Legend of the Great Saint

“How does that work?” Sun Fubai hastily refused.

“If you want to see it, look at it!” Li Qingshan couldn't help but say, jade Jane into his hand.

Sun Fu Bai said: This pride is somewhat like the old man. How can it be so easy for ordinary people to get a special skill without ignoring treasures?

Sun Fubai took a rough look and transferred the jade briefly. “The power of this technique is amazing indeed. Most rarely, it is perfect for Qingshan and your personality will definitely grow in your hands. ”

“I believe that novelists can also flourish in your hands, Uncle Fook.” Li Qingshan put a true spirit in Sun Fubai's hands.

“This... this is too expensive, I really can't take it! ”

“Thanks to Uncle Fook's efforts over the years, I have been able to gain so much wisdom. If a novelist can have another founding monk, why can't the three of us work together in the future? ”

In a few words, Li Qingshan left the Qinghe Mansion and came to the shore of Dragonsnake Lake. Looking back at the time spent here with Han Jongzhi in the old days, he thought: I don't know what happened to Jongzhi, but did she build a foundation successfully?

Sit on your knees in a thin mist like a gauze, take out the invisible sword of phantom water, gently touch the sword body, sweep a circle of luminous glow, even people with swords, all disappear without a trace.

The mind is restrained, sinking into the sea of Dantian air, rolling water spirits, and the sea is raging. A great derivative in the sea, the glow is slightly dim. Ever since he built his foundation, he has been involved in all things, majoring in the Nine Changes of the Divine Devil. At this moment, we can finally calm our hearts and push the realm of the Great Dementor forward.

The waves in the air sea rose, a wave flew out of the sea and circled towards the Great Derivative Charm, forming a water polo in a circle, like a large cocoon, a little deeper into the Great Derivative Charm.

Three poles in the sun, the fog gradually dissipated.

In Li Qingshan's body, the condensation of water balloon, the splash, the great derivative charm, the divine light is generous, the curvature of mural becomes more complex. In the midst of the glorious turbulence, there are hidden creatures, flowers, plants, trees, flying birds, beasts, everything, everything.

Li Qingshan's figure appeared empty, the turbulence twisted a little, and then became invisible. A cold crow appeared in the sky and stood in the sky.

Li Qingshan stared at the cold crow on his wrist, which led him to use the Great Derivative Charm to sincerely indulge himself. Indeed, it was wonderful and unique, and Xuxu was alive and well.

With a little mindfulness, his hands swung, the cold crow fluttered its wings high, and a loud bang of wings slapped, countless cold crows scattered into the sky, turning it into a little black dot.

Li Qingshan seemed to have the eyes of insects, countless images, intersecting the whole of Dragonsnake Lake, as if he had laid down countless cameras and had amazing views.

The wisdom used to illuminate these crows is not great, and the light in the Great Derivative Charm is consumed only slightly and is supplemented by newly acquired wisdom. However, it made him think about the scope of the implementation, greatly improved, although it could not be explored carefully, but could be seen and heard.

In the hundred sutras, a group of young disciples penetrated the dragon snake array a little bit, crossed the dragon snake lake to the lake, a cold crow descended from the sky and landed on a dead branch, the crow's dark eyes reflected the shadows of the people.

Through this eye, Li Qingshan saw the flower reveal at a glance. She became more beautiful. She was dressed in red, like a fully blooming rose, with a seductive aroma that led to a butterfly dance bee. The eyes of the surrounding male disciples could hardly be removed for a moment and were very dedicated.

She smiled not too low to be right, suddenly there was a brother wind, no more naive presence. Time slipped away and the girl, who pretended to be mature, became what she wanted to be.

“Purple Sword, let's go!” Flowers reveal a gentle voice, which reveals a certain true tenderness in the eyes.

“Mmm.” Yu Zijian said softly.

“How did she end up like this?” Li Qingshan frowned slightly, only Yu Zijian attacked the robe, wearing a razor blade, wearing a long sword, appeared to be tall and tall, Ting Ting Yu stood like a weak willow to the wind.

However, it became somewhat unlike her, losing the kind of sunshine he remembered, becoming silent and quiet. There seemed to be an indelible melancholy between his eyebrows, his head lowered as if standing in the shadows.

She is also a gorgeous young woman, depressed by the lack of sunshine and the moisture of the rain.

“Yu is on a mission for the first time! A little nervous is inevitable, don't worry, it's just a few demonic beasts, there won't be any danger.” Sun Yi patted his chest, he was also a Taoist disciple, the cultivation of the eight layers of gas refining, the highest of these people. Though it doesn't show, there is some contempt for Yu Zijian in his heart.

Even though such a talented figure as Chutian has always had to venture like other disciples to carry out his mission, he does not know how many risks he took, and watched how many brothers and sisters die.

