Legend of the Great Saint

“Bear?! ”

Li Qingshan suddenly woke up and sat up. Find yourself lying on a wet land, next to a glittering stream, with a loud wind blowing across the tree's edge and the crown dancing in a changing motion.

The mountains are rainy, the spring glow is glowing, the trees are fresh, and the air is full of grassy soil.

“Is it a dream? ”

The right hand touched something, the same old bronze sword, and I couldn't help but open my eyes.

Again, the sachet has been warmed.

Looking back, there was no shadow of a bear in the dense forest. The atmosphere suddenly became strange in this quiet mountainous forest.

As an angel heir, he is the ancestor who plays with people's hearts. Who can easily give him a dream and make him believe it?

At least not an unusual hunter can do it, and this wine, this sword, is all unusual.

He pulled out the liquor plug again and sniffed it gently. A spiritual spirit rushed straight into the sky, and the whole Numen was cleansed.

The smell of wine, the surrounding grass is crazy, gradually becomes spiritual, into a kind of spiritual grass.

Swimming fish in the river flickered, but at the visible velocity of the naked eye, the layer of black scales faded away, and the sparkling golden light emerged, and instantly became weird.

He hurriedly stuffed the sachet and looked right at it with amazement. Although he didn't know anything about feng shui, after becoming a fairy, many things did not need to be understood and sensed. The feng shui situation in this mountain forest changed.

He has also taken many magic potions in his lifetime, which, taken together, cannot be compared to this wine.

And it's obviously not just a regular capsule, but a ring kind of thing, which is huge and incalculable.

Though it was given by others, it was too rare, and there was a feeling of being a thief.

Stand up, wave away the carp essence and catfish monster that can't go to the pavilion, and grab the ancient bronze sword tightly.

Choking, pulling the sword out of the sheath, raising it high to the sun, the sun and moon stars on the sword, mountain river grass, all have been through the eyes, but still can't see anything strange.

And that's strange in itself. Don't say a common bronze sword, it is a powerful magic treasure that falls into the eyes of his immortal, can also see at a glance how the script is engraved and how the Falun Array works.

In other words, this ancient sword, he alone is not qualified to master, or even understand.

Moving in his heart, he summoned a breeze and wrapped it around him, which is precisely the "wind” given to him by the Great Sage of Ventilation, which preserves all the messages he learned in the colourless realm.

It is not “wind” in the ordinary sense, but the embodiment of some law. Such a law allows the Great Sage of Ventilation to ignore the blockade of the heavens and the earth and to obtain all information.

And not just the messages that are expressed and recorded, whether they are conspiracies in the darkroom, or tricks in the heart, can all be turned into winds of faith, seen and heard by him.

So it's called "The Great Sage of Ventilation," and for this Kiwi King, there's no secret.

In other words, any subtle work and profound understanding are all for his gain and for his use.

He is the incarnation of the law. Li Qingshan gets this kind of trust wind, which is tantamount to getting the help of this law. Without having to go through long practice and hard thinking, he can directly reach the highest realm of the four Zens, which is equivalent to holding the answer exam.

Of course, his current strength is not enough to sustain this state of affairs, but with this wind of trust, he can always refer to it. And it is a summons, a wave. Not exhausted, not exhausted. Until he returns once and for all to the highest realm.

That is certainly not what a fairy's power can sustain, in other words, before he became a true fairy, there were no more so-called bottlenecks.

“If you encounter a few more great saints, give me some benefits. Immediately, you are the guardian of multiple laws. It is called 'Time to Borrow from Heaven and Earth'. How can it be difficult to become a true fairy? ”

Thinking of this, he drank a deep sip of wine, and the spiritual energy flushed against the Numen, and the power surged, and immediately sucked in a wind of trust. This power quickly diminished, and the realm immediately began to climb.

In his eyes, the ancient bronze sword gradually faded.

The Yamakawa grass tree, from a simple carved plane image, gradually became deeper, sucking his mind into it all. In an instant, the mountains cross the mountains, the forest sea snow fields.

On the earth, the sun and moon stars hang high, rotating day and night, the battle stars shift, exhibiting the most wonderful law.

Three thousand worlds, six rounds, all in one.

Nothing can be described in words, and the human language is so shallow that it is simply not enough to describe this vast world.

In the blink of an eye, the power ran out, Li Qingshan fell on his back, and the ancient bronze sword regained its unusual appearance. He was still holding the handle of his sword tightly and was covered in chestnuts.

The Divine Soldier's weapon, the rare treasure he has seen in his life, is nothing compared to this sword but scrap copper and rotten iron. This is not an exaggerated description, but rather a reluctant statement of the facts.

In fact, such a parallelism is an insult to the sword. If there was a sword spirit or a sword soul, it might have cut him off with one sword.

Though there is no such thing as a sword soul, even if it is, like the will of the world, and it exists in the entire six-round and 3,000 worlds.

One sword down and the star shifts!

“I'm going to use my sword instead!” Li Qingshan is thrilled: “I want to use my sword! ”

Such an adventure is not only a smoke in the tombs of the ancestors, but a fire in the tombs of the ancestors. No, the tombs of the ancestors explode! Eighteen generations of ancestors jumped out to congratulate him.

“It's so good to be a part of the bear tribe! ”

But as the excitement gradually calmed down, the deeper doubt arose, what exactly was the way for the man in the bear skin? And why give him this infinite earth seal? Are you kidding me or are you serious?

The fog is heavy and more difficult to comprehend.

Li Qingshan never liked to get involved. Being strong is not a bad thing anyway. Put away your wine bag and ancient sword and look away: “Chief, whatever your purpose, I thank you for your wine and sword! But...” He turned his head and smiled: “When I got strong enough, I still wanted to be a leader! ”

Nine days later, the man's bearskin peeled off, revealing an attack on the blue dragon robe, his coronation swaying, smiling and turning his head: “I waited for that day. ”

A faucet came out of the clouds and asked, "Why not kill him? ”

“Do you feel threatened? ”

“After all, it was his choice. ”

“Alas, if you hadn't killed his daughter, he would have bowed his head to me. ”

The dragon closed his eyes: “It was an accident. ”

“There are no accidents. ”

The dragon is right.

The man patted the tap and said warmly, "You know, I never blamed you. But don't do anything behind my back, or I'll cut off your faucet. ”

The sky is dark, the clouds are pouring, and the stars are dim.

Only a man's figure was tall, his eyes empty, like the sky.

Skyblower, Dou Rotating Star Shift.

“As you wish. ”

The dragon lowered its head, spread its wings, and swept away with a man on his back, a glorious palace in the distance.