Legend of the Great Saint

This time, however, the Han 'an Army did not give him a new assignment, but called him back.

Li Qingshan laughed: “Have you finally given my son-in-law a break? ”

Several musician disciples heard that he was returning to Qinghe Province. They did not have the strength of Li Qingshan, but correspondingly, they did not have to shoulder that much responsibility. After basically every dispatch, they go back for refurbishment.

However, there is still a short distance from here to return to Qinghe Province. The situation is now volatile, the war is spreading, and it is easy to encounter demonic raids, so Li Qingshan wants to give them a lift.

But if you bring them, you will waste some of Li Qingshan's time. With the rise of Li Qingshan's fame, his pride was also famous. It is rumored that he has always been alone, unhappy and sociable, only at first sight, it is true.

If they refuse to talk, it won't look good on your face.

“I'm going back to the Qing Dynasty. Can I give you a lift?” Li Qingshan saw their thoughts and didn't care about this time.

A few musician disciples were overjoyed and even thanked him, feeling that he was not as close to hearsay.

After all, everyone is a human being!

White cloud fog spread, lifted Li Qingshan and several musician disciples, slowly flew to the sky, buzzed, dragged a long cloud tail, broke away.

“Brother, I'm afraid there are few people in the Hundred Sutras who can compete with this tent-cloud fog driving technique? ”

“Brother is a genius I have rarely seen in Qinghe Mansion for 100 years. When I was admitted to the hospital, those who were considered geniuses were not the first to build the foundation. ”

The clouds crossed a mountain and left it behind, and several disciples of musicians sincerely admired it, including, of course, their sincere admiration. In fact, they are said to have joined hundreds of sutras longer than Li Qingshan, and are also Li Qingshan's sisters.

Even if there are no substantial benefits, it is good to have a good relationship with such a person. The weak meet the strong, mostly with this in mind, although they often get nothing, but only for that glimmer of hope.

Li Qingshan smiled and was about to say something. Suddenly he felt uneasy.

On a dark earth, the golden light shines through the clouds.

……

It is a bustling ancient city, and although it is far from the capital city, there are several mines nearby, which eat mountains by mountains, and the people are rich.

The sky just darkened and the lights lit up in the city.

Because of the demon's mess, there were not many people on the road. Only Gengfu was still knocking on the copper gong in the street, lazily shouting: “The sky is dry, watch out for fire candles! ”

The husband's voice breathed through the moonlight, only to see a man walking from afar and blinking in the thin mist of night. He squeezed his eyes and wanted to look closer.

Somehow, he walked in front of him, his beautiful, red face, his eyes glistening with blood, his mouth protruding with two fangs, and his mouth sucking.

Puffing, the heart of Genfu burst out and a bright red blood flew out.

When he shouted, the copper gong fell to the ground, Jiangfu fell to the ground, twitching all over himself, and had become a cold, pale corpse with no drop of blood left.

Blood licked his lips and continued along the street. His gaze penetrated through the fog through the walls, and he saw the house on both sides of the road, a bloody figure.

His mouth widened to an exaggerated size, causing his entire face to be extremely twisted, his mouth swallowed wide, a bright red blood coming out of the wall and pouring wildly into his mouth.

At the end of the long street, a strong blood temper attracted the attention of the shadow. He gazed at it, a daoist dressed in a dilapidated robe, sat with a gourd and twisted a dead branch of coke black with one hand.

“Wicked, I've been waiting for you for so long! ”

Zhou Tong drank a sip of wine and the branches of his hands swept away.

A thunderbolt, twisting, like a dragon snake, thrust through the fog of night and instantly hit the blood.

……

The cloud was torn apart, but there was no one there. Li Qingshan flew out of two cloud belts, surrounded several musician disciples, and rose to the sky.

Golden glitter on the ground, a giant hedgehog full of golden spikes, each spear-sized and heavenly.

Li Qingshan carried the wave, stepped on the cloud ladder, constantly crossed up, wanted to get out of its attack range, put a few musician disciples in a safe place, then slaughtered the hedgehog.

A thin cloud covering the moon in the sky, and the moon is blurry.

Li Qingshan broke out of the cloud and jumped above the cloud. The hedgehog spike flew to this height and was powerless. He could not relax, but saw an old man with a hunchback sitting on the cloud. In a very slow tone:

“Are you the practitioner who recently slaughtered my three demon generals? ”

Dragon snail!

Li Qingshan's heart sinks. Of the three demons with strong blood shadow stone dragon snails, he is most constrained by this unpredictable dragon snail, and the blood shadow stone seems to agree with this.

Li Qingshan's subterranean body, has closed the practice, ready to pay Qingshan duel, report to the spider later. Even though the spider queen was unhappy, there was no objection to seeing him drag a strong hand. At this point, the dragon snail proposed that he hand over all the monsters in his territory to him for dispatch.

