Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 55: You don’t understand

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The sight of 300,000 troops encircling a city from all directions is shocking and full of real epic feelings just by imagination.

For anyone who has personally experienced the battle of the Star Falling Tomb that year, many scenes in the war are deep inside and will never be erased.

Tang Chuqing was also in such an epic battle back then, but at that time he was very young. Most of the time, he was only assisting in caring for the wounded and carrying arrows and other weapons. He was not always on the front line of the battle, so he There were far fewer shocking pictures than the white-shirted swordsman.

He has never seen such black.

However, the teacher of this white-shirted swordsman, in the Battle of Falling Star Mausoleum that year, like the white-shirted swordsman of the past two days, wanted to let his disciples see as much as possible. Learned something, so although this white-shirted swordsman was as young as Tang Chuqing in the Battle of Falling Star Mausoleum, most of the time, he followed his teacher and was at the forefront of the battlefield.

He has seen many powerful practitioners of Yunqin who followed Dean Zhang...In that battle, because the number of ordinary sergeants on the side of Yunqin was too small, the number of powerful practitioners who followed Dean Zhang was too large. Many, so the protagonists on the battlefield are always those Yunqin practitioners who are too powerful to be human.

From the actions of those Yunqin practitioners, and from the many scenes of that battle, this white-shirted swordsman also gained a lot of insights, and only then has such an achievement today.

In that certain picture, he had seen such blackness.

It was this kind of darkness under the scorching sun at that time, and at the same time it instantly turned into hundreds of millions of black particles permeating mile, which brought together two thousand soul soldiers and dozens of heavy armor sergeants and dozens of sages from Nanmo Kingdom at that time. The soul power in the existing powerful practitioners melted like ice and snow in an instant.

The heavy armor of two thousand soul soldiers that lost their soul power fell down at high speed, like pieces of scrap iron stumbling together. The dozens of powerful men who are enough to make most practitioners look up in the world are just like ordinary Like human beings, they died in the squeeze and impact of steel.

This is one of the most shocking pictures in his mind.

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Following his teacher, this white-shirted swordsman witnessed how mighty and invincible the army of South Moroccan was that day, and how beautiful it was that it was close to the falling star mausoleum. He also witnessed that the army of South Moroccan was taking advantage. Under the circumstances, the whole process of losing steadily, and finally being terrified and falling into defeat. [] At that time, his teachers and the strongest practitioners of the South Moroccan country of the same age did not know that such a piece of stuff was enough to plunge the hearts of all enemies into the deepest blackness, whether it was medicine or soul soldier, the only thing that could Certainly, it must not be made by any craftsman in this world, it must be the same as Dahei, a relic from some unknown place.

After using such a thing to kill the most important and powerful force of the South Moroccan army at that time, there are still many more critical moments in the entire Starfall Mausoleum.

At that moment, some cultivators who followed Dean Zhang, Dean Zhang’s friends, and even used their flesh and blood to fill in some gaps in the city wall until the last trace was exhausted. The soul power ran out of the last blood in the body, and he fell down with countless wounds.

But at the most critical moment when many of these friends who were vital to Dean Zhang died in the battle, the deepest darkness did not reappear, so for the Nanmo Kingdom at that time, and later for the reckless practitioners , There is only one such thing, it has been exhausted, there is no such thing in the world.

However, in this East Jingling, he saw the deepest blackness again.

Let all practitioners instantly fall from the clouds to the blackness of ordinary people.

At this moment, the white-shirted swordsman with all the remaining soul power in his body dissipated, as if he had really seen his fate, his past and present, as if he had once again come to the star-falling mausoleum that day.

His heart is slightly bitter.

He knew that Dean Zhang at the time definitely didn’t have such a thing. He had it, and he would definitely use it at the time... It must be the Qingluan Academy later, in the long years after the establishment of the country, Found such a thing.

And Qingluan Academy didn't over-entrust it, and put too much emphasis on the ability of the gods.

Qingluan Academy always put his strongest strength on Lin Xi's body.

So Dongjingling was the city where Qingluan Academy had the strongest power in this battle.

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From the sacred step that was detached from this time, to Shen Tu Nian, whose flames and brilliance were extinguished, the expression on his face could not be described in words.

He staggered, and his forward body almost couldn't stand firmly and fell directly to the ground.

Lin Xi was also very shocked.

The first feeling of this kind of change made him feel as if he was instantly abolished.

But he also quickly saw the petite figure in black robe standing at the top of the riverside pavilion. He knew that this was his own, and he felt relieved immediately, and no longer panicked completely.

