Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 20: Nandu City

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Ni Henian was still thinking while the dazzling golden flashes filled.

The skull formed by thick black smoke and the golden thunder light are like two different worlds.

He is like a silkworm cocoon that is really being shredded. The traces of vitality on his body are like being drawn from him by countless invisible small black hands, and then it becomes the power of these countless small black hands.

The black skull is shaking and grinning.

Ni Henian is thinking.

In his perception, the countless black smoke outside him is countless runes, then he is firmly locked in this world.

The source of these runes is in the hands of the Great Elder of Purgatory Mountain.

This makes him look like a fish in the net cage held by the elder of Purgatory Mountain.

The fish can't force the fisherman, so he is already defeated at this time.

But I don't know why, but I don't know why, he always feels that something is wrong... He always feels that as long as he finds out the problem, he will definitely defeat the elder of the Purgatory Mountain.

This kind of intuition, for a practitioner of his level, often means fact.

He thought quietly, just as the golden light spread into his vision, and there was a dazzling light in his eyes that he could not see clearly, a light appeared in his mind.

He figured out what the problem was.

So he raised his head. He is still the most invincible practitioner in Zhongzhou City.

He did nothing, and slowly retracted his outstretched hand, but quietly let the black smoke outside his body pull away from his vitality.

It's like waiting for death.

However, the elder of Purgatory Mountain let out a low roar, and the black smoke and black flame on his body spurted out, like a volcanic eruption.

He was just staying there waiting for Ni Henian, roaring, waving the scepter in his hand, and rushing towards Ni Henian.

The black smoke and flames that continue to expand outside him makes him like a giant that keeps getting bigger.

However, he has no legs. At this moment, he is waving his scepter and roaring and running, but it looks very ridiculous...The golden thunder light of the tide expands outwards and slowly disappears.

Leng Zhennan first fell out of the converging thunder.

There were no scars on his body, but his hands kept shaking.

For a powerful saint-level archer, he can't even hold the bow and arrow in his hand, which means he can't fight at all.

So he kept retreating while staggering, knocked down several carriages, and kept retreating into Zhongzhou City outside the palace.

Lei Guang kept converging, and then revealed Wen Xuanshu's figure.

What made some practitioners in the Thunder Academy whose bodies were already crumbling in the distance desperately, Wen Xuanshu stood firmly in the wreckage of the broken carriage.

The faint blood flowing from his ears seems to have drawn two runes on his cheeks. The real dragon clothes on his body are shining dazzlingly in the sun, as if there are countless little dragons wandering on him. On his body, the former first official of Yunqin appeared more cold and powerful.

The flimsy flying sword of the Shadow Sage is still entwined with the soft flying sword, like a pair of idiotic men and women, grinding together fiercely, sparks.

At this moment, all the eyes of the shadow sage hiding in the shadow above a beam in the Golden Luang Temple were filled with astonishment.

Wen Xuanshu stretched out his hand steadily.

The small purple sand metal hand he was holding in his left hand accurately knocked on the thin flying sword of the Shadow Sage Master.

The thin flying sword split with one blow, turning into dozens of streams of light flying in the cloud and autumn sun.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted from the mouth of the Shadow Sage Master, which dyed the exquisite decorations on the beams red.

The scribe in white shirt stood in the autumn light well.

Wen Xuanshu also stood coldly and powerfully in the autumn light.

……

The world seems to be quiet, only the roaring elder of Purgatory Mountain has no feet, but is still running towards Ni Henian.

"I have been thinking about what the problem is before, but I finally figured it out. [~]"

Ni Henian still did nothing, just faintly uttered, as if he was teaching a younger generation: "If you are strong enough to kill me, then the Purgatory Mountain Master wants to kill Li Ku. You must hear Cang Yue."

"However, your superficial strength appears to be so powerful, so powerful that even I can't compete."

"There is only one possibility, that is, you are too old, too old to last...You look like an extremely powerful giant, but you are actually just a rotten bone."

The elder of Purgatory Mountain is still roaring.

The black smoke and flames on his body are still swelling, so thick that people can't see him inside, just feel that there is a huge demon **** that is constantly expanding.

However, hearing Ni Henian’s sentence is already a rotten bone, his originally proud and majestic face showed a frightened expression, just like when he was teaching the Purgatory Mountain in the Black Jade Hall that day. look.

He knew that Ni Henian was very strong, but he did not expect that Ni Henian was so strong.

He roared and ran to Ni Henian, waving the scepter in his hand, like a barbarian who didn’t know how to practice fighting, scooping a bone on the opponent’s head, and smashing towards Ni Henian. Past.

