Legend of the Great Saint

The abbot of the Pure Land Temple in Heiyun City is a Yangon Monk and is honored as the “Yangon Master” or “Yangon Abbot”. He is taking advantage of the harsh winter season to purify the land contaminated by the devil. All of a sudden, I felt a slight slaughter and looked up at it. I couldn't help but look at the last dark and angry face.

In the process of "pure earth”, being attacked, ambushed and besieged by demons is a common meal, but that face is unlike any demon ever seen.

Though full of anger and killing intentions... that's not evil!?

This feels strange and utterly false. The demon people are inherently evil and unquestionably able. Anything can be done to destroy the good. It is even more extremely hateful towards monks. There may be many bad people in monks, but there is absolutely no good person in the demon people.

But his eyes are unusual. Ever since he passed the five heavenly robberies and proved Destro's fruit, the heavenly eyes have grown. It is easy to distinguish between true, false and false, between good and evil. At this time, instinct has to be applied, and he actually “looks away”!

It must be a mistake!

At the perilous boundaries of the demonic domain, he could not care less. He called the Buddha and photographed the demon with a "Buddha's Palm Demon".

Golden palms covered the sky, sanskrit chants poured from all sides, and millions of snowflakes collapsed in the air.

Li Qingshan couldn't move, like encountering a rat of natural enemies, an anger burst out of his heart: “This monk killed the killer without asking indiscriminately, seriously! ”

Suddenly no longer repressed that killing intent, the shadow body swelled, fangs clashed, full of anger, naked upper body, no longer the appearance of Li Qingshan, hidden resemblance to the great pride in the demon, arms muscles knotted together, and bombarded the palm of the Buddha!

Boom!

Earthquakes, frozen soil crumbled.

The Buddha slapped, fading away, leaving a huge palm print on the earth.

Abbot Yangon frowned. He had two more red marks on his palms. The demon's head had disappeared. Resisted him for a moment and escaped.

It's probably not a demon emperor, but can the demon emperor stop him? And that respect just now, too familiar, seems to be the horror of the lord of the color world?

The demon in the demon, but also the Buddha's Goddess. Even the Twelve Demons are not worthy of equivalence with him, and his disciple and grandson have not yet fallen into magic. If the people of Satan had his true intentions, they would never have been nameless. I'm afraid there will be another strong enemy in the human path.

The heavenly vision, the vision, and the hope of not wearing the dusty magic enclosed by the sinking demons. I really want to get rid of the grass and worry about the trap. Think about it or do it.

After a moment, the magic wind cloud changed color and seemed to confirm his assumptions. A suddenly appearing shadow of the heavens and the earth, even more horribly discolored, is that some evil god? But it seems impossible, otherwise there is no need to lure the enemy deeper, just come and kill him. The horrific power of evil gods can only be fought by human immortals.

At that moment when the shadow appeared, he had sprung his mind and quickly returned to Dark Cloud City, still feeling the palpitations.

The shadow travels rapidly underground towards the magic domain and has recovered its original face, with a golden palm print on its chest, severely traumatized. The palm almost scattered his demon, but it sobered him up. All the anger and killing in my heart disappeared. I just don't know what happened.

There is some kind of external force that is affecting his heart. The shortcut has to pay for it. The idol behind it is a hidden danger. We must find a way to get rid of it!

At this time, he felt light-hearted and had crossed the border area, officially entering the magic domain.

After so many battles with the Demon People, it was his first time in the magic, and he didn't have time to admire the magic scenery.

The dark sun in the sky seemed to light up and shine on Li Qingshan through a layer of haze magic.

For a moment, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the rolling magic converged towards Li Qingshan, hiding in the formation of a great swirl.

At the Whirlpool Center, he was so full of magic in his heart, he was so happy. As if the heavens and the earth were with me, all beings should bow down, and the Book of Freedom operates uncontrollably.

Li Qingshan is familiar with this feeling: “Am I the son of the magic! ”

It was both unexpected and natural. It is not surprising that he himself is deeply magical and practises the Book of Freedom.

But he never thought he would be classified as a demon. He had slaughtered many demons, and even Poor Demons were his great enemies. Magic hates him before it's too late, so how can you make him the son of God?

However, the chaos of the will of the magic domain seems to be unexpected.

The wind whistles, the flying sandstone, the uncontrolled expansion of the shadow, the incomparable force pours into the body, and the golden palm print on the chest is swallowed by darkness.

Waving, the wind and snow broke apart, revealing the dark day.

It's been a long time since he's felt this power.

Ten, one hundred, a thousand, still rising, but not ugly and twisted. On a dark day, Junwei is like a god. In this way, this feeling, he had experienced the last sacrifice in heavenly dreams, and now “dreams come true”, seems to go on like this, directly through five heavenly robberies, it is impossible to become a demon emperor, even stronger!

It happens to be a deserted area and during the cold winter months. Unless the army pulls up here and is ready to start a new round of fighting, no demon will wander here, it is looking for death.

So Li Qingshan caused a lot of movement, but only an audience like Abbot Yangon. He just took a quick look and quickly retreated.

However, just at this time, a black light emitted from the center of the black day, penetrating the top of the demon's head and clustering into his chest. Every inch of condensation into a microscopic black day, which was once abandoned by Li Qingshan.

In this scene, the whole magic realm looks up to it, including the twelve Supreme Demons, with four words simultaneously in their hearts - the Heart of the Dark Day Demon!

That was just a legend - the black sun fell into the demon's heart, and the thirteenth demon came back to life, ruled the magic domain, and became the master...

The legend is so outrageous that no one believes it. First of all, the black sun can't fall, it's just an image from above nine days. And there is only one demon in the demon, how can it be the thirteenth demon god, the location of the Lord of the Demon is not rare.

At this moment, however, the legend seems to be coming true and really related to the demon in the demon.

Only on Tinker Hill, the poor devil laughed: "Is that the boy? That's what keeps me waiting! No wonder the blood oath of the Underworld River can be established, but it can really be fought! Come on, let me take away your Dark Heart and be the Lord of Magic! ”

In the big wind, Li Qingshan suddenly heard the call if nothing: “Come, my beloved son, my delight, I have been waiting for you for a long time...” It seems to originate from the dark day in the heart and heaven.

“Who are you?” Li Qingshan asked Yantian.

“Go, my beloved son, my delight, go and be lord!” The wind hurries by the ear.

“There's no fucking end! Fuck you, sweetheart. I'm your old man! ”

Li Qingshan was furious. The only person he hated most in his life was to impose his will on him. A proud demon had bored him enough, and now there is no such thing as a fate.

Stick your hands in your chest and tear them apart! Pull out that round of dark day and step under your feet.

“My life is in my absence! ”