Legend of the Great Saint

Two swaying white lotuses were raised in the wounds of the two great demon kings, and they looked closely at each other. They were two pale sparks that suddenly turned into a fierce three-obscured white bone fire. They gathered together in the palms of Xiao 'an, gripping gently, and the traces of the existence of the two demon kings disappeared completely.

“What a sword! ”

Ye Huang Hai stared at the bright white bone sword and was completely shocked. Even if he did his best, he was not sure that he could kill two demon kings with one sword, not to mention in the Twelve Metropolitan Demons. Although the Sword of the Sea is the world's most famous sword, it has no such power.

Everything I saw today was incredible.

“Daoist, I finally believe that Poor Qi is here for them. What exactly are they doing here?” The King of South Vietnam asked, "I can't imagine if a sword would fall on me and die like these two demon kings.

“I'm not sure either.” The Banyan King shook his head slightly, but there was hidden speculation in his heart. Li Qingshan's dream of nine days did not seem to have no roots.

“This is by no means the power that this world deserves.” The King of South Vietnam asserts that even the Three Graves and Five Dictionaries inherited by the Summer Emperor have no such power.

Until this moment, all the demon kings involved in dealing with Li Qingshan died, but before him were the twelve demons and demons, and even the masterminds behind the scenes were poor.

“Funny, that's so funny! ”

The high laughter sounded suddenly, echoing between the heavens and the earth, discoloring everyone, and that was the sound of the poor, and he had been watching.

Instead of having the anger to fail, the laughter was filled with surprise and joy, even with a few moments of naiveté, as if the child had received a toy of his own accord.

Among the twelve demons of the heavens and the earth, the poor demon who had never been harmed. As the laughter stirred, the demons gathered rapidly, and his body gradually became solid and angry.

A pair of bright moons lit up in the rolling magic, Heran was his eyes, shaped like a black tiger, feather-bearing, with an extremely bright smile on his face, huge mouth gripping a horrible curve, filled with sharp giant teeth, it was from which the laughter was emitted.

Boom!

Poor devils take a step forward, leaving the bondage of the cave, with countless interwoven cracks in the void, like a black chain, yet unable to stop Poor Footsteps.

An invisible atmosphere spreads, even the far retreating King of South Vietnam and others feel breathless, and there is an impulse to immediately manage the escape of the Silver Dragon King.

“Poor Qi is really here!? ”

The Banyan King frowned so tightly that he could not guess how much Poor Wonder would have to pay for this behavior, but it must be much more difficult than the coming of ideas. Even if it's just a demonic split, it's completely different to manipulate it as the mastermind behind the scenes and directly intervene on stage. Even his king didn't think that Poor Chi would do this!

Boom! Boom!

A string of thunder struck the heavens and the earth, and between eyes, the sky became a minefield. It was only at high altitudes that the winds roared and tore the clouds apart. Large plots of tortoise, magma gushing out, intangible underground magnetism, tumultuously rising, straight into the wind.

As if the heavens and the earth had been provoked and warned of terror, the Great Swamp had become a landscape of the end.

Ignoring the anger of the heavens and the earth, Poor Qi continued to follow in footsteps, coming from this end-of-day scene to Li Qingshan and Xiao 'an, as if to laugh at the uselessness of the heavens and the earth.

Xiao An waved his sword in front of Li Qingshan. Li Qingshan grabbed her hand and stood beside her, staring at the poor and walking. He never minded accepting her protection, but the enemy he faced this time was unprecedented.

“Looks like this is really over! ”

The King of South Vietnam sighed, even if the power that Poor Qi can play in this world is limited, but the huge gap in ranks has determined that Li Qingshan has no chance of winning at all, let alone that the power of Poor Qi at this moment is close to the limit that this world can accommodate, which is equivalent to the peak of three days of robbery, and I'm afraid no one in Kyushu will be his opponent.

Midnight wanted to agree, but looked to the Great Banyan Tree King.

“Yes." The Banyan King closed his eyes and came at all costs, demonstrating his determination that whatever the gods wanted to do was hard for mortals to resist.

Midnight's a little disappointed to have his gaze back. Yeah, how come the miracle keeps happening?

Boom!

Poor giant claws stopped in front of them and immediately drowned in lava. He looked down at Li Qingshan. “What a wonderful show! ”

The terrible smell drowned Li Qingshan, but he was not moved, because he had seen a more magnificent figure and smiled. “What prize is there? ”

“Everything you want in magic! You will be the second ruler of Mount Chinchill after me, and countless magic domains, hundreds of trillion demons, will obey your command, and you will do whatever you want, and then you will dislike the fact that this world is too small. ”

Poor Qi opened the conditions to everyone, the South Vietnamese King would have guessed that if Li Qingshan had surrendered to the magic, he might have become the master of this world. At this time, he realized that his courage was still too small, even the most exaggerated imagination appeared trivial.

“I hope we're not one of those myriad magic domains!” The King of South Vietnam sighed.

“Oops, big guy! I knew I should have stuttered him, or the old tree had eyes!” Night after night, he said jokingly, but his eyes had an obscure envy. Ask who could resist this temptation?

King Banyan smiled bitterly. I don't know if I should be happy or sad!

“Oh, too bad you can't give me what I want! ”

“Say what? Don't stall like a pussy. Every second I stay here pays a huge price. ”

Poor skulls dropped a little further, and the thunder and wind around him had begun to bombard his body, blocked by a faint round of demon kings.

The laws of heaven and earth are like invisible shackles. The stronger the power, the higher the boundary, the stronger the exclusion. Poor curiosities can no longer counteract the world as a whole, yet they are more horrific than cold threats, with no cover whatsoever.

“Your life!” Li Qingshan smiled and resolutely said.

In that moment, time and space seemed to have stalled, and while trying to "stay green mountains without fear of burning firewood”, it was clear that someone had said to him, "Remember, don't bow your head to anyone because you were riding on my back. ”

From that day on, he can wrap up shame and humiliation, he can flee, but he can no longer bow his head, otherwise even after nine days, he has no face to shoulder with him!