Legend of the Great Saint

The silence of the heavens and the earth, the sound of the wind and rain waves, all blended into that picture roll, the constant change is the inky people and dragons.

Between the movements, dragging long ink marks, the speed reached the polar point, only two male and floating ink marks crossed and crossed, chaotic, faster and faster, finally as if entangled together, form a swirl rapidly spinning, drawing a roll of chaos.

Everyone looked at the World War I, only Qing Danqing looked at the scroll in front of him, the blood flowed from his wrist, along his fingers to the tip of the pen, and drove through the painting.

Bi Blood Danqing, blood turned into ink.

His face grew pale, his spirit grew stronger, and with a little enthusiasm, he threw everything in the heavens and the earth behind his head, only in front of his eyes.

Gu Yanshadow looked back surprised and turned around to continue watching the war.

After not knowing how long, there was a sudden “clicking”, very slight but very clear, sounding in everyone's heart, breaking the silence between the sea and the sky.

One person fell from the air, pounding into the Ink Sea, and slowly surfaced again. Heran is Li Qingshan. His eyes were closed, he floated motionlessly on the surface of the sea, his long red hair spread out, one of his left legs and one of his right arms disappeared, his wounds were scarred, the wounds were not red blood, but black ink.

Gu Yan Shadow sighed, but turned into a sigh of sigh.

“Win or lose has been scored! ”

“Him, dead in battle?” Some of Baobao is incredible.

Gu Yanshadow shook his head, “He won. ”

Li Qingshan opened his eyes and looked quietly at the sky. His mouth raised with a smile: “Dragon King, you have lost! ”

The voice went down, and the clicking went from slight to roaring, and the roaring sounded all over the Ink Sea.

The scrolls gradually collapsed, falling into the sea, and the heavens and the earth were coloured again. That was the last time the sun was shining.

All spectators had a sense of trance and the battle lasted such a short time.

Ink appeared seamlessly and stood at sea. Just a few feet from Li Qingshan's head, he stared down at him.

“What, you want to fight again?” Li Qingshan looked up at him.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth rolled into his body, and the divine power of earth gave him constant strength. The fire of phoenix burned, removing ink, healing wounds, even the broken limbs were reborn in the curls of flames.

“Thousand Autumns is a powerful trick, especially on this inky sea, but it's no match for my fist.” Li Qingshan raised the freshman right fist in the flame, and the power of the shock really restrained this kind of means, and the end of the road frenzy knife sounded gently, “Well, there's the knife! ”

The Dragon King did not speak, nor did he strike.

He was well aware of one thing. Even with the whole of the Ink Sea as a dependency, he could not crush Li Qingshan. He could only support himself for a little while, and not be crushed so quickly.

In short, King Mo Hailong's destructive power cannot crush Li Qingshan through the turtle armor and cowhide, extinguishing the phoenix fire.

“It's strange that you don't have a gift. ”

Li Qingshan Road, the Dragon King of the Mo Hai, despite all the common means, none of them is a true gift of divinity, and for the demonic people, divinity is the fundamental of everything.

The victory or defeat is even more unknown if the Dragon King has any kind of aggressive magic to unleash the true cohesion of the immense power of the Ink Sea.

But what made him wonder was that the old Qingzhou demon prince Mu Yu, a guy who was a lot weaker than King Mu Hailong, could also use his talent.

'Cause I'm not a demon. ”The Dragon King finally spoke.

“Oh, you turned Mo Yu from painting to demon, and you still can't help yourself? It's really annoying to think about it. I've always seen it as a strong enemy. It turns out it's really just a painting, or a drawing of a soul! ”

Li Qingshan shook his head and suddenly jumped up. One punch smashed the ink seamlessly and splashed all over the sky.

“But whether you want to fight or not, I won't stop until I crush you completely! ”

Ink's seamless figure gathered in the distant sky and turned slightly to Li Qingshan. If he stopped doing so, it would be the greatest insult. But knowing it was invincible, and it was not his style, the dragon eyes in his eyes scattered, and then it turned into a blank, and suddenly the look was a little Xiaozo.

At this time, Qian Danqing completed the last one, depicting not the process of intense war, but the scene of the first dragon tiger shouting, then intense war, but as if they were all integrated into the painting, giving an infinite imagination.

He revealed a pale smile, his breath weakened to the extreme, before suddenly realizing that the battle had ended, searching everywhere for the figure of the Dragon King, behind him suddenly sounded a voice: “Good painting. ”

“Master! ”

Qingdan looked back, and King Mo Hailong was looking at the painting with a blank eye and exclaiming.

“Five absolute drawings, you've got a few essences, then you can study them yourself. ”

“Master, you...” Tan Tanqing felt something.

“Come out so long, time to go back. ”

Suddenly, the big sleeve waved, the ink sea swept up violently again, a circle of coastline gradually faded ink, shrinking and condensing towards the center of the sea, the last drop of ink rose to the sky, suspended in the hand of the ink dragon king, shot into the dantian field of Qiandanqing, merged into the lily of the limbs, the soul understood the sea, rolled and flowed in the blood.

And the inky sea below shows a blue color, eliminating the lingering influence of the Five Immortals and turning it into a blue sea. After all this, the Shadow of the Dragon King of the Mo Hai dissipated with the wind, and Qing Danqing reached out his hand, but only touched the warm sea breeze.

At the same time, in the distant void, a snow-white painting wall gradually emerged an ink dragon, correcting the desire to fly, but the eyes were blank, and at times seemed powerless, trapped only on the wall.

Two figures emerged, one in green and one in yellow.

The yellow robe customer asked: "Why did Daoyou stop writing, drawing dragons instead of lighting eyes, and losing his temper? ”

Qingcai replied: "The point is to fly out of the sky, forget it! ”

“Oh, okay, okay. ”

Yellow robbers are unbelievable. People in practice work hard to repair for thousands of years. It is also very difficult to fly up. With a painting from this district, it is ridiculous to dare to say that flying up outside the sky.

The man in blue looked at the dragon in the picture without realizing it.

The sun and moon rise and shine everywhere.

Looking back at the experience over the years, she couldn't help but cry like rain, wipe with her clothes and sleeves, ink stains on her sleeves, couldn't help but stay for a while.

“Danqing, are you okay? ”

Li Qingshan came over and asked with concern. He only saw Qingdan in black and dark. He could almost be invisible standing in the dark. It was really dark. Even his eyes were black.

“I...”

Tamdanqing looked at his hands and understood that the Dragon King used extraordinary means to integrate all the power of the entire ink sea into his body. He couldn't help but feel more sad and cry.

“Hey, don't cry. It's a waste. ”

Li Qingshan knew that Qingdanqing could not control this power at all now, let alone digest it.

“Aoyama, do you still count on what you promised me?” Qingdanqing wiped her tears dry and asked Li Qingshan.

“Sure,” said Li Qingshan.

“The graves are about to open. ”

“Then I'll come with you! ”