Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan woke up from an ancient dream and immediately closed his eyes. The resumption of the Battle of Heaven painting roll is still clearly visible.

Original spiritual turtles hid in the canopy and flooded the mountains of the earth; the dragons had heads and the wings were flying and confronted in the sky.

And the last look of the original Kirin, even though she had never seen her face clearly, she could never forget the figure of the day.

“Ma'am. ”

Unlike his initial assumptions, the original Kirin fought not for her, but for her.

The road is not the same as the choice.

Even reaching the supreme realm of the cultivated synagogue, even the original gods who live side by side with the heavens and the earth, are likewise in love, unlikely to follow only the laws of nature, like wind, storm and lightning.

If there is such a god, then there is no difference.

Original Kirin revealed its “existence”, did not follow the innate natural way, stood by her and eventually fell under the thunderbolt.

“If there's love, it's old! ”

An unspeakable mood haunts the mind and, once again, stares into the heart of the Dark Sun. Immobile, like a statue, it stands from ruggedness to the future.

The temple was silent and silent for a long time.

“Bang!” I don't know how long later, a roar broke the silence and the temple gate opened.

The Blue Winged Manta King broke in and bowed down in front of the “idol": “My Lord, the Bishop has been captured, please go save her! ”

But at a glance at the dark sun in the hands of the Statue, he instantly threw everything behind his head and looked straight at it, leaving only one thought: "I must get it! I have to get it!” I couldn't help but walk up and grab it.

The statue slowly opened its eyes and swept his eyes like an electric flash.

The Blue Winged Manta King stopped abruptly and knelt down again, still struggling to look at the “Heart of the Dark Sun”.

Li Qingshan understood the temptation of the "Black Day Demon Heart” to the demon people, let alone a small demon king, even though the demon gods could not resist.

Nor should he have resisted, yet he was unwilling to bear such a fate. If you sacrifice hundreds of millions of heavens just to become a god, then Li Qingshan is not Li Qingshan anymore. “Wang Wang" is a big joke.

Even without this Dark Day demon heart, he was confident that he could become a god and not be bound by this fate.

“Don't be a messiah!” Firm this belief and put away the heart of the Dark Day Demon: “So let the joy of Ultimate Fun return to the magic domain! ”

And he bowed his head and said, "What happened? ”

The Blue Winged Manta returned to normal and said with sadness: "Traitor! He must have betrayed the bishop! On the handover of the customs ultimatum! ”

“Is she alive? ”

……

The clouds were bleak and covered in gray cities, and a tall building was wet and stubborn.

Under a street lamp, the cold rain keeps falling, as if it never stops.

However, in the deepest part of the urban forest, there is a wine house with a carved fence and a flying eaves, the lights are brilliant and the voices are boiling, in stark contrast to the gloomy landscapes surrounding it, and there is an unreal feeling.

The wine flag flies out of the building with a smiling pig's face on it.

At this moment, the owner of the pigface, raising the glass, draining it, presenting the bottom of the glass and apologizing to the guests for his late arrival.

All Demon Emperors are gathered together. The Demon Emperor has a seat. It is a large round table with dishes set on it. The Demon Emperors can only stand by and watch. The Demon King has no right to enter.

The demon emperors have been waiting for a while without showing a little impatience, even whispering. And all dressed up, dressed up, like superior people.

If an ordinary person broke in, it was unimaginable how frightening their face would be.

“Welcome, Lord Evil!” The demon emperors all spoke.

The owner of this pigface is the owner of this Taotie House and the owner of this magical capital, the White Pig Evil God.

The White Pork Evil God is also neatly crowned, just surrounded by an apron in front of him, carrying a kitchen knife in his hand, a chef's look, a white red pig's face is even more exhilarating, his hands gently swing: “Sit down, all sit down, hum, don't be so polite, just be casual. It's a meal, not a war! ”

The demon emperors sat down, one solemnly, without any relaxation. In front of the White Pig Evil God, you will not necessarily be punished for losing the battle. If you dare not take it seriously when eating, you will surely die. There was once a demon emperor who whispered while eating, and the white pig evil god cut off his head on the spot.

