Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 93: If I can live again

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Zhang Ping began to feel fear for the first time after becoming a real demon king.

He couldn't believe that there was someone in this world who could welcome death so peacefully and wanted to destroy with him.

His reincarnation and all his pride and confidence were all broken by Xuan Yuan.

He dared not fight anymore.

He turned around and fled.

He desperately sucked the surrounding air, the sound of air pouring into his chest and abdomen, and even made a heart-palpitating squeal.

He bends his knees fiercely, sending all the power in his body to his feet.

His body suddenly disappeared into the air.

If a person's speed is fast enough to completely exceed the limit of all eyes and perception, then he will disappear.

And when the speed reaches a point where he can't even catch up with the rest of the power, then he only needs to maintain this speed, and it is impossible for any power to hit him.

……

At this time, Zhang Ping exhausted all his strength and fled.

As long as he escapes this time, he will still have a chance to fight Lin Xi.

"You really are no longer a person."

Lin Xi turned her head and said such a sentence.

His anger has also reached its extreme.

He has always dared to love and hate.

Zhang Ping does not dare to be angry, but his anger can make him go beyond his limits.

He stretched out his hand.

Nangong Weiyang felt his thoughts and let go.

The sword in her hand suddenly reached Lin Xi's hand.

Endless heaven and earth vitality poured into this sword, and this sword chased Zhang Ping.

At this time, Lin Xi could not capture Zhang Ping's true figure, but he could feel the wind brought by Zhang Ping, and he could perceive the vitality of the world around Zhang Ping.

His sword completed an unknown number of piercings in one breath.

Countless sword lights filled the air.

Zhang Ping hit these sword lights.

Jianguang was directly scattered by him, but his figure was slower after all.

It's just a little bit slower, and his figure clearly appeared in Lin Xi's perception.

Lin Xi coughed softly.

The flow of spirit power in his body accelerated again.

His blood is pouring out of his skin, forming a faint mist of blood on his body.

However, he felt pleased.

His flying sword accurately pierced Zhang Ping's heart.

Zhang Ping grabbed Feijian with his right hand.

The power of him and Zhang Ping are in a stalemate, and the breath outside of them is like a sea, sweeping out.

The expansion of the breath made the bodies of the two people seem to have grown countless times in an instant.

The sword that carried Lin Xi's infinite anger still seemed insufficient to penetrate Zhang Ping's body.

At this moment, Lin Xi's body again surged with strength.

This power comes from his melting soul, countless subtle golden lightning, in his hand condensed into a spear.

Then his feet fell heavily on the ground, and he threw out the lightning spear.

At the moment of throwing, another power was generated in his body. This power came from his "black", the physical power of his magical transformation.

The spear that gathered his powers did not shoot directly at Zhang Ping's body, but hit his flying sword like a heavy hammer.

The flying sword stuck in the air suddenly moved forward, and the tip of the sword pierced Zhang Ping's body.

Zhang Ping's face became stiff, and his right hand's five fingers, like five cut turnips, fell suddenly.

His body unconsciously arched back. Before the flying sword completely smashed his heart, his left hand forcibly slapped the sword down and pierced it diagonally into his abdomen. .

His body is still the most powerful weapon in the world, and his flesh and blood clamped the sword firmly.

However, when the five fingers of his right hand were severed, and fear and the real breath of death enveloped him, the pain he had forgotten before seemed to have clearly returned to his body.

"Ah!"

Along with a screaming scream, a purple-red flame of more than ten meters long burst out of his mouth.

Lin Xi raised her head.

He let go of the sword that pierced Zhang Ping's body.

The vitality of heaven and earth continued to pour into his body, condensed into flying swords at his fingertips, and then was thrown into the endless sky by him, falling into Zhang Ping's body.

……

Zhang Ping has been hit hard, and is no longer as strong as when he rushed towards Lin Xi in armor at the beginning.

A purple-red flame emerged from his body, but under the impact of sword light, the flame became volatile like candlelight.

He drew Lin Xi's sword from his body.

Suddenly a lot of blood has appeared on the back of his hand and arm.

He threw the sword towards Lin Xi. Before he shot it, there were more than ten **** sword marks on his body.

He threw a flying sword.