Then he quickly sensed that there was no other change in his body except for the dissipation of soul power, and he understood that such a thing can only destroy all the practitioners in the enveloped area. His spirit power is like emptying a piece of water in a pond in an instant, but it does not damage the pond itself... So it just consumes the spirit power, not abolishing the cultivation base, as long as there is time to meditate and practice, the spirit power can still be slowly Save up.

Such a certain perception made him feel calmer and calmer.

Shen Tu Nian stood firm, his body trembled violently, his face was distorted with deep wrinkles, he finally understood what had happened, and thought of a certain record in the purgatory mountain books.

"Such a thing... Qingluan Academy still has it."

He muttered to himself, said.

"You have Zhang Liangji, and I have a wall ladder. You have mad dogs in Purgatory Mountain. Our Qingluan Academy will of course have good things." Lin Xi thought about the power of this thing, and said with emotion. , And suddenly felt that it was meaningless to say this to Shen Tu Nian, and murmured to himself: "But you also don't understand the darkness of night, and talking to you is nonsense, and you don't understand."

Shen Tu Nian does not understand the darkness of night during the day. Of course, he can't know what Zhang Liangji is and what is the ladder over the wall. But when he heard Lin Xi's ridiculous words, he was like the tortured serfs in the mountains of Purgatory, and he couldn't produce much anger at all.

He just raised his head and looked at Lin Xi, "So what? Even if everyone doesn't have spirit power, I'm still the body of a saint master, and my strength is still stronger than you."

Lin Xi drew out her sword backhand, in an inexplicable tone, with a hint of sadness, looked at Shen Tu Nian, "You can try it."

Shen Tu Nian's body pauses slightly.

At this moment, looking at Lin Xi's face, he even began to doubt the world.

Lin Xi's calm and slightly sad face makes people see strong confidence.

So even if the saint master without soul power is definitely better than the national scholar without soul power, and Shen Tu Nian has practiced longer and experienced more battles, but no one wants to step forward to help him, just watching He raised the sword and faced Shen Tu Nian alone.

Shen Tu Nian took a deep breath. At this time, he forced himself to put all his emotions and doubts about the world out of his mind, he bent down and picked up a section of the silver-white metal hollow tube.

This is the first used by Chu Yehan. The weapon that resisted the white-shirted swordsman's flying sword was destroyed, but as long as it penetrates into the human body, it can also kill.

Shen Tu Nian began to run in small steps. His movements were still very fast. When the air exploded, the silver-white hollow tube in his hand suddenly dropped and flew directly to Lin Xi's neck. At the same time, his body straightened. , Kicked Lin Xi's belly.

At this moment, reality and imaginary change.

With the power of his kick, it was enough to kick Lin Xi, who didn't have a soul protection body, seriously injured, or at least directly lost combat power.

However, when the hollow broken tube in his hand was let go, Lin Xi had already turned around.

So in the scene at this moment, every movement of Shen Tu Nian seemed to cooperate with Lin Xi.

Lin Xi turned around and Shen Jian went down.

The silver-white hollow broken tube whirring in the air swept across his neck, and Shen Tu Nian's knee hit Lin Xi's sword.

So when Shen Tu Nian kicked it out, his whole calf was broken.

Lin Xi's body slid past Shen Tu Nian.

His movements did not seem to be fast in everyone's eyes, but the weight of a certain part of the body suddenly separated from the body, and Shen Tu Nian could not maintain his balance at this time, so his body was falling. Lin Xi was not polite. After Shen Tu Nian's punch, he looked strange and non-threatening because of the loss of balance. At the same time, he raised his sword again and easily cut off Shen Tu Nian's arm.

He stood behind Shen Tu Nian.

Shen Tu Nian, who lost an arm and a calf, fell heavily behind him.

Shen Tu Nian's body is numb.

He didn't even feel pain when he fell to the ground.

He just thinks this world is too unreasonable.

"Do I really understand? Or is this just a nightmare?"

He coughed, and exhausted his last strength, slammed his head against the wet slate surface.

Viscous blood spattered from his cracked head.

"You are wrong, you are very wrong."

Lin Xi hasn't turned her head yet, but through the voice, he knew what happened, so he said this in his heart and turned around slowly.

In his line of sight, like the darkest streets of Dongjingling with the strongest ink painting, there is a lot of blood flying.

In this world, everything is real.

Because the blood shed by many Yunqin people here is unprecedentedly real.

"It's not unreasonable, but there is some reason, you don't understand."

He said softly in his heart again.

The white-shirted swordsman looked at Lin Xi. No one knew what he understood at the moment or what he understood. He didn't make any sound, just a silent, bitter smile, and bowed forward.

The sword held between his palms, pierced his heart and leaked from his back.

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