Legend of the Great Saint

In the deep, infinite darkness, time becomes blurred, as if a long time has passed, and as if only for a moment.

But he clearly remembered that on the twenty-third occasion, the mirror coincided with the body weight.

His brain was badly stabbed, and he returned to the "status quo ante” again, and all the "wrong” ideas were corrected. It turns out that “beginner" is such a “headache” thing.

The pain came and went fast, suddenly hearing broken memories, crisp as thin ice, debris melting in black water.

I don't know what I've forgotten, but I can't help but tremble slightly.

Through his perception of self-consciousness, he understood one thing: nothing is absolutely unimportant. Important things always consist of a whole bunch of unimportant things. Behind epic heroes are always alive and dead.

Like a colorful picture, dark ink erodes from the perimeter, so how long can those so-called important things last?

In the void it would not be a loss of power, and here he is losing himself.

I also felt a kind of creepy black humor. Once I lost most of my memory, I was in Hell's Sun God, closer to the original definition of the name "Li Qingshan”.

If you ask, who is the real "Li Qingshan"?

The answer is very simple: who is strong and who is "Li Qingshan”!

This is a practice, a collision of forces, an endless confrontation of will, the weak do not deserve to bear the name, the weak do not deserve to own anything.

He has been cruising in the ruins for a long time and has yet to see anything, be it a ray of light or a grain of dust, but endless black water.

In his mind, however, there is a clear “map” that cruises continuously, starting from the point where it enters the ruins, and the trajectory of the cruise is like a vortex, expanding continuously.

Meanwhile, he still releases light and tours thousands of miles around with "glow to the ground”, so the circle can go around a lot.

But in the infinite ruins of return, it's still like a lost firefly, wasted of light.

Yet this light is more than just light, it contains a message that continues to spread further afield where the light is devoured by darkness, using deep black water as a medium.

The heart has a rhinoceros - the second kind of new divinity that the tortoise has become.

It is a means of telecommunication that allows him to communicate with his mind over a very long distance, allowing him to peep in with "all the glare” while still drawing his fingers and feet.

Generally speaking, it doesn't seem to be very useful, but it can be used as a signal tower right now. Continuous signals are sent in the hope that they will be received by the "Returned Prisoner”.

Because too complex a message can easily be lost, there are only three words in that message to ensure that the signal travels far enough —— who am I?

Not only does it simplify the signal to the extreme, but questions are easier to draw attention to. If there are potential enemies, without exposing their purpose, they will be treated as a meditative ordinary tortoise.

Perhaps it is also a constant reminder.

Everything was planned, and there was a meticulous, but still a silly way to do it.

The future is slim, and perhaps the next moment will be a response, perhaps never.

Ultimately, it's like a frog in warm water, cooked. By the way, the frog isn't that stupid, and as perhaps the smartest race in the world - the Turtle - he can't escape that fate.

So he started spinning endlessly in endless black water.

108th - The mirror coincides with the body, and after the pain of habit, another part of the memory is lost.

One thousand and eight hundred times —— the mirror coincides with the body, the Book Mountain in the skyscraper, he can't even recall one. Including The Book of Freedom, this is the only book title left.

How long has it been? A year and a half? Ten, eight years?

He doesn't remember? It was a good calculation, every coincidence was basically the same, but now he's forgotten about it. And every time it coincides, it is forgotten, because the memory of this message is completely meaningless and weakens his willpower.

Time has become a vague concept.

Three thousand five hundred and twenty-eight times —— as if he wasn't spinning, but the whole ruins were spinning, and death was nothing more than an illusion, in fact a great swirl, spinning at extremely high speeds.

Just like humans don't feel much of the rotation of the Earth, this vortex is too big, and in it, it's always the same speed, so it doesn't feel like it's moving on its own.

And he thinks he's following the exact trajectory, in fact, at the center of the whirlpool.

Of course, he wasn't sure if it was a real deduction or a false illusion. With the massive loss of memory, everything becomes obscure.

Seventy-seven hundred and fifty-nine times -- who am I?

He closed his eyes slowly, fixed the tortoise and turned ninth, and it was over!