However, because of his pain and the tremor of his body, this sword could not lock Lin Xi's body at all. It cut through the sky, flew over Lin Xi's left side and turned into a stream of fire, not knowing where it would eventually fall.

Sword wounds appeared on his forehead.

Black blood flowed into his eyes, and he began to lose sight of the world in front of him, and he could no longer stop Lin Xi's power from continuing to cut his body.

So he is like experiencing the Ling Chi of these flying swords, being cut by thousands of swords.

……

The sky becomes brighter.

The five fingers of Zhang Ping's left hand were also cut off and dropped like young bamboo shoots.

The flesh and blood on his body began to disappear, revealing his bones.

Then both the palms of his hands and palms fell completely, and his feet left his body.

This is an extremely miserable sight.

Except for the sound of the flying sword impacting on Zhang Ping, there is no longer any sound in the entire wilderness.

"Why, why so many of my methods are broken!"

"Why does the sky kill me!"

"Why is it so unfair to me!"

However, Zhang Ping's voice rang again.

In his voice, his body can no longer remain on the ground.

His body was rushed up by the sword current and flew out.

Countless flying swords fell on him again in the wind, and then his body fell heavily to the ground again.

His body fell into the mud, and the surrounding air became quiet, and there was no longer a flying sword made of the anger of heaven and earth, but he could no longer stand up.

He felt weak and weak, and even had difficulty making a sound.

Then he saw a figure covering the sky above him.

He saw Lin Xi standing in front of him.

"I have said so much...Don’t you understand until now?" Lin Xi looked at Zhang Ping, whose meridians were broken and his body was like a rag, and he could no longer possess powerful strength. He looked at him full of resentment and unwillingness. Binoculars, whispered: "This world will never be the world of a certain person. You have your ideas, but others also have other people's ideas. So if a person wants to use his own ideas to conquer and dominate this world, naturally I will encounter resistance from everyone. So if I do it like you, I will lose. So even if you can defeat me this time, someone will still defeat you in the future."

Zhang Ping wanted to speak, but he felt the internal organs and flesh and blood flowing out of his body.

He thought of the black worm that had been bitten out by himself in the cave under the Demon King's face.

He felt like a black worm without any power.

So he realized his end.

He unconsciously cried and screamed, "Lin Xi, I hate you. From the beginning, you didn't regard me as a friend, right? You've always been condescending to look at someone like me, right!"

Lin Xi looked at him silently.

At this moment, he thought of a lot of pictures, and thought of many classmates and Yunqin soldiers who had already left this world and could never survive.

He didn't answer Zhang Ping's question again, but turned and left Zhang Ping silently.

Zhang Ping opened his mouth, but he didn't make any sound for a while.

He saw two pieces of metal falling down, falling on the side of his head.

Those are two crude metal arm guards.

……

Zhang Ping stopped talking.

There are just countless pictures flashing in his mind.

He began to fall into pure loneliness and fear.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar breath.

He opened his eyes vigorously.

He saw the face that often appeared in his mind.

He can't understand the emotions of Lin Xi, Qin Xiyue and others at all.

However, at this moment, he can suddenly feel the emotion of the other party.

He knew this was Qin Xiyue because of what he did, because he was once a friend, and finally bid him farewell.

"Why is this."

He still refuses to think that he is wrong, he just still blames the world for why they will eventually become where they are today.

He didn't want to let others see his humble and powerless appearance, and he didn't want to see this world again.

He closed his eyes in pain.

His heart split on its own and withered.

……

There was a real silence in the wilderness.

Lin Xi stood stupidly in the broken grass, looking at the dead Zhang Ping in a daze.

This former classmate, his friend, the real demon king who was so powerful that the world trembles in the end, died, but he fell into a sense of unreality. He even felt that all of this was too sudden and somewhat unnatural real.

After a long period of silence, he thought, if there is a chance to live again, then Zhang Ping, who died here, would choose a different life.

***

(When Lin Xi stood in the wilderness and watched Zhang Ping's passing, I think everyone has already seen that this is the end of a story. I am very satisfied with the story I told and my quiet state, so when I Standing here, I feel that I don’t have to worry about the finale. Any chapter that follows may be the finale, but this finale may also be very long, because there are many people’s stories that need to be explained. And Yunqin, and this world that may be more beautiful)