Legend of the Great Saint

“How is the king feeling?” Yin Qingqing smiled.

“I'm in a good mood, but my luck is always too good!” Li Qingshan glanced at Yin Qingqing, her eyes filled with laughter, lightening her body and killing her, but she was becoming more and more feminine.

“It is not a coincidence that Ashuro is usually as handsome as iron, reluctant to leave Shu Luo Dao. Only the guy with this heavy blade will react and be sucked into Shu Luo Yard. Even if it's not a wolf's tooth stick, it's a hammer or something. By the time the power of Shura Field becomes stronger, there will be others, but assassins like me, don't even think about it. ”

Yin Qing straightened his back and appeared to be not only an assassin, but also an arrogant figure, without any shyness.

“So this is my luck...” Li Qingshan smiled, felt the eyes of Xiao 'an beside him, coughed twice, and converged: “Strange, the Bone-eating Witch King should have received the news, why not come to avenge the people? Is it shutting down? ”

This battle almost wiped out the Bone-eating Witch tribe in Misty State, 100,000 Bone-eating Witches were killed, there was no way to block the news, ordered the Ten Hole Master to act in secret, and also to win the time to sacrifice Shuroyard. Now another month has passed, and it is long overdue for things to spread.

Ten cave owners traveled almost all over Misty State, turning into hundreds of Bone-eating tribes. It is impossible to think that no trace can be revealed at all. Bone-eating Witch King can easily find the Caveman Mountain by touching the melon with a little investigation.

Li Qingshan is also ready to wait for the King of Bone-eating Witches to attack Mount Wildlings, use the magic array to consume his power, and then burst out his hand to trap him in Shuro Yard, then cooperate with Wan Poison ancestors, Xiao 'an, Yin Qing, surround him, and then take down Bone-eating Witch City.

After all this, Shura will become stronger, beneficial to his practice of "Tiger Demon Transformation”, and likely to break through the Tiger Demon Five in a fierce battle. The plan is not to say that it is seamless, but it is also a loop, and so far, there has been no news, which is strange.

"'It's okay,' said Xiao 'an. 'If he doesn't come, we'll lure him here. ”

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In eastern Mizuzhou, a magnificent and magnificent city, climbing mountain tigers in tall, low and misplaced stone buildings exhibit different colors as the seasons change. Though not as sophisticated as Chenghe Prefecture, it doesn't have any flavors.

Spiritual in the city, on the mountain of the wildlings, is a rare blessing. In the heart of the city, on a high mountain post, situated in a temple with a revitalized atmosphere, is the core of this blessing, more than the Eight Wilderness Halls of Mountain. Hundreds of thousands of trees outside the city have been cut off, and the gas has been expelled, opening up into fluctuating fields, full of vitality.

When the sun set west, a long horn sounded in the temple, the farmers returned to the city in groups, and the sunset stained the city fields into a bright red, and the temple appeared more and more noble and peaceful.

As a farmer walked through the gates, he looked upstairs at the gates, and the ancient font depicted four large words - the City of Bones.

A million people in the city, only one percent of them are bone-eating witches, the rest are mortals, or "vegetarians.”

Men are driven to farm day after day because of the richness of the land, the abundance of food, the strong personality and the fact that infants with frail disabilities are born to become food, although only the higher-ranking bone-eating witches are eligible for it. Bone-eating wizards in general can only eat once men are physically weakened and incapable of working.

And women don't have to farm, they only work one, and that's fertility, one fertility after another, until they lose their fertility, and they become food.

In this way, the breeding of such a generation, a few fortunate people will be cultivated as bone-eating witches, and most of the others are so-called "vegetarians," producing more bone-eating witches or vegetarians.

This is a sanctuary for bone-eating witches, who do not have to hunt hard to fight against the witches of all sides to get enough food. But even with millions of people, raising one percent of bone-eating witches is the ultimate. The number of vegetarians, in turn, is constrained by the size of the land and is unlikely to expand.

So every few years, a group of bone-eating witches are banished, turned into a bone-eating tribe, scattered throughout Misty State, and in these tribes, if they achieve a certain modification, or show excellent talent, they also have the opportunity to return to the bone-eating city, and the pilgrims continue to interpret.

Recently, however, the pilgrims suddenly disappeared, there was much talk in the city, and the King of Bone-eating Witches sent people out to investigate, and no results had yet been obtained.

“Who the hell is that? How dare you kill my people? ”

The angry voice sounded in the Eating Temple, breaking the tranquillity of dusk and spreading throughout the city, whether bone-eating witches or mortals, lay on their knees in the direction of the temple, like cicadas, the noisy city suddenly calmed down.

At the top of the Cannibal Temple is a stone wall about a hundred feet tall, painted with a lifelike pocketful totem overlooking the city.

