Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan leaned against the rooftop ridge, smiled and pulled out a wine gourd. He took a sip on his head and looked at the moon like water. The blue bird flew to the sky.

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“Purple Sword, watch out!” Hana Sheng shouted, seeing only a few people tall boar, holding two snowy long fangs, rushing toward Yu Zijian, like a mad giant elephant.

This task, faced with a real monster, is far less dangerous than previous times. Sun Yi released the spell, but it landed on the wild boar, leaving only some shallow scars.

Wherever the boar elves are, the houses and buildings collapse and land collapse, paving the way. That momentum changed everyone's face, but the first remaining purple sword appeared very calm, and the Jiuyang sword in his hand turned into a white rainbow and flew to the boar essence.

Swordlight pierced the right eye of the wild boar's fine blood red, the wild boar's fine shouted a loud howl, brutally swinging a huge head, fangs picked and stabbed under the ribs of the remaining purple sword, no matter what the end with her.

Even at this time, Yu Zijian's face had no fear. Instead, there was a clear explanation that she had already experienced a more terrible scene than this, which was her choice, and whatever the outcome of that choice, she had to accept.

The wild boar's slender tail wobbled back and forth and suddenly shivered straight, but under the cover of its large body, no one noticed the details, only looking at the wild boar's slender's figure suddenly.

Jiuyang sword penetrated the brain, stirred the wild boar's head into a lump of paste, Yu Zijian took the opportunity to jump over the wild boar, the huge body, flashed down, with great inertia, rushed out dozens of feet, crashed a small building before stopping.

“Purple Sword, are you all right? That sword was too risky.” As soon as Yu Zijian landed, Hana Cheng arrived. He was also concerned and complained.

“If we don't stop it, we don't know how many houses we're going to destroy, how many people we're going to die, it's worth the risk.” Yu Zijian said that there was something strange in her heart. At that juncture of life and death, no one could ever feel more clearly about the meal of the boar elixir than she felt. That feeling, like the boar elixir was severely injured and the action was unbalanced, but it seemed to be influenced by external forces.

Li Qingshan held his arm and stood not far away with a smile. Only then did he pull the tail of the boar.

“Purple Sword, well done! ”

Sun Yi several people also surrounded, after several missions cooperation, for Yu Zijian greatly changed, felt that she was not as timid as rumored, but rather had an extraordinary courage of courage. In many cases, even they sigh at themselves.

“But don't take that risk again. The value of our lives is not comparable to those of mortals.” Sun Yi frowned.

As usual, after the demons were slaughtered, people drilled out of hiding like frightened rat rabbits with a frightened far-sightedness.

“What difference does it make between them and us? ”

“I do not despise them, I am also of mortal origin, but only if we live can we kill more demons and save more people.” Sun Yi Da Rin.

“Brother is right, Purple Sword knows.” Yu Zijian bowed his head and did not argue, but did not mean any remorse.

It's like saying, "I don't look down on you." It's like I look down on you. For practitioners, making mortals into ants seems like a gift that even the lowest gas refiners can easily do. But she can't. It's too hard for her. It's sad to see other people cry. It's her weakness and her choice.

At this moment, the sky sounded familiar, and a blue bird circled down from the sky and landed on a corpse like a wild boar's fine hill.

Yu Zijian smiled: “Here you go again!” The blue bird seemed to bring her good fortune, looking up to the sky, as if there was a guardian god who guarded her in silence.

The people of the city healed their fears and gathered around, looking into her eyes, like a god.

Baijia Sutra summons, let them go back to cultivation, a few people are relaxed, come out so long, finally can set foot home.

Li Qingshan wondered, did Fu Qingyan's side already react? During this period of practice, he also pushed the "Sea Without Quantity" forward a lot.

After the foundation is built, the role of the flesh is gradually decreasing, and the effect of transvascular cavities and so on has been negligible. What is more important is a sense of communication about the spirituality of the heavens and the earth, and even a person's heartfelt nature.

Yu Zijian waved his hand at the cheering people, sat on the Jiuyang sword, and headed in the direction of the hundred Sutras. Seriously, he pointed at the bluebird's way standing on his shoulder: “Don't take a shit!” Restored some sunshine and cheerfulness.

The human heart, though weak, becomes strong in constant grinding.

Back to the hundred scripture houses, each home, Yu Zijian and Sun Yi returned to the island of Wuyi, walked halfway along the mountain lane, and saw Dirt Daoist standing in the gazebo at the mountain's waist, Yu Zijian was surprised: “Master, what are you doing here? ”

Sun Yi-yi arched his hand: “See you Master! ”

Dirt Daoist waved his hand and let Sun Yi go away. He smiled and said to Yu Zijian: “Of course I'm waiting for you. How about going out and relaxing? How are you feeling? Looks good.” Measure the remaining purple sword to reveal a satisfying smile.

