Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 42: Your reason, my reason

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"Why?"

The man in the long gown was not angry, but asked this sentence calmly. 【】

In addition to the three major colleges of Qingluan, Lei Ting, and Xianyi, Yunqin University has no less than a hundred places of cultivation and academies. Although Bailu College is not well-known among the other hundreds, it can stand. Steady your heels and become a place of spiritual inheritance, naturally there have been some outstanding master-level figures, and naturally they also have their own pride.

Shang Fengjian, the dean of Bailu College, is this gentleman in long gown, who is only forty years old, but his cultivation has reached the high level of the Great National Teacher, and he is also one of the most likely to become a saint in Qixia Province. One, and his experience is quite mixed. He was first born as a private school teacher, then joined the frontier army, became a practitioner, and was later accepted as a direct younger brother by the former dean of Bailu College. Compared with ordinary practitioners, he has an extra share. The turbulent wave is ahead and the temperament becomes calm.

In the previous few days, he also heard some specific details about the confrontation between Zhang Ping and Lin Xi in Zhongzhou City. When this middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain appeared in the sight of Bailu Academy, he was already certain that Zhang Ping, who had obtained the complete inheritance of ancient practitioners, was still alive.

In the past, Purgatory Mountain and Thousand Demon Caverns only received one or two incomplete inheritances from the ancient practitioners of the Heavenly Demon Prison, and they became powerful spiritual holy sites that have stood for countless years in the world. Of course, he knew Zhang who had obtained the complete inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Prison. Ping is terrible, but just like Xu Yanyan, Leng Zhennan, and Rongjia, the forces accumulated over the years still controlled the Zhongzhou Imperial City with the help of the men and the military, but the edict issued in the name of the Imperial City cabinet is still not available in many places. To admit that there are countless different opinions in many provinces of Yunqin, Shang Fengjian, like many Yunqin practitioners, naturally has its own integrity.

Send a random person to make people obey. Such words and behaviors are naturally ridiculous in Shang Fengjian's eyes.

If you change to a more rude cultivator, I’m afraid it’s not "why" the answer is at this moment, but it must be "Send someone here and want an academy to surrender. He really thinks he's a quagmire." Lord, is the ruler of the world of practitioners?"

The middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain in a different red robe raised his head and opened his lips slightly, but before he could speak, a white-faced swordsman wearing a green robe and carrying a long sword with a green sheath, But it appeared at the door of Bailu Academy.

"Yes, why?"

The white-faced swordsman bowed his sword as a salute, and at the same time said gently.

"Brother Zhao."

Shang Fengjian bowed back, his eyes warm.

This Zhao Rulin is the most famous swordsman among the great lords surnamed Zhao in Qixia province. Although the contacts are not deep on weekdays, it is naturally touching to come to help at this time.

"Those who serve me the devil can gain eternal life."

The face of the middle-aged priest in Purgatory Mountain remained unchanged, and he chanted calmly.

Shang Fengjian frowned slightly, and said with a smirk: "Get the same power as the previous six old monsters? Are the six old monsters dead long ago? Who in this world can survive forever... Only spirit and faith can be passed on forever."

The middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain was a little disappointed holding Shang Fengjian, and shook his head, "No, there is fear in this world that is immortal."

"In the deepest fears, people's ideas tend to become simple in the end, they will only consider their own survival, or survive better than the people around them, and will no longer think about the meaning of their lives." Wei Wei After a meal, the middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain calmly held Shang Fengjian and Zhao Ruling who walked to Shang Fengjian's side, and slowly said: "Don't forget that Purgatory Mountain once made the whole reckless surrender, so don't think , The whole Yunqin will not be able to surrender. With the passage of time, everything will eventually change."

"Unless all Yunqin people like me are killed." Shang Fengjian said seriously, holding the middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain.

The blue-robed swordsman Zhao Ruling who stood beside him smiled slightly, and with a clear cry, he pulled out the long sword in his hand.

His long sword is also blue, with a layer of runes on the sword, like layers of flowers.

The long sword stretched forward slowly and pointed towards the middle-aged priest in Purgatory Mountain.

However, at the moment when this long sword was stretched out flat, Zhao Rulin's left hand moved slightly, and a soft and soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings was like a poisonous snake, soundlessly like lightning from the sleeve of his left hand. Ejected, pierced into Shang Fengjian's lower abdomen with an astonishing degree.

Shang Fengjian let out a sharp roar, and a crescent moon-like sword light attacked Zhao Rulin's face.

Zhao Ruling stepped back ten steps in an instant and stood still. The blood on his right eyebrow was dripping off, and the entire right eyebrow was cut off, leaving a bony wound.

Shang Fengjian's right index finger is also wrapped with a very soft and very slender silver-white soft sword, his left hand is placed on his lower abdomen, but blood is constantly pouring from his fingers.

