Legend of the Great Saint

Luo Xiaoming did not know whether to admire his audacity or "the ignorant fearless”. He is now nothing more than a manipulation of three heavenly robberies, different from the true demon of seven heavenly robberies.

When ants fight people, they always have a chance to bite hard, even if their backhand is crushed. Even if Li Qingshan risked his life trying to bite into poverty, it would be impossible.

But it's not surprising that Poor Qi's ‘preference’ for Li Qingshan, because if you look at it like a sermon, this guy is really strange, words and deeds are different everywhere.

“Do you have a way to break the Underworld Blood Vow? ”

That is the only explanation, because even if I were to go back to Ashuro Road right now and painstakingly repair it, it would never be possible to overcome poverty in such a short time. However, the way to lift the Pluto's blood vows must not be said to be true, but it is by no means something she can do.

Su Fan sneered: “If I could modify the Pluto blood oath, I wouldn't be here to grind my teeth with you. ”

Fingertips playing with the silk: “But I have a way, although I don't necessarily guarantee success, it's better than death, and there's a big secret involved. Li Qingshan, by virtue of your virtue, to the magic, I am afraid that even Tanqishan can't walk, let alone overcome the poverty. Let me ask you again, are you on your knees or not? ”

Li Qingshan drowned his head and his eyelids slightly. He stood there motionless and seemed to be pondering.

Su Fanling's umbrella stood and dressed like a glowing goddess in this rolling magic, while Li Qingshan was the lowly * * apprentice awaiting redemption.

Time passed, Su Fan was a little impatient. He turned his neck slightly: “Hey, have you thought about it? I don't have time to spend with you here! ”

"'Don't bother him,' said Xiao 'an. 'He's asleep. ”

“What!? ”

Su Fanxiao took a closer look. Li Qingshan closed his eyes and had a long breath. He was in his sleep.

In this war, Li Qingshan crossed almost two great boundaries, which is simply incredible in the practice of practice.

Regardless of how fast Goose Shadow is, how powerful Luo Xiaoming's blood is, how much Fabao Xiao 'an has, how insidious Qian Yongxi can be, if Li Qingshan just lived in the front, it will not play any role.

Any strategy is futile in the face of absolute power. Li Qingshan is like a mountain, silently assumed the vast majority of the pressure, maintaining a strategic offensive against the dragon.

Of course, practicing the Nine Changes of the Divine Demons is more than just strength with the Demon King. And the dragon is bound by the laws of heaven and earth, and cannot play the powerful power of the Emperor. It is only by eliminating each other that such a miracle is created.

Even so, the battle is tough and dangerous: the allure of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, his invincible strong enemies, and the threat of the Underworld, all require him to gather his spirit and fight to the end.

It's like walking a wire on a 10,000-strong cliff, and one inadvertent step is crushing bones. Strength has long been overrun, and as soon as wins and loses become known, tiredness springs up like a tide. The body is supported by the “divine power of the earth" and can still stand steadily here, or “to the last moment”.

As for Su Fan's conditions, he didn't take a second to think about them, as someone said to him: "Don't bow your head to anyone.” And he was deeply convinced that he didn't want to bow his head, let alone kneel.

Perhaps the Battle of Tinker Mountain is a disaster, but people can be killed, can't be scared to death, it's time to eat and sleep!

“Fascinated, you've lost count again.” Gu Yanshadow opened the fold fan and smiled slightly.

Luo Xiaoming was arrogant: “It's just another formidable enemy that can't be defeated. It doesn't scare Li Qingshan to sleep! ”

Su Fanmei's eyes flashed a little anger. He felt that he was acting like a fool. He held the umbrella handle tightly. Hate could not kill Li Qingshan now.

She didn't really intend to let Li Qingshan kneel down, she just couldn't help but find the scene. As long as Li Qingshan gave a little softness to a step down, she could rationalize her vows and give him help. I didn't expect him to be so disgraced.

