Legend of the Great Saint

“But the flying locust king is sneaking around? ”

In the case of a locust plague in general, the impact is no more than a province. At most, only human beings will be victimized as a result. How could the Qingzhou Chu Mansion cease fighting for this purpose? Even the average demon king couldn't do that.

“Exactly, he somehow escaped from the Town Demon's Royal Highness, in connection with the time you entered the eighth floor of the Town Demon Palace with that one lamp brother. At that time, I didn't think it would be easy to let him go because of King Flying Locust's hatred of Tianlong Zen Court. ”

“So it turns out, but if he is strong, he is only the strength of one person. Can no one in Qingzhou cure him? ”

“You have no idea, his genius can incarnate countless, true and false, it is difficult to discern falsehood, Qingzhou various parties have carried out several joint hunting, no success, can only destroy a swarm of worms at most, but can not find his true place, after all, have suffered a great loss, very cautious. ”

“The 72 demon kings of the past years, indeed, had no weak hands, even though they were suppressed for thousands of years, they were no match for the average demon king. At the time, Tianlong Zen Court just suppressed him. It didn't seem like a good will, but there was nothing I could do about it! ”

“I also now know that so many demon kings in the world, Tianlong Zen Yard, are solely to suppress him. He leads hundreds of trillion worm herds, past, thousands of miles of red land, people and livestock have been devoured, hundreds of cities and towns are said to have been destroyed and tens of millions of people killed by worm mouths. ”

“So harsh!” Li Qingshan frowned greatly. Once the Great Demon King resolved to start killing, it was not a matter of eating people, but of slaughtering the country, which is more terrifying than natural disasters. If this situation cannot be contained as soon as possible, Qingzhou does not know how many people will die.

Moreover, according to Xiao 'an, those locusts are obviously not insects of ordinary significance, so that not only mortals, but even weaker gas refiners, cannot escape the fate of being devoured, so that the roots of Qingzhou practice are destroyed.

“Tianlong Zen Yard is probably calling us back. There may have been a message, but it was isolated by the Vietnam King.” Xiao An's eyes were glaring.

“Seems so. Don't you want to ask me if I want to go back?” Li Qingshan asked, at least nominally, they are also disciples of Tianlong Zen Court. Volcanic Mountain is 100,000 miles away from Tianlong Zen Yard. Even for practitioners, it is quite a long distance away. After the enemy, Tianlong Zen Yard cannot command him.

“If you want to go back, go back!” Xiao An smiled.

“Know me, Annie!” Li Qingshan laughed and took a sip in her face.

Today, Qingzhou is a great swirl. As soon as you step in, it is all sorts of problems.

Here, the Great Banyan Tree King is his friend, and Wutong Shenmu will protect him, while in Qingzhou, the Dragon King is the dead enemy, plus a flying locust king.

Here, in a complex capacity, he can go beyond the war, and the King of South Vietnam will not ask for anything. Returning to Qingzhou, whether it is his identity or Xiao 'an's identity, he will not be able to be alone.

But he must return, because there are promises that he has failed to fulfill, that he has failed to repay, that he has failed to keep his beloved loved ones.

He is not seeking strength to escape, if he is only alone in the empty mountains, what's the point even if he is stronger!

So he wanted to go back, and now he's not new to Misty State, confident that he's facing any dilemma, that any enemy has the power to fight.

“After holding it for so long, it's time to go out and take a walk. Instead, it's easy to get into bottlenecks. By the way, how's your practice going? ”

“I have completed the third lesson of Zhu Yanbai Road, but lack many resources. ”

“Little girl, you've got a plan in mind. Tell me about it.” Li Qingshan urged.

“Remember what I said about magic?” Xiao An smiled.

“Oh, I haven't asked. What's going on? ”

“The root cause of the magic disaster is still eating bone witch city...”

Xiao 'an has invaded the world of Kyushu many times by opening all avenues about the magic disaster. Although these avenues were closed after the war and the world itself had the ability to repair them, some of the larger avenues were difficult to repair and could only seal repression, known as “demonic land”.

“Bone-eating Witch City is such a place for demons?” Li Qingshan has long known Bone-eating Witch City through Wan Poison ancestors. It is a living Demon City. Bone-eating Witch King would do such a thing, it is perfectly normal.

“No, otherwise the Imperial Palace will not be so surprised. The Town Demon Palace we have visited is a real demonic place. It is safe for your master not to be guarded by angry monks for many years. However, not all demonic places are suppressed by large gates such as Tianlong Zen Yard. ”

“Even if there is, those monastic sects in Miaozhou are very willing to collaborate with the demons, and may have been more powerful." Li Qingshan was clear that these monastic repairs could do anything for as long as it had merit.

