Legend of the Great Saint

“Ow! ”

Violent beast roar broke the song and dance level, a bear-like beast emerged from nowhere, corrupt, bone spurs out of the skin, emitting a Sensen magic, a time to shield the moon, cast a stinking shadow.

The warcraft spins its head wildly, the thick saliva falls to the ground and immediately corrodes a large pit.

The hustle and bustle in the square attracted its attention, and a raging bloodthirsty light erupted in its eyes, pushing its four claws apart and pounding over it.

The storm shouted and the "egg raw" woke up from the demonic dance, and saw the ugly monster, and the people had just stopped dancing, and the look was still trance love, not yet fully awake.

At this critical juncture, Abbot Yangon is missing.

He opened his eyes and his heart was beating so hard, it was a nightmare come true! If this beast rushes into the square, I don't know how many people are going to die. I bite my teeth and rush towards the beast.

* * * * At the moment of impending collision, he suddenly realized that the drum was like a heartbeat, not because of fear, but because of an impulse that could not be contained.

Suddenly realized: “The reason the nightmares are horrible is because I've been running away! ”

The beast slapped him and the air burst into dull pieces, forcing him to breathe.

At this moment, click! As the glacier burst, the river water gushed out of the crack, and countless memories surged, and for a moment it was too late to tell, but it stunned.

Boom! The ground was torn apart, and he fell into a big pit, and he was slapped on the ground by a bear's palm.

The crowd was completely awake, shouted Lian Lian, and rushed off in panic. The Guards hurried to find the blade that had been thrown away, but there was no time.

The shadows quickly swept in, and people looked up, and the colors changed horribly, and the giant beast descended from the sky. I don't know how many people this pressure was going to kill.

When Qian Jun shot, only one voice drank: “Long! Long!” Though childish, it distinguishes the smell of iron blood.

In that instant, countless thorns pierced the sky, such as the serpentine dance, penetrating the warcraft and tying it tight in the middle of the sky.

“Egg Sheng" stepped into the void, stepped up from the great pit, long hair, no wind dance, a pair of eyes staring at the warcraft, giving off a deterrent light, also like a beast.

In an alley by the square, Abbot Yangon took a quiet sigh of relief and let go of his wand.

Under the silver moon, the warcraft screamed so hard, struggled so hard, the demonic blood rained down, contaminated the crowd, the look immediately changed subtly.

A man was fleeing out of the square. He slowed down in front of him and immediately pushed him away. The man behind him stepped directly from the fallen, without any pity or humility.

“Egg raw” in one pair of eyes, hidden red, thick brow pressed down, five fingers closed: “Dead! ”

More thorns emerged, swimming through the body of the Imperial Warcraft, tearing apart every inch of muscle, but the life force of this warcraft was so strong that it was still struggling.

“Egg raw" snorted coldly, once again rushing towards the warcraft, wrapping around the flaming halo, a blow through its huge body and pulling out a huge demonic heart.

The beast stopped struggling and his eyes gradually lost their shine.

“Egg Raw" stood on the head of the Warcraft and raised his heart high in his hand.

Everyone escaped, stood still and cheered, but there was an unusual fanaticism.

Between the turns, this sing-and-dance square became a primitive bloody hunting ground, and the tribal people offered their highest respect to their bravest warriors.

Everybody forgot, Buddha's First Ring - no killing!

“Egg Sheng" smiled arrogantly and looked up. There were still signs of warcraft everywhere in the city. Guards with blades and armour were fighting to kill them.

Although these warcraft are bloodthirsty, most of them are not strong, and the guards, prepared and cooperating with the tacit, easily suppressed them, killing them all is only a matter of time.

Apart from this square, most of the residents are hiding in houses without being affected.

So he didn't do it again, slowly descended from the sky, the crowd came up, his hands held him up high, thrown to the sky once and for all, shouting "Long live! ”

After a glance, he saw Abbot Yangon again and turned slightly to him.

In any case, it did work, and he remembered that it would take up to three or five days to fully recover.

However, he felt uneasy, as if something was wrong, but he was too late to put those memory pieces together into a complete puzzle, and he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

The screams of the warcraft soon subsided, but the people in the square, perhaps because of their blood, were dominated by an unusual emotion, surrounded by the corpse of the warcraft, and danced again.

This dance was unusual, with men pushing and women choking and gunpowder. And...

Some men and women simply held each other, touched and touched each other, and started an unshadowed congress, which also caused more strife and confusion because of the large number and unequal distribution of men and women.

Even though he was young, he was still the object of competition among women, and he had to jump on the corpse of a warcraft to avoid these crazy women.

The guards were attracted to the movement here, and watching this scene, they were all staring at each other, not knowing what to do.

Abbot Yangon shook his head, hands together ten: "Amitabha, sin. ”

If he did it himself, the beast would be wiped out as soon as it appeared, and these people would not be contaminated with demonic blood and commit many commandments. But such sins are nothing compared to what he will do.

“Egg raw" can't help but laugh and find it very interesting. A few more meetings like this, and a few years later, the kids must be running around the streets.

All of a sudden, an impatience came up and I couldn't help but beat up a debt, remembering that I hadn't slept for a long time. The memories kept pouring in, and he also fainted for a moment. He lay on the back of the warcraft spine, snoring and sleeping, and no longer worried about nightmares.

As for the mighty enemies in my dreams- Hmm, I shouldn't be afraid of them, they should be afraid of me!

Long night passed, the red sun rose and the first sun fell on the square.

The dark fog on the corpse of the warcraft quickly revealed Sensen's white bones and quickly dissipated.

“Egg Sheng" woke up, had no dreams overnight, grew a lazy waist, and grew up quite a bit, he was already a teenager.

The men and women in the square also woke up, and their naked bodies soared in darkness, face to face and shouted.

“Egg Sheng" smiled and pulled out that demon heart again, but saw that the demon heart was also melting. Soon the kung fu disappeared, and the people in the square ran away.

What happened last night gave a very untrue feeling, like a big dream. Why would there be a warcraft?

Abbot Yangon came: "We should get going. ”

“To where? ”

“That rotten temple. ”