Legend of the Great Saint

“You know!”

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up. From the original "Book of Straw Swords" to today's immortals abandoned the sword, the legacy of the Five Immortals penetrated his entire training process. The good and the bad, even greatly threatened his life, but made him increasingly curious about the Five Immortals.

Being a practitioner but calling it a "cactus” is very unusual in itself, let alone a practitioner of three heavenly robberies, even four times and five times, I'm afraid not, plus the praise of Brother Niu, maybe the legend is true, he really is the death of the immortal to have such a means.

Li Qingshan, the usual treasure, is no longer in sight, but the treasure left behind by the Five Immortals is unusual.

The core treasure of a sword's tomb is the abandoned sword. If the soul of a sword is twisted in its nature, it is probably the first sword in the world in terms of power alone. And the core treasure of the tomb is definitely a picture roll, which is most likely the real king of the Inkhai Dragon.

If you can scratch it before it flies up, it won't cost you anything to fix it.

“I am at least that old man's sword. I watched him when he sealed his four graves. I didn't even think I sealed the town in the end, damn it! ”

The fairy abandoned sword soul brought this up, still angry and angry, and burst into a slaughter.

“This is kind of like abandoning it all the time, so you change your name to Immortal Sword abandonment. I didn't know you had a deep feelings for the last sword master.” Li Qingshan hey hey smile.

“Shut up, I can't wait to smash that old man to pieces! ”

“You just shut up.” The little ankle buttons bounced and the blade trembled.

The fairy abandoned the sword and the soul grunted angrily, but dared not be rude again.

“The secret tomb of the Five Immortals drifts in the void, and the Dragon King of Ink is in the tomb of painting, and he is not yet free to enter and exit, you know what?” Li Qingshan touched his chin.

“Don't compare me to that pseudo-dragon. I've fused swords and graves. What's so hard about shuttle void?” The Immortal Abandoned Sword soul proudly said.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but look at Yin Qingqing. "Although I can hide the void, I am not strong enough to travel freely in the void, and it is difficult to break through the boundaries of the town. ”

Li Qingshan nodded, no wonder the five mysterious tombs have been in the legend for so many years. So, the Immortal Sword Abandoned is the key to opening the five mysterious tombs.

“Okay, I'll believe you once. ”

“Swear not to sacrifice me!” Immortal Abandoned Sword Soul Way.

“It depends on your performance. If things go well, I will naturally have something in return. Otherwise, by oath alone, I will be able to restrain who.” Li Qingshan was reluctant to make any vows, even verbally, with such a sword.

“Hey, kid, you said you'd strengthen me!” The Frenzy Knife soul is unhappy.

“Why are you in such a hurry to fight? Are you afraid there won't be a good offering? Wait till I fix your damage, lest I lose it in the future.” Li Qingshan patted the knife handle, pacified the last rave knife, and considered where to find some weapons to sacrifice.

“These weapons should be sufficient if they are merely repaired. ”

Xiao 'an swept the blood beach, a ping-pong noise, countless magic instruments landed on the Shiloh altar platform, a pile of hills, even though the grade is not high, but the number is amazing. It was she who inspired the Blood Beaver and devoured the spoils obtained by the Demon Army.

“That's enough. ”

Xiao 'an was always so timely, Li Qingshan immediately activated the Shuluo altar station, a red light swept into the sky, all the magic objects melted in the red light.

The thick liquid gushed out of the center of Shura's altar station, as if it were a molten metal liquid, but also like an energy, gradually covering the last razor knife, gathered in the scar gap and began to repair it.

Li Qingshan ordered Yin Qingqing to guard here. He left Shu 'an Yard with Xiao 'an. Before leaving, he looked at Luo Xiaoming again. He lay under the platform of Shu 'an's priests and looked up at the sky without moving. He looked very depressed.

“A depressed prince Ashuro? What a world, no wonder. ”

……

Autumn Feng Xiaother, a long sword flew past the wilderness, and the dead grass split on both sides, leaving a long trajectory and suddenly rushing into the sky.

Li Xiaoyuo walked along with his sword, and the wind blew in front of him. His heart was delighted. Just a short time ago, he survived the heavenly robbery in Qinghe Province and became a founding monk.

The battle in Big Buddha Mountain has come to an end. All kinds of messages have been sent back to Qing River Mansion. Although Li Qingshan said to keep him away from the Tibetan Sword Palace, he still can't help but go back and take a look. There is the starting point of his Swordsman's dream, and many loved brothers and sisters. Today, Qingzhou's situation is settled. The magic and locust disaster have been suppressed, believing that there will be no danger.

Though the Tibetan Sword Peak is no longer high, the surrounding scenery is getting familiar. On the horizon, if the heavenly peak is hidden, the Tibetan Sword Palace is close.

The sword flew over a peak, and two familiar figures stood at the top of the mountain. The purple robe swept with the wind and looked away at the Tibetan Sword Palace.

“Uncle Fu, Uncle Yu! ”

At a glance, Li Xiaoyuao thought that the two seniors in charge of the ten swords, jumped off the sword, and the long sword returned to the sheath, and the action suddenly took hold.

“Running away, you're all right, great!” Yu Zijian turned his head.

Li Xiaoyu saw the smiling face filled with kindness and care. He couldn't help but warm his heart and discovered that the bright face had been stained with a few bits, while Uncle Fu never turned his head, as if he was out of God.

Fu Qingyuan's character is famous in the Jiangyuan Palace. Li Xiaoyuan was not surprised. After practicing the "Heaven and Earth Hidden Sword Spectrum", he increasingly felt that the heavens and earth were wide open, and the small things were not worth worrying about. But when he walked forward, he followed Fu Qingyuan's gaze and looked over. He couldn't help but stare into his eyes and his face was stunned.

He would not be so surprised if the Palace of the Sword had been ruined.

However, only one of the buildings destroyed on a mountain peak has been repaired, and the green smoke has been raised. As if the Palace of the Hidden Sword in Trance had not suffered any catastrophe, it was only the light of the sword that crossed the mountain.

Yet the voice of Zen came with the mountain peak, relying on the sky peak to engrave a great Buddha, the first person to come here will surely think that this is a coffee blue ancient moment.

“Uncle, this... what's going on?” Li Xiaoyuao stumbled on his tongue.

“This is Tianlong Zen Yard.” Fu Qing finally spoke, but the words were full of bitterness.

It was the fearless monks who led the way north and rebuilt Tianlong Zen Court here.

Leaning on the summit of Tianfeng Mountain, the fearless monk suddenly stopped reciting the scriptures and left the palace, looking south.

“What is Abbot looking at?” A little sand sweeping down the leaves dared to ask.

“A few lost orchids. ”

“Where is it?” Xiao Sha Mi looked around.

“You're too young to see. You'll see when you grow up. ”

The fearless monk touched Shamiya's head. This is the hope of Tianlong Zen Court.