Yet Yu Zijian was completely protected, so long as he practiced on the island of Doom, he didn't build anything for three years. It was only seven layers of gas refining, which failed the name of genius.

“Second time.” Yu Zijian's voice is very light, Sun Yi didn't hear clearly: “What? ”

“Second mission.” Yu Zijian raised her voice slightly.

“What time did you say that?” Sun Yi, along with several other monks, couldn't help but show a little ridicule on his face. Sun Yi's heart was even a little resentful and angry. I didn't think she really had the face to mention the task of shaming the whole Taoist family.

On a deserted island, dirty people climbed high and frowned. The robe on his body, still dilapidated and more sophisticated, has been considered the mother's Qinghe Mansion, the person most likely to survive the second day of robbery.

He looked in the direction of Yu Zijian's departure, lightly slapping the stone fence: "Zijian, Zijian! ”

Three years ago, he personally arranged the exercise, and Flowers praised the opposition and he scolded him back. This experience is necessary for practitioners and inspires them to practice hard. And that's just a simple investigation mission.

But it didn't turn out the way he expected, and when she came back from that mission, she lost her soul. In the Hundred Sutras stroke, the Taoist genius was freaked out and very ugly. It seems to prove once again that talent is better and that lack of heart is futile.

So he stopped pushing, she stopped carrying out any tasks, she stayed and practiced on the island, but she was incapacitated until now.

Hana Sheng held Yu Zijian's hand and felt a chill in her hand.

“I am the leader of this mission. I have to take charge of everything. It is not as safe outside as the Hundred Sutras. If you are afraid, you better quit now.” Sun Yi inadvertently measured Yu Zijian again.

A pedestrian flew in his own defenses. Shortly after they left, the cold crow roared and flew to the sky. Li Qingshan stood up and chased him straight up. The mist surrounding her became deeper. What did she go through?

This doubt, even turned into an anger. He has very special feelings for her.

Hana Cheng glanced back at Yu Zijian, feeling deeper guilt, and thought back three years ago: it was in a small town 400 miles west of Qinghe Province, a major plague erupted, because there were demonic signs, suspicion that demonic beasts were making a mess, to send them to investigate.

This is not a dangerous task. Powerful monsters do not sneak around like this. There is no shortage of life saving spirit in Hana Sheng's hands. At critical times, as long as no demon will be encountered, there will be no major problems.

“My lords, the patients are here.” Led by an elderly man in a grey robe, Yu Zijian stepped into a dark hospital with the afternoon sun behind her. She, with a long sword on her back, looked refreshed and evil.

The hospital was silent, there were no groans, countless men and women, lying on the ground, even if Yu Zijian walked past them unresponsive, seemed to have pleaded dead and emitted a smell of corruption in advance.

Flowers show hate this smell and stand in the sun in the yard.

The old man serves tea: “My lord, tea please. ”

Hana Seung Dew took the tea and was about to drink it. He glanced at the old man. He was staring at the teapot in her hand and watching the flower reveal himself. He barely squeezed out a smile, trying to express himself and be kind, but it became more and more gloomy.

Reflecting on the description of flower praise, she took out a needle and put it in tea water. The needle did not respond. She was a little amused by her caution. So many people were sick and could have a good face. She was also slightly cautious and proud of herself. "Rest assured, we will find the source of the plague. ”

Drink the tea, then look into the hospital, only Yu Zijian frowned, carefully checked each patient, also some admiration for her seriousness.

Yu Zijian looked at another sick man and raised his head to affirm: “They have a faint demonic smell.” The moment she looked up, a little dark spot, swimming through the eyes of a man lying on the ground.

“Then you don't have to look at it so closely. I have a demon tray to find and chop it off.” Flowers reveal a compass-like apparatus from a hundred bags.

Monsters can hide their demons, but they always leave faint marks, and this demon hunting tray can smell them, like a hound dog, and it's easy to find the body of a demon.

With the compass pointer spinning sharply and the flowers frowned, all four sides were demonic, some disturbing the compass operation, but with the injection of the pointer, it finally stabilized, pointing outside the hospital door.

Hana Shengluo turned around and said to the old man in front of him: "Make way. ”

The old man lowered his head to the side and the flower revealed his voice: "Thank you, Purple Sword, let's go!” He walked outside the courtyard with a teacup, but at the moment he rubbed his shoulders with the old man, he saw his hands spinning steadily towards the old man.

Flowers revealed a change of face, threw away the teapot and grabbed it with his hands toward the waist knife, shouting: “Purple Sword, watch out, the monster is here! ”

The tea pot fell to pieces on the ground, and the tea flowed to the ground, hiding black spots smaller than the tip of the needle.

In the hospital, the face of the elderly was gradually distorted and turned into a smile that did not belong to humans. The teeth protruded from the lips, exuded a demonic aura.

In the hospital, all the patients, like zombies, climbed up one by one. (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.)