Legend of the Great Saint

In the dark and deep cave, there was only one ray of sunlight coming in, and Li Qingshan lay on his back in a gravel, his eyes straight to Venus.

Every inch of muscle is in * *, every nerve is howling, even the soul is heavily traumatized, one finger cannot move, only slightly trembling at extremely fast speed, his face is a little blurred, he silently digests the power of this punch.

“The power of" is so powerful, it's like crushing everything.

Almost punched into “paralysis”, if the city of Massachusetts is not so confident, then jump up to make up for a few punches, really to be beaten alive.

Even he, in wars of this magnitude, has little security, let alone certainty of victory.

Fortunately, however, he has long been used to wandering on the brink of life and death and pursuing hope in despair.

His eyes were stronger and he was beaten to death. So what? Just climb up. The generals were still fighting in front of him, and he had no doubt that they would carry out his command.

Forced to bear with the * * rushing out immediately, must wait for the wound to recover, while calling for help: "Ann, if you don't come again, I will be beaten to death. ”

A skeleton bead rolled out of his arms and turned into a tiny skeleton demon. The sound of a tooth collision seemed like a gag and a threefold white bone fire, condensed into three words in the middle of the sky: “Here I am. ”

Li Qingshan smiled, this is his real “bottom card”. He didn't come to die in this war.

The small world is moving faster, the fires are feng shui, and the world is alive. Everything from flesh to soul is recovering rapidly.

At the same time, the light blue light flashed in his eyes, presenting a delicate hexagonal shape, like two tiny turtle armor, carrying out "full spectacle" to focus on the battle scene.

The true disciples performed worse than he had expected. Not even a single one dared to belong with his enemies. Otherwise, with so many emperors joining forces with the demon emperor, they could definitely threaten the "Qiang”. The surprise attack of the fierce firearms god might be successful.

As a result, a large group of people, not even half of their strength, were just waiting to be slaughtered by the "bamboo”, not even ordinary sergeants. This is not a strategy or a power gap, it is simply a lack of willpower.

“Hey, it turns out the higher the status, the harder it takes! ”

At this time, however, there is no point in sparing your life, and I'm afraid none of these guys will get away with it until their hands are free.

Practice is never just a battle between strength and strength, but a confrontation between will and will. War has always been a confrontation of will at the highest level, and the weak have no choice but to die.

“Hey, Master Nguyen! ”

He was also surprised by the performance of Nguyen Yaozhu, who, despite some spiritual stimuli, showed strong willpower, deciding to die in the first battle, far surpassing the general fax disciples. It is not just those seeds that play a role, otherwise others would dare to go deep into the magic at such times.

“Oh no, I'm afraid she's going to be targeted. ”

Li Qingshan looked seriously. Can't you just watch her get killed? Stand up slowly and lift your arms.

Until he slapped her, his hands opened suddenly, and the bull demon - the earth force field - pulled her back from hell at the turn of a thousand shots.

Nguyen Yao Bamboo also reacted extremely quickly, flying straight into the mountain belly, one end stuck in his arms, surprised: “You're alive! ”

Li Qingshan laughed: "Do you think I'm dead? ”

Nguyen Yaozhu broke free from his arms and hurried: "Go now! ”

Li Qingshan laughed: "Where do you want me to go? ”

“Get out of here!” Nguyen Yaozhu categorically said: “This place is still within the reach of the attack of the 'Bamboo'. ”

“What about you? ”

“I am a true disciple of Vientiane sect. My brothers and sisters are still fighting. How can I survive? ”

Li Qingshan's heart shocked greatly. “If I leave, who will protect you? ”

Nguyen Yaozhu blinked and looked at him with a strange look and suddenly kissed him gently beside his face.

Nine colored deer came and looked forward to this scene. He shouted in his heart: "Woe to me! ”

Li Qingshan stunned for a moment and touched his cheek: “Sister..."

Nguyen Yao Bamboo's face is a little red, but quite frank: “Qingshan, you have fulfilled your responsibilities and have not failed my trust. ”

Nine colored deer shouted: “Li Qingshan, grab her and I will complete you! ”

At this time, Li Qingshan was always like a flower. He held Nguyen Yao Bamboo in his arms and kissed her on her pink lips. It took him a while to let her go: “Ha, that hurts! ”

“You're shameless! You're rude! ”

The face of Nguyen Yao Bamboo is red and angry. Resolved that if they were to force her to stay, she would be forced to die. I thought about it, and then I wept. Anyway, she's dying.

