Legend of the Great Saint

The silver moonlight shines on the golden wheat fields, and the fireflies gleam by the pool swamp, reflecting on the black waters, seemingly with the stars.

A white figure glided through the black water, silently like a ghost, not even a firefly was spooked.

She walks through the wheat fields of the summer season, the air is full of harvest, she doesn't know the wars of practitioners, so long as she can survive, people will live their lives year after year.

The pale, slender hand strokes through the sharp Maiman, she leans her head all the time, and the eyes of the sky look at the sky instantly, as if to count the number of stars, as if to seek an answer.

Whoa, whoa!

A fresh summer breeze swept through, the wheat waves fluctuated, and the long seaweed hair drifted behind.

Star fire, far away in the sky, no answer.

So I looked to the distant villages. The golden mallow pierced his fingertips, dropped a drop of blood, turned into a pale spark in the wheat field, and spread silently.

In the blink of an eye, the undulating wheat waves turn into a flaming sea.

The wheat fields do not burn, they just lose their colour, become pale, leave no trace of life, and return to absolute silence.

White fires cross the pond swamp, and the star-dated fireflies fade, falling into the black water, sweeping a little ripple.

The fire burned, like a violent night breeze, across a mountain river, across a great river, through a village town pool.

In a quiet little village, the sleeping child, not knowing what to dream about, mumbled and turned over. The pale flame gently touched his forehead and he blended into the fire.

In the ancient towns, the elderly, who would walk on wood, endured the pain of illness, could not sleep, and became more eager for the continuation of life. A pale fire was reflected in the cloudy eyes, and the pain quickly disappeared, turning into a light fire with life.

In a sturdy city pool, Qinglou Chukan is actually doing a night song, brilliant lights, staggered preparation, silk bamboo orchestra, drunken laughter, tireless.

Beggars outside the door staring at the inbound and outbound luxury customers, wanting to go forward and not dare, wanting to back off and not give up, hiding between the shadows, unconscious, consumed their lives.

White flames poured in and out, the lights still glorious, laughter still in the ears, but the songs have finally dispersed.

In a pale wheat field, she spins her waist, her shirt flies, her footsteps are light, her gestures change, and she manages the flames of the plain, like a wanton dance, only against the stars.

Men and women, wise and foolish, good and evil, poor and rich, hopeless and hopeless, painful and joyful...

In this way, there was a difference between the clouds, but at this moment there is equality in this dance.

Yet life is not equal, even in the face of death, there is always a practitioner who refuses to admit his destiny, who wants to surpass his creation, occupy the famous mountainous land, lay down a great battle, secure the mountain gate, and the pale flame cannot invade.

She stood in the silver moonlight, spinning her body, lifting her arms, ringing her bell, her black hair floating, her rosary scattered and disappeared outside the mountains.

Once the mind turns, the sword light rises, twists and turns, and does not enter the void.

So the mountain gate broke, and the great battle died, and all beings perished.

When the East was faint, there was no more living creature, either the tiniest insect ant or the most powerful practitioner.

Far away villages do not have cooking cigarettes rising and do not smell chickens barking. Farther away the city pools became empty and everything remained as if nothing had happened.

The stars disappeared, the dance stopped, and the flames rolled back.

White bone cracks, inches healing, wrist lifting, an extra bead on top.

The hidden and breakthrough sign of Zhu Yan White Bone Road is the first time she has practiced the purpose of Zhu Yan White Bone Road, and the first solemn vow - infinite people have vowed to kill!

As if the invisible shackles had been lifted, the effect was unexpected.

The sea can be as deep as it can be because of its fine flow.

Just as mortal flesh and soul cannot be compared to practitioners, they are much more numerous and more convenient to kill. And there are essences in the grass, and every little thing can be turned into a star fire, into a ravine.

Perhaps this is the true white bone path.

In the blue sky, a black dragon ship crossed the sky, “Yongzhou Shepherd” overlooked the red field below, and when he received the message, he dared not believe it, but had to believe it, biting his teeth: “Buddha enemy! ”

Behind you all are silent. You cannot believe that this is what a practitioner can do. This is no longer a massacre, but an extinction.

The former king of flying locusts also overthrew the troubled sky in Qingzhou and devoured countless spirits. But that was after a long time of preparation, spreading the bug like a snowball. Even after the magnitude of the herd, it is not possible to turn thousands of miles into red land overnight.

The King of the Sky Locusts did not dare to show up easily. The Archbishops raised their hands to kill tens of thousands of locusts. Whatever the magnitude of the disaster, it was difficult to threaten them, and ordinary practitioners had the power to defend themselves. But even at this point, they felt deeply threatened.

An archbishop of the upper kingdom hesitated: “Your Majesty, I heard that the Master of the Left led twenty monks, and the ambush failed to kill this Buddha enemy, we...”

“As a Yongzhou herd, I cannot ignore it. Look, she's right there. Everyone's ready to go! It may be an opportunity, the only chance, to hear that she seems hurt. ”

She looked away at the blackship that flew in, wanting to move, and a green tree bud grew up, growing into a banyan tree, branches swaying, leaves screaming, the grieving face of the king of banyan trees emerged from the trunk: "Stop it! Ann, I beg you, you are an enemy to the world! ”

Even with unprecedented deductions, he underestimated her horrible. This flame is meant to be extinct, to destroy all living and dead. Her threat to the world on this side is by no means beneath ghosts and magic, or even more direct and deadly.

This is the path of Zhu Yan Bai Bone Road, the three obscure white bone fire burns out 3,000 worlds. In the past, only the presence of Li Qingshan greatly counteracted the influence of the white bone bodhisattva, making her never use its power in this way.

“Enemy? ”

Her eyes curled slightly, the ”Buddha" waved, the trees fell and the burning withered.

The heavens and the earth vibrated slightly, and there seemed to be no sound restraints torn apart, so there was no hesitation.

Mizuzhou Sentian City, the big banyan tree suddenly split a hundred feet of wound, and the tree juice rolled like blood.

Even though he is half the god of the world, in control of the power of the heavens and the earth, he cannot heal this wound. This is the sword that the Poor Demons must guard against.

By the time the Black Dragon King of Yongzhou Pastoral arrived, she was gone. The Great Brothers of Shangqing were relieved.

"Ask Longzhou for help," said Yongzhou Pastoral. ”