Legend of the Great Saint

At this time, at the beginning of the night, a loud evening clock floated on the Great Buddhist Mountain. The non-angry monk also changed his daily laughter. Fat man sat on the bluestone tablet with his eyes closed and recited the scriptures.

“Make your choice!” Without anger, the monk's eyes could not be opened. He snapped a bullet on his finger. One of the rings had to spin into Li Qingshan's hand.

This ring is unusual. It covers a layer of Mori magic. It is taupe brown. Li Qingshan opened it and his eyes quickly lit up. Among them, Lin Lin always has unknown number of magic instruments. The sword and gun trident are all-encompassing. The treasure alone has five or six pieces, and can't help but reveal the colour of surprise.

Without anger, Monk Town guarded the town demon palace for many years. Although the demon people did not like to use foreign objects as much as human practitioners, they still accumulated many magic instruments. This is exactly what Li Qingshan needed at this moment, smiling slightly: “You don't have to choose. ”

“What, not a single thing?” Don't be angry, monk. Open a stitch in the eye.

“Thank you, Master, I want everything. ”

“Your boy is here to rob!” The Angry Monk stared into his eyes and flushed with anger.

“Master, you're so mean. Forget it. I won't give it to you for nothing. Can't I trade you for it? ”

Li Qingshan will take out all the spoils of war harvested in Nanjiang. Although his weapons were sacrificed by him, Dan Yao, witchcraft, kung fu, etc., and a good number of them, including blood oaths, were taken out together, and the time was bright and bright.

“How many people did you kill in the South?” Without anger the monk swept a glance, it was obvious that these things did not come from a practitioner, but were also amazing in his heart.

“It's just an exorcism. If it's not enough, your old man will have a lot to cover.” Li Qingshan laughed.

“Nevertheless, there is no use in leaving these magic instruments with me, but let me be clear, what are you doing with all these magic instruments?” Not angry with the monk asked.

Although in terms of value, those few magic treasures alone far outweigh what Li Qingshan took out, as the authentic Buddha Gate, the disciples of Tianlong Zen Court are unable to refine the magic. If they are contaminated with magic, they will not lose it. It is also very troublesome to re-refine.

Thousands of years have passed in the world, Tianlong Zen Hospital does not lack Buddha apparatus Buddha. Although it can be sold to Magic Fiction, it is not the case that Angry Monks would do so.

“I am of my own use.” Li Qingshan Road.

“Without clarity, you can't move one of these magic instruments!” Not angry monks caught Li Qingshan's wrist, only afraid that he would take so many magic tools and go to the dark forces.

“Don't you trust me?” Li Qingshan Road.

“I can trust you, you have to give me some face, after all, I am still your master! ”

Without anger, the monk feels that his master is really miserable. The common master asks the disciple to speak. The disciple must know that there is no limit to what is said. It is not like he has to rely on the disciple to give face.

“Have you heard of the Shura Priesthood?” Li Qingshan asked.

“Shura Priesthood! Where did you come from?” Not angry, the monk asked, surprised that it was rarer than the Huroyard.

“From some guy from Shura Dao!” Li Qingshan shrugged his shoulders.

“Why?”

“Probably think I have a future, get along with me! He also asked me to go to Shura Road, but I refused.” Li Qingshan Road.

“Do you want to fly up to Shura Road in the future?” Don't be angry, monk.

“Perhaps!” Li Qingshan Dao, I have to say that the endless place to kill, is still very attractive to him.

“Shu Luo Dao is not evil, but it is not as humane as Heaven Dao!” I can't help but shake my head with anger. I can't help but feel some emotion. How old is this kid, he can talk to me about flying up.

“Better than magic! ”

“Don't you dare go to the magic field, I'll break your legs!” The thing that worries me the most is that Li Qingshan became a demon after fixing the "Illustrated Fight".

“Master, don't lie to me, I must go, but not to mess with the demons. ”

After the war with the non-angry monk, Li Qingshan felt his trust and was even more reluctant to fight him, so he intentionally and unintentionally revealed some things, even if the new identity of the North Moon is revealed in the future, don't ruin this division's apprenticeship.

“And why is that?” Not angry monks wonder.

“There's an enemy out there, I have to kill him!” Li Qingshan understated.

“I advise you not to delude yourself, the magic is vast and chaotic, not to mention whether you can find your enemy, not to wait for you to enter the magic, he may have been killed by another demon. ”

Not angry monks thought that Li Qingshan had fought a demon king while he was in Nanjiang.

“Chenky Mountain should be a good place to find it! If you want to be poor, you won't get killed.” Li Qingshan Road.

Without anger, the monk waved his fat hand: “Go to the sacrifice, I'm too lazy to listen to you! ”

In the name of poverty, he naturally heard that one of the twelve demons of magic is a true god. Li Qingshan can only be considered a joke.

“And this, by the way.” Li Qingshan pulled out another spirit stone, which was also a snap finger.

“This...”

