Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan took a deep breath: “White Bone Bodhisattva, another demon!” Although he does not yet know the extent to which the Buddhist monks who are about to bear witness to the fruit of Bodhisattva are tall, he also knows that this is probably far more than he could have imagined.

Li Qingshan said with a heavy face: “I'm afraid this Gateway is not easy to cultivate! ”

"Yes, this kind of divinity carries out the creation of life and death, not only does it require the cultivator's spiritual qualities to be excellent, but also to take the blood of the living spirit at the time of death for the sacrifice, to endure the burning of blood gas, to obtain a lot of refinement, but now it is only filled with animal blood, the best sacrifice is of course human blood, especially the blood of the martial arts people. ”

Li Qingshan's heart trembled. Whoever hears this cultivation method can only think of evil magic and magic. Whatever the legendary story, the one who uses human life to practice kung fu, one counts as a villain, and cannot die well.

I couldn't help but ask: "Why practice this? ”

Xiao 'an was frightened and pale, and his mind gradually broke apart, and he knew that it was an extremely evil magic.

Qingniu said: "Of course it's to help you. Hey, is this the way to handle ghosts? ”

Li Qingshan shocked and couldn't say a word of blame anymore. He lowered his head only to smile bitterly. “Looks like we are all with the wrong master, we are destined to walk into the dark on this magic. ”

Xiao 'an felt at ease and smiled.

A plum deer flew among the woods, avoiding the shadowy wind, but was finally cut off by a hunting knife. Before the blood splattered on the ground, it was caught by the porcelain. The hot blood just fell into it, and the shadow wind rolled up a white bone with blood.

Sitting at the end of the white bone tray leg, like an old monk sitting still, there is a sense of divinity and evil hybrid mystery. If there is a high monk here, it may be possible to understand the alternation of dead and prosperous, the Buddhist ways of life and death are reasonable.

Li Qingshan could only see Xiaoan attached to the white bone, refined the blood gas, the blood gas rose like a blood flame, Xiao 'an's eyebrows wrinkled tightly, his soul trembled, and suffered immense pain.

Demon Spirit, most of them take shortcuts, but shortcuts are also dangerous, and they have to pay a great price and take great risks. Blood gas burns soul bitterness, more than burned body by fire, but also with great perseverance to maintain divinity, cultivate the divine talent, it is truly not practiced by ordinary people.

Li Qingshan clenched his fist. He only felt that there was a fire burning in his heart. The scorching heat was intolerable. Xiao 'an's suffering beside the goddess was not as bad as one percent of the moment. He reached out to try to stop it.

"It's not just for you," said Green Bull. "You have what you want to do, what you want to accomplish, and so does he. It's his freedom. ”

“His wish? ”

“Yes, his wish is to help you.” Qingniu couldn't help laughing at his playful jokes, but seeing Li Qingshan had no intention of laughing, so he kept smiling, “you know? When I promised this kid, he didn't know how happy he was, and he's happy now, as long as he was able to let me down, he didn't regret doing anything, did he? ”

It was not long before the blood gas was completely refined and blended into the white bone, which was accompanied by a faint layer of red.

Li Qingshan took out Ling Jin, and took another drop of ginseng dropped into Xiao 'an's eyebrows. Xiao 'an closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Li Qingshan turned around and jumped into the cold water again, which was the only way to calm his heart.

Days went by. 100,000 mountain furniture was covered in silver. Li Qingshan practiced his work in water every day. Almost every day he had to get injured before coming up. If his physical condition had not been very human, plus spirits to nourish him from time to time, his body would have collapsed.

Xiao 'an continued to hunt animals, initially only with the blood of small vegetarian animals such as rabbits and goats, and later with heavy blood like tiger leopards.

As if they were a competition, they fought their lives to practise magic, and spirits brewed with ginseng are becoming less and less flavorful.

Until a month later, the waterfall was still roaring, the swirls in the pond were still spinning, and the central swirl, invisible to a man, danced in the water.

Against the infinite currents, as if to greet countless enemies, Li Qingshan carried "Bull Demon Fist" in the water, one trick at a time. Like on shore, it was not shaped at all, but filled with concentrated strength.

The Bull Demon pedals steadily, the Bull Demon skin resists the turbulence, and the Bull Demon's top corner hits the vortex.

Is the true air spinning like a whirlpool, forming a small cyclone, the true air flowing toward the wreckage of the limbs, faster and faster.

The pond is turbulent, ten times more turbulent than the day of the week.

Li Qingshan boxed out.

“Boom” like a stuffy thunder blowing in the water, a terrible breath coming out of the water, sparking countless birds and animals.

Xiao An suddenly jumped, as if something terrible beast had been released, far more than the Jackal tiger leopard, he stared closely at the surface of the water, the surface of the water restored calm, that spinning swirl, actually disappeared.

A smile appeared in the eyes of the blue cow.

A tall figure leapt out of the deep pool and landed on the rock. Li Qingshan's bronze body was as healthy as a cow. Like a rock carved, each muscle was full of explosive power.

He punched the rock underneath his feet, and a loud bang, unlike a meat strike on a rock, was like a rock touching a rock.

After a moment of calm, "Knock, knock!” The giant rock, which had been grinding in the pond for countless years, cracked open a seam and finally burst into pieces.

Before the rock broke, Li Qingshan had jumped to the edge of the pond, looking at his hands and mumbling: “Is this the power of a cow?” He feels like he has infinite strength, his whole body is like a bone change, and if he encounters a third-rate master like the third head, he can pinch him with only one hand, and he doesn't want to hurt himself with a single hair.

““ You're finally getting started, "said Green Bull. ”

Li Qingshan picked up the cleft rock bow, grinding the bow like a moon. Originally a hard iron tire bow, it is now soft like an ordinary wooden bow.

“Collapse" Li Qingshan even pulled the bow string, even with a three-stone bow, resulting in a bead arrow method, this continuous shooting, the bow string exploded, the sound of bouncing seemed to cut off the air.

Li Qingshan felt that there was still room, and he kept yelling, up and down, left and right, each side of the bow opened once.

Strength, constant strength, as if you want to do everything, defeat all enemies, this is the sensation of the divine, not belonging to any martial arts in the world.

Xiao 'an watched and worshipped indefinitely.

“Ann, it's time to go out!” Li Qingshan lifted up the porcelain bar and walked out of the mountain, not to Blackwind Village, but Qingyang City.

The waterfall grew farther away, and the pool rushed up again, and the vortex spinned again.

“Qingyang City” was engraved on a tall gate. Li Qingshan looked up for a while. This city he had heard of since he was a child, but today is the first time he has come.