Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan sat on a high stone step, holding his head with his fist, holding his knee with one hand, frowning into contemplation.

Yin and Yang, Good and Evil, Buddha and Demon. All kinds, all kinds of hues.

Unexpectedly, revealing a solemn resemblance, like a god in a temple, this temple of darkness is his dojo, haunting a deep atmosphere of tranquillity.

“Unstoppable as the earth, quiet as secret. ”

If a mortal enters by mistake, the first reaction is worship, followed by prayer.

Whether he accepts it or not, he is already a god, whether he is an evil god or a fairy, or a galaxy god, just a title. Though not quite the true fairy god, it's only one step away.

He took out the heart of the Dark Sun and hung quietly in his palm, glowing with a dark light.

Understanding all this, rather than being the Heart of the Dark Day Demon, it is the Heart of the Kirin, the Holy Heart.

This heart no longer releases any breath, completely under his control, and even the demon god cannot grasp its existence, become something exclusive to him, and tempt him deeply.

“Come, my beloved son, my delight, I have waited so long to be the master...”

Deep in darkness, if there is no call, it is the idea of the eternal existence of the Original Kirin, essentially the fluctuation of the law of invisibility, through his Numen, translated into a vague and continuous statement, asking him to swallow this Dark Day demonic heart and carry this mission.

“… to restore order of nature! ”

“Natural order? ”

Li Qingshan muttered to himself and smelled blood and slaughter from it. He couldn't help but fight chestnuts. He remembered a long-standing dream: dreaming of enemies with tens of millions of people, direct killing of dead mountain shield days, blood starfish sinking.

At that time, he was just a mountain teenager. He didn't know any martial arts. He was angry with alcohol, killed the first person in his life, and opened a path to slaughter and nine days.

That's where it all started.

Now it's like he's back in front of the killer, standing in front of the starting point again, scared and confused.

This time, however, there was no cattle to guide him.

Is it not enough power? Still need more powerful magic and magic treasure. No, not at all.

Want power? How hard can it be to become a true god if you swallow the heart of the Dark Sun?

The key to this is not just the heart of the Dark Sun, but also the lotus flower in the pool in front of the Da Xiong Bao Palace of the Rotten Temple.

Every lotus flower is embodied by the law of extraction from Kirin Lotus. Golden lotus symbolizes light. Green lotus symbolizes abundance, red lotus symbolizes enthusiasm...

The essence of it is another Dark Sun demon heart, the front and back of a coin.

If you swallow the heart of the Dark Sun again, you will be reunited. He is able to dominate not only the magic domain, but also the joyful world.

The so-called "restoration of natural order” was the reintegration of the two worlds, and that was his mission.

By then, even if he wants to rest in peace, the world will force him to move forward, and Buddha will not tolerate him.

All contradictions are irreconcilable, the fires will burn on the sky, anger will tear the heavens apart, and the demons will desecrate the earth. Even if the clap of God is slapped on his head, he cannot scream about grievances.

He is not afraid of enemies of the Buddha, let alone the fallout of war, but this time, he is not the only one to die.

Whether it be the innocent good people in the joyful world or the sinking bad people in the magic world, they will moan in pain, sand and stones will burn.

Without Li Qingshan, they would all be much better. They couldn't help but hold on to the heart of the Dark Day Demon.

“Oh, don't be ridiculous. Do you really think you're the Savior? Who can you save? ”

“The King of Warriors? Don't be ridiculous. You'll only be the head of all sins, the source of all evil! ”

This was not meant to save anyone, but to restore the natural order, which was the will of the original Kirin.

Yet even though the tigers were keen to kill, they were far less cruel than the Kirin.

The heavens and the earth are not benevolent, and dogs are made of all things. Kirin is a beneficent man who takes life for a dog.

He felt as if the legendary beast of mercy was watching him silently, waiting for his dream to come true, as if it were destined.

At the same time, he understood why Brother Niu had set such a test.

Destiny, or written, is still up to you to make your own choices, accept or reject, all in one mind.

Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head to the darkness in the void and asked a question: “Why is Yuan Qilin falling? ”

The more he realized the Kirin Way, the stranger it was.

