Legend of the Great Saint

The weak can't help but want to unite, but the strong will never want to have an average with the weak, at least Li Qingshan doesn't want to. His lonely and arrogant heart doesn't need too much “warmth” from strangers. His family, Xiao An, is enough.

The facial expressions of the dispersions changed, and the woman who shared her body was angry and whispered: "Selfish! ”

All the scattering followed: “Selfish! Selfish! Selfish! ”

The sound waves fluctuated, surrounding Li Qingshan group. In the rise of the fire, the shadows on the walls of the people were twisted, as if they were demons who wanted to pounce people.

Li Qingshan picked up the iron braze and picked up the fire heap. "Add something to the fire! ”

The hillbilly was slightly surprised: “I don't know what you're talking about. ”

"'Your voice is also unique,' said Li Qingshan. 'It reminds me of some old things.” The Cloud Rain Tower in Jiaping City, that singing, dancing, incense. After that experience, if you ever do it again, you're an idiot.

The Churchman bowed his head: “Join us and ask the Real Society. I can make you vice president.” Two six-story gas refiners wanted to say something and were stopped by the eyes of the hillbillies.

“Oh?” Li Qingshan smiled. “I can join, but I'd like to ask, are you going to go underground at the Sanshan Pharmacopoeia? ”

"'I'm too old for that,' said the Qiudao. ”

Han Xiong said: "The president is our father. He is the hope of the practice. How can we go to such a dangerous place? We will find the grass and bring it back to share. ”

He was an intelligent and powerful man, but at a time when there was an enthusiasm in his eyes, he was finally reconciled.

Li Qingshan's heart is like a mirror. The strongest do not go underground. He only waits for the weak to venture to collect medicine and bring it back to the strong. This relationship, where the father and son are, is clearly the master and the slave.

The Churchmen used the Society to enslave all the proselytizing here, and what was even more horrible was that the proselytizing people were willing, as if they were fanatical believers, to be completely brainwashed, which was by no means something that could be done overnight.

Li Qingshan shook his head slightly under the pressure of the gas refiners: “You and I are not all the way. ”

The hillbilly said, “The selfish are not worthy to live in this world! ”

The stifling condensation is like substance, the fire dims a little, and eventually extinguishes.

More than twenty alchemists, though strong and weak. But it is true, as they say, that they are brothers and sisters, that their true temper is entangled, all gathered together in their father, the Chudoku.

The true qi of the Qudao people is constantly climbing, easily breaking through the eight levels, reaching the ninth and tenth floors, powerful and horrible real qi, beyond Li Qingshan's perception of the gas refiner, came to him with a shocking wave of oppression.

This seems to be some kind of magical knockout technique. No wonder Li Qingshan knew that he could defeat the sixth floor of Qi refining, and dared to oppress him so much.

Li Qingshan felt like a thatched house by the sea. He was about to be smashed by a tumbling tsunami. He caressed his forehead. Is that how it felt?

"'Look how powerful I am,' said Chu Dao. 'If you become obsessed and refuse to let go of your selfish heart, there is only one way to die, let go of your heart, join us, and be integrated with the extended family, you will be protected by the extended family! ”

When he said these words, more than twenty scattered repairs were simultaneous, thunderous sounds, rolling in the cabin, seemingly crushing everything.

And the walls of this cabin were shining with spiritual symbols, burning some kind of law formation, already like copper wall iron wall, Li Qingshan was like being locked in a cage by the same monster.

Li Qingshan stood up, kneeling on one knee, holding a long whale in his hand to absorb water, shook his head: “But so be it! ”

“Kill!” the hillbilly growled.

The gas refiners jumped like crazy, spells, spiritual charms, spiritual apparatus, all kinds of, five lights and ten colors, all rushing towards Li Qingshan to kill.

Boom, boom, boom! Fire, light, light!

Raging airflow, will extinguish the ashes of the furnace, rising high.

Until the diffuse dust dissipated, only where Li Qingshan is, formed an ice crystal ball, Li Qingshan shrunk, hiding in the ball, no injuries.

As the hillbilly raised his hand, the raging air condensed into a large hand, clamping the ice crystal ball.

Clicking and cracking, the ice crystal ball is filled with cracks, fusing the horrific power of more than twenty gas refiners, even the condensed brown ice can't resist.

Ice crystal ball branch broke apart, Zhenqi hugely grabbed Li Qingshan and pressed him to death on the ground.

Li Qingshan spit out a bite of blood and asked: “You didn't intend to let me go from the beginning! ”

“I was going to control you, use your power, take your things, I didn't know you were so uninteresting, what are you going to say now?” The hillbilly walked up and looked at Li Qingshan, who couldn't move. He looked at the winner with pride.

Li Qingshan said faintly: “But so! ”

The hillbilly was furious: "Death to me! ”

……

In the snow forest next to the valley, Xiao 'an squatted unhappily and painted on the snow with a branch. Li Qingshan made her wait here because there were no bamboo baskets.

But when Li Qingshan entered the cabin, all the breathing machines were cut off, which also made her a little nervous.

All of a sudden, this feeling of anxiety intensified for no reason. Xiao An stood up and stared at the distant cabin. He hesitated for a moment and was on his way to the cabin.

But suddenly it was like feeling something, retreating, looking around, wide cuffs, dropping two marbles, rolling around, turning into two tiny skeletons, one flying to the sky, one flying out against the ground.

The fire flashed in her eyes, and her vision suddenly became extremely broad, overlooking the entire valley and extremely detailed, with a view of the grass and trees on the ground.

Zhu Yan is white bone, the hole is completely illusory!

As she climbed in, she saw more than a dozen gas refiners sneaking in from all directions, all using superior stealth, almost transparent shapes. In this blank snowy world, even the most eye-catching people have difficulty discovering their tracks.

But Xiao 'an looked at it with great clarity and couldn't help but rush, but didn't know how to notify Li Qingshan.

……

The expressions of pride on the faces of the hillbillies were frozen. Unbelievably, they could not look at the scars on their chests that had been torn apart. Li Qingshan was still lying there, looking at him coldly.

Li Qingshan's hand, is an expanded "Grass Sword Book".

At the moment of the hillsman's hand, his guardian Qi was cut open with a staggered sword, like a knife cutting butter.

The Churchman couldn't believe it: “This, this is the ultimate spirit apparatus?” How could a little gas refiner have such a treasure?

Li Qingshan stood up and pushed the Taoist gently: “I told you so, but so!” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)