Legend of the Great Saint

“The king is quite a reckoner. ”

Yin Qingshan looked deeply at Li Qingshan. Although he was in his 30s, he still looked like he was only in his early 20s. His temperament was like that of a mountain, unshakable, his eyes were deep and distant, and he could not be measured.

However, it was not a steady flavor, and sometimes a naive smile appeared on his face, saying things that did not correspond to his status as a wildling king, so much so that he became more comfortable with him, and even thought he was kind and peaceful. But when it comes to something specific, it's something else.

His plan, undoubtedly, was to maximize the role of the Bone-eating Witch. Only a relatively balanced battle would be most intense, providing the most strength for the Shura field, and that group of Ashuros were also victims, including her, in the plan.

In fact, Li Qingshan is only a decision-maker. Specific matters are left to Xiao 'an to work out. This meticulous planning is not really his specialty. But Xiao 'an's plot is his plot. He did it and did it. There is nothing to deny.

So he laughed, "It wasn't for you at first. Whatever the calculation, I always stood up for you, and it wouldn't put your life in danger. ”

While vengeance is heavy, he never forgets what others have done to him.

Yin Qingqing looked at his sincere smile, his heart was warm, “Thank the king, for now, I don't want to go back to Shu Luo Dao. ”

“It's not up to you now. You're my man now. If one day he returns to Shiloh Dao, he will surely march under my banner.” Li Qingshan's big hand waved.

“I hope so, too. ”

In the talking room, the battlefield formed by Ashuro had been killed, and the breath had merged with each other, as if the steel knife had been inserted into the cream, where blood had splattered, the limbs had flew apart, and the bone-eating witches had been crushed. Even though the chiefs of the tribes who survived the holocaust could hardly bear the brunt of the holocaust, one face was killed and his body was torn apart.

Ashuroes slaughtered back and forth, bewildered. Let the battlefield get stronger again.

If it were a normal military confrontation, the Bone-Eating Witches would still collapse, yet in this Shura Yard, everyone's wars were fuelled to the extreme, such as insanity. Instead, Ashuro was led by the breath of the Ashuros, who hurled at them at all costs.

Li Qingshan's heart pronounced a move, and thousands of bone-eating witches were thrown into Shuro Yard, including three tribal leaders who survived the heavenly robbery, and a great wizard who knew the magic, finally stopped Ashuro's defense.

Despite all their advantages, Ashuros was outnumbered, and fell into the sea of the crowd. He gradually showed fatigue. Once he wanted to break through, Li Qingshan was close to 20,000 bone-eating witches. He stopped them on several occasions, fell back into the surroundings, and began to suffer damage and death in action.

The more desperate, however, the more intense and pure Ashuro's intentions are, the more he kills like a wolf cigarette and rushes straight into the sky. The blood vortex is spinning faster.

The original plan of Xiaoan was to consume all these Ashuros here and sacrifice them to the Shura farm through the Battle of Death. But seeing this situation, Li Qingshan was somewhat intolerant and willing to let them live.

“They won't die.” Yin Qing has been observing the color of Li Qingshan, as he said.

“Hmm?” Li Qingshan turned his head.

“Since you don't need them to fight, let them go back. Every Ashuro has to go through countless wars, death, resurrection to reach its peak. They have no enemies here for a long time. The war spirit is inevitable. This is far more than physical damage. Once the war spirit is exhausted, it really dies. If you leave them here, you will harm them instead. Instead, let them return to the Way of Shura with a sense of war.” Yin Qingdao.

Li Qingshan slightly bowed his head and threw 20,000 bone-eating witches into the battlefield, like a giant meat grinder, extinguishing all life. Nearly 100,000 Bone-Eating Witches were captured from all over Miaozhou, larger than the handwriting they had when they first celebrated the cultivation of Shura Yard.

Many of the Bone-eating Witches who died here will probably be reincarnated into Ashuro!

“Aren't you afraid of fighting?” Li Qingshan asked Yin Qingdao.

“Don Ashuro is handsome, can they little ones compare, a little break is nothing. Besides, just to stall the poisonous old man, make up for all the slack these days, and want to follow you, even if it's not easy to get rid of. ”

“will come from having a better fight waiting for you.” Li Qingshan laughed and thought to himself: “When this cultivation is complete, we will probably be able to get a little sleepy three times a day. ”

It is not necessary to trap the existence of the three heavenly robberies here. It is impossible to do so. With only a few blocks to their escape, Shura Field can become an endless duelling ground.

A moment later, the last Ashuro would die in battle, and he would also pull a skeleton leader back. The earth bleeds into rivers and penetrates deep into the earth, and steps up to it like a bloody swamp.

And the blood gas continued to penetrate downward until the core of the Shura field, the blood scattered between the heavens and the earth, more in tune with the will of the Shura Path, but no Ashura fell.

This is the conscious manipulation of Li Qingshan. With the continuous strengthening of Shuro Yard, it is possible to shield the ordinary Ashuro, saving power and waiting for the appearance of Ashuro Handsome.

Li Qingshan threw all the bone-eating witches into the battlefield. Only six bone-eating witches, two of whom were witch blessings, were suppressed. It also took some effort to capture them alive, and now they're all suppressed, just waiting for the Ashuro, who can match them.

After a while, Li Qingshan suddenly said: “Finally. ”

Deep in the bloody vortex, a fierce kill swept across the battlefield, a bloody meteor descended from the sky and hit the ground hard.

With a loud bang, a wave of earth pushed around, hundreds of Bone-eating Witches were directly killed and thousands of Bone-eating Witches were blown away.

In the huge deep pit formed by the impact, a bald man with a bright face jumped out and was, of course, an Ashuro handsome.

However, Li Qingshan was disappointed that the soldier blade in his hand was a huge wolf tooth stick, and a dark layer of blood floated. At first glance, it looked like a large stick gavel with uneven surface. A wolf tooth was also of different sizes, and a sparse, sparse and frivolous bulge, but there was an unspeakable and brutal atmosphere.

Li Qingshan nodded herself, but this weapon suits his aesthetics very well. Yin Qingqing: “It's time for the play. ”

If Ashuro feels anything, he looks up into the snow mountains, but it's empty.

Yin Qing has fallen into the void. Li Qingshan also withdrew from Shuro Yard. After a slight hesitation, he threw all six bone-eating witches into Shuro Yard.