Legend of the Great Saint

Flowers revealed a whisper of unbearable pain, but accompanied by unspeakable joy, the power of pure wood spirits rushed into her body, instantly repairing her true qi for more than a decade to replace it with a total flushing, and then a tiny bit into her body, operating according to the Fang Hua Yu's doors.

Gas refining level 1, gas refining level 2... again pushed to gas refining level 8 in the eye, then continued until gas refining level 9, gas refining level 10! All the meridians in the body were penetrated by spiritual force, more refined and stronger than the spiritual energy she had worked so hard to cultivate.

Though this great banyan tree is nothing more than nine bulls for the king of the great banyan tree, and the spiritual power injected into the flower to reveal itself is nothing more than a cent, but for a small gas refiner it is too big to bear the gift.

The Banyan King may be able to wash her hair and cut the medulla and break through the small boundaries of gas refining, but she cannot be forced to break through the boundaries and still needs her own practice and understanding, but she does not know how much time it will take.

“Girl, wake up and watch your back. Don't forget who you are! ”

Suddenly, the banyan king's voice sounded in his mind, contrary to what he had just asked to relax, flower revealing efforts to recover from the immense pleasure of breaking through the realm, silently said in his heart: “I am the flower reveal! ”

Those big, complicated messages, they burst into flames. In the past, she seemed to be in a dark labyrinth, searching constantly for a way out of her life and cultivating her ways.

At this moment, the high wall of the labyrinth suddenly collapsed, and the blazing light shone in, all the obstacles and darkness that plagued her ceased to exist. Even the body was as if it had disappeared, leaving only the soul to expand in the light.

It's like a blind, deaf, foolish person for a lifetime who can suddenly see, hear, think. As if it had been a million years, as if it had only been a moment, she had all been immersed in joy. Somehow she thought, “This is what the Buddhists call a world of joy! ”

“Don't forget who you are!” The roaring voice of the Great Banyan Tree King sounded again. Hana Sheng shouted the story of the Yutong Zen master, and then asked herself, “Who am I? ”

Her name is Flower Rendezvous, but it's just a name, and some things have disappeared, some things have changed, and some things have appeared empty, completely integrated with her, and can no longer be separated.

But there is no doubt that she has become stronger, both physically and mentally, but as if she has missed many things. If you let a child mature like an adult overnight, you will miss childhood naiveté, young madness, and the child may never know what price he or she has paid, but there is a blank memory.

Angry roots gather back into the tree and the flowers float from the sky like a light petal.

Boom!

Thunder comes from the void to baptize everything that wants to change bones.

Flowers revealed no panic at all, arms wide open to welcome the arrival of thunder.

……

As soon as she entered the Dragon Fighting Ground, she immediately went to meet Changqing Liu, but halfway across the road, she encountered an uninterrupted guest, a man with three forks of fire and flaming flames - Hail.

If the heart does not want to fight anyone, and Zhu Li also went to Shilin to rendezvous with him in accordance with Qingqing's order, and prepare to kill Li Qingshan together. Although he is less willing to carry out this order, he is more willing to find another chance to fight Li Qingshan to death, but as a prisoner, there is not much choice.

On a smooth lake like a mirror, two people each rush to different targets, rubbing their shoulders over.

Like a breath of breath, the people who swallow fire have always been able to recruit good battles. The fiery fire is even more powerful. This guy is much harder to deal with than the ordinary late monks.

A flame suddenly came from the wind and stopped in front of him, wishing his eyebrows wrinkled into a "river” word. The flame jumped in his eyes and stared at his eyes like a heart.

This splendid beauty convinces him that there is no such face in his memory and no bright ideas, but rather creates a strange feeling. This woman is very disgusting to him. This disgust is almost instinctive, and hate cannot be killed later.

However, given his current situation, I am afraid to see that any human monk would have a similar feeling. If it was just such disgust, he would not turn back specifically. In disgust, there was an indescribable sense of kindness, as if he had been found elsewhere.

This feeling was so vivid and special that it was hard for anyone who had experienced it to forget, and only once in his memory did he ask:

“Have we met somewhere? ”

“I've never been to a wasteland like Misty State, and I'm afraid you're mistaken. ”

As her heart smiled, looked at the fierce, and tried to search for her memory, but with no results, she had seen too many people swallowing fire. After many years, all that remained in her memory was a flame of anger and a distorted face.

