Zhang Ping's body was flooded by molten metal and violent energy.

He couldn't see anything else, only the power that wanted to kill him.

The power that wanted to kill him filled the world around him.

So he, who was already looking at the world indifferently, felt even more that the whole world was against him.

"He who becomes the Demon King is the enemy of the whole world..."

Like the two red-robed priests from Purgatory Mountain who walked into the southern suburbs, he began to chant devoutly.

The metal droplets formed by melting the huge metal crossbow arrows accumulated on his body, and various powerful holy powers impacted on his body... He was unable to resist this kind of power, and the purple-red flames outside his body were indistinguishable even to the Holy Master.

In a very short period of time, like mulberry leaves that were eaten by countless silkworms, countless holes appeared, and then disappeared suddenly in the next moment.

The hot metal droplets impacted on the surface of his armor, first sputtering out countless golden lines, and then more metal droplets piled up. Layers of flowing molten metal appeared outside his body, as did the light of arrows and flying swords.

At the same time, it hit his armor hard.

His armor oscillated at an unimaginable high frequency, squeezing the Luo Shen Jade on the inner wall of the armor. Countless small cracks appeared on the inner wall of the armor, and countless subtle but powerful forces were suppressed on his body through the armor.

The surface of Zhang Ping's skin, which was harder than a hundred steels, had countless cracks and ulcers the moment it came into contact with the shock and heat of the armor.

As the destructive power penetrated into his body, his flesh, flesh, and bones were also shattered.

"Anyone who becomes a demon king will suffer endless suffering, his heart will be like an immortal rock, his path will be paved with countless bones of strong men, he will..."

However, he was still chanting devoutly.

His throat bones were broken and he couldn't make any sound, but he still chanted in his heart.

His eyes also began to shatter under the penetration of power, and he could not see any pictures. However, in his mind, there was a picture of him climbing up from the deep cave of dark hell and walking to the highest temple in Purgatory Mountain.

All the bones and flesh in his body were broken, but all his strength was concentrated on his heart, which was still beating powerfully.

His heart started to emit countless small purple flames in a strange rhythm, penetrating into his broken body.

His body did not disintegrate into countless pieces of flesh and blood, but contracted strangely under the tempering of these flames and the pressure and shock of external forces.

His body inside the armor began to shrink, but began to become more condensed, and his skin even gradually changed from dark to purple-gold.

A true demon cultivator thousands of years later is using his boundless killing intent and his own hatred to transform into a king.

No one knows the real changes inside the armor.

Under the most decisive counterattack from Qingluan Academy, in the eyes of everyone, the armor that had been moving forward so indomitably that even practitioners like Nangong Weiyang could not stop its progress fell back on the ground like a plow.

The melted metal droplets accumulated on the armor. Attacks from Nangong Weiyang, Lin Xi and others, as well as Tong Wei and other strong men from the academy caused the red metal solution covering and accumulating on the armor to stir up.

Countless, like waves, but with the preparation and training of the academy, this was the largest and most accurate volley of weapons in the history of Yunqin. The huge waterfall-like crossbow arrows kept impacting Zhang Ping's body.

More and more molten metal liquid accumulated and adhered to the armor.

Gradually, the true appearance of the armor was no longer visible. Instead, the armor looked like melted butter and became taller and taller.

The popping sound kept sounding.

Finally, the huge crossbow arrows, which were as thin as an arm and kept falling with shrill roars, could not even penetrate the uncondensed metal, and were inserted diagonally into it one by one.

The armor seemed to have turned into a giant metal hedgehog.

…

Is this the end?

Many Zhongzhou City practitioners who looked at this armor from a distance, which must be recorded in history, thought with cold and numb bodies.

Most of them didn't think anyone could survive in such an armor.

However, just when the sound of the crossbow arrows hitting the metal began to disappear, everyone who was slightly closer to the still molten metal on the ground heard subtle sounds coming from inside.

Lin Xi breathed hard and looked at the still molten metal.

He has exhausted all his strength, and the meridians in his body are like countless red-hot knives passing through. At this moment, he can feel the faint energy coming from the molten metal, and he doesn't know what he is feeling at this moment.

"Buzz!"

There was another roar from above the tower.

The moment he felt that Zhang Ping was still alive inside the molten metal, a commander on the city tower issued an order again. The terrifying torrent of metal fell from the city wall again, and the waterfall-like destructive iron flow violently impacted on the city wall.

On the molten metal that had become a hedgehog, the ball of metal was impacted and flew backwards.

Zhang Ping is in a coma.

In despair, he suspected that he was going to die.

However, under such impact, his heart beat violently.

He woke up.

Boundless pain and a sense of new life permeated his whole body at the same time.

"ah!"

He roared wildly.

All the breath was sealed in the small space, and he did not make any sound. However, his hands, feet, and entire body emitted powerful power.

"boom!"

The metal ball wrapping him cracked.

Countless uncondensed molten metal and huge crossbow arrows, like a volcanic eruption, splashed out, rushed into the air, and then fell in all directions.

Countless screams rang out.

Many people in the distance were hit by the red metal that fell from the air and turned into a cone shape during the friction with the air. They were seriously injured or died directly.

More horrified exclamations sounded.

Everyone saw the red armor standing on the ground and starting to move forward.

Following its footsteps, the molten metal adhering to its body splashed onto the ground, and its surface turned from red to sapphire blue.

Under its feet, pools of molten metal were spreading.

The sky seemed to be on fire.

The ground also seemed to be burning.

"Walk!"

A sharp shout came out.

This time, the sharp shout was not made by Lin Xi, but by Nangong Weiyang.

She and Zhang Ping have never had much interaction, so from beginning to end, she is calmer than Lin Xi, Qin Xiyue and others.

She knew very well that if Qingluan Academy's decisive counterattack could not kill Zhang Ping, and even if Zhang Ping's armor did not see any obvious damage, then it would be impossible for them to kill Zhang Ping today. The power of the Holy Order

, and it is impossible to kill Zhang Ping.

…

Zhang Ping raised his head again.

The black wings behind him spread out again.

His feet no longer touched the ground, and his whole body was like a flying sword, making a loud roar and crushing towards Lin Xi like a meteorite!

The speed at this moment completely exceeded the retreat speed of Lin Xi and others. Even the ordnance on the tower had no time to adjust.

Nangong Weiyang took a deep breath.

She held her flying sword in her hand, then connected herself with the sword and thrust straight forward.

After several battles with Wenren Cangyue, she also learned the close sword intention from Wenren Cangyue. The closer the sword is to the body, the more powerful the sword will be.

At this moment it is her most powerful sword.

The tip of her sword fell on Zhang Ping's chest.

Endless deep blue flames spurted out from the tip of her sword.

Zhang Ping and the whole world behind him seemed to be suppressed by this sword and about to collapse.

This sword was countless times heavier than the sapphire blue armor, but Zhang Ping was not knocked backwards by the shock.

At this moment, his right hand was ready to grab the sword stabbing his chest.

There was a click.

Nangong Weiyang's sword was broken from it.

Nangong Weiyang wanted to hold the broken sword and continue thrusting forward, but she could no longer bear the power of the broken sword.

"puff!"

The moment a mouthful of blood mist poured out from her mouth, her entire body was strangely propelled by a huge force and flew out.

The wings behind Zhang Ping vibrated like countless cicada wings. At this moment, he also paused strangely and suspended in the air.

At this moment, it seemed that time had completely stopped.
To be continued...