Legend of the Great Saint

A round of leftover months, reflecting the Lonely City, the good man simply traveled, went through the fires of Hell, crossed the infinite abyss of ruins, and returned to his homeland again.

Thousands of words, no need to speak, just smile at each other, all the thought, all the pain is comforted.

No more meditation or yelling, let go of the burden on your body, and stop looking up at the sky.

Sleep peacefully on her knees on this mild night and have a lighter dream.

In the pale moonlight, Xiao An gently touched his face, twisted a long string of marbles, and delivered the message of the return of the "Demon King” to the heavenly kings.

Demon Beast Path

Big bangs are swinging their winged long fins and swimming deep into the sea. Traumatized, he had just escaped a hunt, and the dragon chanting was echoing in his ear.

The ocean has always been the domain of the Dragon Nation. If there is a blacklist that is least popular, Pu Peng must rank first.

She can't leave the sea to practise. So many times, living in hiding and fleeing, I don't know how many times I've been in danger of dying, and it doesn't look so handsome.

In this natural world of choice, as long as it is not a top hunter, it must be ready to become a prey, and that is the price of “freedom”, which the weak can never afford.

Suspended in a Grand Canyon, he received a message and smiled slightly: "Just come back! ”

Deep in the canyon, suddenly a pair of cold eyes lit up, tens of thousands of tentacles slowly stretched in the trenches, without stirring a single stream of water, and the mesh covered her.

A new round of hunting has begun...

Ashuro Road

Wind cigarette roll flag, war drum shock star.

The battle between Luo Xiaoming and Ming was going on, but the situation was very unfavourable. Under the defeat of the Great Army Festival, the military air gathered on him rapidly declined. More and more, the Emperor Ashuro, the patron of this military god in front of him, could not be defeated.

Ashuro's practice was never to be closed, but to succeed in becoming a god of undefeated warfare through endless bloodshed.

Without challenging the strong, there is no point in fighting. Bullying the weak only undermines the heart of war and loses the will of God.

However, the four words "challenge the strong” are easy to say and are self-inflicted.

In order to avoid exposure to his identity, he was not able to exert any power over the Luo clan, which was tantamount to fighting someone stronger than himself in chains. Naturally, the result is frequent defeats, all with the will of heaven, so that no one has died in battle.

And that's it for luck.

His opponent now is an Ashuro Fighting God, a kingdom equivalent to a fairy or evil god, with enough fighting power to crush an ordinary fairy demon.

Of course, the other party does not hesitate to take direct action against him. The first was to send someone to say surrender and try to take him into ministry. His frequently defeated and undead King Ashuro has become famous in the region.

He was naturally dissatisfied, and Ashuro did not talk much, so he sent His Majesty Ashuro to surround him.

With the restoration of the cultivation, he no longer saw the ordinary Emperor Ashuro in his eyes. Instead of being wiped out several times in a row, the team grew.

The Ashuro Doujin became more interested in him, personally commanded the army to surround him, and with more than a dozen Ashuro royal shifts to invite him to battle, he was a little less than his opponent, and now he is heavily surrounded.

This time, I'm afraid even if God wills, I won't get away with it. Even if Ashuro does not fight directly, he will not lose to his family, enough to offset his advantage.

Either surrender or die, there is no third way to go.

Getting this information at this time is an absolute coincidence.

“What, he restored his memory! What, his Numen survived six holy robberies! So we're splitting up! Whatever. Let him help me fight! ”

The heavenly kings fight each other, no one's life is smooth, always for a dream, to trample all thorns.

Yuan god knows!

Li Qingshan glanced at his sleeping self, smiled goodbye to Xiao An, left the Hungry Ghost Road, returned to Xuan Pluto Cave Province, entered Ashuro Road, and looked up at the bloody sky.

“War, war never changes! ”

Once again, embark on a journey to a distant battlefield.

……

A thousand miles from Wuhua City, it is a vast forest with no leaves on the dead trees and heavy white bones beneath them.

There was silence in the forest, and no ghost dared approach it.

And in the deepest part of the forest, on a big, blind tree, a blind tree is raised, with a deep white ball, like a white eyeball.

If you look at it carefully on the ground, you'll notice it's like a skeleton shape, and it's like it's still funny.

