Legend of the Great Saint

The true disciples were like cicadas, no one dared to go forward to rescue them, even if they were fearless of life and death Wan Jianfeng released the handle of the sword, a horror beyond death blocked his footsteps.

Just like facing the abyss, even the bravest warrior will stop, unrelated to cowardice, entirely out of instinct, because the abyss is unconquerable and cannot even stare for long, otherwise it will create the illusion of falling down, and the abyss is staring at you.

Gentlemen of the Xuan Wu Regiment, after losing their enemies, were also lost. They finally killed through the enemy formation and came to the front of the "Twelve Buddha Demons", but what do we do now?

Without a new command, and that giant pillar, they couldn't help it.

With the convergence of the bloody vortex in the sky, the power given to them by Ashuro Dao faded like a tidal wave, leaving them feeling deeply tired and unable to bear this iron armor, even this flesh, if not supported by a steadfast will, most of them would have to fall like demons.

A desperate plague spreads, and they have obeyed the orders of the army and followed the general to the end of the death battle, but still cannot win?

The man whom they had entrusted with all their hopes seemed to have lost his power of resistance, and there was a grievous scream in the sea: “General! ”

The knife handle slipped from Li Qingshan's hand, at this moment he was so lonely.

He has not given up fighting, but his arms have been completely twisted, accompanied by unprecedented intense pain.

Even far beyond the bitterness of hell he had experienced before, whenever he thought the pain had reached its limit, those forked giant trees were forked further, multiplying exponentially, tearing through every bone, every blood vessel.

Then Ashuro's immortality seems to have become the source of pain, ordinary people must have gone mad, even if it is a determined practitioner of the will, fear has created a desire for death.

There is great terror between life and death. Li Qingshan is no exception. He is scared to death and in pain to death.

And ironically, every time this happens, the passage of time is incredibly slow, so that he can clearly discern every trace of fear and pain, and he can't help complaining: "Why should I suffer this sin?” You'll regret it too: “I knew you wouldn't come. Fuck you, you turtle bastards! ”

But when that thought flashed, he couldn't help laughing, laughing that he was mortal at last.

But when that smile came to his face, it was just a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth.

He glanced a little stunned: “Is he laughing? ”

In those eyes, neither hatred nor anger, silently endured pain in the abyss of fear, still drawing every drop of strength from the infinite earth, injecting this broken body, and then hanging a giant tree with flesh and blood and forking countless pieces.

Boom... Boom... Boom... This dense noise of numbness makes my scalp numb, the fax disciples glare at me as if looking at a monster.

When he gave up his defense and went mad, they were already very shocked, and the feeling at this moment is simply unspeakable.

Ying-chul also felt a shock, suddenly realizing that the failure of the slaughter of Wancheng was not accidental, and that the opponent could not have been defeated by anyone.

“What the hell is this guy doing here? It's more like the Demon King than the Demon King. He can't cultivate such a disciple. Wait, he... he can't be the legend chosen by the magic domain! ”

Li Qingshan is still struggling in an ugly way. Even though the battle died here, even if it didn't reach nine days, he never failed in his life. And as long as you're alive, even if there's only one moment left, keep moving forward.

A thought flashed in his heart: "Weird, maybe he's really a legend!” Even harder: “Dead legends are not legends! ”

“Let him go!” An angry voice, the pale sea of fire burned the bodies of millions of demons, and the flames converged on a crystal white bone in the sky.

The silent flame became raging as if it were a silent fire.

“Don't you dare come out!” There have been some accidents. When did the White Bone Path become so meaningful?

Xiao An did not say anything, the flames of the sky stirred into a pale bone claw and grabbed it hard towards the claw.

Reflecting the paleness of the heavens and the earth, the claws of the bones congealed with the three obscure white bone fires of millions of demon corpses are even bigger than the claws themselves, this grasp is simply astonishing.

“If you survive five days of robbery, there are still threats.” The claws broke down and broke apart into ordinary white bone fires.

Like the massacre of Wancheng, Xiao 'an has not yet proven the fruit of Stuart. It is difficult to manage the three obscure white bone fires that the bodies of millions of demons have become. If it is against the ordinary demon emperor, it is only natural to catch one death, but there is some power to deal with the incarnation.

“Hmm?” The flame spread, and while she was waiting to be killed together, suddenly discovered that dozens of tiny skeleton demons on the ground rushed into the "Twelve Dollars of Heavenly Demons", one of his totem columns.

Turns out, she also realized that she was in no way a threat. The bone claw was nothing but a blow to the west, and the key was to destroy the "Twelve Dollars of Heavenly Demons".

“Mercy machine, unfortunately useless.” Pushing his hand down again, a black giant tree pierced the sky and smashed every skeleton. She dodged continuously and was still hit by a giant tree, her sternum ruptured and she fell from the air.

Abbot Yangon finally discovered the white bone heir who was searching for bitterness, but was amazed at how angry she would be. Looking at the white bone in the sky, looking at Li Qingshan, suddenly he understood something. Standing up, reciting the six-word spell, Ming Wang's body, rising to the sky, waving his sword and chopping it to the ceiling: “Surrender! ”

His eyes shrugged slightly: "Good bald donkey, dare you come to die too, want to go to the world of joy? I want you to live forever! ”

A hand grabbed him in his hand and crushed him, awaiting the complete erasure of his presence, a Buddha light descended from the sky, covering his wrinkled hands, silently disintegrating into sand, revealing the soul of the abbot of Yangon, glowing faintly.

The sky is filled with clouds and Sanskrit chants, as if they were close and out of reach, making people yearn for it.

"'Bring the Buddha light,' cried Rin. ”

This Buddha light comes from the western world of joy and is introduced by the Buddha himself, but is not enjoyable by ordinary monks.

He was suddenly aware that he was not the only observer.

Abbot Yangon has a peaceful face, his hands are together 10: “Qingshan, the old monk can only help you here. Your heart is merciful, you have an affair with Buddha, there must be an extraordinary creation.” And yet another glimmer of compassion: “Colour is emptiness, and emptiness is color, which the old monk does not fail to understand. The world is not pure earth, and all beings are stubborn, but worthy of sacrifice. South Amitabha Buddha! ”