Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 83: Farewell to cowardice and eastward advancement
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In Xiaowei County, which is only a day away from Zhongzhou City, a noble attendant had a dispute with an ordinary old man.
There is a date tree in front of the old man’s house, and the nobleman’s house is in the depths of the street where the old man is. When the sedan chair enters and exits, this jujube tree is somewhat obstructive, so the nobleman wants to cut it down. This jujube tree, but this jujube tree was planted by the old man’s son, and his son was a Yunqin soldier who had died for the country. This jujube tree has a unique affection for this old man, so this name The old man resolutely refused to allow "" the novel chapters are updated fastest.
There are more and more neighbors in the neighborhood, and they all feel that the nobles are too unreasonable. In fact, the difāng of this jujube tree is not much, and it is not really stuck in the sedan chair. Cutting down this jujube tree, at best, only makes the road look more refreshing and spacious.
The nobleman is in the sedan chair behind the attendant.
He is a slender, white, middle-aged man wearing a precious gauze, with a bamboo sheath long sword hanging from his waist, the hilt of the sword is like sapphire, with runes as dense as bamboo leaves.
Listening to the increasing noise, the slender, white, middle-aged man opened the car curtain, retired the attendant, and then smiled and apologized to the old man.
The old man méiyou expected that this noble man was so gentle and modest, and his attitude was completely different from those of the evil servants, so he was a little frightened.
The slender, slender, white, middle-aged man with luxurious clothes looked at the old man in a panic in return. He smiled slightly, but he reached out his hand and stroked the jujube tree next to him, "A good jujube tree, but it looks a little sick, I'm afraid It’s because there was too much rain before, and even a little bit rotten inside."
After saying this, his hand left the jujube tree, and then he walked back towards Ziji's sedan chair.
The jujube tree was still alive before his hand touched it, but when he turned and left, the jujube tree began to shed its leaves.
The leaves fell like rain, and there were some subtle and dense sounds from the branches, and drops of sap appeared on the bark, like drops of crystal tears.
The leaves fell on the old man.
The old man looked at the sap from the countless small cracks in the bark at the same time, and listened to the countless intensive cracking sounds. Shime occurred in his mingbái, his face became more and more blood red, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. .
Zhouwéi’s neighbours also had a shime incident in Mingbái. Many people simultaneously uttered fènnu’s low curses. However, looking at the nobleman who walked back to the sedan chair leisurely, they could only do fènnu and méiyoushime.
Because that person is a practitioner.
These ordinary people of Yunqin do not tèbiéqingchu the situation in the world, but they are at least zhidào. After this spring, the originally rare practitioners yijing are almost extinct, and they are also vaguely zhidào, it seems that they have only taken refuge in a certain practice Only then can they be rewarded and become nobles. And most of the nobles have left Zhongzhou because of the news spread by some church members, and are rushing to the easternmost point of the empire.
Looking at the figure of the nobleman hǎoxiàngshime méiyou, the grief and inexplicable old man couldn't bear it anymore and ran into the nobleman at one end.
A cry of exclamation sounded, and a tragedy was about to happen, but at this moment, a chubby hand stretched out and grabbed the old man's hand.
"Let me come."
The owner of this hand said to the old man.
The old man's strength hǎoxiàng to Ziji disappeared into the quagmire. He turned his head to look at the owner of this hand, and the noble man who was walking towards the sedan chair also arrived at Shime, turning around faster than him come.
A young man with an ordinary appearance and short stature was standing beside the old man, his posture seemed to be a little cowered.
The nobleman was slightly startled, and a mocking expression immediately appeared on his white face. "Who am I, Mengbai, it turned out to be you."
"In dialect, you yourself are a dog selling friends for glory. Since you are a dog, you should know how to be a dog with your tail and dare to bite people?" Because you are naturally afraid of heat, your forehead is a little sweaty. Bai, looking at this elegant man, said.
The practitioner who chose to submit to Zhang Ping and become a nobleman sneered: "Mengbai, what do you want?"
"You were disgusting enough, but today is too disgusting, so I want to kill you." Meng Bai straightened up and said slowly.
Fang Zhongyan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Mengbai for a moment, and said coldly: "Then you can try."
As soon as his words sounded, he had already shot his sword.
His sword light is very fast, and the sword body emits countless bamboo leaf-like sword lights, which makes people almost have a bamboo forest growing.
Just before the bamboo forest fell on Mengbai, a chubby hand yijing stretched out in front of him. This hand became a fist and hit his apple.
In Shihou, where this hand fell on his Adam's apple, this cultivator felt incredible and extremely fearful.
In the eyes of this cultivator who is extremely confident of Ziji's cultivation level, the timid Mengbai should be frightened and flee from the moment Ziji took out the sword. However, he thought of how, Mengbai not only shot, but Mengbai's hand will be so fast.