He had sacrificed his name, but had never responded.

Before despair emerged, he began to retreat quickly, calm to the extreme, and tired to the extreme.

With the last will, send the last message and fall into permanent sleep.

“Who am I?!!!!! ”

Suddenly, a voice broke into his sea of awareness, like a landslide crack, like a thunderous shock, like a million lions yelling together, awakening him from his sleep, unable to help but retreat into the shell of a tortoise.

The sound was still violently echoing, and the tortoise shells were trembling for a while, seemingly turning into some kind of instrument.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes and a ecstasy floated in his mind. Although he almost forgot why he was happy, he still felt happy.

“I found it? ”

Silent black water is raging wildly, forming countless vortexes and turbulences, every vortex, every turbulence, hundreds of times bigger than his body, and even the demon emperor is easily torn apart.

And he was fearless, as the turtle became completely complete and complete, he had become a pureblood turtle, using every vortex as a signpost, every turbulence as a path to accelerate towards the depths of the ruins.

All of a sudden, a fluctuating shadow lay in front of me, like a giant beast lying on the ground, from endless darkness to endless darkness, for thousands of miles!

“It's the mountain! ”

He never thought that one day, seeing a mountain would surprise him so much, so kind.

Not only because it was a ruin, but he lost all memories of the mountain, including his own name, which was the first mountain he had ever seen in his life.

He approached slowly, and the vast voice was coming from this mountain, and the rock that stood was close, but he found nothing else, except that the mountain was a mountain stone.

He scanned the entire mountain range carefully and found that there seemed to be a few words engraved on the most majestic peaks between the mountains.

He came to the neighborhood and looked at the three big words - Camel Ridge!

The name seemed familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it and still haven't found any creatures, and I shouted, "Where are you? ”

A voice a million times bigger than his voice responded, "I'm at your feet! ”

Boom! Boom! Black water flickers, waves fluctuate, generating countless currents.

Li Qingshan prompted the spiritual turtle Xuan Jia, barely resisting the impact of the sound wave, overlooking the mountains, the spiritual machine moved: “Are you pressed under the mountain?! ”

He also felt familiar with this setting. He couldn't help but look right. Should there be a golden patch or something around him that needs to be unmasked? From now on, he went west and stepped to the top of his life.

The voice laughed and the mountains shook. "How? ”

Li Qingshan stunned for a moment. This is a ruin. Even this mountain should be suspended in black water. It doesn't matter to suppress it: “So you are sealed in the belly of the mountain? ”

“You're on my back. ”

“No way! ”

Li Qingshan was astonished and pushed the "glow out” to the extreme. He tried to see this mountain range, which stretched thousands of miles, as a whole, before discovering that it looked like a lying down male lion. The peak he stood on was precisely the spine of the male lion.

His "tortoise has grown" and is already quite large, but on this lion's back, it looks like a flea.

Boom! Boom!

The lion raised his head, driving the mountains ups and downs, beating a huge arrears, and the two long teeth were two upside-down orphan peaks. Looking back at him, the brown lion's eyes were like two burning suns, suddenly dispersing endless darkness.

“Little guy, who are you? ”

“I am... not a little guy anyway! Will you keep your voice down?” Li Qingshan knew what he was facing, but was not afraid, but was very kind.

“No, little guy.” The lion refused him without hesitation.

The corner of Li Qingshan's mouth, this asshole lion! Obviously not at all conscious as a prisoner.

The lion shook his ear: “Watch your voice, I can hear you. ”

“Who are you?” Li Qingshan secretly guessed the lion's identity, and he kept this part of the message.

“I forgot!” The lion proudly proclaims: "But my brother used to call me a stupid lion, so call me a fool!" ”

Li Qingshan turned a white eye and was called a “stupid lion”. What are you so proud of? Or is it the Big Brother who deserves to be proud? There is no need for extra explanations, and this person should have seen everything from himself. But why do you think the word "fool" is familiar?

“Forget it, if I'm right, you're the Great Lion Moving Mountain! ”

The Lion King glanced at the three big words "Lion Ridge": “Well, that's it. ”

“ …… ”

That's what the lettering is all about!