Legend of the Great Saint

A round of lonely moon mirrors the wild mountains, and if hidden in the cloud power formed by the black red demon, it is also dyed into a gorilla red.

A giant rock magic array was erected on the desert mountain, and the rocks were engraved with a mysterious magic pattern. The forest rose in a circle, and there was a magic rush in the concentric circle, spreading into thick clouds in the air.

Looking down from the sky, the heads of the wild mountains fluttered, and the dense and numb demons, like ants, carried a pillar of stone to a designated position under the command of a demon. As a stone column rises, the rising magic becomes more intense, shielding the moon from the stars.

Though far more physically than mortals, such heavy labor still makes the demons complain that they are not hungry ghosts with those inferior corpses, but also have normal joy and sorrow.

Bang! A loud whip broke the void, a four-handed demon supervisor, waved the iron whip in his hand, beat him hard on a lazy demon head, climbing his brains cracked and rolled down the mountain.

“Who dares to lazy again, this is the end, keep doing it, don't stop!” The Demon Warden swept the iron whip and glanced down the hill, revealing a vicious smile.

The body of the lazy demon rolled all the way to the foot of the mountain, motionless, and after a moment, the “body" suddenly jumped up, crushing a large part of his head and rushing towards the thick forest.

A pair of red eyes lit up in the middle of the forest, squeaking! A dark shadow traveled between the tree crowns, chasing the runaway demons, hugging them down.

Turns out to be a bunch of wild monkeys, these monkeys, supposed to be ordinary animals, became fierce and abnormal, with monkey hair almost naked, revealing a muscularly knotted body with sharp claw teeth.

There was a long scream of the escaped demons in the forest.

The Demon Superintendent laughed a few more times, “Humph, a hundred miles around the demon cave, is affected by magic, not only the beast, even the trees are demonized, only with the strength of life, want to escape, but is delusional, the stronger the life force, the greater the suffering! ”

But when a demon would stare at me, the demon supervisor immediately converged his smile and his heart hated him: “The demon of the district is only a little stronger than me, but it is also a consumable, even if the magician is dead several people, see when you can get it! ”

After a long and straight ditch, I couldn't help but think of the resumption of the sword light I saw three days ago and fought a cold war in my heart.

In the deserted mountains, there are dozens of such trenches, a pillar of boulder is smoothly cut off, and the main task of the demons is to repair this boulder formation.

At the center of the boulder array, at the source of rolling magic, there is a huge and weird purple red meatball suspended, blue-muscular vascular tangles, hundreds of tentacles with raw spikes, floating quietly.

Around the perimeter, twelve magicians stood on twelve pillars, motionless, like a statue of a magnificent stone.

At first glance, they are almost identical to humans, but if you look closely, some of them have four or five eyes, some have a pair of flesh wings, and there are strange costumes of different colors. Only one man looked handsome, but once in a while he grinned his teeth out, and that smile was even more chilling.

When the moon was lonely, the demons were dried up in the heat of the sky, and the purple red meatballs suddenly trembled. Hundreds of tentacles stretched straight, as if they were probing something, which made a sense of vigilance.

“My Lord!” The magicians moved, as if the statue had turned alive and worshipped the purple red meatballs.

“Here comes the sword repair again. Quickly start the Twelve Dollar Demon Shadow Array and prepare for battle! ”

A round of invisible ideas spread from the purple red meatballs, the demons abandoned the work at hand, scattered, gathered towards the cave in the center of the boulder array, the demon supervisor waved the iron whip and beat several demons in front of them, making great strides forward.

Twelve stone columns under the feet of the Twelve Demons, bright magic light, and a stone column on the periphery lit up, blinking, all stone columns lit up, the whole wild mountain photographed a forest, the magic hidden into a majestic city.

“This time I don't know if I can survive, the sword repair is stronger than the average demon king, even the big bastard of Chisumi took a huge loss in the first confrontation, can only maintain his magical posture. Those big men's own ambitions let us fight for our lives. What a bunch of good men, damn it! ”

The Demon Superintendent muttered in his heart. Suddenly, a strange tsunami appeared on his ear, which had not yet been reflected. A sword dashed through the sky and whistled, killing into the castle of the twelve heavenly demons.

The sword is bright, the sword is fierce, the past, the magic is open, the stone pillars are broken.

When the demons were swept away by the aftermath of the sword, they broke bones and broke apart.

Wang Qiansu waved his tentacles wildly, punched past at the sword light, and at the same time emitted a round of invisible magic, trying to disturb the adversary's palm gods.

However, the sword cultivator sword unites, turning vertically between the tentacles, chopping off a tentacle, a sword heart is a thousand hammers, not affected in the slightest.

“Ye Shuang Hai, one day I will flatten your South Sea Sword Palace, kill all those close to you and let you watch them cry to death!” The roar of King Chisumi contained the clouds of the demons, and the demons were in a state of agitation.

It was the owner of the Sword Palace, Ye Qianhai, who was cold and unwilling to speak with the Chishuang Wang. However, less than a tea kung fu, he retreated and felt helpless. Though he seemed to have taken the upper hand, he could not take a fatal blow to King Chishu.

And influenced by these twelve magic arrays, it is harder to move forward than in the thick soil layer, and the power alone consumes so fast that it cannot be fought for long. After just a moment of kung fu, the division of the sea sword in his hand was covered with a layer of darkness, and he was tainted by the blood of the demon. It took a lot of effort to make it clear. If he left it like this, he would gradually turn into a demon soldier, which in turn would affect his sword heart.

Though he may choose to fight or organize more men to besiege him, if things go wrong, King Chisumi will return to the magic immediately, and there will be no pursuit at all, and the other demons will receive a message to intensify their attack, so this is doomed to a war of consumption.

All he can do at present is consume continuously, so that the demons can't stand on their heels until one day they can't afford this, but he knows very well that this hope is insignificant, and compared to previous demon invasions in history, it is now only a pioneer test, not even a real attack, let alone a total attack or a duel.

Thinking about this, I can't help but frown. What kind of situation will this Kyushu world fall into!

At this moment, my heart feels something, and I look back and a red meteor breaks through the sky!