Sun Yi couldn't say envy or even jealousy, Dirt Daoist Zhoutong as the person most likely to break through the realm of Jindan, is now one of the two figures in the whole Qinghe province, usually just to break through closed practice, even though the owners don't want to see it, now stand here and wait for her, what an honor!

“It's just a body of pure yang. The world is so unfair.” Sun Yi's sour sour heart, if he knew that there was a founding monk who had been carefully protecting her all along and had nothing to do with her gift or cultivation, his mood would be even more complicated.

“I'm glad I didn't disappoint Master this time!” Yu Zijian clasped his lips.

“You've never let me down, even on that mission. People think you're weak, but that's what makes you so powerful. There's nothing to hold on to, Fly Camp Dog. Naturally, you won't understand. What I fear most about that is that it broke your heart. Dirt Daoist shook his head gently, overlooking Lake Dragonsnake, as he said.

“The sword has to go through a thousand hammers before it can be forged. Fate is not a good blacksmith. Sometimes a hammer smashes and the sword can turn into scrap iron. I feel relieved to see you like this. ”

“Ma'am, take care. You're not a fan iron. When I get through another day's robbery, I'll officially take you as my apprentice! ”

There are countless Taoist disciples who can obtain such a promise, besides the dust, she is the only one.

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Li Qingshan returned to Lianyue Mountain, and the skeleton devil was like a monkey, running around and making a scene in the great cave. These skeleton demons are very interesting, they are like little Ann's split body, they can manipulate fingers at any time, but they have their own spirituality and even wisdom.

After being taught a few lessons by Xiao 'an, when he saw Li Qingshan again, he dared not provoke him, and stood aside.

Once Xiao An waved her hand, the skeletal magic magic turned into a bead, and returned to her slender white wrist, just 17, just one could go up the floor, forming eighteen skeletal beads into a formation method.

And the bones beneath her flesh, also became more crystalline, radiant and restrained, the Buddhist nature suddenly reached the first critical juncture of Zhu Yan White Bone Road.

Li Qingshan laughed: “Looks like this game is coming to an end. ”

Although no one is aware of this.

As soon as the time comes, the two of them join forces, breaking stones, bloodshed, annihilating demonic alliances, killing Qingyun, and drawing an end to the war. Then he can reunite with Han Qiongzhi, accompany Xiao An more, write a novel, build up some wisdom, by the way, the refiner has to learn, rarely get this magic instrument copper, no need to run back and forth like this busy.

As he delineated the future, Xiao An interrupted his dream: “Yesterday afternoon, Qian Danqing came to you and said that what you wanted was done. ”

Li Qingshan was delighted and hugged Xiao An and kissed him. “Here comes my good stuff. ”

Baijia Sutra, in the painter's house, the Master Dao can no longer get out of bed, not only his face is dry, even his eyes start to get a little cloudy, staring at the liquid in the vial, because his arms tremble, the golden liquid, also trembles.

Hidden was a little excited and asked, "This... is..."

"Not bad," said the heart, "is that you forgot the water you wanted. I tried it and it worked pretty well. ”

“Excellent, Miss Heart, you are indeed a refiner, no wonder the old man Huazhi likes you... cough cough cough cough” Master Xi is not finished, it is a series of coughs, chest fluctuations.

“Master!” Qian Dan's face was full of worry, sitting beside the bed, gently caressing the back of the Master's Way, and the spiritual energy injected into it, calming the breath of the Master's Way.

“Crazy, don't fix it with no need to wear and tear!” The lean hand of the Master Taoist grabbed the arm of Danqing and became very firm at this moment. He's now like a big barrel with no bottom, even if it's futile to inject more water.

At this time, suddenly a voice came from outside the door: "My youngest Li Qingshan came to see me. ”

“Exactly. He's here too.” Master Xiao grinned and saw that his teeth had fallen off.

Li Qingshan came to the essence, and saw this look, and his heart was shocked. The joy dissipated a lot, and he arched his hand: “Master Luo is bothered. ”

Instead of coming from a hundred treasure capsules, Master Xiao stroked out a scroll of painting shaft from under the pillow and gave it to Li Qingshan: “What do you think? ”

Like Li Qingshan's original "Grass Sword Book" obtained in the Black Wind Mountain Village, the scroll shaft looked flat, without any spiritual light, but when he slowly expanded the shaft, his heart suddenly swept up, and his sweat rose, that was the situation only when he encountered a crisis.

The axis of the painting was completely open, and it could not be looked at carefully. A sharp sword attacked the eyebrow heart.

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