Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 25: No trace

lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the fairy magic change!

---------..

()(). In just a dozen breaths, three people have been standing next to the body of the sacred female cultivator. [If you love reading, you love sharing. :] One is a cold middle-aged man in his forties wearing a cyan robe. The wide-sleeved robe on his body is all made of metal wire. The purple petal-like textures on the cyan robe are not like ornamentation. On the contrary, it is like a rune, shimmering with a luster between ceramic and metal. Among the other two people, one of them was a young Daman general wearing a dark red chain mail and two chain guns on his back. His face was as hard as a knife and full of murderous aura. There is another man with a long body, but his face is white, he looks very feminine, and he is wearing a big red thick robe and a round pointed top hat on his head. His appearance looks like a temple that has not seen the sun for many years. Priest in the house. At a glance, I saw the corpse with the broken arm of the big mang female cultivator and the broken throat bone. This white-faced man with the appearance of a priest said coldly: "At least the cultivator above the rank of national scholar, you two search together." As soon as this sound was made, the man with the appearance of a priest instantly brought out a red afterimage, rushed into the back room of the courtyard, slammed the window and rushed out. "It's just a little higher than our cultivation base. He puts on the commander-in-chief everywhere and orders us..." The young Damang general with two chain guns on his back frowned and couldn't help saying. Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the cold middle-aged man beside him very unpleasantly: "Master Tie, the foreign enemy is now, so don't say this for now, and you know that the other party is not so proud because of his status. "The young Damang general's expression was cold, and as soon as he closed his voice, he heard several consecutive clicks on the roof in the distance. This sound was obviously caused by someone who accidentally stepped on a piece of tiled surface while rushing, but in the eagerness, unable to control the strength and footing, and even stepped on several pieces. The expressions of the two changed, and the silhouettes suddenly bounced off the ground like a stone thrown by a catapult, and they stepped on the courtyard wall of this private house. Both of them stepped across a courtyard. The difference was a cold middle-aged man. The figure is relatively light, but the young Damang generals are extremely soul-saving. Most of them use their physical strength. They make a crashing sound when they step on them, splashing mud and gravel, looking very violent. Suddenly, the expressions of these two reckless practitioners were horrified. Especially the reckless young general who was very violent across the time, there was a look of horror in his eyes. Because at this moment, a red figure swept past them with a gust of wind, and in an instant it was already ten positions ahead of them. The red figure that came from behind was the man in the red robe who looked like a priest. The red-robed man with the appearance of a priest obviously searched in the wrong direction from the roof at the moment, and chased him back, but even so, he quickly surpassed the two. At this moment, between the flying on the roof across an alleyway, the red robe on the man with the appearance of a priest still shakes extremely smoothly like a waterfall, standing still as usual, without any distractions, full of With a taste of majesty, sacred and mysterious. At this time, hundreds of sergeants of Damang had also quickly outflanked the place where the sound was made. Many of them also saw this red-robed priest who seemed to be sliding in a still space, with respect and fear in their eyes. Look. There is a ball of flame and molten mark on the back of the high hat and red robe of the man with the appearance of a priest. This, in Damang, represents the envoy of Purgatory Mountain. In Damang, the envoys of Purgatory Mountain and the elders of all ranks who do not walk in the world are the symbols of strength and transcendence. ......The red robe purgatory mountain messenger body is straight, even if flying on the roof, it is like walking on the smooth ground in the hall, the figure is not high and low, and the body is majestic and powerful with a hot breath. Power continuously gushes from his wide red sleeves, pushing his body forward. Only less than twenty steps away from the roof where the sound is made. At this moment, several extremely thin black lines suddenly appeared in the world in the eyes of this red-robed purgatory mountain envoy. These black lines are extremely subtle. In the thick night before dawn, ordinary people can't see them unless their eyes are right before the black lines. Even the red robe purgatory mountain messenger is only a few feet in front of him. , These very thin black lines appeared in the perception. The snow-white face of the envoy from the Red Robe Purgatory Mountain changed drastically, and even a hint of silvery gray with blue appeared in his skin. In this very short time, he couldn't even jump up and avoid it, because there were two black lines that crossed above his head. "Boom!" At this moment, the purgatory mountain messenger who