Legend of the Great Saint

“He is at least the master of my three holes, and I have promised you so many night travelers, so leave him to continue serving me, believing that there will be a time when the blood vows will be lifted and he will be returned free. ”

The most fundamental conflict was resolved, Li Qingshan's attitude eased and said with a smile.

“Everything else is fine today, but this bitch, I have to take it away!” Night Midnight Road.

Li Qingshan looked at the ghost shadow and wondered how he had sinned so deeply after the shadow. “I'm afraid it's hard to follow orders. If even one of my subordinates can't keep it, what else does it taste like to be a wildling king? ”

The ghost shadow cast a grateful look at Li Qingshan. To some extent, his goal, like the night tassel, was to survive three days of robbery before returning to the Shadow Palace.

At night, the central government gradually raised her eyebrows. The murderous anger began to diffuse. Li Qingshan looked back at her on his side. The smile did not change, but did not mean anything soft. The atmosphere just subsided and the time became tense again.

The presence of the ghost shadow is not particularly important to the Banyan king to sigh in his heart. If it is just for a face, he will fall into confrontation.

“Master Shadow, will you listen to me on this?” The nocturnal tassel socket gave Li Qingshan another look, and kept them together again. We had to have an exit angle again.

“Okay, I'll listen to what you have to say before I take this bitch with me.” Night Midnight Road.

A round of bending moons quietly sank into the western mountains, and dawn light emerged from the east.

The ghost shadow followed Li Qingshan in a tense mood, but eventually, after the shadow did not reappear, he took a long sigh of relief and settled down.

Night tassel knee sat under the banyan tree, the opposite position was empty, the night had left Caveman Mountain quietly, she was still pondering, long silent, the person in front of him shook, Li Qingshan sat in front of him, laughing:

“Well, how was the conversation? ”

The night tassel turned softly and suddenly revealed a very moving smile, "Thank you! ”

Li Qingshan stood up and looked east. “The road ahead is still long! ”

In cardinal teachings, hundreds of high, low and false fire pots, burning a spectacular fire, picturing the palace as a miserable green. The cardinal ancestors sat on the throne, feeling some restlessness in their hearts, so they rose and wandered around the palace and thought, “What is missing? Even though I dare not slack behind the shadows, not to mention a kid in a district who was robbed twice a day, it must be a dead end! ”

At this time, the flames were not automatic, the ascent swayed up, the poisonous ancestors moved in their hearts and turned back suddenly. There was only one more thing on the throne. It was he who rewarded them, the treasure of the Ten Thousand Poisons Church.

His face changed and the shadow gave up the assassination!

“Why? Why!” He waved his arms, shouted loudly, his wide sleeves flying, and his spectacular flames burned.

However, there was no answer, only his voice, echoing constantly in the palace.

He had no idea that the Banyan King would support a “human being" for free, helping him to preside over the Falun Front and mediate disputes. Li Qingshan is more comfortable in Miaozhou than in Qingzhou.

Soon after, the war spread across the South China River and even Misty State.

Vanguardism is also a very famous gateway in Miaozhou. It was actually annihilated by Wang Li Qingshan, the wildlings. All of us find it incredible.

After listening to the report of Luanzhu, the South Vietnamese king also gave a surprised expression, twisting the chess pieces and forgetting to fall, said to the king of the great Banyan tree opposite the chessboard: “Daoyou will look at this child differently, it is not for no reason, but instead call my heart killing more and more. ”

“Let peace be the most expensive!” King Banyan laughed.

The sword eyebrows of the South Vietnamese King were picked, and his eyes were even deeper. The attitude of the Great Banyan Tree King was clearer than the last time. The last time he said, "We have a good fortune, we can't even talk about shadow shelter”, even now the meaning of asylum is very strong, it is worth thinking about.

It has to be said that when King Banyan promised to preside over the Caveman's Mountain, and worked hard to reconcile himself with him, he was no longer absolutely neutral, even though wisdom, like his, could not be free of love, abomination and proximity. Others looked at Li Qingshan. He only considered him a genius disciple of Tianlong Zen Court. However, in his view, he was a Gestachi genius rarely seen by demons for thousands of years or even 10,000 years, and had an opportunity with him.

“No wonder this Li Qingshan dared to come to Nanjiang as a ruler," said the South Vietnamese king with a smile on his face. "Nobody dared to hurt him with a sweat. ”

“Life and death are life and death, rich in heaven. ”

King Banyan showed his attitude, and if the South Vietnamese King was truly determined to eradicate Li Qingshan, he would not forcibly stop it, which was the responsibility of the “Daoyou”.

“Aren't we going to change our lives against the sky?” South Vietnamese Wang Dao.

King Banyan laughed and didn't answer.

……

“Li Qingshan, dare you come out and fight me! ”

Above Mount Wildlings, poisonous ancestors ride the clouds of poison, sounding like thunderbolts, without hiding their inner rage.

“Poisonous old man, how dare you come to Caveman Mountain to flourish without fear that I will exterminate your poison?” Li Qingshan stood at the top of the mountain and smiled.

“Dare or dare not, just one word!” Ancestral ways of poisoning.

“What if I say no?” Li Qingshan laid idly.

“Then remove the name Wildling King because you don't deserve it!” Ancestral ways of poisoning.

“Invisible people have said this to me. Ha, I deserve it or not. Is it up to you, the old man, to decide. If you want me out, I can't get out.” Li Qingshan Road.

“Good, good, good. Don't come out forever. I'll see how long you can hide!” The poisonous old zodiac trident refers to Caveman Mountain and says with impatience. He was really pissed off this time. He should show Li Qingshan some colour even if he uses this stupid method.

“You can stay as long as you like. I practise in the cave and I'm not happy anymore!” Li Qingshan Road.

Ancestor Wan Poison snorted coldly and sat on top of the clouds, determined to go with Li Qingshan.

“If he stays out of Wildlings Mountain, the hole-owners who let him go won't be able to come back to work.” Xiao Andao.

“You keep them outside for a while. I was angry with the old man, naturally I wouldn't be hiding from him all the time, just borrowing him to practice my hand.” Li Qingshan wiped his hands and jumped to try.

Though practitioners live much longer than mortals, the concept of time is not as clear as mortals, the higher the cultivation, the more a month passes.

All poisoned ancestors had no intention of leaving, as if immersed in the practice, but always separated a mind to pay attention to the wildlings mountain below. Once Li Qingshan left the Falun Front, he could never escape his perception.

Mo said that even a month, even a year, even a decade, he took up, nothing more than to influence some practice, but to reach his realm, it is difficult to improve the cultivation, plus resentment and anger, even in the Vanguard, not much faster, have been pressed over the mountain of wildlings, on the contrary, I feel that the mood is smoother, counting inside and outside, but there is no loss.