Legend of the Great Saint

When Li Qingshan threw the ghost shadow of the coma in front of Xiao 'an, Xiao 'an Dao: “Ghost shadow? ”

Qingshan Li said: “Do you know him? ”

“The master of the third hole of the mass demon cave, unexpectedly still alive, is a little powerful to be ahead of. ”

“Yeah, I punched him and he didn't die. The Caveman Mountain came to the right place. ”

The ghost shadow fainted for three days and three nights before waking up, breathing dying, pale face, recalling that punch, still felt palpitations.

“Do you still underestimate the horrors of prey?" Where is the power of a White Eagle Commander! ”

“Don't play dead, get up. ”

A low drunk shook the ghost shadow's heart, he dared not carelessly, and slowly sat up. Only Li Qingshan was squatting in front of him. He looked vicious and waved a "sheepskin roll” in his hand, like a debtor who came to collect debts.

And the two people behind him, his men or his bodyguards, of course, were looking at him with a complex expression, a little sad and compassionate, and a little bit of a disaster and joy.

“Yu Feng, Tian Fat Lang!” The ghost shadow blinked and shocked.

“Third, you're here, too.” Tian Fat Lang sighed that after more than a year of cultivation, he had recovered into a fleshy mountain.

Close your eyes without wind.

In a moment, the ghost shadow had figured things out. He could bear the blood vow without dying. The two men were even more able to do it. At the same time, he also saw what the “sheepskin roll” was in Li Qingshan's hands. Even the blood vow that was re-written on it looked at an approximation.

“In other words, Li Qingshan killed the other four cave owners and forced the windless to sign a new blood vow with Tian Fat Lang, which turned out to be the case, how can he be... Yes, he has this strength, Tian Fat Lang can take his punch without dying, already counts as excellent. ”

“Boy, I see you're talented. I can't stand to kill you. Take an oath!” Li Qingshan pressed the shoulder of the ghost shadow and laughed.

“Kill me!” The ghost shadow calmed down.

“You want to die?” Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows. I didn't realize that there were really hard bones in Caveman Mountain. He was born with some interest.

“No, but I don't want to be a servant anymore.” The ghost shadow said frankly, looking at death as if it were home.

Tian Fat Lang's face was red, but he was blushing, but he couldn't see it. Without the wind, he gripped his fist and told himself, silently, to bear the burden, he could not give up a hint of hope.

“I heard you escaped from the clan. Why? Because you're a man, oppressed by those women?” Li Qingshan asked with a smile.

The ghost shadow glanced at him. Although he had not spoken, Li Qingshan knew that he had guessed correctly and felt a little sympathy for him. He said: "I know the most about night visitors. Follow my welfare and send you some beautiful night visitors. ”

Instead of moving, the ghost shadow said categorically: "Don't talk nonsense, kill me! ”

“It does have character, I like it.” Li Qingshan raised his thumb, put away the blood oath book, waved one more hand, and the ghost shadow disappeared.

As soon as Li Qingshan waved his hand, the ghost shadow was ready to die, but the light in front of him changed. He saw a pale red sky and a giant tree in the heavens. He blinked his eyes and lost his voice: “King Banyan! ”

Throughout Misty State, I'm afraid no one knows four words, and no one is unaware of them. But the Great Banyan Tree King mainly exists in the Midwest of Miaozhou, and there is none in the South China River.

And what surprised the ghost shadow was still behind him, a night traveler walked to him, a female night traveler with a thin nose and faint eyebrows, more and more ruthless, but also a rare beauty, with a strange look in her eyes.

“This night tourist has spent two days of robbery, condensed the night demon, should have a high status in the clan, how come I have never seen her, even if I have not seen her, she should have seen me, isn't she the night tourist behind the shadows? But the Night Travelers of Miaozhou will be reunited in the morning. ”

The ghost shadow thinks, hiding a bad feeling.

The nocturnal meteor suddenly coaxed and said, "Yes," and thought again, grabbing the ghost shadow and walking in the direction of the great banyan tree.

The ghost shadow saw more night tourists, and the night tourists looked at him with amazing eyes, and he became clear: "This tribe of night tourists who had not been ruled by the shadows. ”

Come under the great banyan tree, through a cave formed by the roots of a tree, in front of a black altar.

The night meteor removed the ghost shadow clothes, placed him on the altar, activated the altar, the black shadow fluttered, the ghost shadow felt the wound in the body was slowly recovering, but there was no peace in the heart, another green liquid poured into the entrance, immediately melted in the body, the wound quickly recovered.

“This is the branch of the Great Banyan Tree King, Misty State's most famous cure for injuries! ”

But Li Qingshan's remaining confinement still firmly suppressed him, and the Black Altar itself had such power.