“Don't cry!” Li Qingshan wiped away her tears and said proudly: “We haven't lost this battle yet! ”

From the great battlefield beneath Dark Cloud City, to the distant realm of magic, is a sacrificial blood path.

Abbot Yangon leads all the disciples of the pure earth temple, standing on this avenue. The cries of battlefield shock heaven, as if it were close by, and the huge figure of "chubby" cannot be ignored.

He glanced with anxiety, then sat down and let go of the wooden fish. The disciples also sat around him and began to recite scripture.

A round of golden light opened up and began to purify the land.

This is their task, to cut off this path of sacrifice, so that the battlefield is no longer within the realm of magic, and the demons lose ground. The battlefield situation will change dramatically, even reverse.

However, things are far from simple, the war has been going on for far too long, both sides know each other's tricks, so obvious loopholes, will the demons not have a way to cope?

The light of pure soil had not shined for long, and a demonic army made up of cavalry was blown up. There were 10,000 people riding fierce warcraft directly against the Abbot of Guangdong under the reign of the Demon King.

The demon king waved an iron trident, and the condensed monster surfaced: "The bald donkey is dead! ”

Looking down from the sky, a team of hundreds of monks, in front of 10,000 demon cavalry, was a mantis arm as a car.

Abbot Yangon was so colorful, he knocked on the wooden fish, knocked on it and stopped, one word at a time: "South, none, A, Mi, Dao, Buddha! ”

Behind you rises a Golden Light Buddha, and behind you is a round of Buddha Light Purity.

Every time a word is thrown up and a wooden fish is knocked out, the military monster is severely traumatized, and after six words, it collapses.

Crazy demons look confused, pain intertwined with remorse, and throw away their weapons with their heads in their hands. And the beast fell directly to the ground, moaning. The Demon King swayed, as if he were drunk.

The Big Buddha is like a flower, gently holding the Demon King, banging.

The monks cheered for a moment. Even in the magic domain, Abbot Yangon was not afraid of such an army without the ruler of the demon emperor. The demon emperor still had some threats. The demon king came to die, but his face became more concentrated.

Because the second demon army then arrived, still led by the demon king, there were only 10,000 people, driving the demon in front behind them, or killing them immediately.

The demons rushed in confusion. The martial monks guarded the abbot and had to kill him. The soil, which had just been slightly purified, was contaminated again.

When the Big Buddha killed the second Demon King and the Demon People's Army began to hesitate, the third Demon People's Army arrived and drowned the monks led by Abbot Yangon.

Though it did not pose any threat to him, the three demon kings and 30,000 demons in the district completely destroyed Abbot Yangon's plan and dragged down a two-fruit Rohan.

At this time, we saw the distant Xuan Wu Army God and the fierce Fire Army God, which were defeated by "Zhu”, and they were still entangled in the Demon People's Army, neither killed nor killed.

“Abbot, how can this be good? ”

Abbot Yangon sighed for a long time. He saw the demon people coming. A sinking villain, obsessed with obsession, raised a fire in his heart. He recited the six-word spell: “Where's the buzzer?" ”

The Big Buddha's face also flashed with anger, radiant incarnation, golden Buddha clothes faded, muscle knots, blue and black skin, fierce evil, horror, more victorious than the devil, holding a golden sword, behind the fire bear bear, appeared to be angry, turned into the King of Light.

He jumped, landed in the Demon Army, and started killing!

Breaking all the obstacles, the blood flowing straight into the river, the corpses running all over the place, still stopping.

King Ming opened the road and Abbot Yangon got up and walked to the battlefield: "Let me live happily ever after! ”

The monks held their hands together for ten years, and all voiced: “Live happily ever after and return to pure earth forever. ”

Abbot Yangon moved his ear and heard a strange ringtone, like a silver thread, penetrating the noisy battlefield.

A ray of pale flames spread from the direction of the magic, touching the demon's body, such as the fire oil, burning more, even buried deep underground “sacrifice”, infiltrating the earth's demonic blood, is also ignited, the eyes turn to burn a fire, and then burn to the demons.

They burned out in the flame, and there was no colour of pain on their faces. Instead, there was a smile of peace and joy, which was unusually weird. It seemed that it was not the monks who were going to live happily ever after, but them.

In the fierce fire of the bear, Abbot Yangon opened his eyes and couldn't believe it: “Three obscure white bones fire!” Perhaps in the light of fire, his face pale for a moment.

“White Bone Bodhisattva? ”