Li Qingshan would not have said yes, but the spider had a certain opinion behind him and could not be rejected. Turns out the dragon snail not only incorporates strong stone subordinates, but even blood shadow subordinates, almost replacing the spider, commander of all monsters.

“It seems that my performance during this period was too prominent to attract the idea of this old monster, who dedicated himself to ambushing me here. This old monster city is deep, thoughtful and much harder to deal with than the strong stone shadow. If you're alone, it's hard to protect them with these gas refiners. ”

Li Qingshan said quietly: “So what? ”

“Yes, just stay here! ”

The dragon snail's speech was much faster suddenly. There was no more slow tone that made people listen to the rush. As soon as they got up, there was also its speed. As soon as they flashed, they came to Li Qingshan, and their lean hands strangled Li Qingshan's throat.

“So fast, it's faster than blood! ”

Li Qingshan's body reacted faster than thought. The sword stopped. The dragon snail seemed to have not seen the near-transparent invisible water sword, but still grabbed it straight.

Li Qingshan's heart was delighted, sharp sword, easily cut into the tiger mouth of the dragon snail, divided the lean arm into two parts, Dantian sword with the sword.

The dragon snail had some stubborn eyes, flashing a negative light, the separate arms swelled sharply, and then opened up, like the monster's huge mouth, pulling out tens of millions of slime, biting down Li Qingshan's neck.

Li Qingshan reached his goal, took the sword and retreated. The invisible sword of phantom water was covered with a layer of mucus, which eroded the spirit light on the sword. He was busy transporting the spiritual instrument and washing away the mucus. Not only did the spirit light become much dimmer, but even the sword body became visible to the naked eye.

That sword was a dragon snail deliberately let him cut. His Dantian swordsmanship against ordinary demon generals was fatal enough, but he was not half confident about dragon snails.

If not, the dragon snail is only slightly slower, and there is no response, not even like a strong stone, to push the sword out.

“Put me down! Put me down! I'm going home!”

At this time, a musician disciple screamed and screamed like a child, struggling hard. It was the one who tried to do something with Li Qingshan. The constant crisis of life and death broke her last heart string, not everyone's nerves, as tough as Li Qingshan.

“Don't be afraid, we'll be fine.” “Believe in Brother!” “Bitch, shut up, you hear me? ”

Several other musician disciples, afraid that she would really fall off, seven mouths persuaded and even grumbled.

Into Li Qingshan's ear, the speed of speech was astonishing, as if it were a quick tape, almost impossible to hear, his eyebrows wrinkled, if he understood.

A few pieces of golden light came from behind the air strike, the quick Li Qingshan almost didn't react, her head didn't return, a sword chopped fly to the spike of his vest, but the scream next to him stopped, a spike directly through the head, shot the disciple of the musician on the spot, she added a blood hole to her glorious brain.

The persuasion also stopped. Several other musician disciples, each with an extra blood hole, turned into a corpse and hung on a cloud belt.

Their eyes were wide open, as if they could not believe that they would have such a destiny. I wanted to rely on Li Qingshan for some safety, but I didn't expect to die because of him.

The cloud belt scattered and they fell towards the ground, becoming smaller and smaller, melting in the fog and dancing in their skirts as if they were a fading petal.

Li Qingshan didn't have time for emotion. He finally understood that it wasn't the dragon snail that got faster, it was the dragon snail that slowed himself down. Not only did he get slower in shape, but he also slowed down with the reaction of his brain and the speed of his spiritual energy, and he didn't know when he was doing it!

He stared at the dragon snail in front of him. What a strange gift. What a terrible gift!

Behind Li Qingshan, in a cloud, hedgerows trembled, hundreds of golden lights, dense as rain, can't avoid, shape slowed more than a dozen Li Qingshan, can't avoid.

……

Blood that has been tested by heaven, are you afraid of a lightning bolt in this area?

When I draw your blood, taste what it feels like!

The blood shadow smiled cold, and walked forward, overflowing with electric light, his face gradually became scorched black, revealing a hint of fear, staring at the dead branch in Zhou Tong's hand: “What is this? ”

Instead of flashing like an ordinary lightning bolt, it wanders in the blood shadow and destroys it at will. Every tiny piece of electric light can penetrate his body, evaporate part of his blood, even on the blood-red demon dan, is interwoven with electric light, making him feel a palpitation.

“Too old, hurry up, Thunder Mother, God Thunder Demon! ”

Zhou Tong's face was clear, without a word of crap, he stepped forward and fought, the old robe Ho Hao dancing, holding a dead branch, as if holding a sword of immortality, pointing straight at the sky.

Boom!

The thunder descends from the sky, reaches the earth, and lights for thousands of miles.

PS: I had a dream last night, and I got up today with a cracked headache, and I wrote this chapter for over four hours. (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.)