Legend of the Great Saint

Shit, if Yue Wuyang is really cut to death by the madhua knife soul, then it's over!

Li Qingshan was waiting to be stopped, Yue Wuyang roared, centered on him, a circular wave swept 100 miles, and the end of the road madness knife was also swept out.

Yue Wuyang's eyes were red, his whole body was muscularly knotted, and his wounds healed quickly. Like the true king Ashuro, he entered a state similar to the outbreak of "tiger demon rage”. He pounced towards the end of the rave knife. He was several times faster than he was, and Changgo was slashed.

A sharp stream is like lightning, destroying everything along the way.

“It's finally kind of fun.” The Frenzy Knife's soul laughed, waiting to wave, and suddenly disappeared.

“Yue Daoyou, I think it's over! ”

Li Qingshan reached out and retrieved the last razor knife from Shuro Yard.

"Li Qingshan, I warned you, mind your own business! ”

“You can't kill him.” Li Qingshan made up his mind.

“Bullshit!” The last razor knife trembled violently.

“Don't underestimate him. He can't beat you, can he?” Li Qingshan Road.

“Shut up. Where can he go in this Shura? ”

“I didn't say I'd help you trap him. ”

“You fool! ”

“Bitch, shut up! This is your fight, not mine! ”

One man shouted at the other, not angry monks listening to the sweat, more shocked by the power of this razor knife, one knife in the hand, mortal can also kill the archbishop, what power in Li Qingshan's hand.

Yue Wuyang's chest fluctuated sharply several times before his eyes regained their normal color. The impact of this war on him was not small, but he almost lost to a knife, but it also aroused the desire in his heart. If he could obtain such a blade, his strength would change from day to day, and he flashed himself in front of Shu Luo's altar table, looking at the speckled stone table, his eyes sparkled with light.

Shortly afterwards, Yue Wuyang stepped out of Shuro Yard, and had already tidied up his clothes, and said positively: “Li Daoyou, lend me this Shuro altar table! ”

He completely recognized Li Qingshan's strength and no longer treated him as a descendant.

……

Lianyue Mountains, Qingxiaodong Province.

Thirty-three skeleton beads spin and fly, constantly changing array, always maintaining skeleton magic array, causing a wind whistle in the mountain belly, Xiao 'an attacked the moon white monk robe hunting and sounding.

She stretched out her hand and a skull turned into a rosary bead, in a string, and returned to her wrist.

She pondered for a moment and suddenly had a pale golden Buddha's light on her body. A party of treasures was solemn, making people revere at first sight.

She raised her hand with a skeletal rosary and the light gathered on it, coating the white rosary with a pale golden colour, seemingly without any more evil, like a Buddha's door to treasure.

She only stepped out of the cave, the mountain clouds wandered back, the rain flashed, and the mountains turned blue and blue.

“It's hard for you to hide for so long, come out!” Xiao An Qingyue's voice echoed in the mountains.

A cruel voice sounded, “Heard you were Li Qingshan's dowry or the best disciple of Tianlong Zen Court? ”

Xiao 'an jumped to the top of a mountain, pulled out the chopper with his opposite hand and raised it high.

“Chopper!” The sound was astonishing.

“Cutting knives.” Xiao 'an's voice repeats calmly.

“Where did you get this knife? ”

The clouds burst apart suddenly, a giant ship-sized locust dived down from the sky, and the sound of wings shook deaf and provoked an awesome wind.

Boom!

The peak beneath Xiao 'an collapsed and collapsed. The boulder splattered in all directions, and she reached another peak.

The locust demon had a huge pair of eyes, reflecting the figure of countless Xiao 'an, full of suspicion, her strength exceeded his expectations, and Xiao 'an's next words left him no time to take these into account.

“Do you want to know where King Golden Cicada is? ”

“King Golden Cicada!” The locust king bites his teeth and thinks of revenge day and night for countless days and nights, and there is no more hatred than that.

“King Golden Cicada.” Xiao 'an repeated calmly once again.

“Tell me where he is. I can spare your life!” Locust King's Way.

“Here in Ruyi County, and soon to fly, be ready if you want to stop him!” Xiao An Face has no facial expression.

“Where in Ruyi County?” King Flying Locust asked, "Ruyi County stretches thousands of miles to find a hidden king demon, like a needle in a haystack.

“By the time the heavens come, you will understand.” Xiao Andao.

“I want you to tell me now!” King Flying Locust roared and rushed to Xiao 'an again.

Xiao 'an stood at the top of the mountain, sandalwood mouth slightly spread, the mountains were suddenly illuminated by Buddha light, dragon barking through the heavens and the earth.

“Monk King! ”

The flying locust demon was shocked, and the vast flying locust demon broke in the dragon bark, and in the bright light of Buddha, the three obscure white bone fires, one roll at a time, housed this resource.

The light gradually dimmed, and the clouds of the mountains tangled together.

“I don't need your forgiveness.” Xiao An took the knife and sheathed it, turning around and breaking it.

Beyond several mountain peaks, such as the heart stepped out of the cave, followed by a plague, pinched his chin for a moment, smiled slightly, followed closely, flew to the clouds,

……

On Lake Dragon Snake, a deserted island so small that it could hardly be considered an island, the hundred disciples of the Sutra travelled far from the island, not only because this is where the White Wolf reigned, but also because of the horrific hissing that often sounded at that time.

Whether it is day or night, the cold winter is still the heat, as if it were coming from the depths of hell, all over the hearts of men.

A few months ago, a legal disciple wanted to get close to the island, to get an opportunity from the legal predecessor, but before he got to the island, he went back to his residence bloodless and died quickly, so he didn't dare come any closer.

At this time, the hissing sounded again, the center of the grassy island, a woman kneeling naked on the dirt, wrapped around a bright little snake, swimming on her skin, sometimes raising her head from her skin, spitting on the blue snake letter, she was supposed to have a beautiful face, distorted by pain, full of hatred in her eyes, and even more ugly, as if sinking into the depths of hell.

All of a sudden, the serpent of hell becomes agitated, and his head turns in the same direction, full of hostility.

Qian Jung raised her head and saw a figure walking towards her. Her footsteps were as light and silent as the wind of the Emperor's Landing. Her clothes were dancing, and she couldn't help but hold her breath. As the shadow approaches, the serpent of Hell calms down and sneaks into her skin, hooking each other up to form a strangely brilliant tattoo.

Xiao 'an said: "You want to see me? ”