With an unremarkable smash, the black flame behind him was a loud bang, and it was all drawn in front of him, forming a black pillar of fire.

The black scepter carried a huge pillar of fire and crashed into Ni Henian.

The elders of Purgatory Mountain still have extravagant hopes.

Ni Henian suddenly had an indescribable pride.

At this moment, the gate of the imperial palace collapsed. From the gate opened in the cave, he could see the farther part of Zhongzhou City. Looking at this majestic city bathed in autumn light, he just thought, no matter what he did. Is everything right or wrong in the end, but it is his own way that has made him come to such a step, so that he can be qualified to guard this city.

With their own presence, those who dared not enter this city decades ago are still unable to show off in this city.

With such pride, he stretched out his hands, imaginary.

Like Zhongcheng's moon hammer, a majestic force is generated between his arms.

It's just that this force didn't turn into that violent moon, it just turned into a soft air mass.

It's like a ball, blocking him and the elders of Purgatory Mountain.

The black scepter carrying the huge pillar of fire fell, but it just threw him back high and ejected.

"Ni Henian, do you really think you are the strongest in this city?!"

The elder of Purgatory Mountain uttered a stern roar, which was confident, but even he himself felt that his voice was not confident.

He suddenly wanted to escape.

However, I feel there is nowhere to escape.

Then he thought that if he flees timidly in such an enemy, like a coward, then he will probably end up a hundred times more miserable than death.

So his body was slightly stiff.

Ni Henian's body fell to the ground.

Then he felt that the strength of the elder of Purgatory Mountain had begun to decline, so he lightly tapped his toes, like a real big crane, flew up, and instantly floated back to the elder of Purgatory Mountain.

The elder of Purgatory Mountain roared in fear.

He waved his scepter again and hit Ni Henian.

Ni Henian's two white jade fingers fell on his scepter.

Fingertips are slightly focused.

Two faint vitality rushed into the body of the elder of Purgatory Mountain along the rune of the scepter.

The elder of Purgatory Mountain howled in horror, and the blood on his hand began to crack and fester.

Everyone can already see that he and Ni Henian have been divided in this battle, but his heart is still full of unwillingness.

The blood rushed out of his arm.

The weird silver-white blood coagulated on his arm, and even spread to him quickly.

His whole person seems to be turning into silver-white metal.

"Click!" A sound.

His scepter fell from his hand, and his clenched silver-white fist broke Ni Henian's two fingers.

A dull force followed Ni Henian's arm and rushed into Ni Henian's body.

Ni Henian's face was sharp.

With a low drink, he took another step forward, and his left hand once again clicked on the chest of the elder of Purgatory Mountain.

The elder of Purgatory Mountain was suddenly pierced by his finger.

The heavy blood gurgled like silver, as if to freeze Ni Henian's hand.

However, before the silvery white blood had time to solidify, Ni Henian's two sword-like fingers had deepened again, piercing his violently contracted heart.

After the powerful force pierced the heart of this purgatory mountain elder, it hit his back fiercely, a silver-white blood like a sword, with many internal organs and bone fragments, from purgatory The back of the mountain elder spouts like a fountain.

Ni Henian narrowed his eyes and retracted his hand.

The elder of Purgatory Mountain also gurgled silver-white blood.

The blood flowed more and more, but the skin and flesh on his body were withering away like weathering.

A puff of black smoke and flames began to rush out of him with blood.

Soon, all the flesh and blood on the elder of Purgatory Mountain disappeared and turned into fly ashes.

The elder of Purgatory Mountain really turned into a pair of withered bones, and it clicked and scattered on the ground.

All Yunqin people who saw this scene felt very trembling.

The sage of Zhongzhou City, faced with the mysterious existence that came out of the unknowable place, and won a battle.

It’s just that when everyone saw Ni Henian, they started coughing lightly and coughing up blood.

Even ordinary practitioners have already seen that it is impossible for him to defeat Wen Xuanshu and the white-shirted scribe next to Wen Xuanshu.

"Ni Da worship, it's okay."

Wen Xuanshu bowed slightly to him and saluted him seriously, and said in earnest: "The great worship is dedicated to the Tao, it is not necessary to accompany the uncle to die together."

Most of the spirit power in Ni Henian's body has already flowed out of his body. After so many battles, his body has been exhausted to the extreme.

However, at this moment, he just shook his head, glanced at True Dragon Mountain, and whispered in a peculiar tone: "It's almost...V