A thin piece of medicine crystal can bring great power, but it can also bring death.

There are no rivers that are exactly the same, and there are no practitioners with the same physique.

Even twin brothers born at the same time, eating the same food from childhood to adulthood will evolve countless different possibilities the day after tomorrow.

Even if it is only a small difference in physique, even if it only causes a small difference in the absorption and tolerance of the medicinal power of the individual, such a small difference is enough to make the difference between life and death when the medicinal power of the magic transformation bursts out in the body.

If this piece of magic crystal fused into the blood is described as a demon king, even those cultivators who have cultivated into a demon transformation in Purgatory Mountain only know that this demon king is very fierce, and they are not sure that this demon king will first devour the heart or the spleen and lungs, or the liver and kidneys. And when the power of the medicine kicks in somewhere, causing that place to fail and fail, then no one can change the outcome of death.

There is no way to predict, there is no way to dilute and stop it with soul power, so that the most critical potion of magic transformation into the body actually depends on luck to the greatest extent.

The diffusion of the medicinal power of the medicinal crystal in the body is just better, and if it does not cause fatal damage to the body, the magic transformation will be successful, if the diffusion of the medicinal power is not good, it will be unlucky and lose your life.

It's simple and brutal.

It's all about staking one's life, one big or small, the dead, or the more powerful one.

Even the children who have been carefully selected by Purgatory Mountain have only one-tenth of the ratio of life to death.

However, for Lin Xi, this piece of medicine crystal, which contained great death and a little vitality, seemed to be just a delicious candy from Purgatory Mountain.

"Hulk, Hulk...."

He just calmly said something like this nonsense, and then stabbed the pill crystal into his own flesh.

Then he quietly spent every process of the invasion of the magic transformation drug in the ordinary mansion of Yun Qin.

On his skin, the blood vessels slowly bulged, as if his body was crawling with countless blue and black runes.

Then these blue-black colors slowly fade away, turning into a light indigo that is difficult to detect under the skin.

......

When Lin Xi was practicing demonic transformation in Yunqin's small town, Zhang Ping was also practicing.

When it comes to the most important harvest of the year, after the flowers fall, the brittle stems and leaves and the green fruits that have just formed are cut and boiled in iron pots.

The men who boiled the stems, leaves, and fruits were all extremely thin, and their skin was covered with bones, like walking skeletons, but the spirits of all these slaves were extremely good, and their excited eyes seemed to radiate a brilliant green.

Zhang Ping is in the oldest cave in the Thousand Demon Cave.

This cave, which was originally painted with many totemic-like murals, made the earliest generation of cultivators in the Thousand Demon Caves.

After Li Ku died, this cave was burned with fire by the cultivators of the Thousand Demon Caves who followed Li Ku, and the jade and stone were burned to destroy some of the exquisite cultivation methods of the Thousand Demon Caves, at this moment, all the murals in this cave have disappeared, and there are only deep cracks on the charred black walls.

Outside Zhang Ping's body, thin pillars of wind began to flow.

The soul power in his body flowed very violently, so intense that all cultivators felt very painful.

However, his face was very cold, as if this pain was completely happening to someone else, and had nothing to do with him.

His left hand began to tremble, as if he was about to give birth to something horrible from his hand.

A terrifying heat finally poured out of his hand, and the air in the entire cave shook, and countless vitality in it converged on his hand at a speed unimaginable to the Holy Master.

A flame glowing crimson spawned in his hand like a bamboo shoot.

The wall of the mountain near him was only spewed by the heat, and there was a sudden crackling sound, and several more cracks appeared.

His right hand fell on the flame.

The flames did not dye his right hand to ashes, but flowed into his right hand, as if countless tiny passages had been created in the palm of his right hand.

His face contorted.

As if unable to withstand such a force, his body shook, and his left hand landed on the blackened wall of the cave beside him.

Just this press, five deep holes were poked out by his fingers on the rock, which was as hard as iron.

......

I heard that the moon was in the mountains.

In the mountains and forests behind him, there were more than a dozen small marching tents, and in those black and old but still sturdy tents, all the resting were his most loyal subordinates brought out from Biluoling, the last group of Heavenly Wolf Guards.

After Shaohua Mausoleum was severely damaged by He Baihe's Heavenly Sword and was defeated in the Battle of the Falling Star Tomb, some of the aura shrouded in his body seemed to fade a little.

He is no longer an undefeated god of war.

And because of the severe trauma he suffered, not only did he no longer be the most powerful Saint Master, but he had already entered old age in advance, and it was impossible for him to step up to the next level, so when some people were reckless faced him, they no longer respected and feared him as much as before.

