Legend of the Great Saint

By igniting 30% of the world's creatures, you can basically suppress the ghost tower...

This is the result of her calculations, but once she begins to do so, the remaining 70% of the living spirit will inevitably react violently. The Great Banyan Tree King has occupied the land of the six states, and if he wants to become the god of the Kyushu, he will resist it with all his might, rather than burn it down completely.

The Great Banyan Tree King's body is huge and unmatched. The branch roots are intertwined. It is almost invincible in Kyushu, but it is subject to the restraint of the Sword of the Buddha and should not be too difficult to solve. By virtue of his deductive abilities, this should also be recognized.

I hope he does his best to take down the ghost tower. Otherwise, when Aoyama returns, he must be furious.

But even if he's angry, he must do it!

Because she can't leave until he gets back.

Deep Mountain Ancient Temple, Red Leaf Xiaoxiao, falling on the steps.

“This is the Tsukasa! ”

Qian Danqing stood in front of the temple. Her heart was full of amazement, and she turned back suddenly. She was stunned to find herself standing behind her silently. Once she attacked the moon white monk clothes were perfectly commensurate with the view of the ancient temple, but her divine color never matched any scenery. Her hands twisted a strange long sword, even more so the unknown scenery.

“My promise to Qingshan has been fulfilled. You have also received a hundred rolls of wonder paintings by Mrs. Dong. There are many perils in this painting. Please step back! ”

“Boo-hoo, kid, talk big, what kind of danger can there be in this shitty place, when you see the false dragon, chop him off a few swords, you'll know who's dangerous.” The Immortal Abandoned Sword soul laughed sharply and completely broke the atmosphere of tranquillity.

Qian Dan's face changed dramatically, the little buckle finger bounced gently on the blade, when the fairy abandoned the sword soul no longer spoke.

“When you leave the graveyard safely, the promise will be complete. ”

“Well... well!” Danqing stepped on the red leaves and picked up the steps.

Xiao 'an followed closely. When she stepped onto the first step, the steps suddenly spread like cloud smoke. The red maple trees on both sides swept up and really burned, and the flames of the bear rolled up on her.

Qingdan Qingfang only saw that everything around him was a painting, and the flame was close to him, but he had never felt the slightest heat. Instead, it was the hidden heat of blood boiling, very comfortable.

One step apart is the double world.

He couldn't help but pause and worry about the return.

Xiao An stomped steadily in the void, faceless, unheard of.

The fairy abandoned sword wraps around, and the surrounding scenery is instantly shattered, unable to touch her one by one.

Immortal Abandoned Sword Book is the master of Sword Cemetery. Sword Dao is also the way to kill. Whether it is destructive or destructive, it is far from comparable to painting Cemetery.

“I don't need your protection. I beg you, Ann, get out of here! ”

The blue-faced, bitter, arched hand was meant to protect the tomb. The flowers and trees here are famous paintings, but they were so mercilessly torn apart, it really hurts his heart to drip blood.

Xiao 'an said nothing and had no intention of quitting.

Tsukuba tumult, more scenery joined the attack, but all were crushed by the sword of the immortal abandonment.

“Alas, I'm scared of you! ”

Danqing dared not to stay any longer. He rushed forward desperately. Xiao 'an followed him without delay. Xian abandoned his sword to tear apart all obstacles and create an empty space.

Deep in the Zen Room, deep in flowers and trees, cover the snow and white painting walls, and the dragon floats and flies.

Qingdan Qingyuan saw it from afar. Hundred years ago he shouted: "Master! ”

“Hey, this old blind man, why don't you chop him up! ”

The fairy abandoned sword soul laughed, Xiao 'an put it away. In front of this painting wall, the surrounding scenery suddenly stabilized, and no longer attacked her madly.

Dan Qingbai fell in front of the painting wall, and Mo Long lowered his head, as if looking at him, but there was only a blank space in his eyes. The ink around him was very faint, and the battle in Mukhai, while not damaging his body, also had a considerable impact.

"" Danqing, you're here. ”Looking up at Xiao An again:“ What do you have to say? ”

“There's only one question: Do you want to fight us after you get out of trouble? ”

Xiao An pressed the Buddha Sword again to save an enemy in order to fulfill his promise. Li Qingshan would do that, but she would not. Besides, to ensure safe access to the painting graves, even if the promise is fulfilled.

