Legend of the Great Saint

Massachusetts laughed: “Is that it? ”

Below Black Cloud City is within the scope of the attack of "Ying". It abandoned Xuanwu Legion, mentally locked Li Qingshan, and struck like a black mountain.

“Being so big is just a live target! ”

It's not courage, it's stupidity, military possessed of the god of war, and not yet a rival of the "bamboo”. Not to mention now that he doesn't have a military guard, he's going to turn into powder after a punch. No matter how close he is to an outbreak, it will not be possible to bridge this huge power gap.

But he chewed on his lips and said in his heart: "No, you can't win. This is death for nothing! ”

Li Qingshan didn't think so. Blade pointed at the back of "Yingshan": “And this! ”

The city of Massacre turned back suddenly, only to see the fire of the plains burning from afar, burning down all the sacrifices and bones, resentment and sorrow.

When the three obscure white bones burned out the last trace of the unjust soul, the laws of heaven and earth broke.

On the battlefield, the magic fades quickly, leaving only an endlessly spinning swirl of blood.

At that moment, all the demons panicked, as if they had lost their shelter.

The military was distracted and dissipated.

The power of the 12-Door Demon Shadow Array has also been considerably reduced.

The Great Battle is weak, the Demon God is weak.

“Zhu" 's figure suddenly turned small, his arm much shorter, a punch in front of Li Qingshan.

The heavens and the earth split asunder, and the earth soared with dust and mist, and was instantly swept away by the great wind.

Redhead danced in the wind, Li Qingshan stepped across the turbulent land and a round of seismic waves, as if treading waves, without moving a sound.

In the heart of Bancheng, he panicked, but listened to Young-chul's message: “Don't panic, but without the blessing of the devil, you still stand undefeated. ”

In the heart of Massachusetts, he became more and more uneasy. The magic has never “good intentions”. Li Qingshan, whose heart hates to destroy his good deeds, said: "He must be killed immediately! ”

Lift your right arm back and high, as if it had touched the sky, your five fingers open like a big cloud, suddenly blurred, disappeared, photographed!

This clap was inescapable. Li Qingshan drank and asked: “Where are the people? ”

“The end will be here! ”

The Five Army Captain has long discovered his return, because the Eleven Demons are presiding over the "Twelve Devils of the Twelve", and the Holocaust cannot see these “little lords”. Unless the army fails like a mountain, the demon emperor will not threaten them at all. He is stubborn to live to this day, and none of them are dead.

Dai Mengfan suddenly discovered that Li Qingshan's dancing redhead room was wearing a five-pole flag, and said to his surprise: “Just now, he can't believe he kept these flags! ”

In fact, thanks to Lu Birming's "Giant Spirit Armor”, he took on a lot of damage, otherwise he really couldn't afford to protect these flags.

People's hearts change easily, fast as lightning. Military aura came as a cloud.

A golden iron resonated like a thunderbolt, and the earth swept. Li Qingshan waved the knife across the street, hard blocked this palm.

“Xuan Wu Army God” again? No, it's Ashuro!

He is now commanding not a human sergeant, but an Ashuro warrior. Though half of the battle is dead, the rest are Hundred Warrior lions, unyielding souls.

The highly condensed military force formed a bloody armor on him, rather than a direct condensation into the "Xuan Wu Army God”, with almost no breakdown under the palm of the "Xuan”.

However, at the cost, it is also not possible to provide full protection such as the "Xuan Wu Army God”. A large proportion of the damage needs to be borne by Li Qingshan himself.

His mouth was spilled with blood, five dirty pieces, and every bone was trembling as if it were breaking at any moment. Even if weakened, it is still incomparable.

The massacre of Wancheng was equally incredible, and then regretted that the fax disciples who should not greed should first destroy the entire Xuanwu army. Who would have thought that the insignificant ants would be the key to influencing the war?

“I'll kill you! ”

“Zhu" grabbed Li Qingshan's head, the battle helmet twisted between the five fingers, and the headache cracked.

So the technique was reinvigorated. However, this time, it will be Li Qingshan's head that will be crushed.

Under the bloody vortex, Ashuro was immortal, his wounds quickly recovered and he was still no match for the destruction of the "havoc”.

Three-minded white bone fire burned silently to the battlefield, quietly devouring flesh and soul and living demons.

“Zhu” turned his eyes and searched desperately for the owner of the flame.

In fact, Xiao 'an had come to the battlefield long before the war broke out.

She lay in a canal left behind by the flash flood, as if she had buried a white bone that had been washed out for many years, triggering the fire with a skeleton demon that had already been buried.

She needs to grasp the scene and choose the best time to ignite the fire. It's even less breathless, and not even "shudder” can spot it.

Without military sanctuary, ordinary demons could not resist the three obscure white bone fires. As soon as they contaminated a star and a half point, they instantly stained a torch. Even stranger, when every demon was burned out, their faces showed the expression of peace and joy that demons should never have.

This is not destruction, but superiority.

Li Qingshan not only resisted his attack, but when “Qingshan" drowned his head, his eyes gathered light, and his head shouted a "Tiger Demon Whistle Kill”.

Howl, the tigers are moving!

The wind broke his face, his eyes closed, his head backwards. Though angry in the heart of Wancheng, he felt that things were beginning to get beyond certain. He seemed to have begun to do something about Li Qingshan.

Between turns, the battle is reversed.

The true disciples' eyes fluttered and their moods fluttered. Daimonfan was confused and confused. It was time for the war to retreat. If you want to fight, you don't seem to need them. If you want to back off, is it stupid to back off now?

The demon emperors changed their color: “What kind of fire is this? ”

Ying-chul said, “The white bone bodhisattva's three obscure white bone fire! ”

Bodhisattva! ”

All Demon Emperors are horrified, fierce, violent, and even somewhat chaotic, and they're like a bunch of frightened children at the moment.

They do not necessarily know the true meaning of the two words, but only that they have survived eight heavenly robberies and stood at the peak of the entire practice. If it is Buddha himself, the Twelve Demons will not be able to protect them, and they must first flee back to the magic.

“No, it's not! ”

Young-chul was also terrified at first sight of the fire, but soon calmed down. It was found that it burned only the people of the devil, but it did not burn mankind, even the dead bodies, leaving their souls alone or going to hell, or ascending to Ashuro. This is not the style of white bodhisattva. In the eyes of white bone bodhisattva, all beings are equal, how can there be a demonic difference?

“is a white bone heir! ”

The pale flames burned all over the Battlefield. Both regiments advanced as if they were dead and decaying. They had approached the "Twelve Dollars of Heavenly Demons" and a wave of shouting and killing came to their faces.

The face of the demon emperors is pale in flames. If this battle is defeated, they will all be condemned to death.

“In that case, we can only invite the true demon to come. Hopefully, the scum that slaughtered Bancheng is ready to accept the idea of the Goddess of the Shaitan. ”

Young-chul had a pale smile on his face. He was the host of the Twelve Apocalypses. The commander of this war, Massacre City, was nothing but a clown doomed to be sacrificed.