May the fierce speak no more, the three forks suddenly strike, pinching the fierce fire, like a meteor shooting into the heart. If you won't admit it, kill it! This is the way the Fire Swallow people do things.

People always reveal a lot of secrets before they die. If you still refuse to tell them, take them with you to Cao Di's house! Killing such a small early monk would not waste much time anyway.

As her heart was ready, she fell straight into the lake at the moment of the three forks in her hand, "These goddamn burners! ”

Three forks stabbed an empty sky, the flames brightened the lake, the white fog soared, like the voice of the heart coming from the bottom of the water: “I heard a fireman made a dog to celebrate, ordered to bite people everywhere, it can't be you! ”

“Shut up!” May the three forks violently wave towards the sound, a loud noise, the lake was split apart, the flames raided down, a white figure flashed away, but the moment the flames burned, gently slid to the side.

“I have heard that the Inhumans are the most angry and intense men of the Inhumans. It seems that the legend cannot be taken seriously. Turns out he's weaker than himself, so he shook his tail and begged for pity. I heard that Qing Qing is a good male style, heh! ”

May Fierce be stabbed with pain in his heart, and the flames on his body soar three heights.

“Well, you provoked me, you know, the more anger the people swallow, the more powerful the flames are? ”

“Psst!” dives deep into the water.

Zhu Li thought that the three moves could solve the problem like heart, found the other party slippery than Li Qingshan, did not face him at all, swimming in the water like a fish, no matter how fierce the flame he provoked, she could always cleverly grasp the blossom, dissolve his wave of offense, as if he knew his means, tricks, even the way to fight, all as if.

He clearly had an overwhelming advantage, but he couldn't win for a while, and his suspicions prevailed. In the aftermath of the battle, the cynicism of the heart continued to come from the bottom of the water, and made him yell more excitedly. Where can he take orders from Qing Qing? The offense became more fierce, and he did not kill her, he vowed not to stop.

For example, if the heart is in distress, if it does not accumulate many spiritual charms in the hand, several times it is almost at risk of death, tightly pressing the lips, the look like a jade sculpture without a slight change.

The constant fire of aggression, the endless escape, the endless dense forest, the forgotten memories, suddenly again clear, the blood still dripping, no fading at all, the pain still bright, like yesterday, deep in the eyes, a flame burning again.

Again, fighting for most of the time, wishing for the opportunity to flutter down, the three forks in her hand stabbed like a vest. If the heart turns away, the smile on her face is completely different from the gentle look of her everyday life, flaming and full of aggression.

Behind her suddenly appeared a strange fiction, a strange figure surrounded by bandages. The white bandages were stained with blood and pus, and had completely lost their initial whiteness. The bodies revealed in the gap were also semi-rotted and half rotten, giving rise to nauseous poisonous sores. Some areas were lean and boneless, and even the flesh seemed to have been cut off, while others were swollen like balls, filthy and ugly to the extreme.

In the moment of appearance, he came up to pray for the fierce, slightly frowned, flaming flames, wearing a strong armor, swords are also hurtful, confident to resist any attack, how could he give up his chance to kill her because of a fiction in the district.

The shadow was fast-paced, silent, through the flames, through the armor, into the body of a toast.

Zhu Feng had a bad feeling about the big thing. When he was stiff, his three forks slowed down. For example, his heart took the opportunity to avoid it.

Touch your chest vigorously and discover that there is no other feeling than the initial stiffness, which seems to be the only way the phantom can work. Turns out she almost frightened me.

However, with the passage of time, he began to feel uncomfortable all over himself. At first, it was just a small discomfort. His body was hot when it was cold. He felt slightly itchy. He felt less comfortable manipulating the flame, and then his head began to faint until it seemed like it was going to burst. There was a rash on his body, and he could hardly resist scratching it with his hands.

He tried desperately to remove these feelings of discomfort, but it was useless. Although the offense remained fierce and steadily dominated the wind, it could no longer pose a deadly threat to the heart.

“What have you done to me?” Sincerely, the wind is gone and his neck is swollen high.

Rusheng smiled: "You are sick, but you are lucky, I am a doctor!” (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.)