Legend of the Great Saint

Dark at night, the swamp is bright, and a brilliant silver light breaks through the sky.

“Silver Dragon King" put out the offensive posture, the firepower was fully open, as if it were truly an angry dragon, roaring and tearing through the intense demonic atmosphere.

However, the magic gushing out of the thirteen demons is too intense. The cloud always blocks the sky, and the huge body of the twelve demons will soon recover, even if part of it is crushed.

The South Vietnamese King stood in front of the starboard window with a slightly heavier face, this big battle was more difficult than he thought, and as if there was a mastermind behind the scenes, every time the "Silver Dragon King” offense disappeared, the damage would be minimized. If this continues, the Silver Dragon King will not be able to support it first.

Turning to King Banyan, he said: "Taoist, there seems to be something about this world. I'm afraid this magic disaster will not end so easily. ”

The Great Banyan Tree King knows the way of formation, and feels more deeply about the terror of the “behind the scenes" than the South Vietnamese King. These twelve are not running smoothly. On the contrary, there is a sense of stagnation. Obviously, they are also subject to the laws of heaven and earth. However, the operation is incredible. It seems to completely see through the "Silver Dragon King" offense, and can be turned around by random dialing.

"I hope it's not what I thought it would be," he said. ”

“What did Daoist see?” South Vietnamese Wang Dao.

“One of these twelve demons has never been attacked.” When King Banyan saw the battle, he thought it was serious, but he didn't expect it to be serious.

“Poor!” The King of South Vietnam was stunned when he thought about it. "Impossible! A Bone-eating Witch King in the district, with such a big face? ”

Bone-eating wizards are ancestral gods of poverty, which is well known to all, but just as the firemen worship the fire gods to bless, there are many ancient names in Nanjiang. These superior gods exist in the higher world, rarely respond to the believers, and their names can only be passed down in the wilderness.

In the eyes of mortals, the presence of practitioners is close to the divine Buddhist devil, especially the great priests of the three heavenly robberies, even higher and untouchable.

Yet the Vietnamese King knew that they were only kings among the practitioners, and that their distance from the fairy Buddhist devils was no closer than that of mortals and archbishops, and that the journey was very, very long.

No archbishop would pay attention to the struggle of mortals, because it was not worth it at all, and there was no point in it. That's why the South Vietnamese King can't believe that Poor Chi would get into Kyushu. Just as for him, the slaughter of a city or two in Qingzhou would not bring him any closer to victory, there were more and more important things to deal with.

“I wish I had guessed wrong, but the size of this great battle is by no means capable of functioning, let alone remotely manipulating, isolating a world and subject to the laws of heaven and earth, which even demon emperors may not necessarily be able to do. ”

The banyan bonsai plants on the table swayed branches, hallucinating into an old man, the inky green hair beard tangled together, almost covered his face, and stepped to the side of the South Vietnamese King, a pair of deep green eyes, full of worry.

The South Vietnamese king was silent first, then shook his head and smiled. “If that's the case, then all the plotting is meaningless, so to speak, people are better than God! ”

Nor are the laws of heaven and earth absolute. Poor people are determined and willing to pay the price to transform this world into magic. There are some legendary beings who can walk freely across the world, even ignoring the laws of heaven and earth.

“If it was another demon, I could tell it wasn't, but this one was famous for nothing.” King Banyan laughed.

The adult will not be able to squat on the ground and burn the ants, but the child cannot say for sure, a child with divine power, if that powerful curiosity is still retained, then no one can guess what he will do.

The two kings who stood at the peak of Miaozhou were all frowned upon with unpredictable anxiety.

At this time, a bright sword came from the southern sky.

“Master Ye is here, it looks like it's still on my side, hurry up.” The King of South Vietnam showed his face.

“Looks like His Majesty the King of Vietnam already wants to drive.” King Banyan laughed.

“The sky has fallen and there is a tall one, it is not our turn to worry about this matter, if it really comes to this point, you and I will be a great Demon King, unlike those in the north. ”

The Easy Way of the King of South Vietnam, Miaozhou is mostly a monk monk monk, from the monk to the demon is just one word short. Many so-called Orthodox monks can only survive. For example, Tianlong Zen House will never be able to compromise. Then his national hatred can be easily rewarded, at least as a blessing depends on it.

“That makes sense, demons, demons, are all the way.” The Banyan King laughed, but in his deep, dark green eyes, there was an indelible worry.

One side of the world has the law of one side, and those who follow it will die, while the Ghost Way will take in only the dead, and the Shiloh Way will be the home of the warriors. If Kyushu were to be transformed into a magic domain, it would surely be a world of good and evil upside down. If it did not conform to change, it would be eliminated, but if it conformed to change, it would distort its own will.

On the other hand, one side of soil and water conservation, born and raised in this world, has long been deeply branded, trying to change where is so easy, accidentally fires into demons, even if a life is retained, the path of cultivation is cut off.

So no one can stay out of this kind of world war, the South Vietnamese King is just easy to say, otherwise he would have colluded with the magic magic, turning Misty State into the home camp of the magic invasion, how can Qingzhou stop with dozens more demon king help.

And if he did, the more his royal palace would soon fall apart, even if his guests were more monk monks, doing evil in pursuit of strength, satisfying desires, and reversing good and evil was not the same thing.

The demon race is a little different, because the demon can't talk about good and evil, let alone moral etiquette, honestly implement the natural law of "survival of the weak and strong eater”, even though it falls into the magic, it just becomes more ferocious and vicious, maybe more adaptable! So the word "demon” is tied together, and it does make sense.

The Banyan King could have been easier than the Vietnamese King if it hadn't been for the big plans in his heart.

“It's just that I'm just an old tree, but faster or faster on my side! ”

In the talking room, a shadow emerged from the wall, a flimsy voice said: “You are talking quite scary, now that Li Qingshan is afraid to have reached the magic, either surrender or die, do we need to continue to attack? I don't want to go near it! ”