Legend of the Great Saint

The other snakes howled together, and the cloudy yellow tongue stretched. The faucet suddenly opened and bit Li Qingshan, like a mountain peak poured down.

“Break! Break! Break! ”

Li Qingshan drank violently, the four snake heads were almost simultaneously crumbling, like the collapse of a mountain peak, revealing a dark red cross section, demonic blood surged out, spraying the sky, like a pouring rain.

Yin Yang Wang sneaked behind Li Qingshan and opened his mouth, but no sound was emitted. The demonic sound had overtaken his hearing and became silent, overtaking the speed of sound to Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan's figure twisted and broke apart in demonic sounds!

“Remnants?!” The Yin and Yang King's eyes clashed, unbelievable, as Demon King's, they would see the residual statue!

A red lightning bolt broke through the void, and the red knife flew across the heavens and the earth, crossing a tortuous trajectory.

A big snake head broke open without a sign and fell into the swamp, the roaring sounds of which splashed with muddy water.

A red lightning strike revealed Li Qingshan's figure. He took a deep breath, and the wind and fire wings behind him stretched out a hundred feet. Blood boiling as if to burn, swinging the knife to the head of the last serpent of the Nine Heads!

“Hiss! It doesn't work, I admit you're strong, but it doesn't work, it's kind of like you're doing your best! But it's still far away...”

Boom!

The snake's head turned into meat, Li Qingshan retracted his fist, bathed under the blood of the demon, and then the voice of the Nine Head King rang from behind him and went on: “... not enough! ”

The snake head, which was initially crushed by him, actually grew up again. A mountain peak was erected continuously. It was a resurrected snake head of the Nine Heads King, and at the same time, the voice echoed among the mountains:

“You can't kill me, here, I'm the real Hydra! ”

Although the Hydra had some Hydra lineage, his vitality and resilience were very strong. He would not have died without destroying all the heads. After all, he was not a real Hydra. The power of the demonic mind was limited, and it was impossible for the heads to grow continuously.

However, his vitality and resilience have not only improved by an even higher order in this 12-dollar demonic array, but also become constantly supported by magic, as if he were truly the legendary Hydra who could not be killed.

“How long can you stay like this? Give up the resistance! You can't win, why don't we help you say a few beautiful words with the Poor Wonder God? Maybe the Poor Wonder Wonder God is generous enough to still accept you as one of us. ”

The voice of the Yin and Yang King suddenly changed, and the male voice was full of magnetism, while the female voice was as gentle as water, full of seduction. Yet the heart was filled with vicious killing machines. Poor orders were to kill Li Qingshan. They would never let go and leave such a trauma behind.

He said that he was shocked by Li Qingshan's fierceness. At the same time, he saw that Li Qingshan's violent state could not be sustained for too long. After that, he was inevitably deeply weak, and the corpse poison was spreading. As long as Li Qingshan loosened his mind and showed a slight desire to survive, he would be dead!

Some of the kings in the “Silver Dragon King" were not intelligent enough to immediately see that this was a trap, but the so-called bystanders were clear, and those in desperate situations, who did not want to grab a life-saving straw.

King Banyan even hopes that Li Qingshan can promise to survive. Even if it is rational, this is the only chance to survive. If the Poor Demon is truly blue eyed by him, he may decide to spare his life.

But it is also one of the most worrying possibilities of the South Vietnamese King. After seeing the power of Li Qingshan with his own eyes, it is almost impossible to imagine what kind of demon king he would be if he put into magic!

Originating from this world, he will be completely free from the laws of heaven and earth of this world. He can leave the demon cave, freely cross between heaven and earth, to kill him more difficult than to kill ten demon kings. If he is given enough time to grow up, he will probably become the master of this nascent magic.

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

Just when a few people thought extraordinarily hard, suddenly burst into their ears from a distant battlefield, the laughter was so bright, even the Twelve Demons could not stop it.

Li Qingshan laughed as if he had heard some jokes. At one time, the wind and clouds swelled and the magic surged. His body rapidly grew larger.

1... 10... 100... 300... 500...

His feet climbed to 700 heights before he stopped and turned into the body of a majestic demon!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

A pair of bends on the top of their heads, almost touching a low cloud of demons, equal to the twelve demons around them!

He tried to lift up the head of the serpent and still looked up at his figure. Compared to his figure, he was no longer a monster like a mountain, but a monster with nine heads.

“Do your best? One of you? Ha ha!”

Li Qingshan's laughter rolled like thunder, dropped from the sky, his arms suddenly vibrated, the tiger claws protruded, the sharp flashes revealed, behind the tiger's tail swung, wrapped a huge blade of blood, and made a tearing air sound.

“Die! ”

In the moment, Li Qingshan moved, waved, penetrated, jumped, like a fierce battle dance originating from an ancient floodplain. No pace, no rhythm, only ecstasy from the heart; even clumsiness, even wolves, fought for survival!

The wind danced with the tiger, the roaring wind turned into a frenzy song, sounding all over the heavens and the earth.

Li Qingshan's vast shape blurred like a mountain, turning into a spinning storm, Ling Li Claw Feng and the bloody knife, like the lightning in the storm.

The King of Nine Heads was still hesitating. Should we take advantage of Li Qingshan's bigger shape, wrap him around and bite him? Seeing this scene, he retreated madly. However, in a blink of an eye, the storm was in front of him. He could not escape, he could not be stopped!

“No!” The Nine Heads roared in despair and blended perfectly into the wind. How could there be no enemy's wailing in the song of war!

Nine heads were caught in the storm and hung into a bloody rain, accompanied by his enormous body, all devoured by the storm.

Boom!

The fierce sound of the demonic heart exploded, painting a callous note for this fierce battle dance.

The storm's gone!

The South Vietnamese kings were all staring at each other, and the scene was beyond their imagination, and their hearts pounding and beating, still immersed in the aftermath of the battle.

Midnight's lips clasped, “What a good man! ”

The cloud was torn apart, and the silver moon cast a cloud light, like a glorious curtain.

Li Qingshan regained his figure, his hands stood on the ground, bathed in the moonlight, looked up to the sky, the word "North Moon” on the corner was so bright, in the light of the moonlight, glowing.