Lin Xie and Qingyi College, among them countless young and old.

Zhang Ping is increasingly anxious to see if Lin Xie and Qingyu College can raise their soul soldiers in the face of these crowded people. He wanted to see what happened when Lin Xi and Qingyu College people killed these people.

It's just not possible for a team like this to travel faster.

So shortly after Mongbai killed Fang Yan Yan, several secrets from the reckless side passed into Zhang Ping's hands.

Lin Xi took down Purgatory Mountain, freed all Purgatory Mountain serfs, expelled all Purgatory Mountain disciples, lost everyone in Purgatory Mountain. Purgatory Mountain, if intact, is only a dead mountain, and has no support role for Zhang Ping anymore.

In the face of these contents, Zhang Ping remains calm and indifferent, as this is something he could have foreseen long ago.

However, when he saw more of what was described in these notes, Lin Xie and Qin Xieyue appeared in his mind holding hands into Purgatory Mountain, looking at the landscape against the erupting volcano… and the image of the demon king's face being destroyed, which was vital to him, his indifferent face became distorted.

His face twisted to an unimaginable extent, his breathing became extremely heavy, his mouth and nose sprayed with many purple-red Mars.

“Lin Xi, you gave it to me, I will pay it back! ”

His body penetrated countless finely shattered voices and eventually his hands fell on his liver, spraying a thick breath of black blood.

His black blood falls in the trunk of the car, every beach of black blood, but there are countless tiny, maggot-like ripples twisting, as if to truly drill the worms out of these black blood.

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