had no time to do extra moves, his sleeves rolled out like alive, and slapped fiercely on the black lines in front. With a clattering sound, several black threads were broken by his blow, but the roof at the foot of Purgatory Mountain was unable to withstand this force and collapsed suddenly. The face of this Purgatory Mountain envoy just showed an angry look, but in an instant, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable horror. Below the collapsed roof, in the darker room, there are also several criss-crossing black lines. "Chi!" "Chi!" Two black threads slit his red robe, embedded in his right leg, and instantly cut into the flesh and blood, and stopped when he cut his leg bones. Although the strength of his fall could not make the black thread cut off his tough bones, the pain of cutting the bones with the sharp black thread and the anger of being trapped by the opponent made this purgatory mountain messenger feel sharp. Tremble. "Crack! Click! Click!" At this moment, the sound of footsteps on the far side of the roof was heard again. Such a voice caused many sergeants who were approaching the roof to shout at the same time. This shout was originally just to remind the whereabouts of colleagues and enemies elsewhere, and under the command of many school officers, many sergeants have lit torches one after another. Some houses even started to burn to create more light. However, the pain of injury and the anger of being conspired by the opponents caused this red robe purgatory mountain envoy to temporarily lose some sense. "Shut up all!" Amidst an extremely harsh roar, a scarlet chain flew out of the right hand of this angry red-robed purgatory mountain envoy, and the spirit power that should have been cherished poured out of him. , The scarlet chain with terrifying power rolled in front of him, destroying house after house. This red-robed purgatory mountain envoy turned into a huge red python, rushing furiously from the house all the way. All the Damang sergeants looked at the direction of the Purgatory Mountain envoy in amazement, and did not dare to speak for a while. The two Damang practitioners flying on the courtyard wall didn't know what happened, but they were. Keenly felt the blood coming from the wind ahead. Just when most of the big mang soldiers' attention was attracted by the furious purgatory mountain messenger, Lin Xi, who was sneaking calmly and lightly in the dark, was only two distances from the big inn with the strange sound of hitting the cage. Three houses. The extremely quick response of this army, and so many practitioners, made Lin Xi feel that this army is very problematic, not an army that performs general military affairs. After taking a slow and deep breath, he paused, took out several small stones wrapped in cotton cloth in succession, then opened his bow, and put these small stones in the time of two breaths. All ejected. His fingers dexterously moved the strings, and when the stones were ejected like arrows, the strings suddenly tightened, and there was no sound. "Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"...In the distance, several footsteps sounded faintly. Except for the first sound of footsteps made by Lin Xi deliberately, and leading the reckless cultivator to the trap he arranged, the next two "footsteps" were all sounded out with superb arrow skills. After shooting these few stones, Lin Xi tapped his toes in the shadows, and the whole person was like a piece of paper, moving fast against a wall, and quickly passed through a narrow alley to the back wall of the inn. Just before a few patrol sergeants walked out of a corner, Lin Xi dug his fingers into the cracks in the uneven stone wall of the inn, and with a little effort, the whole person was already like a gecko. He reached the second floor. In the shadows under the eaves. The several Damang patrol sergeants did not find any abnormalities and continued to circle forward. Lin Xi silently completed a movement of turning over the eaves, and quickly climbed to a window where you could see the scene of the hall. In the gaps between the not-closed wooden lattice windows, Lin Xi saw a black-red metal prison car parked in the lobby of the inn. Lin Xi's body stiffened a little at a glance, her breathing stopped, and her pupils couldn't help but shrink. ...The furious red-robed messenger of Purgatory Mountain went all the way forward. The two great cultivators at the back quickly walked through the ruins that broke behind him with great tacit understanding. From the **** breath along the way, the two practitioners in the Great Mang Army knew that the infiltrated assassin had arranged some traps and had successfully injured the envoy of Purgatory Mountain who was above them in front of them. Under such circumstances , Walking along the ruins of this destruction is naturally the safest. Nearly a thousand sergeants Damang have completed the roundabout, completely surrounding the place where they made their voices. The red-robed messenger of Purgatory Mountain rushed to the place where he made the last sound. However, under his furious search and the army's destructive search, the opponent seemed to have completely disappeared from the air. ***(The next third chapter will have more words than this chapter later in the evening) Read the latest and most complete novels/

★★★The latest chapters you see or

It's convenient to watch next time★★★

---------

.T