Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan's pupils shrunk, the passage of time seemed to slow down, only the original shape of Yuan Baby dissociated, from the shape of the baby to a cluttered white sphere, cracked a gap, in which a dazzling white light was emitted, under Zhufuzi's final thought, rapidly flew towards himself.

Under hedging at such a speed, there was no time to hide, a strong sense of crisis surged into his mind, he simultaneously carried out "tiger demon rage” and “madman's end”, his body was on the verge of collapse, he could not bear another yuan baby self-explosion.

“Zhu Daoyou!” “Damn the demon! ”

The great masters drank angrily, but their hearts soothed, and this time they could always kill the demon. Zhufu sacrificed himself to exterminate the demons, enough to make the whole practice commemorate the millennium.

Though King Chu regretted not being able to kill Li Qingshan himself, he also felt happy.

Li Qingshan Ling Machine moved, his heart crossed, his hands grabbed, Yuan Bao got his hands on it, behind him emerged the phantom of a spirit turtle, repressed down.

Yuan Bao suddenly stabilized a lot and the white light emitted was forcibly suppressed back, but there were more and more cracks above, which could explode at any moment.

In the stunned eyes of the masters, Li Qingshan made a bold move, shoved Yuan Baby into his mouth and swallowed his stomach.

The tortoise is more powerful against internal repression, yet the fracture is all over the surface of the Yuan Baby, an explosion is inevitable, so that only the ashes that will blow him up will be extinguished.

“Is this demon tired of living? ”

This thought appeared in everyone's hearts, but Li Qingshan suddenly turned around, his eyes were round, his mouth widened to an incredible degree, and a blazing glow lit up in his throat.

Since it cannot be completely suppressed, then find a way to release it.

The Tiger Devil breathes and sprays a bite of anger!

“What!” King Chu's face changed.

A dazzling white light came out, as if rushing out of the flash flood of the dam, rushing towards King Chu and others.

As soon as the white light leaves his mouth, it loses restraint, quickly expands and becomes larger, like the form of a funnel, when it rushes into front of Chu Liwang and others, it is already like paving the ground.

Li Qingshan is also filled with malicious shaking head, making the white light bend and swing, ensuring that the blow surface of this mouth is big enough, ensuring that neither a bad person nor a good person is spared!

“White horse, it's hard to tell! ”

The famous master's face changed. In his mouth, the void appeared in a cloudy shape, shaped like a horse instead of a horse, like white instead of white, the light bombarded into it, all turned into nothingness, seemed to be directly denied by his words.

“Machine City! ”

Master Mo waved his hand and summoned an emerald black city, filled with numerous black holes, thousands of artillery, fired together and bombarded into the white light.

“The voices are chaotic.” The musician's archdeacon waved his hands, hurriedly swinging the strings, swinging a round of sound waves, but he did not let go, layered and stacked in front of him.

Masters are using their means to defense against all kinds of defensive dropouts. If it's an unusual Yuan Baby explosion, it may still be able to resist. However, this Yuan Baby self-exploded, through the control constraints of Li Qingshan, all forces no longer spread in all directions, but through constraints, pointing in one direction, the destructive force increased more than tenfold.

Boom, boom, boom!

The white horses are dead, the battlefield is broken, the voices are broken!

The masters felt as if mortals were caught in a flood and had to wash themselves down. They were slapped hard on Mount Big Fo.

Billions of lights splashed and Big Foshan shook.

The Grand Male Palace at the top of the mountain, covered in white light, countless glass tiles collapse and blond bricks crumble, even though the Sanskrit Clean World Front cannot preserve this 10,000-year-old palace, completely collapsed and smoke extinguished.

Only King Chu Li drank violently, a positive pentagram star appeared in front of him, flashing five kinds of light, containing a phase change of Xuan Ao, spinning against the impact of white light, but it was up against the current.

“Li Qingshan! ”

Li Qingshan wiped his mouth, although he no longer had this part, from the neck to the entire mouth, was ablated by this fierce force, revealing a frayed bone, the four fangs staggered up and down, emitting a metallic color, but this did not prevent him from displaying a frayed smile.

At some point, the haunting Sanskrit calmed down a lot, the turmoil of God's soul calmed down, his chest was stirred up, and he waved a fanatical knife:

“Again! ”

……

In the deep soil layer, the farmer's master felt the earth was vibrating, and his efforts went deeper and deeper, because in the Great Buddhist Mountains, the earth and stones were soaked with Buddhist light, so the soil was very slow, but he had this patience, and now he just wanted to leave this “ghost place” and go back to the dream fields.

Although Li Qingshan said it very nicely, he felt it made sense. The cultivators should stay in the field honestly and not wander around.

Whatever demonizes and what does justice do is not his job as an old farmer.

Though fleeing the battlefield may be laughed at by the same people, cultivating land would not have been an honorable thing. If we had fought for a good victory, we would not have chosen a farmer, let alone been able to repair the situation.

