Legend of the Great Saint

After a long war, Li Qingshan finally took the upper hand. Li Qingshan couldn't help but laugh three times. In the painting volume, Mo Yu, although he took the upper hand at first, his demonic power was not endless. He did his best to carry out many divine talents, and was severely injured several times in a row by Li Qingshan, which consumed a lot.

However, Li Qingshan showed astonishing endurance. Under each other, instead, Mo Yu gradually disappeared. Li Qingshan struck him with three swords and defeated him. At this time, he wanted to get away, but it was not that easy.

Li Qingshan firmly grabbed the axis of the painting. Even if King Inkhai dragon took the whole thing away from him, the painting really had a magical effect, but if it was stubborn and not necessarily as strong as some golden iron cast, it would definitely not be able to withstand the full pull of two demons.

“You... North Moon... what do you want? ”

At that moment, Mu Yu's face showed a furious color, but immediately recovered the dead face without expression. Now the North Moon is in the upper wind, but did not immediately strike, obviously something else.

“Why don't you let go and we'll talk later? ”

Li Qingshan has long seen that this painting is extremely important to Mo Yu. Otherwise, it will take him a lot of effort to get out of the painting after he leaves the painting roll. By then, Mo Yu will be long gone and difficult to trace, but he will spare no effort to let him go and take the painting roll with him.

The reason why he is not in a hurry is naturally to maximize benefits and minimize contradictions. If Mo Yu really originated from the painting, it is very likely that if you refine this painting, you can control him. There is such a hostage in your hand, and King Mo Hailong will throw a mouse whiskey.

From Mu Yu's performance, he was more convinced of his reasoning.

“If there are any conditions, you can open them, but this painting, you don't have to be paranoid! ”

Mu Yu said to cut off the nail iron, the painting is his fundamental place. Although he possessed his own will and became a practicable monster, he could not escape this connection. To some extent, he is the so-called organ spirit. If it is refined by the North Moon, it will only happen for servants.

“You don't seem to know. Who's in charge now? ”

Li Qingshan pulled backwards sharply, the drawing roll was tight and straightened. Although his face was still smiling, the cold light had flashed in his red eyes. At a glance, Ink feather grabbed the painting shaft's hand, which was originally pale, and now turned black, almost integrating with the painting shaft, otherwise he had to consider a raid.

“If you dare to destroy this painting, you will become a dead enemy without sharing it with the Mukhai. Since then, Qingzhou, no, Kyushu has no place for you! ”

“If I let you go today, can we still be friends and be good friends? ”

Li Qingshan chuckled. This threat is becoming more and more powerful. If he doesn't take down the Mo Yu uniform or kill him today, why not wait until he has survived three days of robbery and become the demon king before coming to avenge him?

Mo Yu looked up at the dome and sighed, “That's it! ”

Li Qingshan smiled and finally got soft! However, I saw Mo Yu's expression, pulling hard, shouting, the painting volume was cut from interruption as two pieces. Mo Yu would rather destroy it than give it to Li Qingshan.

Where the scroll broke, the spiritual light surged out, forming a white liquid, changing the shape, coming towards Li Qingshan cover. This is the strange world that exists in the painting roll. Before it completely dissipates, it was used by Mo Yu as a means of last resort. Once wrapped in it, even Li Qingshan will be severely traumatized.

But Li Qingshan was always cautious, how could he win the trick? He immediately retreated. The white liquid quickly collapsed, blended into the void, then saw that Mu Yu had taken half a roll of the painting, and the black vortex disappeared, completely cutting off the possibility of Li Qingshan repairing the painting.

“It's a little decisive, but this is it. Do you want to go? ”

Li Qingshan exclaimed, the color turned strong, waved wings rolled up, spinning heavenly, a piece of turtle Xuan Jia scattered out.

Li Qingshan closed his eyes and opened them immediately. "Southwest! All the light! ”

Waving his hand, all the turtle armor overlapped, pointing in a southwesterly direction. Indeed, hundreds of miles away, the figure of Inufeather was found. I didn't expect him to flee in the direction of the Ink Sea, but to go the other way, without losing his dimension.

Li Qingshan turned into a red light and whistled like a meteor in a southwest direction.

Mo Yu had just moved successfully, spraying a bite of black blood and tearing the scroll had caused him an irreparable trauma. Feeling the cold in his heart, he looked back, hundreds of miles away, as if he had a red eye, staring at him dead, he pressed his wounds, and immediately moved for a second time, changing direction again.

“Heading north again? All the light! ”

Mo Yu moved three times in a row, constantly changing direction, feeling monitored like a shadow, like a sword hanging over his head, will be cut off at any time.

And he moved closer than once, barely making the last move again, but only a few dozen miles away, still not escaping surveillance, knowing that for the North Moon, it was just a sprint.

Mo Yu was exhausted, and the wounds on her body erupted. The wounds left by The Three Books were easily healed. At this time, she cracked and bled black.