Although this middle-aged purgatory mountain red-robed priest judged from the aura of soul power, he was only a middle-level practitioner of a great country teacher, but in

After Zhang Ping took charge of Purgatory Mountain, Purgatory Mountain’s methods were even more bizarre. All his attention had been focused on the middle-aged priest of Purgatory Mountain. It was too late when Zhao Ruling attacked the sword. Zhao Rulin's sword is already full, and the sudden force has shattered the organs in his abdomen.

"You are from Yunqin." Shang Fengjian's face quickly turned gray, and a moment of anger faded from his face. He just looked at Zhao Ruling with a contemptuous and pitiful look, and said These five words.

"Purgatory Mountain is also ruled by the Yunqin people." Zhao Ruling took the Shang Fengjian, took out a piece of Jinpa and wiped the blood flowing in his eyes, quietly whispering: "I can have my choice."

"Good people don't do it, they want to be a dog." Shang Fengjian sat on the ground slowly, his eyes had begun to blur, his breath was weak, but he still laughed in a low voice: "No matter how powerful it is The dog is still a dog."

……

True Dragon Mountain, in the Great Hall of Wujiang.

Zhang Ping sits on the golden dragon chair, with his head hanging down slightly, facing the woman opposite.

The female has a beautiful face, and her lips are as thin as a sword. She is the eldest grandson Muyue of Princess Yunqin.

"Do you know what I am doing at the moment?"

Zhang Ping's indifferent voice began to echo in the Wujiang Hall.

The eldest grandson Muyue kept silent with this former student of Qingluan College.

Zhang Ping should be very young, but now she looks at his face, but she is not his age at all.

"I sent many people to Yunqin, to find the folk Yunqin practitioners, to those places of cultivation, and then tell them to submit to me." Zhang Ping then slowly said with an indifferent expression.

The grandson Muyue raised her head and said in a cold voice: "You are only seeking your own death by doing this."

Zhang Pingyuan looked at her expressionlessly, and said, "I want to hear your reasons."

The eldest grandson Muyue sneered: "The people of Yunqin have learned to straighten their bodies in decades. You want them to bend over to be dogs overnight? Doing this will only create countless The enemy. You yourself should know that even in the current Zhongzhou City, the army is still in constant rebellion and constant fighting. Not to mention wanting to subdue the entire world of practitioners."

"This is your reason." Zhang Ping said indifferently, "but I have my reason. I climbed up from the lowest apprentice in Purgatory Mountain. In Purgatory Mountain, I not only cultivated the magic transformation, but also learned More ways for Purgatory Mountain to rule the world."

"Lin Xi has always wanted to use gentle means to change Yun Qin, but I am not Lin Xi. I don't care about the life and death of some people... Of course I know that most of the people I send out will fail, but I can do it. Let all Yunqin practitioners start to stand in line, so that I can clearly distinguish between my enemies and those who can be used by me. And you should also understand that there are still some people who cannot resist the temptation of power. Fighting against each other, so I can kill a lot of the purgatory brothers who are loyal to me, and let more Yunqin practitioners die in their cannibalism."

Listening to Zhang Ping's voice, Changsun Muyue's lips became even more bloodless, and her voice trembled slightly: "You are crazy."

"What does this have to do with me? Everyone has a Demon King in their hearts. I just release the Demon King in people's hearts." Zhang Ping raised his head slightly, and looked deeply at the grandson Muyue, saying: "From a certain In a sense, you and I are the same person. You abandoned your brother, and I abandoned Qingluan Academy. You should stand with me."

"Release the devil in everyone's heart, what will this world be like?" Long Sun Muyue gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Even if you kill me, I won't be able to stand with you."

"They will live in fear, and then surrender to the real devil." Zhang Ping was not angry, but calmly said to the grandson Muyue, "I will make you change your mind."

After saying this, he gently poke out a flame.

A purgatory mountain red-robed goddess officer walked in, paid a salute to the grandson Muyue, and then took the unspoken grandson Muyue out of the hall.

After the red-robed goddess officer of Purgatory Mountain and the eldest Sun Muyue left this hall, Zhang Ping breathed heavily in the empty and cold hall, and it became more and more rapid, with a purple-gold lustrous face , Became purple due to rapid breathing.

The blood in his body began to float on the surface of his skin, and it seemed that there were cracks in his body about to burst open.

There was a hint of hesitation in his indifferent eyes, but only for a moment, his eyes became cold and firm again.

He took out another white jade medicine bottle, opened it, shook the liquid medicine inside into medicine mist, and sucked it into his mouth and belly.

His breathing gradually calmed down, his face gradually became ruddy, and his eyes became stronger and brighter than usual.

The whole hall, with his scorching breath, gradually filled the intoxicating fragrance of magic eyes.

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