He went deep into the underground cave where Qingzhou staggered, and his dry face revealed a smile, which finally allowed him to do all he could.

He sat on a rock, happily pulled out a pot of cigarettes, smoked a beautiful cigarette and spit out several circles of eyes. Instead of being harmless, tobacco is grown by him in the secret realm of the countryside. Instead, it is very spiritual. A human who smokes second-hand cigarettes is addicted to it.

“Old man, give me a taste! ”

A ruthless pair of eyes lit up from the darkness behind him, sounding a dull voice.

“You are!”

……

In Tianlong Zen courtyard, countless monks gazed up the top of Mount Mount, Daxiong Bao Palace, disappeared?!

Yet more people have lost sight of these, and a big Buddha is ramming straight into Tianlong Zen Yard, chasing a small white figure.

Boom!

Big Buddha slapped, deep into the mountain figure, leaving a deep hand mark, a large temple hall collapsed.

Xiao 'an was flown out by Yu Bo Zheng, nearly rubbing his palm edge away from this palm, not waiting for a breath to slow down, the corner of his eyes glistened, the Big Buddha another slap, can no longer avoid.

Boom!

Skeleton crushed and scattered, three obscure white bone fire flashed out, gagged strange laughter stopped, a skeleton demon was smashed, stronger than Pharaoh's body, fragile under the hands of Big Buddha like a puppet.

At a critical juncture, Xiao An summoned a skull demon and blocked her, quickly taking advantage of the opportunity to pull some distance.

Thirty-three skeletons have been destroyed so far. Only three have been destroyed in a mixed war with two monks and eight Tianlong. The other four have been slapped by the Big Buddha.

Skeletal demon with comparable strength to the Great Brother, in front of this great Buddha, can only be used to stop the knife. Fortunately, this great Buddha does not possess any means of divinity and lacks sufficient intelligence to predict his actions easily, otherwise there is no chance of victory.

And even so, it's the strongest enemy she's ever had in her life.

“It's still just a statue. If it's a true Buddha, what means? If I hadn't repaired" Zhu Yan Bai Bone Road "and not been suppressed by the nature of the Big Buddha, I would have been caught up in a bitter battle. It would not have been that simple to kill a Buddha. ”

Sincerely, Buddha's sword is in her hand, but she has never had a chance. She may be able to traumatize Big Buddha with one sword, but being slapped on her body won't do much better than Skull Demon.

If she summoned all the skeletons to form a skeleton demon formation to suppress the Big Buddha, she could create an opportunity, but she didn't do it, except for the five marbles in her hand, the other 21 skeletons, all spread out.

After a group of monks watched in horror, a frightened skeleton climbed to a clock drum tower, the sound of the Sanskrit flushed down, his torso trembled violently, his bone femur would crack at any moment, but he could not inundate the gaga laughter.

Finally, climbing to the top, a claw scratched the trembling clock, the loud Sanskrit was weak, ignoring this group of monks, and jumped to the next bell drum building.

This scenario occurs up and down the Great Foshan, and the skeleton clashes to the right, like entering a deserted land, breaking countless drums, which is the very foundation of the Sanskrit Clean World Front.

All eight creatures were extinguished, the breath of the two monks dying under the Great Buddha Mountain, now in Tianlong Zen Yard, no one can stop them, the haunting Sanskrit gradually calmed down, ensuring that Li Qingshan was no longer suppressed.

“Now we can finally go somewhere. ”

The place she wanted to go from the moment she first entered Tianlong Zen Court.

Another skull demon was smashed to pieces.

Instead of taking a closer look, she looked somewhere on the Big Buddha Mountain and was about to fly away, and two figures stopped in front of him.

“Buddha enemies!” The fearless monk and the Seven Treasures monk looked at Xiao 'an with anger. Although they all appeared to be some wolf, they were filled with decisiveness, an incarnation of the Imperial Vajra and a promotion of five Buddha pieces.

The two monks blocked the way before, then the big Buddha forced her to come, another slap, suddenly forced her into despair, she smiled slightly, leaning toward the city:

“I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Xiao 'an's head waved the blood beam without returning. He also caught the Big Buddha in it and raised his hand again:

“Quarterly Discipline • Discipline! ”

The expressions of anger of the two monks were rigid and immobile, and the familiar scene appeared in front of them again.

Boom, boom!

Yu Guangguang should not be so close to each other...

The Buddha slammed into the hillside and launched a long trench.

With a whisper, the blood beam split open a mouth, the blood faded a lot. Xiao An put it away and flew straight to Tallinn in Tianlong Zen Yard.

Exquisite Buddha towers are falling high and low, old and new, serving the Sherry left behind by successive high monks. This is not a bone that has not been burned down in cremation, but a true condensation of power, able to form sherry, and at least survive the cultivation of the second day of robbery.

These sherries are the best food for Zhuyan White Road!

Xiao An closed his hands and closed his eyes to meditation, “Senior masters, lend me your sherry. ”