That's Ann's skeletal marble, and the reason she stays here is for surveillance.

If you dive into white bones and black earth, deep into the earth, you can see a shady and vast palace.

Death gas mixes with pubic vapor and melancholy, as if it were a substantial flock. Don't say it's in this deep underground, even in the sunny day, you can't reach out five fingers.

It's like a tomb, or a tomb, and the whole ghost path is a tomb of such a tomb, buried with countless failed practitioners and corrupt souls.

This tomb is called the "Palace of the Wonderless” and is the sleeping place for the Wonderless Ghost Fairy.

While the old ghost slept, Li Qingshan and Xiao 'an jointly seized the city of Wuhua. The ghost royal corpses died and descended. They were almost completely knocked out of the net and all became Xiao 'an's food.

So put a skeleton bead here in case this bitter man suddenly wakes up from his sleep.

Although this old ghost has always slept for a hundred years, woke up for a hundred years, and has a great routine, it is now more than 30 years before she wakes up, but carefully sailed the boat for 10,000 years, the fate of the hungry ghost is quite hostile to her white bone heir.

Of course, they're not a good kind of people, really wait more than 30 years, even if the old people don't come to their trouble, they're going to have to “fight over the hills” and drag this page out and burn the fire.

In the center of the palace, a black sarcophagus hangs upside down, beneath it is an abyss, dark and deep, as if it leads straight to the Nine Ghosts.

This is the node of the intertwining of the terrain. If it is in the ordinary world, it must be Mingshan Dachuan, the most suitable place to build a cave. But there is no such thing as spirituality in this hungry ghost lane, but only shade and death, constantly rolling from the abyss and seeping in the sarcophagus.

On this day, the abyss was filled with rumbling noises, the corpses fell and the sarcophagus swayed slightly.

Earthquakes have been occurring here since many years ago, or more precisely since the day Li Qingshan and Xiao 'an took over the city of Wuhua.

It appears to be only a natural phenomenon of crustal variation, but only occasionally concentrated in this period.

The earthquake was originally a series of accidental products, perhaps just a fragmentation of a stone, which affected the stress structure of the entire plate and eventually turned into a shocking earthquake.

The vibration gradually disappeared and the sarcophagus, shaking like a pendulum, gradually calmed down and motionless.

This inhospitable palace is itself an indestructible battle, fearing no earthquake at all. Even if the landslide cracks outside, there won't be much movement inside.

It would be ridiculous if the temple of the Phantom Fairy was destroyed in an earthquake. Wuhua ghost fairies sleep very heavily and naturally will not be woken up by this movement.

This time, however, the situation seems a little different.

Death and pubic air gradually diminished and disappeared in no time.

The sarcophagus suddenly moved a gap!

A dark, lacquered shadow protrudes from it, with no eyes, ears, mouth, nose, just a dark shadow, just a ghost fairy.

Releasing a mindset, he quickly discovered the entire abyss and discovered that the course of the earth had changed.

He obviously stunned that the Earth's veins were equivalent to a world's inner meridian, unlike the mountain rivers on the surface, and the rate of change was very slow.

Hungry Ghosts eat expanding faster than the average world, but at least in millions of years.

Even shifting mountains to reclaim the sea, directly changing the topography, is difficult to influence the direction of the terrain and requires precise calculations.

That constant earthquake subtly changed the course of the earth and just cut off the mood of the Wuhua Palace.

Was it by chance? And he instinctively felt that it wasn't that simple.

As a ghost fairy, it has been able to see the law, and in the long shadow of light, it is becoming more and more distinct to see, and to deduce the number of fates is as natural as to see with the eyes and hear with the ears.

And this time, it's easier to speculate than ever.

“The city of Wuhua has changed! ”

PS: Recently, Baidu has been rehabilitated, and the Great Sage Bar is also a mess of pond fish, so friends can turn to the dreamer first! I'm currently mixed up there. Readers who don't play stickers may wonder, isn't that a very pleasant thing? You don't know that because of the understanding and support of the bar friends, the Grand Sage Bar has always been free of piracy, but rather a good communication platform, which also allows me to listen to the reader more widely, so I hope it can be restored soon!