Immortal Devil Transformation

In the morning.

The whole world seemed to wake up with the sun.

There are countless murmuring voices coming from all sides with the breeze, into Zhang Ping's ear profile.

It's autumn and the morning air is already slightly cold.

Hundreds of thousands of believers have left, yet more and more Yun Qin people are coming.

Most of the Yunqin people who arrived were ordinary Yunqin people, and many of them were old and weak women and children.

They all heard the news and came to help their beloved Lord Kobayashi.

Just listening to the murmur in the heavenly and earthly wind, Zhang Ping can be sure that the Yun Qin people who came much more than the followers who followed him before, far, far... the Yun Qin people who came seemed like an endless wave.

However, he did not stop these Yunqin people, nor did he want to kill these rushing Yunqin people.

If for these Yunqin people, Lin Xi represents a better hope, a better dream, then he will personally tear this dream apart in front of these Yunqin people.

The wind blows through the wilderness and the mountains and forests, and the sun rises and a whole new day begins.

The flag outside Zhang Ping's throne and the hunting sounded, his body did not shake much soul power, yet his body was like a unique soldier, as if absorbing light.

The sky above him became darker.

Everyone saw this real darkness.

Many of the clerics and practitioners who believed in or submitted to him looked at the darkened sky and were breathless, knowing that the final battle of the Demon King and the Gods had begun.

“What's going on? ”

“How can the sky go dark? ”

“Is that the power of the Demon King? ”

The Yun Qin people who came from all sides were somewhat frightened and worried, but they still prayed in their hearts that Lin Xie and Qingyu College could win.

In Zhang Ping's squad full of flags and drapes, a man wearing a metal mask of brown iron is also gazing into the darkened sky.

He was a prophet.

Looking at the sky of light and darkness, the divine color in his eyes became more and more complex, and he was jealous of the power of Zhang Ping now.

Even if he did so many things, he still had to become such a subordinate, even if he became the highest authority in the Cabinet. After Zhang Ping left Zhongzhou City, he could only follow him out of Zhongzhou City, otherwise he would not be able to guarantee his safety.

The more so, the more he hates Lin Xie.

Because he felt that someone like Lin Xie existed, he would finally let him get to this point.

He's been waiting a long time for this day.

Many Purgatory Mountain clerics begin to chant, and their voices become more neat and louder.

More black suddenly appeared in the sky.

On Horn Mountain, Lin Xie looked at a black shadow appearing in the sky and sang slightly.

“I know you're still hesitating to see if you want to talk to Zhang Ping. After all, he was your friend.” Nangong looked at him and said seriously and seriously: “But I remember reminding you before that he will not listen to you at all. If you want to talk to him, you must at least almost persuade him to talk to him. ”

Lin Xi nodded, “You're right. ”

“He's the same word you said now, 'arrogant’.” Nangong looked at Lin Xi and continued: “He'd better have you present yourself to him, he doesn't even want to drink you out, so don't even show up now, the more he can't see you, the more angry he will be. ”

Lin Xi nodded and said nothing more.

……

“What's that? ”

“That's a ghost face! ”

“How can there be so many! ”

More and more people are seeing the black shadow of dense numbness in the sky.

It was a vicious giant bird ghost face.

Previously, the vast majority of Yunqin people knew that Purgatory Mountain Clerics had tamed many ghost faces, and many Purgatory Mountain Clerics used ghost faces as mounts, flying around Yunqin. In many late nights, there was also this ghost face flying past the ghost crying wolf howl.

Yet now there are at least a thousand faces in their eyes!

As we flew closer to Cape Mountain, countless evil crying squeaks fell from the air, forming sound waves that even caused tearing pain in the eardrums of people on the ground.

The gloomy sky suddenly brightened up.

Everyone saw a green yellow flame bursting from above a ghost face and falling towards Mount Horn.

The flames burned violently, forming bright blue and yellow columns of smoke in the sky, falling like a real meteor towards Mount Horn.

A group followed by a lot of groups.

The first to fly over Mount Horn, the ghost face over Mount Horn, lit this flame, like a meteor falling towards Mount Horn.

The first flames fell into Mount Horn, making a huge explosion, and countless flames of light and rubble splashed out of the mountain walls of Mount Horn.

Many practitioners in the wilderness were very shocked. I couldn't help but think of the flame that burned the whole city when Yun Qinnan was fighting in the past. They didn't think that Zhang Ping even hid such a means.

For ordinary Yun Qin people, this scene is like countless demons flying around Mount Hao Horn, spraying a flame of destruction.

Easy to defend against, you don't need to climb, it's no longer a risk.

“Boom!”

Another meteorite-like flame falls hard on this side of the mountain facing everyone in the wilderness.

A blue yellow flame and smoke exploded from the top of the mountain, like a giant egg, a brighter golden yellow glow than these flames, but at an astonishing rate, pierced out of this flame and smoke and flew to the sky!

This golden yellow glow is too pure, a hundred times purer than the purest gold, far above the altitude, but it is remarkably clear to all.

Yun Qin Tianfeng, rising in the sky, with the sound of a hollow gold crackling stone phoenix, with the most wild fighting posture, like a golden sickle, cut into the ghost face crowd.

A ghost-faced body in the air *, falling like rain.

If it is an ordinary battle between the ghost face and Yun Qin Tianfeng, I am afraid that for a few moments, the ghost face will choose to flee based on the natural fear of the more advanced demonic beast compared to himself.

However, I don't know what means Purgatory Mountain used to cultivate so many haunted faces, and I don't know what means they used to make these haunted faces seem to have forgotten their fears and rushed out to Yun Qin Tianfeng desperately.

This is a shocking enough scene.

In the high altitude, Yun Qin Tianfeng was slaughtering the ghost face at an alarming speed, yet many of the ghost face pounded on it.

It's just a dozen breaths, Yun Qin Tianfeng's body is also filled with many ghost faces.

These piles of ghost face dead grabbed its golden feathers, and the weight of the body made Yun Qin Tianfeng's flight a little hard.

The chants of the Purgatory Mountain priests became louder.

In their view, this battle in the air will soon come to an end with their victory, and Mount Horn will always be in their attack from the air.

……

Yun Qin Tianfeng landed in the mountain of Po Kok.

The Haunted Face did not follow, which means that the sky is still occupied by the Purgatory Mountain side, auguring well for victory.

Yet at this point, countless white lights flew out of the mountains of Cape Mount Horn.

This white light is like a tiny flying sword that ordinary people simply cannot see clearly on the ground.

Dozens of white lights fell on a haunted face.

The feathers of this ghost face are suddenly scattered like dandelions, and there are suddenly dozens of fleshy wounds on its body.

A ghost face hissed and fell down.

It was as if a plague had suddenly struck among these haunted faces. Nearly a thousand haunted faces had fallen into hundreds in a few breaths, and the sky had become bright.

“What the hell is that! ”

This scene stopped many Purgatory Mountain Red Robe clerics from chanting.

“This is... ”

When some white object fell in front of them, they saw that it was a dead giant bee.

…….

Zhang Ping sat expressionlessly on the Soul Soldier's throne.

There was bird blood and feathers falling from the sky onto the flags and drapes outside his large account, making a pounding sound of rain.

His hand fell on the Soul Soldier's throne.

A dull metal buzz sounded and many people were frightened.

In the roaring noise, a number of clerics dressed in blood-sampled Purgatory Mountain robes walked out of the squad covered with flags and candles and headed toward Cape Mountain.