But for a moment, a red light jumped out of the horizon and flew away. Mo Yu knew there was no hope of escape, so he stood in the void and looked calmly at the red light approaching, “North Moon, you push too much! ”

Li Qingshan opened his mouth and breathed a breeze. From a young age, he turned into a whistling tornado and went toward Ink feather roll.

Hang you to pieces, can you still recover?

……

On the western mountain wind and rain pavilion, Baobao saw them disappear. He was about to fly to chase the red light of the northern moon. He pressed her shoulder with one hand. Baobao replied with confusion: "Sister! ”

“We should get back. ”

“Shall we not see the results? ”

“Life and death have been decided! ”

Gu Yanshadow shook her head heavily. She very much hoped that Mo Yu would agree to Li Qingshan's terms. That way, there is room for change. You can ask King Mo Hailong to come forward, pay the price, make a deal, etc...

But she also understood that Mo Yu would not accept it. She could go to Li Qingshan to convince her to let Mo Yu live, but he would not agree.

“For your own good," she has heard so many crowned words, but she also understands how disgusting they are, pretending to prophesy the future of each other, and what happens if you don't do as you say! Even so, how many more will accept it?

She knew it was useless, she still said it, and it was useless. There was nothing worse than watching bad things happen without being able to stop it. Since then, there have been two less acquaintances in this practice!

Mu Yu made an awesome noise, turned into a black crow, flew around the wind column to Li Qingshan, and sprinkled a drop of ink on his body.

Faced with a deadly backlash, Li Qingshan also shrunk his expression, silently lifted his fist, ready to send this enemy on his last trip, suddenly twisted his body back and boxed out.

The crow disappeared and turned into ink feathers, appearing behind him.

Faced with this deadly punch, Mo Yu opened his arms, fearless on his face, not even a little surprised, his mouth raised a slight smile and his lips closed silently.

You're gonna die!

Li Qingshan's heart sank, his fist just touched Ink Yu's body, he turned into a black ink burst.

Suicide demon Dan, all together!

That power is ten times stronger than any Kim Dan Brother Li Qingshan has ever seen. The heavens and the earth seem to be black with ink. The dark sphere filled with the power of death swells to the extreme. It is also like the sky has a black day.

Dozens of miles in a circle, the grass withered and the animals died.

Li Qingshan had long anticipated this situation and made corresponding preparations. At the moment when Mo Yu self-exploded the demon Dan, a piece of turtle Xuan Jia flew out, forming a solid sphere. After the promotion of the Demon Handsome, the Turtle Xuan Armor, the most basic spirit of the Turtle, also became stronger in defense.

The dark day swallowed it silently. In time, a crack appeared on the turtle's armor, shaking and crashing. It broke apart after only a moment of support. Li Qingshan was also devoured by darkness. The power of death was the last time he launched an invasion on the fire of his life.

This is not that Turtle Xuan Jia is not strong enough, but Li Qingshan's battle has so far, constantly motivated talent, constantly forecasting, spiritual and demonic consumed greatly.

The dark days slowly became smaller and eventually disappeared.

Li Qingshan looked up at Hook Moon, full of stars, and took a sigh of relief. “Mo Yu, I'm still alive! ”

The moment when the Turtle's Xuan Armor is supported is crucial to resist most of the damage, and the power of this explosion has no guidance whatsoever, but spreads in all directions in an orderly fashion, otherwise there is a real danger.

After all the hard work, I will slaughter him. Woe to you!

But now it's time to run!

……

Ten thousand miles away, without waiting for the lifelight to go out, a pair of dragon eyes opened again, the ink sea began to flip.

In the Ink Sea, the Dragon King chanted.

In the southern pivotal city, Qingzhou Pastoral King Chulei stepped on the head of the city, looked deep into the Ink Sea, and his mind flew a thousand miles. He saw only one Ink Dragon rising into the sky, winding and flying, like an Optimus Column, connecting the distance between the sky and the sea, Ink tsunami, wanting to go with it.

“Yo, Murongdao, what's going on?” King Chu asked aloud.

King Mo Hailong did not answer, passing over the southern pivot city, pointing directly to the southwest direction, 10,000 miles away.

……

Li Qingshan was all sweaty and felt unprecedented horror. There were no enemies present in the obvious perception. However, that feeling of danger was as if the sword had been slashed to the neck, leaving only a millilitre difference, and he had to ask others to land their heads.

Calm the mind and guard against the tortoise, lest the art of occupation locks the position and finally converge the atmosphere.

However, there was a problem at this point. In the explosion, his body was stained with ink, and the ink was carefully examined. The ink was not only on the skin, but deeper into the musculoskeletal, and even the demon dan was covered with death.

Though he can't be hurt, it's not a moment to wipe him out. If you guessed correctly, the Dragon King and Mo Yu share the same origin, then the ink marks are as eye-catching as the light in the dark, even if it is useless to hide the smell completely.

“Is this Mo Yu's last curse? Oh, it used to be a joke. It's called a fucking death spell! Well done, I must say! ”

Li Qingshan praised, waving his wings and throwing himself into the wind. (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.)