The Heart Demon Clan, the extraterritorial Wandaomen is officially called the Turing Clan. However, it is not correct to say that it is a family, because the number of Turings in the entire starry sky is also extremely rare, and there are only more than ten Turings recorded by Gu Wandaomen.

Turing has no physical body, it is a kind of spirit demon god condensed purely by spiritual power, no one knows where Turing came from, only that they feed on the dark side of living beings, and constantly grow their spirit body. That's right, Turing is a demon god, not inferior to the extraterritorial righteous path forces, these spirit species that rely on the dark side of living beings as spiritual food are inherently evil existences, and they are real evil aliens!

The Turing Demon God, who had turned into a ghost mouse, let out a scream of fear, and it was obvious that Zhao Ping had a certain relationship with this Turing Demon God.

"Who is this way? It turned out to be you. I haven't been able to find you since that game a thousand years ago, but I didn't expect to hide under my nose. Just settle the new account and the old account together! The purple-robed emperor sneered, looking at the giant ghost rat that suddenly appeared in front of him, thousands of feet tall and covering the sky, and his words were full of disdain.

The power of the Netherworld erupted vigorously from the body of the ghost rat, and this huge and somewhat sensational Netherworld power turned into a steady stream of dark blue ghost fire, cloning this ferocious giant rat with a dark blue flame suit, making the whole giant rat look more fierce and terrifying than Fang Cai!

However, such a fierce figure that covered the sky and the sun and was as huge as a mountain kept retreating in the face of the purple-robed emperor who existed like an ant in his eyes! The seemingly ferocious behemoth rat was frightened. He fears the peerless saint who reigns supreme beyond the realm!

At this moment, Turing's giant rat recalled the days when he was frantically hunted down by the saints of Tongtian. It's just an ordinary demon implantation, which led to Tongtian, a madman who terrified the entire domain, and I have to say that this Turing is indeed quite miserable.

Three thousand seven hundred and sixty-seven times. This is the number of times this giant rat-like Turing has ever died at the hands of the Great Sage of Babel! That's right, it's death, under the endless tricks of the Sage of Tongtian, the giant rat Turing has been played to death by Tongtian 3,767 times!

Turing Demon God is a very special kind of Demon God, and the reason for their extreme difficulty is their ability to live almost immortal, even if the soul is torn to pieces and annihilated into slag, as long as there is still a true spirit seed of the Turing Demon God in the world. They will be like cockroaches that can't be killed, stubbornly popping out of every corner and continuing their lawless days.

The true spirit is immortal. Turing is immortal. There are tens of millions of true spirits hidden in various places, races, and creatures in the domain, and the Turings are extraterritorial demon gods that are difficult to destroy! A terrible demon god who makes the righteous path outside the territory have a headache.

However, there was an exception once, and the most powerful of the Turing Demon Gods, one of the two Turings who had reached the Demon Lord level, that is, the Turing Demon God that appeared in the Netherworld Path now, made an exception. There is only one reason for this. That's the great sage who provoked Kyushu. Once the implantation of the Demon Seed was planted on the head of the sect disciple, it immediately detonated the terrifying explosive barrel of the Tongtian Saint.

That time, Turing the giant rat really experienced what horror is and what is called "mad saint". The saint who had realized the avenue of death tore his soul again and again, and then, with the ability to trace the breath of death, he found him one by one and tore him apart again.

Cycle after cycle, resurrection, crushing, resurrection, crushing! Three thousand seven hundred and sixty-seven changes in life and death make Turing Demon God, a special demon god almost insulated from death. A real experience of the great fear of death in front of you! It was an unspeakable nightmare, a terrible nightmare that the Turing Lord did not want to recall again.

If it weren't for the sudden arrival of a giant cosmic storm that swept through hundreds of star fields, disrupting the pursuit of the sky. Perhaps this demon master-level giant rat Turing is about to become the first Turing in Turing history to be actually killed by others! The giant rat Turing's fear of the mad saint came from this, and Zhao Ping's pursuit of him was indeed too ruthless, almost to the extreme!

"Games? Tongtian, you actually think that fighting me is a kind of pastime? After the fear, the Turing Demon God erupted into a thick and extremely vicious resentment, and the giant rat's red eyes stared at Zhao Ping, and the fear gradually turned into madness and bloodthirstiness.

"A mouse that can't play no matter how you play, you see this is not a pastime, but I am very grateful to you for giving this seat a very interesting memory. It's a pity that the cosmic storm made you escape from the palm of this seat, it's a pity, you should have been able to play for a while. In the face of the terrifying giant rat that was almost about to go berserk, the purple-robed emperor's eyes were still cold, and he was still full of disdainful mockery as before.

"Tongtian, what is here is just one of your divine doppelgangers, do you really think that your deity has come! It's just a god doppelganger, don't be too arrogant! "The furious ghostly rat ignited the sky-high ghostly fire, and a high-pitched and piercing sound echoed through the world.

"If you want to try the catties and taels of this doppelganger, just try it." Zhao Ping sneered again, only Zhao Ping understood how terrifying the power of his divine thought clone was now, this doppelganger who incarnated as the Netherworld Lord Zhao Ping was a little sure, in terms of combat power alone, even if Zhao Ping's Heavenly Law Body came here to fight against this divine thought clone, I am afraid that the victory or defeat would only be five or five.

This world is called the Netherworld, and Zhao Ping's divine clone is the only monarch of this underworld world, the godless monarch who rules the netherworld!

"Okay, I'll slaughter your clone today and get some interest back!" The giant beast that covered the sky and the sun roared wildly, and the soaring dark blue ghost fire rushed towards Zhao Ping! The furious momentum and fierce ghostly fire are shocking and terrifying.

Looking up, the dark blue ghost fire occupied the entire field of vision, but in the face of this overwhelming blue ghost fire, a thick layer of disdain appeared in the eyes of the purple-robed emperor, and he mocked at the giant rat: "This seat is the Netherworld Emperor, could it be that this seat really broke your brain a thousand years ago?" You are actually showing off the power of the netherworld in front of this seat, are you making this seat laugh? Well, I can tell you, because of your performance, I'm quite happy now. ”

I saw the purple-robed emperor smile coldly, he slammed his sleeves, and the dark blue flame that rushed in front of the emperor stopped in an instant! Zhao Ping looked at the Turing Demon Lord and shook his head with a sneer, attacking his own divine thought incarnation with the power of the netherworld, what is the difference between playing with a big sword in front of Guan Gong? It's just stupid to bet!

A light flashed in Zhao Ping's eyes, and in the next moment, the frozen raging ghost fire emitted a more terrifying power than the one he had, and the dark blue ghost fire gradually turned into a white fire, different from the fire of the yang world, the white ghost fire did not raise the temperature of this place, but a cold current suddenly appeared in the realm where the white ghost fire burned.

The icy and piercing zero degree flame, the fire of the underworld that directly hit the soul, this is the true face of the white ghost fire that Zhao Ping summoned, this is the flame that belongs to death, and a faint mystical Dao rhyme is hidden during the period, which makes the giant rat that was already taken aback scream wildly.

Netherworld fire, frozen heart! (To be continued......)

PS: Ah yes, my last book "My God and the Holy See" was released, and 404 scared me stupid for a week. Actually, I've wanted to talk about this for a long time. It's just that I often forget this memory.