The night meteor stared at the ghost shadow naked body, finally nodding satisfactorily, always looking at the ghost shadow of death, the color of fear in his eyes, as if he remembered something.

Soon, the Night Meteor summoned a group of women to the altar, listening to what the Night Meteor was saying, and watching the naked ghost shadow on the altar became full of interest.

Then, a female night traveler came up naked and began to kiss the ghost shadow.

The ghost shadow's eyes were wide open and tight, but it wasn't excitement, it was fear! It is inconceivable that a person who is not even afraid of death would be afraid of a female night traveler.

The ghost shadow was completely unresponsive, the surrounding female night traveler laughed, and the female night traveler was filled with anger, slapping the ghost shadow and asking for help from the night meteor.

Night Meteor ordered a few more words. Later, he took a porcelain bottle, took out a blue pill and stuffed it in the mouth of the ghost shadow.

It's like a little bit of Mars falling in the wilderness, flaming in a flash. Though reason exists, the body reacts independently, and the woman on the body gets excited at night.

A tear slides from the corner of the ghost shadow's eye...

Nightwalkers are a society where women are inferior to men, because the talents of men are far from comparable to those of women, and it is very difficult to survive a single pillage, and it is Phoenix Horn that survives a second pillage.

All male night travelers who have survived two days of robbery, their status will immediately change dramatically, they will not have to carry out any more dangerous tasks, they can stay in the safest castle ever, and the ghost shadow is such a “lucky man”.

Of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't have to do anything, at least one job is necessary, to breed offspring with the women of the tribe.

Just as the children of human practitioners, they often have good cultivation talents, so long as they only marry the practitioners, they form cultivated lineages, and so do the tribes.

Inhuman tribes, for their part, attach more importance to descent than human tribes. They are born with talents and longevity beyond the reach of mortals. They almost combine the advantages of both human and demonic tribes and practise half-work. This is the importance of descent.

So the ghost shadow gets a job that makes all men envious of crazy, and every night different women come to the door and have sex with him. In order to compete for this opportunity, the forces of the clan even engaged in an open struggle, culminating in the mediation of the shadows, which set a timetable.

So for a long time, he couldn't even see a repetitive face, and countless faces overlapped and blurred.

Because the stronger the pedigree, the lower the chances of the birth of a child, so care, day and night, day and night, never ending.

He felt all his moments of sobriety, facing such a blurred face, and becoming more and more horrified.

In fact, most of the women were beautiful, but as if they could survive a second day of robbery against a man, and were deeply jealous, so the so-called merriment, in many cases, was more like a vengeful abuse.

He did not know why he had come to this field, nor what he was doing, let alone practicing quietly. Of course, the clan provided him with a lot of magic medicine, so that he could fix it without turning back, but there was no longer any possibility of progress.

He wanted to refuse, but he was nothing but a humble man who, even though he was made into a weaker female night traveler than him, did not see him in his eyes. Instead, he was reproached for not knowing gratitude, and then humiliated him more violently. If he dares to resist, he will challenge the order of the entire clan.

So, it's like a pig in a pig's circle, constantly growing fat, constantly being cut meat. He finally got numb, and the more beautiful woman, who couldn't get him to react, and then he was forced to take drugs for temper, which was almost insane.

Finally, that night, he escaped.

The nightmare finally came to an end, and he knelt in the rain and cried, wandering freely in the night, finally gaining the freedom he had dreamed of.

At this moment, however, the nightmare comes again.

Li Qingshan taught him to deal with Night Meteor. He said that this man was unwilling to submit to me and only asked for one death. Whatever you do, kill him and take Nathan.

I have to say, the idea of the Night Traveler clan is pretty much the same. I think such a rare and good material should play his value before killing. Maybe it can help the Night Traveler create a few geniuses.

Li Qingshan took Shuro Yard and looked at it with excitement. "That night tourist is in a really good shape. This guy is really happy. Peony died in the flowers, and being a ghost is a breeze. He actually left tears behind. Hey, don't thank me! ”

The ghost shadow was not afraid to die, but was afraid to sink into such a nightmare, which was more cruel to him than any torture. With his powerful will, he realized his full potential and opened his lips:

“I will… swear! ”

“Was it touched by my sincerity? If you want to deal with a man, you still have to do it with beauty! ”

Li Qingshan summoned the ghost shadow to Shu Yu Yan, let the ghost shadow swear blood, smoothly obtained the third subordinate, quickly lifted the ghost shadow confinement, pat him on the shoulder:

“Hey, that felt good back there! I am a man of good will. If you do well, the greater good awaits you. There may not be a time when the blood vows will be lifted. ”

Before Li Qingshan finished speaking, the ghost shadow threw up.