Legend of the Great Saint

In the thunder of the wind, Li Qingshan resolutely sounded and clearly came.

In the “Silver Dragon King”, the South Vietnamese King and others are stunned. Where in the world is such a fool, he would rather crush bones than bow his head.

Even if they are not the king of arrogance, they will not feel how shameful it is to bow their heads to a true god, let alone that Poor Qi has shown enough sincerity to be so valued by the gods, which is an absolute honor.

Only the Great Banyan King has hidden speculation, but only a long sigh in his heart.

Poor Qi also stunned. Though he told Li Qingshan not to think about delaying the time, he didn't think he would be so determined. He left no room to turn around and bowed his teeth: “How stupid! How strange! Li Qingshan, do you really think I won't kill you? ”

“Then come!” Li Qingshan opened his arms and went to die.

“You're funny too, but I won't let you stab me with this sword.” Poor eyes turned sharply and fell on Xiao 'an.

Sword Feng in Xiao 'an's hand had to tremble for a moment. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity made by Li Qingshan to assassinate Poor Qi. He was already ready to make a sword. With the power of Buddha's sword, he should be able to severely traumatize the incarnation of Poor Qi.

Yet the obvious motion did not move, not to mention there was no lethal revelation, yet it was seen at a glance by the poor, and the enemy was no longer as simple as the strong enemy, it was absolutely unbroken.

Li Qingshan's heart is so heavy, it really doesn't give him a chance. Is this really why he's here today?

“You know this sword?” Little Antoine raised the Buddha's sword, if you think about it.

“I can't help but recognize this sword and your flame, and the path you are going to take, instead of being seen in the Immortal Buddha, I can't even stand the magic. Go on, I'll spare your life!” Poor voices rolled over, overshadowed the thunderous winds, and laid the heavens and the earth under pressure.

Xiao An shook his body for a moment, his shirt was strong, his hair was dancing, but his face was not moved, he only held the Buddha's sword tight.

Li Qingshan's gaze was concentrated, and he gathered the power of shock. He was also ready to fight to death.

Even if there is no chance of victory, even if there is no doubt that he will die, it will be a battle!

“Li Qingshan, it's so boring to just run you over. Do you want to die or live?” The meaning is stronger in the eyes as the poor talk turns around.

“Bullshit!” Li Qingshan drank.

“Let's make a bet! ”

“What a bet! ”

“Today I bully you. I will give you some time...” a meal “... 500 years will be fine. Come to Tinker Mountain and we will fight again. If you lose...”

“Well, for 500 years, if I can't push down your hill of wonder, I will listen to you! ”

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up. I didn't expect such a good thing. Five hundred years, how much room there is for maneuver. He can surely fly up to the sky. Even if he is still not a poor opponent, if he does not go to the magic, how can poor people get him?

“That's what you said. Let's give it up! If I lose, so do I.” Poor and strange, his body rapidly shrunk into human form, his body twisted like the figure in the abstract painting, surrounded by a layer of magical light, blurred and unable to see his face, reaching out to Li Qingshan distorted and transformed right hand.

Li Qingshan felt as if he had fallen for it, but there was nothing to regret at this stage. Go ahead and take an oath with Poor Qi!

The moment the palms are struck, the thunderous winds surrounding them subside. It seems that there is some invisible power to isolate the wrath of the heavens and the earth.

Li Qingshan tranced to see a silent and waveless long river, winding in the void, vast, as if transcending time and space, it is difficult to calculate its length, width and narrow with ordinary weights and measures.

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

Poor, indiscriminate laughter gradually drowned in thunder, filled with willful pleasure, and his body distorted by the invisible laws of heaven and earth.

In a blast, it suddenly collapsed into a monstrous demonic atmosphere, swooping for thousands of miles, submerging the whole swamp, and even the Silver Dragon King hanging in the sky.

At that moment, the thunder and wind stopped, as if the heavens and the earth had calmed their anger.

The Twelve Du Tianxi Array also collapsed. Li Qingshan felt relaxed for a moment. He glanced at his palm, and the long river appeared in his mind. Hiddenly, he felt that the vow was not that simple. There was a feeling that he had to go to the Incredible Mountains.

Is this another trap?

……

Meanwhile, somewhere in the magic, the twelve heavenly columns rose.

As if the situation created by the Twelve Apocalypses had become a reality, the twelve Apocalyptic Monsters, the highest of the magic, were on top of the heavenly columns, discussing what was being discussed, implicitly with the words... Abnegation Palace... True Martial Arts... Shaking the Seven Suites of the North...

“Ha-ha-ha!” Poor little laughter rolls around and leads the demons to the side, "Poor little, what are you laughing at? ”

It was always strange to be poor and to see other demons, knowing that his personality hated such a serious and lengthy meeting, but he didn't dare to underestimate him, because his mind was changing so much that every surprise, he often had a surprising means of victory.

