Legend of the Great Saint

Light rain, Li Qingshan looked at a swamp bigger than Moon Court Lake, and a piece of water reflected the clouds of the sky.

Although shallow overall, the victory over the vast area is that if it can be refined, the harvest, I'm afraid, above the clear river water, may accumulate enough power to suppress the bull demons.

“Is this Osawa your territory? ”

Li Qingshan retracted his gaze and landed in front of this able-bodied demon. He did not believe that, under the alliance of the kings, any demon dared to move on the ground. Ruyi County, adjacent to Longzhou, is the core of the Great Summer Dynasty, not the remote areas of Misty State.

“Fuck off! ”

That sturdy demon drank violently and didn't explain it at all. A demon from the district would dare to question him!

At the same time, he opened his mouth to an incredible extent, emitting a translucent bubble. In rapid flight, he pulled it into an oval and flew towards Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan raised his hand, five fingers open, caught the bubble, felt a huge impact from the palm of his hand, actually some hidden pain, “It's not bad to be a demon handsome, it's all a little unexpected. ”

“It's impossible!” The demon's eyes popped out in a glare. This bubble is one of the gifted magical talents. It is extremely powerful. The demon is afraid of not touching hard. It is actually blocked by this North Moon hand.

Li Qingshan was surprised: “Don't exaggerate like a comic character! ”

The demon handsome didn't know what he was talking about. The bubbles whistled but couldn't go any further. He suddenly laughed and the bubbles distorted violently.

Li Qingshan felt one of the bursting energy, about to burst out, Li Qingshan suppressed it with a spirit turtle and threw it behind him at will.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, the swamp was blown out of a crater, the storm was like a typhoon, and the mud was flying like a bullet.

A giant tree was worn through a hundred holes of sores and pulled out by the wind, flying to the sky, passing by Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan clapped his hands and continued the conversation just now: “Since this territory is not yours, then it is mine, please go away! ”

“I changed my mind, you stay here and let Rose cut a plot of land to redeem it! ”

The demon was furious when he went on, bouncing off his legs and hitting Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan is still common and lifts one hand.

The devil opened his mouth and threw up continuously, a bubble flew away, but followed different trajectories and danced in the air.

Li Qingshan, around the front and back, are all these bubbles, heavily surrounded.

Boom, boom, boom!

The bubbles exploded at the same time, the demon smiled and rushed into the center of the explosion, but saw that the figure still maintained its original posture, arms forward, red hair, although there were some marks on his body. But that's nothing to a fierce demon.

After breaking through the five-fold Bull Demon, besides the genius, this cowhide is indeed much tougher than it was in the past, and for the first time crossing the Turtle Xuan Armor became his strongest defense.

The monster's eyes burst out suddenly, feeling the battle was very bad, trying to brace his shape, the red shadow flashed in front of him, close to him. One hand pressed his big bald head, a terrible force that couldn't resist coming from his head.

“I told you not to be like in comics! Make me laugh in battle, it affects the atmosphere! ”

Li Qingshan growled, snapped this handsome big bald head, and chose to swing to the ground three times in the air.

Boom, the monster didn't go deep into the swamp.

Suddenly the swamp drummed up, and beneath the swamp, something seemed to keep expanding and turning into a hill-like size.

A pair of pond-sized eyes, raised, stretched open the muddy water, opened the crack-like mouth and made a thunderous loud noise.

“Shh!”

Li Qingshan exhaled: “Turns out I blamed you. ”

……

In the scattered rain, a small village lay quietly in the mountains, the horseshoes broke into pieces and calm. A group of bandits came to the valley, the only one-eyed knight, pulling out the slanted finger of the waist knife.

“Brothers, let's do this! ”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” The bandits cried out.

“Robbing money, grabbing food, grabbing women! Whoever stops us, kill them all!” The bandit's head shouted and his horseshoe rose high.

“Kill them all! Kill them all! ”

At this moment, there was a moment in the grass when Sysozo, the head of the bandit, moved his ear and drank: “Who's there?” Waving is flying a quinoa and a master of darts on the river and lake.

The iron quinoa seemed to have hit something, and it flew back, and the bandits held it up, and the knife was cut down, and the grass fell in pieces, and no one was among them.

“Hey, what's this? Looks like a letter! ”

A small bandit lay on the ground and blinked his eyes. When he saw a letterhead lying on the grass, he did not know what paper it was on. It was soaked in water and not wet. The words "Green Mountain Kickoff” were written on it. He reached for it, and it moved, and it was very fast.

Only then did the bandits see what was under the letter.

A skeleton only the size of an index finger carries a letterhead. Its appearance is a little shabby, but to such an extent, it can't be terrified.