Dark void, no fluctuations.

Li Qingshan shook his head. The original Kirin has already fallen. Though the idea still exists, it also merges with the whole Kirin Land. It is close to the will of the world. There is no independent and clear thinking, leaving only the reaction of primitive instincts, it is impossible to communicate with him like a living spirit.

He thought about it and spit out four more words: "The Battle of Heaven? ”

The law immediately fluctuated slightly, confirming his assumption that it was hidden in the deepest part of the world's memory.

However, if the original spirit turtle is meant to avoid murder, he wants to stand by the victor. So what's the original Kirin for? Its path should not have involved any struggle.

Perhaps also in order to maintain the natural order, after all, the "creation of man" is the biggest disruptor of the natural order, and eventually, like the former Spiritual Turtle, was killed by the Lady Doe.

It is certainly impossible for the will of the world to answer such a complex question unless it becomes the Lord of the world, goes deeper into the memory of the world and sees for itself.

Li Qingshan's heart moved and opened his fingers again. The Heart of the Black Day Demon floated again.

Even though he was not yet the master of the world, he held a key and opened his forehead eyes and stared at the heart of the Dark Day demon.

At that moment, the Dark Sun Demon's heart shone its brightest light, and all its thoughts were sucked into it.

“... the magic of the realm of light is you, every man inside is in the bright light...”

He suddenly heard the sound of money coming from behind him. “I'm not letting you...” he said impatiently.

Speaking of which, the candle stopped and became surprising.

Qian Yongzhi, as if he could not see him, was talking to the demons under the steps, but the words were upside down, unknown. The demons also appeared in the sky, looking through him and admiring the “King of Light” on stage.

He understood from time to time that he had entered the memory of the world.

Everything is like a quick playback of a movie, and the demons under the stage are scattered and gathered, all walking backwards. The people in the temple moved rapidly, leaving behind a string of shadows.

He saw how the temple had been built, and how, thanks to the efforts of countless demons, the staggered sewers had shrunk by an inch, the skyscrapers had dropped rapidly, and the demons had been leveled.

We also see how warcraft become demons and how adults become children.

The clouds of smoke changed and the sun and moon traveled rapidly in the air. A golden hand suddenly appeared and suddenly disappeared, leaving a round of red sun, falling to the east.

Another moment, the red sun rose and the desolate land restored the grass and shallots.

The warm wind rolled up a dead bone, and the ants burst under black pressure, putting together the residue as a corpse, and the wolves returned a piece of blood.

In an instant, an elk came back from the dead and stood on his knees.

The light grew faster and faster, taking everything away and returning everything to its origin.

The bright skies, the boundless earth, the pendulum of beasts... shrink towards a little twist, eventually uniting.

He suddenly jumped out of this, but saw a half-man and a half dragon, retracting the deadly thunder.

A man looks over everything, sees everything, holds everything, as if it were the sky itself, but the sky is also shattered by his anger, causing the sea to flow and the mountains to collapse.

The dragon wandered around him, behind him a thousand dragons emptied. The phoenix opened its brilliant wings and covered most of the sky, proudly ignoring the menace of the man, and the brilliant light dissipated the dragons.

The image solidifies at this moment, which is the origin of the Kirin world.

Li Qingshan stared.

The image starts to break from the edge, but from the perspective of the original Kirin, since there is no hope for the man who killed it, there is no hope for the dragon and the phoenix.

At the center of the picture, there was only one woman, with her head high and long hair dancing with the wind. The elongated figure stretched up as hard as he could, with only his hand lifting up the shattered sky. The lower half is snake-like and winds between the mountains.

“Ma'am. ”

A lust oil of children's admiration was born, Li Qingshan's heart trembled, as if looking at his own mother, and unable to distinguish between previous life and this life, is the same hard work, gentle love, tears suddenly blurred the orbit.

To stare at her face, the image had dimmed and the darkness had reappeared, returning to the empty temple tens of millions of years later, as if it were the next generation.

A long shriek echoed in the darkness: “Kirin is dead, phoenix is old... Kirin is dead, phoenix is old...”