However, if Li Qingshan is really soft, I'm afraid she will have to go further. The way to bewitch is to get a foothold, and she's not good enough to take advantage of it.

She was about to walk away, and trance saw a silent, waveless long river, winding in the void, beyond time and space, unable to judge by the concept of length and width, which was the legendary underwater river.

She bit her teeth and had to stand still. Now that she had met each other, the vows had officially begun. She must act as a "guide" and give Li Qingshan the right guidance. Otherwise, she will break her vows and fall into the river forever.

In the trance, as if to see a gentle smile, a pair of eyelid holes completely fronted, looking at her high above: “Fascinated, you better admit your fate! ”

“May I kneel and beg you? ”

Xiao An asked, with no expression on his face, his eyes were deep, as if the hole had penetrated Su Fan's inner struggle.

Staring...

Su Fanmao felt that she looked at herself in the eyes. It was no different than looking at a piece of wood. Besides annoying Li Qingshan, what good would it be to be kneeling? Even if she doesn't feel humiliated, Li Qingshan will surely be furious, becoming even less likely to be enchanted and even affect the process of the covenant, which must be her goddamn conspiracy.

Word for word: “No! ”

“Oh.”

Su Fan took a deep breath before pressing his anger: “Let this bastard wake up to me!” He turned and disappeared.

“What does she really know? ”

What will be the way that Luo Xiaoming's eyes shine and can defeat a god? Stand aside with this guy, but never worry about no fighting.

“Hey, wake up! ”

Gu Yan Shadow took a fold fan on Li Qingshan's forehead a little bit. Li Qingshan fell flashly, looked at his sleeping face and shook his head with a smile: “Everything, let's wait for him to wake up! ”

When Xiao Peng spread his wings again, Xiao An looked back into the depths of the demon.

I hope that one day you will tell me that this white bone path is wrong, that even those who endure suffering in the bitter waters of the Firehouse prefer those who have never existed before to those who have value and reason for their existence.

Magic Domain.

In a round of dark sunshine, on a plain of black earth, the camp stretches for thousands of miles, the noise boils down to the sky, full of evil distorted demons, vast and rugged warcraft, and from the surface, the two are often the same.

The sky is a dense, numb cave, like an empty eye nest, each leading to the same world - Kyushu.

However, this goal has been abandoned, and the army is withdrawing from the area in preparation for a new battlefield to invade another world.

“What's that? ”

Suddenly, the demon looked up and found that in the largest demon cave in the sky, a shadow like mustard seeds was left behind. If the field of vision was drawn closer, the shadow would be found to be pulling and distorting itself.

The dark sun seemed to light up, and the sky and earth changed color for a moment, and the magic shouted and burst into a rolling cloud, spinning and turning into a big swirl, and the center of the swirl was the twisted figure.

All the demons held their breath and looked up at the vision in the sky. The same word appeared in their hearts: "Demons! ”

This is precisely what the devils call the Son of Heaven, favored by the magic, which symbolizes an unparalleled gift and power.

The atmosphere of fanaticism seemed to sweep the wind for thousands of miles, igniting greed in the eyes of all the demons, even chaos and foolish beasts, panting in a hurry, instincts wanting to devour the imminent demon species.

Being a “Son of Heaven” on either side of the world means being blessed by heaven, and whoever dares to kill the Son of Heaven will be strongly rebuffed, even deadly enough, in a world of great will.

It's like killing your beloved son. Of course it's anger and vengeance!

But this is not the case with magic. Instead of being reversed, killing demons can take their destiny and reap enormous benefits. Not to mention that the Demon Race itself is the best magic potion in the Realm, devouring one of the most ordinary and weak demons is enough to make a qualitative difference in the mind of the Demon.

So whenever a “demon" is born, it triggers a fierce killing and struggle, and many demons die just as soon as they are born.

It's like being a vicious stepmother, deliberately giving the best toys to his or her most annoying children and sparking competition from other children.

This is the realm of magic, and even the divine mind is full of distortion and evil.