Legend of the Great Saint

Second floor... fifth floor... tenth floor...

Li Qingshan climbed all the way to meet all kinds of strange enemies, all from his fantasies, and became stronger and stronger. After reaching the 13th floor, he could not win any more easily. However, he did not care, and put out his magical power, the more the Vietnam War, the more he enjoyed it.

Xiao 'an plundered for him beside him, expressing a deep concern in his eyes, "I hope… it's not what you think. ”

……

A loud bang broke the steel monster into pieces, leading to the upper gate.

“Ann, how many floors are there? ”

Li Qingshan gasped and his wounds slowly healed. The stronger the enemy, he also began to feel tired.

“Ninety-ninth floor, but at the same altitude, it's the top floor.” Little quiet way.

“Really? I was just picking it up! Is this game actually called a man on a hundred floors? Let's go!” Li Qingshan laughed and flew all the way to the 100th floor of the mirage.

In the quiet palace, a long curtain of colour draped down, the wind poured in through the open doors on all sides, the curtain fluttered with the wind, various colors interwoven, crossed Li Qingshan's face, and smelled a faint scent. The incense furnace was swallowing green smoke, but even the wind could not disperse, the fog wrapped around the palace.

Li Qingshan ordered Xiaoan to be “careful” and wary of walking towards the center of the palace.

Xiao An looked at his back and frowned slightly. The mirage goes deep into the clouds, there's no height to calculate, and it's still a fantasy.

Li Qingshan soon saw a figure dressed in colorful colors, turned his back on them and poured himself a drink.

“Do you dare ask if your friend is the Mirage King?” Li Qingshan made a gift and asked.

“Exactly, two dignitaries, please join us! I've been waiting a long time.” Mirage's colorful sleeve waved and his head didn't go back, and he didn't seem dissatisfied with Li Qingshan's “Daoyou”.

Li Qingshan took some caution and walked around from the mirage king. A beautiful face like a dream appeared in front of him. "It's a woman! ”

But because he was in an illusion, he didn't dare to believe that seeing things was true or false, so he sat down in front of the Mirage King. Xiao An stood beside him and gauged the legendary Mirage King.

Without waiting for Li Qingshan to say anything, Mirage Wang said: "You said you needed my help, but for the poisonous old monster?” The look deliberately glanced at Xiao An.

“Well, only a friend can do it.” Li Qingshan archway.

“Yes!” Mirage smiled, stood up and walked to Li Qingshan, reaching for his head and grabbing it.

Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows, tightened all over his body and held his fist tight, as if he were a tiger awaiting momentum.

Xiao 'an suddenly pressed his shoulder. Li Qingshan was slightly surprised. Out of trust in her, and the tortoise did not warn her, she sat still.

Mirage's hand gently penetrated Li Qingshan's forehead, as if to penetrate a pool of water, swung a round of colorful ripples, spinning even to capture a jade green yuan baby.

Former babies, like babies, are closing their eyes and falling asleep without any resistance.

Li Qingshan touched his undamaged forehead and could not help but show surprise. This technique was simply fantastic. Even King Banyan felt the tricky things were solved by her so easily.

“Just specialize in the arts.” The Mirage King seemed to be able to read Li Qingshan's mind with a smile.

She sat down again and raised the barrel to pay a farewell tribute to him.

“Thank you, Taoist.” Li Qingshan was delighted and was about to drink up.

“Qingshan.” Xiao 'an pressed his shoulder again, and now he is not allowed to drink after not letting him do so.

Li Qingshan looked at Xiao 'an with surprise. Xiao 'an offered a gift to Mirage King: “Thank you for your hospitality. We have important business to attend to. It is time to retire. ”

“Always drink?” The Mirage King plays with the original infants of the Poisonous Ancestors, and his smile is uncertain.

“Ha ha, there will be opportunities in the future, but we really have an urgent situation. Thank you, Daoist, let's take a step first...”

Li Qingshan also felt wrong. Stand up. At this time, the tortoise was sending a strong warning sign. However, without waiting for him to react, he felt dizzy and glanced at the incense stove around him. "Toxic in the smoke! ”

But it shouldn't, even the poison of the Ancestors can't kill him, let alone smoke some cigarettes.

He swayed and sat down again, lying on his seat, snoring and sleeping.

“But it doesn't matter if you don't drink.” Mirage slowly tasted the wine, his face suddenly blurred, like a thick layer of fur glass, even his voice fluttered, unable to distinguish between men, women and children.

Only eyes remain clear, with colors swirling in, like a kaleidoscope, staring at Xiao An.

“What do you want to do?” Xiao An stood in front of Li Qingshan with a sword, completely unaffected by smoking.

“You're really weird! Oh, what am I gonna do, can't you guess? In such a dangerous place as the Phantom Sea, no one can come and go freely, even he does not believe that things will be so simple, always with vigilance, nature cannot really be that simple. I'm said to have created this illusion to prey on practitioners!” Mirage licked his lips.

'Cause he's got this idea? ”

Xiao 'an's most worrying thing finally happened.

The problem with the Wan Poison Ancestral Yuan Baby was solved so simply because of the month-long indoctrination of King Banyan, which convinced Li Qingshan that Mirage would help him.

However, knowing the true face of the Fantasy Sea and the ominous consequences of divination, he was allowed to implicitly guard against and hide hostility, which grew after nearly a hundred stories of fighting.

If placed in the real world, this mindset is nothing at all. Even between parents, brothers, friends and wives, hostility often arises. As long as it does not erupt, nothing will happen. However, this is a mirage reflecting the illusion of the human heart, which is too powerful and weird.

“You haven't heard a word called fantasy.” Mirage King laughed.

“He does not regard you as an enemy.” Xiao 'an dared not make his own assumptions to Li Qingshan Road, he was afraid that he would become more hostile, then the trip would be even more dangerous.

“Otherwise he's dead.” Mirage's slow path.

Those practitioners buried in the Phantom Sea believed in the mainstream view and made Phantom Mirage an enemy. Fighting the demon king, the culmination of three days of robbery, in fantasy, naturally comes to light.

“What do you want?” Xiao An knew that the battle was useless, so he put away his sword and let Li Qingshan lay flat on his back with his head resting on her leg.

“Ask him to get some sleep and have a 'good’ dream. If you can't wake up, don't blame me. It's his own dream. ”