“What is this weird stuff!?” The bandits shouted.

“Maybe it's the baby, grab it!” The bandit leader commanded.

Boo!

The skeleton disappeared into a white light, and the little bandit suddenly stopped, with an extra blood hole in his eyebrow, spraying not blood or brains, but white flames.

Whoa, whoa! White light travels between the bushes, and a bandit stays.

In the sound of Herod's horse, the bandit's leader strangled the reins, backed up in a row, waving the knife in his hand indiscriminately, but saw the little skull standing in front of him.

“If a dwarf offends a fairy, he deserves to die. Please forgive a fairy! ”

The bandit leader, a "grunt”, fell from his horse, knelt down, and bowed down.

The skull swelled up and turned into a tall skull demon. Gaga smiled and pinched the bandit in the palm of his hand. Instead of refining it with a trifle of white bone fire, he stuffed it into the entrance. The click-and-mouth rubbed it and chewed it, and the blood splattered.

“Ahhhhhh!” The scream struck a small village in the mountains.

Boom!

Big, happy skull demon head slammed hard on the ground, as if he had an invisible hand, bouncing hard on his head.

The skeleton climbed up, his head grunted a few laps, his figure shrunk sharply, his index finger was restored, he lifted the letter, and he went into the grass.

Xiao An's thumb and middle finger tapped gently, his bare hands like lotus flowers, sat in the temple Buddha Hall, looked up at the statue of Buddha, listened quietly to the sound of the bell, hidden under the sleeve of clothes, the string of white beads on his wrist, one missing.

Once too far away, the skeleton rosary takes more effort to manipulate, but with the power of the skeleton, it is safe to send a letter.

After restoring her memories of the past, her mind became more sensitive, especially with regard to the human condition, she understood a lot, but also with a lot of noise and troubles.

If the word "enlightenment” is used alone, it is not as good as the original Xiao 'an. Although he understands it, his mind is pure, more intelligent than witty.

She wants to purify this intelligent and clever wisdom before the Buddha and firmly destroy the Buddha's will.

She doesn't want to be the original herself, forget the name of the past, just be his little Ann.

However, "Zhu Yan Bai Bone Road" second place, always something is missing, it is difficult to break through, only to understand the deeper Buddha method.

Xiao 'an muttered to himself: "Tianlong Zen Yard. ”

……

A giant cow frog rolled over and lay in the swamp, with a white belly facing the sky, as if it were an island in infinite waters.

Li Qingshan lay on a lonely island in the sun and slowly regained his demonic temper.

This bullfrog demon is a little weaker than the spider, but there is a talent, able to rebound the external forces, and it is also a waste of hands and feet.

The bushes are full of sows, and the skeleton demons leap out of the bushes and fly.

“Hmm?” Li Qingshan grabbed the messy red hair behind him and took the letterhead from the skeleton's hand. After looking at the font, he recognized it: “Jonesy! ”

Immediately unravel it, read it carefully, and the look grew heavy.

A short but intermittent letter with tear-stained marks reads the last sentence.

“Aoyama, I'd love to see you! ”

Li Qingshan stunned for a moment and felt a little guilty. Underestimated the position of Uncle Han in Han Jong-Ji's heart.

His parents died prematurely, grew up in solitude, never experienced the so-called affection from his brother's sister-in-law. It was inevitable that the two words would be lighter.

Standing up, remembering her tearful face, hatred could not rush to Ruyi County immediately, to her side, but looking at himself, there was only one long sigh, now he could not hold back even a demonic qi, thinking of here, suddenly determined, eyes became firm.

The skeleton revolved around a huge cow frog, and the light in his eye socket shook. Interested in this large pile of quality flesh, he finally couldn't stand it, becoming tall and biting it hard.

“Knock!” the bullfrog screamed, leaping dozens of feet high and fleeing in horror to the distance.

Skeleton was about to win the chase. Li Qingshan grabbed its cervical spine and stuffed the reply into his hands.

Looking at the sky, he said to himself, "I'll be there as soon as I can. Wait for me! ”

……

In the Xuanyin sect, the princess took out the captured soul, and did not listen to the prayer for forgiveness and curse of those who waited. Wait for what they had suffered.

This is probably the misfortune of the practitioner: if a mortal dies, his soul returns to the circle, but is almost immortal.

Practitioners seem to have a long life span, but unless they end up asleep, once they are killed in a struggle, the soul does not necessarily have a chance to turn back.

The higher they are, the higher they are, the higher they are, the harder it is for the soul to escape being captured and slaughtered. It is precisely the so-called soul that is extinct and endless.

The concubine was slightly surprised and found one missing, touching her eyebrows and remembering the last shot, “Did his soul escape?” (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.)