Without anger, the monk saw that it was a spirit stone, but didn't pay much attention to it until the spirit stone fell into his hands. The spirit stone emitted a faint green mist, and the spirit was pure and pure. It could be compared to the monk Shirley, but it contained a hint of the law of heaven and earth.

“From King Banyan, Master, you are good to me, don't say disciples are not enough.” Li Qingshan waved and stepped into Shuro Yard.

Without anger, the monk looked at the spiritual stone in his hand and guessed that the object came from Dingzhong, smiling and shaking his head, both happy and helpless.

In the past, he was taken as an apprentice. He wanted to guide him in the direction, but he did not give himself the opportunity. He was able to walk alongside himself for a long time, or in a short time, he would completely surpass himself.

“Qingshan, Qingshan, where do you want to go? ”

……

Under the bloody cloud, led by Yin Qingqing, under the eyes of all Ashuro, Li Qingshan once again stepped onto the Xiuro altar.

He has some hidden expectations in his heart. He is much stronger now than he was when he got Tiger Tooth. He also prepared more sacrifices. What kind of knife will he get this time?

So he stopped suppressing the hidden breath, and his redhead burst into flames, and the demonic atmosphere rose, and the Xiuro Priesthood at his feet trembled.

“So strong! He's getting stronger.” Yin Qingqing licked his lips, some incredible, as if he had exceeded the barrier of time.

“Knife!” said Li Qingshan.

A shadow of a knife leaps out of the barbed stone table.

Li Qingshan placed a piece of demon treasure on the Shuluo altar table. When he placed it on the fourth demon treasure, the Shuluo altar table suddenly lit a round of blood, making a blade empathy sound, it seems that there are weapons to leap out.

“The Tiger Devil is furious! ”

Li Qingshan clenched his fist, immediately carried out the Tiger Demon Talent, killed the raging air, rushed the air, the blood swirl spin. The colour turns red and the black tiger pattern is interwoven into a “king”.

Growling in my heart: "Not enough, but a stronger blade! ”

The blood faded again, acknowledging the power of Li Qingshan and longing for more sacrifices.

Until Li Qingshan put all six magic treasures on it, the blood light lit up again, more vibrant than the previous one.

“Demon fighter body! ”

Li Qingshan drank violently, his heart sparkled, his temper rose to a hundred feet, and the statue behind him flew out. When he was about to turn into a demon fighter, he rushed back into his body.

As if the last straw of the camel was overwhelmed, Li Qingshan clasped for a moment, half kneeling, his body trembled violently, as if he could no longer bear it, he bit his teeth shut, and his mouth snapped a smile:

“Very good!”

Once again, the blood darkened until Li Qingshan put hundreds of magic instruments on the Xiuruo altar platform, suddenly a ray of blood swept through the sky, and thousands of weapons resonated.

Far away, Yin Qingqing frowned. “Too reluctantly, the weapon obtained in this way is simply difficult to control! ”

The stronger the weapon, the better. Without any mighty Shiloh, there is no master, and countless Ashuros become servants of the Shiloh.

Bang! Li Qingshan slapped, “Come out! ”

Blood condensation collapses and finally forms a thin bundle, breaking and dissipating.

A knife is inserted on Shura's altar table, hugely gorgeous, spreading wildly, like a magnificent demonic flower, the branches of flowers as a handle, the petals as a bamboo, throwing out a wide blade of knife, the knife is also a wonderful pattern of petals, not like a soldier's blade, but like a work of art, as if you can smell the scent of flowers.

Li Qingshan revealed a delightful color, took a deep breath, absorbed the magic and the devil, his body split countless wounds, blood splashed, bathed all over his body.

For the first time, two explosive moves were carried out simultaneously, and the body was actually somewhat unbearable. But to think of it, "Tiger Demon Fury” would have inspired the ultimate in combat power, plus a "Fighting Demon Enclosure”, which would have added to the snow.

Fortunately, it's not used in battle. The sky is full of terror, but it's difficult to carry out. You have to adapt slowly!

“But finally, it worked!” Li Qingshan reached out his hand and was about to try the power of this knife, but he had one hand to grasp the handle step by step. He shouted and gently pulled the knife out.

Li Qingshan's pupils shrunk before seeing the full picture of this knife. The blade is even bigger than imagined. Almost as tall as him, it bends into an expansive radius.

In the moment, the knife was magnified, like a flower, a hundred times brighter than the sun, an air of madness came to the surface, followed not by the scent of flowers, but by a powerful killing machine.

Li Qingshan glanced backwards. He could see the figure of a woman. He raised his knife high and wondered: “Who is she? How can you approach me silently? Did Yin Qing move in here to take the knife? ”

“Careful, it's a madhouse knife soul!” Yin Qing shouted in the distance.

“Frenzy knife soul!” Li Qingshan frowned and heard only one voice coming from the center of the sword: “Little man, you don't deserve to be my master. How dare you deceive the army arsenal with boring tricks to disturb my good dreams? Die! ”

The blade fell like a thunderbolt to Li Qingshan!