When he saw his mouth lifted with a smile and his body crackled with a few fine snake-like thunderbolts, he knew that his mind was coming to the world without knowing where it was coming from. What interesting things had been discovered, and he was being rejected by the laws of heaven and earth. The other demons don't give a shit about this futile thing, but they don't say anything.

Until Poor Qi laughed and a big river flew over his head and passed away, he was astonished to ask: "You have made a blood vow to the underworld! ”

Legend has it that the Pluto River is the first river that begins to flow in heaven and earth, and its flow defines the shadow of light and forms a vital number. Swearing to the Underworld River is powerful and about binding. Once the blood oath is concluded, even the gods cannot repent, and even the reason will be distorted.

Poor smiles without words, full of undisguised foreign pride, and the demons cease to ask and continue to discuss.

Five hundred years is very short for him, not fifty years, not five years, but five hundred years, and the conclusion of the Pluto blood oath requires the heartfelt approval of both sides.

If the time frame is too short, Li Qingshan may also agree, but the result must be the burning of jade stones, which is pointless. And five hundred years, enough time for the blood of the river to swear deep into the doctrine to obtain his obedience.

And there are many potentially complicated conditions for the conclusion of the Pluto blood oath, one of which is fairness, as if it were a scale, where both sides must put enough chips in. Although there can be some imbalances, once they are completely unbalanced, they cannot be established, so it will take these 500 years to balance, and Poor Wonder will end with a sentence: “If I lose, so too! ”

In addition to this, there are potentially harsh conditions, such as the fact that in the course of the last 500 years, he was not able to attack voluntarily, let alone intentionally suppress Li Qingshan, which are the chips he put on.

So the demons would be so surprised, because the river is not a tool that can be used at will, and there are many risks in it, that they will inadvertently affect themselves, generally only if they exist at this level, they need to conclude the blood vows of the river to bind each other.

And for the weak and small existence, they have a number of pledges to guarantee steady earnings and no compensation. Li Qingshan's "Blood Oath", which is originated from the magic, is kind of an inferior imitation of the blood oath of the Underworld River.

And choosing to take the Pluto blood oath, poor people have their own considerations, largely because of the emergence of Xiao 'an.

There is no way, the White Bone Bodhisattva that tried to refine the Hungry Ghost Way is too famous, and although it did not succeed in the end, the act of challenging the six-round order is sufficiently awesome, and the three-obscured white bone fire is even more famous in the six-round.

Xiao 'an had just emerged, and Poor Qi had some doubts, because the inheritance of this level was by no means attainable by virtue of well-being, and it was almost impossible to appear in this level of the world.

But when Xiao 'an cut off the Yin Yang King with a sword, and refined them into three obscure white bone fires, Poor Qi was convinced that he could play around Kyushu, but facing a white bone heir, he had to weigh in.

Moreover, he has not been able to see the inheritance of Li Qingshan. This white bone heir has a distinct affiliation with Li Qingshan, which makes it even more intriguing.

If Li Qingshan and Xiao 'an are inherited by Xian Buddha, Poor Qi doesn't mind cutting off the grass immediately to eradicate it, it is a state of hostility anyway. But they are obviously not, Li Qingshan incarnated demons, and there are also some meanings of divine demons coexisting, while white bone bodhisattva wants to burn down the sky, the world to be turned into death, not even flowers and grass can exist, even the magic can not hold, so evil can no longer be evil.

If for a game, you kill two monastic heirs, it's not too much curiosity, it's a brain problem. It's called curiosity that kills the cat, and he can live to be an evil god, first of all by distinguishing between play and death.

It is because he put up a great deal of momentum, even though the incarnation came to Kyushu world, in fact, it was all a bluff. He didn't want to kill Li Qingshan at all, so as to force him to bet on this bet.

And the choice of a fairer Pluto blood vow is also to have room for future turns. If no one cares, it would be better, though, to have one more powerful helper. If White Bone Bodhisattva or some more horrible presence were to jump out, his actions would not be too deceptive, it would be a big deal to let go.

He was not worried that he would lose a bet. For 500 years, any major monk in Kyushu had been cultivated for 1,800 years. The demon king was thousands of years old. Even if the legacy of Li Qingshan was stronger, it was almost impossible to cross so many boundaries in such a short period of time.

Five hundred years later, I'm afraid he can't even walk into the hills, let alone defeat himself and push to the hills.

Not to mention that there's a huge trap hidden in this river's blood oath, and if he can actually walk into this world, he'll find five hundred years, not as long as he thought.

“Aoyama, are you okay?” Xiao 'an is concerned.

“Nothing. Looks like we're running out of time. I can't wait to beat that bastard demon up!” Li Qingshan fell into Xiao An's arms when he finished, "but let me sleep for a while! ”