Especially after Vice President Xia's death, even his most loyal subordinates have begun to worry about whether he will be killed like a dog or become a victim of some conspiracy.

Because they knew very well that the Purgatory Mountain Sect needed the power of Wen Ren Cangyue, so they let him live, allowing him to have the ability to do almost whatever he wanted in Damang, and even tolerating him to kill the elite disciples of Purgatory Mountain.

But if the Sect Leader of Purgatory Mountain has decided to appear in the world in person and make a personal move, then the Wenren Cangyue, who is no longer so powerful, may seem dispensable in Da Mang.

Wenren Cangyue looked at the deserted meadow in front of him, looked at the mountains and forests dyed dark green by late spring, straightened his hair that was blown by the mountain wind, and then tied it up with a silk ribbon.

On his sideburns, some gray hair appeared, as if stained with catkins.

Since ancient times, famous generals have been like beauties, and the saddest thing is to see gray hair.

He was seriously injured, and if he used his soul power with all his strength, some hidden injuries in his body might erupt at any time.

The most important thing is that after his body is no longer as strong as before, the places where he was injured in the previous battles, where he did not feel before, also began to feel pain.

There was no way to attack with all his might, and his combat power had been greatly reduced.

In the past, in the face of two or three holy masters, he could retreat with his whole body, or even kill them all, but now, maybe one holy master can make his body suffer fatal wounds again.

When everyone is gone, it is the greatest sorrow for people like Wenren Cangyue.

It's just that at this moment, Wen Ren's body is still like iron, and his eyes are still strong and confident.

What is it that still makes the great general fall to such a point, and still so strong and confident?

A celestial wolf guard in the tent couldn't help but think in his heart when he looked at the figure on the top of the mountain while wiping his armor and sword.

Suddenly, these Heavenly Wolf Guards, who had taken off the armor on their bodies and were resting, were completely tensed.

They saw an extra figure on the top of the mountain.

"This is what the Holy Divine asked me to give to you. ”

Slowly walked out of the meadow in front of Wenren Cangyue, there was not much dust on his body, and it seemed that it was only the yellow-robed cultivator who had just come to this meadow that came to the opposite side of Wenren Cangyue, and handed over a jade box with an expressionless face and handed it to Wenren Cangyue's hand.

Looking at this yellow-robed cultivator with the long knife on his body exuding a thunderous aura, Wenren Cangyue nodded, didn't ask anything, took the jade box, and opened it.

Then he laughed.

The face of the yellow-robed cultivator, who was originally expressionless, gradually turned pale, and he began to think again about the terrifying nature of this invincible general in Yunqin.

Then the Thunder Academy cultivator, who had not saluted at all before, involuntarily lowered his head, did not dare to stop, and retreated.

In the milky white jade box, there was a vermilion pill lying quietly.

This is the Elicanth.

This was a gift given to him by the emperor when the eldest grandson Jinse was full moon.

This kind of Gu Dan, which has disappeared in the cultivator's world, can make him strong again, and make his body no longer age, the only side effect is that his cultivation qualifications have become slightly worse.

He's already strong.

And he's still young.

As long as there is such an elixir, he will not lack time.

Although he knew that a character like Ni Henian would definitely need such an elixir, he felt that Emperor Yunqin would definitely send this elixir to him, especially after Emperor Yunqin sent the runes of Shenmu Feihe to him.

Because Ni Henian alone is not enough to resist Purgatory Mountain.

After the disappearance of Qingluan Academy, Emperor Yunqin must also have the strength to withstand Purgatory Mountain.

It seemed impossible to give the only elixir gifted by the Emperor to an enemy who had betrayed him and caused the death of countless Yunqin people.

However, the truth is the same as Wenren Cangyue thought, and Emperor Yunqin did just that.

Because he is a crazy person himself, because his ambition is not only to make Qingluan Academy disappear in Yunqin, his ambition is the whole world.

"This fire is burning too much, how are you going to end it in the end?"

Wenren Cangyue smiled and swallowed this pill into his stomach, the corners of his mouth showing a mocking expression.

Then he thought of the enemies who had died at his hands, and thought that their efforts were still in vain, and he felt that there was an infinite force in heaven and earth that was constantly pouring into his body, making him even more powerful than ever.

He thought of Lin Xi again who caused his defeat in the Battle of the Falling Star Mausoleum.

"My time is still long, but your time is almost up. ”

He laughed coldly, the weeds around him were destroyed by his killing intent, and the roots were broken one by one, "I said, I won't give you time to become a holy master. ”