In front of the totem stone wall, a middle-aged man stood on a tall step, waving the black scepter in his hand, his face full of rage. He wore a robe with a black base and dark red trim, and looked like a majestic king.

Yet the unicorn of his forehead, the wings behind him, and the horror that swept straight into the sky, all made his identity visible - the King of Bone-Eating Witches.

“Witch King, according to the divination results, the enemy comes from the South. ”

The great wizard wished to stand under the steps, with a sharp and mute voice on her back. She looked like an old man with a wrinkly figure, only as tall as a 10-year-old, wearing a black feather crown on her head and a colorful robe.

“Nanjiang? Is it a panacea?” The dark red wings behind the Bone-Eating Witch King waved angrily.

“No, the Witch King, not the Vampires, was the Cavemen of Mount Wildlings.” The Great Witch congratulates.

“Mount Wildlings? Why would they do that? ”

The Bone-eating Witch King frowned and remembered what a place it was. Mount Wildlings was only a second-rate force in Misty State, a bunch of people. If it was just to destroy several Bone-eating tribes, it was nothing. He didn't really care about the dead and alive of the Bone-eating tribes outside. Yet the nature of such an extinction is quite different. How can they be so bold if they want to have a death vengeance?

Normally, the weak tribes are just fine. How could those powerful tribes, with the bone eating chiefs or bone eating witches of the second day of robbery sit in town and take advantage of the land, be so simply defeated?

“Caveman Mountain is no longer the Caveman Mountain of the past. It is now occupied by a white eagle named Li Qingshan. With the blood oath, he controlled ten magic cultivation as the Ten Hole Master, calling himself the Caveman King, and fought against the Bantoxin Church.” The Great Witch congratulates.

“Wildling King! How could he be Lord White Eagle after three days of robbery? ”

Bone-eating Witch City is tens of thousands of miles from Nanjiang. Bone-eating Witch King has been practicing in the city. Little is known about Li Qingshan.

“No, he had only two days to fix the robbery, but he was strong, even the Wan Toxin Church suffered a huge loss, Manmen disciples died 7788, the Wan Toxin ancestors couldn't help him, as to why he did it, he did not know.” The Great Witch wishes for a little apprehension in her eyes.

“Mount Wildlings? Good, Li Qingshan, good! I'm going to make them pay to be a vegetarian for life in Chengli, cut him a piece of meat every day, and I'm sure it will help me fix it to the next level! ”

Bone-eating Witch King's mouth is filled with sharp fangs. His wings flashed open and the wind swept all over him. He had to fly 10,000 miles to catch Li Qingshan and others to come back for a drink.

This is not frivolous, but stems from the confidence of the Wizard King, as long as he understands where the enemy is, he has no rivals at the same level, he has no genius, he has no pharaoh, he is a turkey dog. He just didn't know that Venomous Ancestors went to attack Mount Wildlings with such confidence.

“Witch King, please wait, Li Qingshan's master gate is Tianlong Zen Court in Qingzhou, the master is a monk king, with him is also a woman, also a disciple of Tianlong Zen Court. ”

“Hmm, Tianlong Zen Yard! How dare they come to Misty State? Don't you think I'd be scared? ”

Qingzhou three major gates are strong, Bone-eating Witch King has long heard of fame. The four major Vajra names of Tianlong Zen Court shook the world, but due to the hostile relationship between the two states, there is no need to worry too much.

That's what Venomous Ancestors thought.

The great wizard dared not to say that all the poisonous ancestors had suffered such a great loss and had not struck down the Caveman Mountain. “Before the war, it should be sacrificed to the great god of poverty and divination. ”

With this interruption, the anger of the Bone-eating Witch King calmed down a lot. I feel that the words of the Great Witch are not unreasonable. This matter is strange. Otherwise, it is inconceivable to hold the position of each Bone-eating tribe alone.

Bone-eating tribes are large and small and do not operate in one place for generations, as is the case with ordinary tribes, but have to move frequently in search of more “food”.

A white eagle leader from Qingzhou can't help but grasp the position of every bone feeding tribe and strike him with a thunderbolt.

And the big question is, what exactly is he doing this for? What good or reliance does he have in order to dare be so unscrupulous?

If looking for 100,000 mortals for the sake of refinery is not much simpler, bone eating witch people weigh heavily on the refinery. Except for the few who have survived the heavenly robbery, the soul of bone eating witch people is not much stronger than mortals.

Is there a deeper conspiracy? Now the world is becoming more and more volatile. At this time, the genius disciples of the two Tianlong Zen Court, who do not practise honestly in Qingzhou, but take great risks to come to Nanjiang, why exactly?

Calm down and think like this, it's really creepy and inadvertent.

“Well, it's up to you, I must avenge this revenge!” Bone-eating Witch Wang Dao is not a matter of temper, but a king with the dignity of a king.

“Yes, Witch King, I'm on my way! ”