Legend of the Great Saint

Boom! Wow!

The four monks broke through the roof of the palace of the great male treasure under construction, hit the ground heavily, their faces changed, all recovered the colour of Sumu, and sat between the dust and rubble.

“Sanskrit purity! ”

The fearless monk sat on the south side, waving his arms, and the other three monks backed him, facing four directions, southeast and northwest, making different postures, reading scripture in his mouth.

A top Sanskrit Cobalt emerged as the guardian of Tianlong Zen Court. The Sanskrit, almost submerged by the sound of a sword, suddenly became high, hidden the voice of Tianlong Zen, and the four monks joined forces to promote the "Sanskrit Clean World Front”.

After a moment of confrontation, they knew that they were no match for “the elders of heaven," let alone guard the town's demonic palace, and that the only one who could rely on it was this great array of mountain guardians.

“Mantis arms as cars! ”

The elder smiled, his hands pressed down falsely, the peak of the Tibetan sword slowly dropped, and the shadow expanded. The heavenly and earthly sword realm covered the day. It was like the reappearance of the doors of the Tibetan Sword Palace.

As soon as Fa Ka Lan touched the sword of heaven and earth, it instantly became volatile, as if it were a reflection in the water. He encountered a wave and could only prolong his asthma.

Not so bad, but the recent war almost completely destroyed the foundations of the Mountain Defense Formation. Though not achieving its original purpose, the Lord of the Tibetan Sword Palace has also cleared the biggest barrier to the attack on Tibetan Sword Peak.

The Sanskrit became faint again, the Great Buddha Mountain trembled violently, and the pavilion collapsed silently.

A monk looked at the scene in horror, suddenly feeling a little wet on his face, reaching out his hand, full of blood, and looked around again. Except for the monk who had survived the heavenly robbery, all his pores began to seep blood, penetrating the monk's robe, and turned his eyes into a blood man. Until then, he did not hear the sharp sword.

Not long ago, the Great War also brought great shock to the monks, but it was a real and unopposable power, and the resulting killing and injury was not widespread, but everything in front of us was a nightmare come true, a familiar face covered with blood, a great horror in the heart, instant hysterical screams, chain of screams, this ups and downs, turning a Buddha's Holy Land into a Senroh Hell.

Once again, the Sanskrit is high, but it seems to be distorted by screaming pollution. It is no longer a divine revelation. It is more like a shady spell. Even those monks who have survived the heavens and become extraordinary have begun to shake their hearts and their eyes are filled with blood silk.

“Brother, this is a demonic sound, if you continue like this, all disciples will die mad! ”

Without anger, the monk said, he had seen the means of countless demons, heard many mysterious demonic sounds, but was far from being able to penetrate the "Sanskrit Pure World Front” or even distort the Sanskrit, a means that had never been heard before.

“Hold on, wait for His Majesty's help!” The fearless monk looked iron and blue, but he did not waver.

“Okay!”

But all the worries have never been exported, so horrible and powerful enemies, can King Chu help?

At this moment, the sky suddenly emerged a black line, bending and swimming, pulling up a cloud, covering the sky, where the squamous claws appeared, detecting a dignified faucet, and the dragon bark overshadowed the sharp sword.

Clouds from dragons, winds from tigers.

However, looking closely, the clouds of the sky were not real clouds, but were like dark ink melting in the water with a few hints of ambiguity.

The fearless monk was greatly surprised. The Dragon King had always left the crowd to live there. He didn't expect to leave the Mukhai, but he didn't know if he was an enemy or a friend? If it's a friend, it's really the rarest kind of help, but if it's an enemy, I'm afraid no one can save Tianlong Zen Yard.

So he said: "Your Majesty, this magic desire to break the demonic temple of the town to lead the encroachment on the demonic domain, please help us, the heavens will miss your grace. ”

“What do you want from me?" ”Dragon King Ink Road.

The fearless monk's heart sinks.

“Well, who am I to assume? It's you who opened your eyes so blindly. After all these years of escaping from the tomb of painting, it's not good enough to come to help the old acquaintance, but it's not too late to join me in making a scene so that all beings can see the horrors of our ‘dead'.” The Elder Dao.

“Dead?” Mo Hailong Wang Dao, a dark cloud like ink pressed down, like a wire, like a mountain like a city, changing into a multitude of figures, with a mixture of floating and condensing.

“What, angry? Do you still want to pretend to be alive? We all know that you're not just a dead thing, you're a dead thing, because that old guy won't even give you the most basic completions, and that's why you're so weak. If you won't join me, watch! ”

A star broke through the sky, Li Qingshan flew at full speed, and flew thousands of miles in a moment. He looked at Big Foshan and suddenly frowned, “King Ink Dragon!” Take out the summons jade charm again: “Xiao An, come to Big Foshan to help! ”

Though it is only a glimpse from the scene of the King of Flying Locusts, it has been determined that this Hidden Sword Peak is an unprecedented enemy. If we add the old rival of the Dragon King of the Ink Sea, it is certainly a great war.

However, Xiao An still did not respond, and for the time being, he could not care less. He came to Big Buddha Mountain and shouted: “And don't die! ”

“Ha ha, don't look at the last time you traitor, how can you let your teacher die! ”

Without the anger of the monk, Haha laughed, this is his most trustworthy strength.

“Wait, I'm coming to save you! ”

In the heart of Li Qingshan, he was about to fly to the front, a dragon tail broke open the cloud sea, crossed the sky to stop the road, and King Mo Hailong turned the faucet to stare at him.

“Dragon King, this is not the place we agreed to fight! ”

Li Qingshan felt a lot of pressure. Although he had become more powerful, the Dragon King was still a strong enemy. If he didn't mind a great battle on a weekday, he could try new methods, but now he couldn't help but focus on the life of the Angry Monk.

In silence, the cloudy sea is one of the silence of the Ink Dragon King, who is silent and has no wind.

“Well done, block this kid, and when I kill these bald asses, I'll help you kill him! ”

Heavenly Elder smiled and prompted Heaven and Earth Sword Array, a handle sword wheel spinning, gathering increasing strength, to completely destroy the "Sanskrit Clean World Array”.

“Shut up!” The Dragon King roared, the sky and clouds surged, rushed into the heavens and earth sword array, dyed the fantasy of the heavens and the earth into ink and black, and the operation of the sword array immediately stalled: “Do not compare me to you again! ”

Li Qingshan was somewhat surprised. I didn't expect King Muhai to be on his side.

King Mo Hailong heard his voice as if he had never returned: “Li Qingshan, this is not helping you! ”

“Whatever you say!” Li Qingshan smiled and stood up to the two demon kings to face the sword.