Legend of the Great Saint

Deep in hell, the glaciers are extinct.

A tall, thin figure walking one step at a time to the top of the mountain along the hilly ridge.

The wind blew out the snow and beneath its feet was a glorious, deadly fire that solidified eternal combustion.

Li Qingshan's beard pulled, the wind cream was full, grabbed a handful of ice and snow, crunched and chewed in his mouth, swallowed one bite, exhaled a sip of hot air.

Ten years of ice, cold and hot blood.

Outside the far mountains, the big indigo stared at the black figure slowly moving forward in the ice and snow world: “How is this possible? ”

According to the Hell's Law: Living together, living in one's own place. Whatever demons fall into it, they are trapped forever and cannot be freed.

That's why Li Qingshan can't get close to the glacier, but what's going on now? He's climbing to the top!

And sometime later, the deadly fire did not reignite. It was sealed in the Great Lakes of the Glacier by blue and white ice.

“Hey, are you in love? ”

Li Qingshan's smile was colder than the cold wind, and his eyes at the top of the mountain were hotter than the fire.

Thanks for the hell of a rule, and that bowl of monkey soup. In the quenching of ice and fire, the Sun God was never truly destroyed, not even the slightest loss of power, and was well sealed.

The pain was like an iron hammer, hitting him so hard that instead of knocking him down, it inspired the true strength of his heart.

It's like a cold knife, out of the furnace, into cold water, more like a thousand hammers to grind, the flash of light!

Knock, knock! Boom! Boom!

There are countless cracks in the iceberg at the bottom of the foot, and the fire is stupidly moving.

Without hesitation, Li Qingshan still made great strides upwards. "I seek pride and pride. This is the hearts and minds of all beings. For what sin? ”

So the iceberg did not collapse, and the fire did not burn.

Implementing the way of pride, even though it has no power whatsoever, it does not need a manipulation, but it covers the glacier and flattens Hell.

It's like a cold knife coming out of its sheath and breaking a heavy hue.

The moment he finally climbed to the top of the mountain, “Wow” spit out the dark soup, which was the soup that banned all his powers.

Wipe your mouth with indifference, look away, the deserts, the glaciers, the infinity.

The sky is within reach and hearts are infinitely open!

Suddenly, I recall that the great pride of heaven is the god of bitter deeds, having spent many years sitting and practicing at the top of the Great Snow Mountain, understanding the deepest wisdom and the most horrible power.

Everything is fair, and the desire to be arrogant and take off cannot be free from all the pain.

So he smiled frankly and sat on his knees, running the Book of Freedom, and started walking hard.

The Big Indian Ghost doesn't know what to do. Obviously there has been a huge change here, so he should have reported it to the judge.

Li Qingshan looked away at him if he felt anything. This glacier, despite its thousands of glaciers, still captures the soul.

And he was afraid that Ser would shrink and kneel deeply.

Li Qingshan closed his eyes and looked solemn and serene. His face looked comfortable. Although his skin was frozen with blue hair and purple, he had a bright and glassy color of awareness, like a statue.

Big Indian ghosts feel the horror of Otomori. They have seen countless fierce evil ghosts in their lives. They have also become accustomed to the cycle of life and death, torture and torture, and have never felt so horrible. This is the dignity of the God of Destruction.

Day after day, year after year, until ancient times.

Li Qingshan was frozen into an ice sculpture, his figure was blurred, and he appeared strangely distorted in the dead fire picture. Ice sculptures are being recklessly sculpted by the cold wind, becoming more and more strange and an ancient statue.

The Big Indian Ghost is sleeping at the foot of the glacier, one nightmare after another, and there are always those eyes in the dream.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from the sky, and he awoke from the nightmare, looking into the sky in confusion.

A thunder struck the statue! Even in the depths of hell, heavenly robberies come.

The statue broke, a blue and black figure slowly stood up, slowly twisting and stretching limbs, strange, but as if it had some kind of magical rhythm, like a sacrificial dance.

Evil God resurrected.

Boom! Boom! Heaven's robbery is upon us, Thunderbolt.

The big indigo stared at his head and stared at him, only to see that 10,000 lights intertwined behind the “evil god” 's brain into a glorious glow.

All the movements of the Evil God suddenly stiffened, his right leg flexed and stood, his left leg stretched out, his arms lifted softly, his eyes half-opened, solidified movement and quiet, strength and beauty, and appeared to be "proud of the dancing king's face”.

The next moment, your arms flow like water, leaving behind countless remnants.

Bang! Left foot suddenly on the top of the mountain, all glaciers crushed together and turned into a sea of bears and fires.

Thousands of hectares of lightning, pouring down.

Li Qingshan stood on the fire sea, and suddenly his anger opened, revealing that he was "proud of his horror”. Eyebrows open the third eye, a black fire, holes full of lightning.

Laughing outrageously, all constraints have disappeared, so dance!

The Sun deified the Numen, crossing six heavenly robberies.

He felt unprecedented pride in freeing himself from endless pain and dancing in a thunderstorm fire. There is no such thing as a five-shadow troubled demon to make noise. He is the demon in the demon!

……

After a long time, the flames burned out and no longer turned into glaciers. On a scorched black land full of ash, the aftermath of the raging thunder still echoed and the madness of the dance.

Li Qingshan stopped dancing and eliminated a lot of handicaps. I feel like I haven't finished yet, and I feel so weak that I can't go on dancing anymore. I thought, “Time to meet the old Five. If I'm right, Ventilate the Great Kiwi King! ”

"'Take me to Judge Lu! ”

“No!” Big Indian ghost eyes filled with fanaticism.

The newborn evil god had his first believer.

Li Qingshan jumped at him and blended in.

Shortly afterwards, Big Indian Ghost returned to Yanlao Palace Mirror Department.

Judge Lu is trying the case, impatiently said: "What brings you back? How's the boy? ”

The big indigo grinned: “Reporting to Your Honor, the kid yelled at me first, and then he couldn't hold on to the punishment, even begging for forgiveness! ”

Judge Lu said with dismay: " I knew it! As long as I'm a judge, he'll never get out of hell! ”

“The boy tells the little one a big secret, only ask the grownups to give him a joy! ”

“Give him a good time?” Judge Lu smiled cruelly: "Go to hell with him on the tenth floor! ”

“Yes! ”

“And what secrets did he say? ”

Judge Lu asked that, in this situation, the exchange must be good. Though not necessarily in his eyes, for some reason, he suddenly had a strong curiosity that could not be suppressed.

“Little dare not hide, but...” The big indigo looked around and all the ghosts listened with their ears up.

Judge Lu hooked his hand and the big indigo walked forward and whispered in his ear.

“What did you say?” Judge Lu frowned, appended his ear, and suddenly a black shadow appeared in the mouth of the big Indian ghost. He went into Judge Lu's ear and slowly retreated.

Again, Judge Lu, his expression was stuck and he seemed unable to speak because of this big secret shock. Suddenly his face changed dramatically and he was struggling.

The indigo ghosts lowered their heads and laughed. The ghosts stole whispers.