“Yes, there are extraordinary places of demons in the towns of Miaozhou. Now they are all magical, and the demons are here again. ”

“How could a Bone-Eating Witch King do this!” Li Qingshan was somewhat suspicious. After the Volcanic Battle, he understood that even the Great Brother was not invincible. The South Vietnamese King's Palace was not vegetarian. Can't it deal with a Bone-eating Witch King?

“Bone-eating Witch City was razed to the ground by the South Vietnamese King as early as a year ago. Bone-eating Witch King was seriously injured and fled into the magic, but from what I can see, he also acted as a guide, bringing the magic back to his attention, seeing the opportunity and invading again. In fact, as long as the demons make up their minds, even without those demonic towns and villages, they can open the way in. ”

“Turns out it's a leading party!” Li Qingshan couldn't help but recall the history of previous life. Heterogeneous invasion is often inseparable from civil unrest. The Great Summer Dynasty is the perfect place to unite the two communities of shemale, and the demonic invasion is meaningless.

Now the world is in turmoil. Humans, Inhumans and Demons are all contradictions and cannot be united at all.

If Qingzhou is all right, the Tibetan Sword Palace and Tianlong Zen Yard are such righteous sects, and there is the spirit of sacrifice and exorcism, but in the wilderness of Miaozhou, who will desperately resist the demons, I'm afraid the Road Party is a wave of waves.

“It seems that waiting for the opportunity to take off is not just the two kingdoms. Treating Jiuzhou as a chessboard is a lie, and no one can imagine all the variables on this board. I see what you mean. Since no one wants to be a hero, let's be! ”

Li Qingshan Ang looked out of the sky, "Zhu Yan Bai Bone Road" is destined to be based on massive massacres, but do not say that he does not like to kill innocent people. Even if he doesn't care at all, from a rational point of view, indiscriminate massacres will inevitably be excluded by the whole world and eventually fall into a four-way Chu Song situation. And these invading demons are the best enemies.

With a blast, pull out the tiger's teeth until the dome.

“My knife is thirsty! ”

……

A few days later, a hundred miles north of the volcano.

Between the volcanoes, in a flowing lava flame, there is a tiny tiny piece of Tingzhou, a small flower flowering from the rocks of fire, and at first glance like a dandelion, but bright red as a flame.

On both sides of the Lava River, two witches held their blades and confronted each other. One is a strong man like a tower, with a fiery red hair. One is a skinny, black charcoal-like man with a flaming pattern on his body and a greedy gaze at that saffron on Tinzhou.

“Nigger, this is the Wildling King's land. Do you really want to fight me?” The strong man lowered his voice, as if something terrible would be spooked by a louder voice.

“Son of a bitch, you have the blood of a burner. Don't you know the Wildlings hate burners? If it startles him and punches you into meat sauce, this flannel won't come with me! ”

The 800-mile volcano is a special blessing that breeds many rare treasures not found outside, one of which is the flannel flower. It's just that people swallowed fires in the first place, and outsiders couldn't even get close. Since the annihilation of the burning people, the wildlings king took possession of the Volcanic Mountain Master's Peak and shut it down, before some daring witches and monks approached here to dig up some firestones or something.

Mo said that Li Qingshan did not know anything about this in the phoenix nest. Even if he did, he would not care about it. These “rare treasures” are of no use to him.

After a long time, bold people gradually become more and try to get closer to the depths of the volcano. After all, the closer you get to the main peak of the volcano, the more good things you get, the more expensive and risky you seek. Neither the witch nor the magic repair lack the courage in this regard. And where there are interests, there are fights, and today's scene, 800 miles of volcanoes, has already happened many times.

The two men were afraid of each other, but no one would give up. When the war started, a childish voice burst out: “What are you two bastards doing in my house!? ”

A child dressed in a colorful feather coat, like a pink carved jade, jumped from the lava and swept away the eyes of wisdom, and seemed to understand the reason, angry: “Pick my flowers, believe me, I spit you to death? ”

Strong men and niggers alike, their faces sink, they all had a heavenly fix - or dare not go deep into the volcano - in their respective tribes and sects are also strong people, the audience is awed, suddenly scolded, the mood is naturally known.

“Where did the bastards come from, dare to behave in front of my fiery honored ones, are you tired of living?” Strong man drinks, all muscled up, but his heart is spinning rapidly. "This is obviously the land of the Caveman King. Never heard of such a child, and when he was a little boy, his breath was so big. He also said that this is his home. Could it be the flower essence of many flannel flowers? ”

That makes sense. It's a bluff!

Although the ritual doesn't look very old, I'm afraid it's only a short time before a 2-3 year old is born. Most importantly, under the teachings of a trout tree, the child did not emit any powerful breath, and the vulgar words and actions counteracted his innate exotic virtue.

Kids don't give a shit, their hands just sit back, their chests up, their heads slightly back up, their mouths making a "--” sound, and then —— whoa!