“So that's what you really want! ”

Danqing stood up, blocked in front of the painting wall, and looked at her angrily.

“Danqing, stand down.” King Mo Hailong gave a solemn order.

“Yes, Master!” Even if he is unwilling, he can only push aside.

“If I said no, would you believe me?” Dragon King Ink Road.

“Daoists don't hesitate to lie, even if it's a lie.” Xiao Andao.

“So you're trying to force me to promise not to fight you again? ”

A thunderstorm broke through the sky and the clouds gathered in layers, and there was a storm coming.

Qian Danqing was anxious, knowing that the master was lonely, would never be coerced, but under such circumstances, it was never possible to be the opponent of this “Buddha enemy”, he could not think of his hardest but did not kill the master.

“Life and death are not forced. The Dragon King chooses freely, but I still hope to spare the First World War. ”

“Why?”

“If I kill you, your disciple will be avenged, and I will kill him, but he is a friend of Aoyama, and I would not do so if I had to.” There's actually another reason why painting can't be “eaten”.

King Mukhai was silent, and only the clouds became thicker and thicker.

Four eyes are opposite, a pair is blank, a pair is empty; blank and heartfelt, blank and heartless;

Since he has a heart, he cannot fail to be concerned, such as this disciple, who is ready to work hard for him, such as the dream of flying the sky and wandering the seas.

Ruthlessness is close to taking off, people in the painting, the mind is outside the painting, the words are not even like threats, but an incarnation of some kind of rule.

King Mo Hailong sighed: “If Li Qingshan says this to me, I will fight him again anyway! ”

“Aoyama wouldn't say such a thing. ”

“I will never fight you again. ”

Xiao An slightly bowed his head, waved his sword and broke the tomb, leaving.

“Wait, I was going to give this painting to Aoyama as a thank you gift, and now I want to forward it to you. ”

Danqing stared deeply at her and handed over a scroll of painting.

Unroll the painting, Xiao An's color slightly moves, like a ripple over the lake, his eyes do not instantly concentrate on the painting.

Turns out it was a portrait of Li Qingshan. He stood there casually at the waist, with long black hair and a bright smile at the corner of his mouth. Though it did not contain any power, it was just an ordinary painting, but it poured out all the strength of Qing Danqing's heart. But only Xiao, Xuxu was alive, as if the real person were standing in front of him.

“I hope you don't forget him! ”

Xiao 'an returned to God and responded with an indiscriminate voice, dropping a pile of scrolls and disappearing into the cracks.

The hundred volumes of wonder paintings staring at the ground are also stunning. This is nearly a hundred Fa Bao grade paintings. I just threw them all at him. I couldn't help laughing. Is this the resentment of learning Qingshan clearly?

Deeply relieved, he turned to face the wall and a brush was already in his hand. Pour a drop of blood into the tip of the pen and point it towards the wall.

The pen fell silently, two points in a row.

Boom, the painting wall smashed, the dragon flew away.

The tombs violently shook, and all the scenery turned into rapidly spinning colors in the kaleidoscope, converging towards the orthodontic dragon.

Between these pennies, Qian Danqing has exhausted his heart. In a spin of the day, his body fell downwards and fell straight into the great desert where the night descended. In the mirage of the changing colors, there was a dragon shadow traveling back and forth. Each shuttle became even bigger. At first, he could still see his body. Later, he saw only one and a half squared claws.

The last giant faucet protrudes from it, followed by a long body, as if it were immersed in the mirage of the Mirage, with its changing colour and texture in the dark.

A dragon roared through the desert, and the dragon rose empty, and the tomb ceased to exist and merged with him.

The hypocrisy trapped in the painting can finally roam the world like a real dragon.

Qingxiao Cave Mansion, Shimen open.

A moonlight hits the empty, dark hillbilly, capturing her figure.

The cave that was created in earnest is now so humble.

And she drifted down, and she opened the scroll, and her hands gently brushed over the portrait.

Even though Zhu Yan's white bones are wonderful, he still has an impenetrable hue. He couldn't help but frown and wet his eyes.

The moon is bright and the tears are clear.

How could I forget him?