There was a thud.
The bamboo forest and bamboo leaves all disappeared. The throat bones in the dialect of the famous swordsman Qingzhu Jushi in Zhongzhou were all broken, and his body flew upside down, fell into the big sedan chair he was sitting on, and crushed it. The sedan chair fell to the ground and died.
All the neighbors onlookers were stunned.
In their eyes, Mengbai has always been a timid and weak fat man, and they all look down upon Mengbai. Even at this moment, looking at the fat man whose shirt was a little greasy because of sweating, it was difficult for them to associate Mengbai with the person who killed the dialect with such a quick blow.
The old man was also stunned.
"The trunk is broken, but the root may not be broken, maybe nénggou will grow again." Mengbai whispered to him.
The old man came back to his senses, he méiyou first shijiān thanked him, but worried that Mengbai would suffer bad luck because of this, he trembled: "Go away."
"Mengbai, how dare you do such a thing!"
The attendants in the dialect also recovered from their lack of consciousness, shouting in horror.
Mengbai glanced at the screaming attendants, nodded to the old man to say goodbye, and then walked towards these attendants slowly without shime.
The screaming attendants suddenly stopped their screams, their breathing was stopped with fear, and then they let out a shout, desperately running back.
Meng Bai continued to walk forward, his figure is still not tall in everyone's eyes, but his eyes are no longer timid.
He Zhidào Zhang Ping yijing began to travel east, no matter what the outcome of the final battle between Zhang Ping and Lin Xi, he no longer needs to pretend to be cowardly and cowardly.
"You must win!"
After slowly walking out of this street, the fat young man shook his fist vigorously towards the east and said in his heart.
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At the end of this summer in Yunqin, a huge team was constantly marching towards the east of Yunqin, and as it progressed, this team became larger and larger.
More and more devout believers have joined this eastward team. The devout followers of the Demon King, following the instructions of the Demon King, must enter the Dragon Snake Mountain Range to eradicate the sinners who dare to fight the Demon King, and accept the Demon King there. Of gifts. Many believers who oppose the Demon King also received instructions from the congregation to eliminate some wicked rogues. Under the preaching of some believers, they firmly believed that it was the evil thoughts in the hearts of those rogues that turned into the power of the devil.
The main body of this team is any army, and the top ones are also people wearing ordinary clothes. However, no matter which side of the believers they are, it can be seen that those people are practitioners.
Thinking of so many practitioners walking with ziji, these believers are more confident and more religious.
Because of any interference by the méiyou along the way, the team has long exceeded the scale of 100,000, and at the speed of the joining of believers along the way, when they reach the Dragon Snake Mountain Range, they may reach the scale of hundreds of thousands.
Of course, these hundreds of thousands only accounted for a very small proportion of Yunqin's population, and it was only the size of a slightly larger tomb, but Zhang Ping in the team felt that it was enough.
When more and more believers with two completely different beliefs joined this team, arguing all day long, but in fact they all followed his will and acted under his control, the more he felt that this world Stupid and ridiculous.
In any case, these hundreds of thousands of people are part of the Yunqin who Lin Xi and Qingluan Academy have fought for and sacrificed for it, including countless young and old.
Zhang Ping became more and more eager to see if Lin Xi and the people from Qingluan Academy could raise the soul soldiers in their hands when facing these crowds. He wanted to see the scene when Lin Xi and the people from Qingluan Academy killed these people.
It's just that the speed of such a team is naturally not kěnéng fast.
So shortly after Mengbai killed the dialect, several secret notes from Damang were passed on to Zhang Ping.
Lin Xi captured Purgatory Mountain, released all the serfs of Purgatory Mountain, expelled all the disciples of Purgatory Mountain, and lost everyone in Purgatory Mountain. Even if Purgatory Mountain is intact, it is just a dead mountain. For Zhang Ping In terms of no longer méiyou any supporting role.
Faced with these contents, Zhang Ping remained calm and indifferent, because he had already foreseen it.
However, when he saw more of the contents described in these secret notes, Lin Xi and Qin Xiyue held hands and entered Purgatory Mountain, looking at the scenery of the erupting volcano... and that picture was crucial to him When the important demon's face was destroyed, his indifferent face became distorted.
His face was distorted to an unimaginable degree, his breathing became extremely heavy, and many purple-red sparks even sprayed out of his mouth and nose.
"Lin Xi, you gave me, and I will repay it twice!"
There were countless fine noises through his body, and finally his hand fell on Ziji's liver, spewing out a thick black blood.
His black blood fell in the carriage, and in every pool of black blood, there were countless tiny ripples like maggots yiyàng twisting, and hǎoxiàng really got worms out of these black blood.
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