The demons dare not even breathe a sip of atmosphere.

The White Pig Evil God nodded satisfactorily: "Humph, today's feast is called the ‘Feast of Light’. All dishes are served with the same ingredient. This ingredient is not easy to come by, it also delays a lot of kung fu, but if you can take a bite, it is worth more kung fu. ”

Clapped his hands and a full-bodied demon emperor came out with a huge object and gently placed it next to the White Pig Evil God. There's a layer of black cloth outside, I can't see what it is.

The white pig evil god hummed and shouted to tear the black cloth apart, revealing a large cross full of inscriptions, a woman tied to it, her upper body unhung, revealing a full * * * *, slim waist. The lower body is demonized into a snake shape, rounded and elongated, with a demonic colour, wrapped around the cross.

The demon emperors took a breath of air. This woman is also a demon emperor! Is it true that the appetite of the White Pig Evil God is so big that it cannot be suppressed that it begins to feed on the Demon King? Everyone has to put themselves at risk.

The white pig evil god grinned: “Let me introduce you, this is the famous Catholic bishop! ”

The demon emperors were so loud that they immediately understood the origin of the “light feast", but found it incredible. The demon emperors underneath also face each other, their faces are unbelievable.

Over the years, the Ming Dynasty has been in turmoil, and all the demons have been wondering about the identity of the Ming Dynasty bishop. They all thought it was from outside, either the Abnegation Palace or the Extraordinary World. How could they not have imagined that it would be a demon emperor?

How is it possible that such righteous and righteous deeds will surely be rejected by the devil's heaven, upon which is clearly covered the strong family.

Only the White Pig Evil God concealed her plot and marveled at it. If you leave it like this, it won't take long, and the magic will add another evil god.

Under the confused hair of the woman, the curtains lifted silently, and an image immersed, through the nervous silence of the limbs, became obliterated in the mind.

The White Pig Devil turned to her and asked her, "Are you? ”

Qian Yongqiao smiled: “I am. ”

“What do you have to say? ”

“The weak flesh is strong, the heavens and the earth are reasonable. ”

“Okay, good! ”

The White Pig Evil God touched her face and slipped along her neck, rising a wave of desire, not * * * *, but appetite.

“You're the best ingredient I've ever seen, and I won't waste a damn thing! ”

The White Pig Evil God took off his knife and flew over a dozen pieces of crisp, thin white meat like cicada wings, falling into a porcelain dish on a large round table.

Money was covered in no scratches, and the skin beneath the ribs suddenly recessed. A sort of mocha pain comes from it, where the snake wraps around the cross tightly and squeaks.

This knife has been cut not only flesh, but also soul.

“The first dish, called ‘Bright Beauty’, hum, ready-to-eat, takes its essence. ”

The white pig evil god proudly introduced, and took the initiative to give a plate to the stately demon emperor: "Light left, you did a great job! Eat!”

“Thank the Evil God. Thank the Evil God! ”

The left of the light surprised and surprised, glancing at the money on the cross, sending that piece of meat into the mouth, suddenly revealing the joy and fascination, the next moment, the face suddenly changed and became colorful like a snaketail.

“Toxic... uh..."

His hands clasped tightly around his neck, each muscle twitching, turning into a colored smoke like a poisonous snake, wrapped around his body, and between his eyes was swallowed by poisonous smoke and colored snakes.

The Emperors creeped and leaned back, far from the flesh on the disc.

The White Pig Evil God waved, scattering smoke and snakes, laughing and laughing:

“The dolphins are poisonous, and to know their taste, you can't leave them at risk. I'm thousands of times more poisonous than a dolphin, and not everyone can take it. What are you waiting for? ”

The pigs looked at the Emperors and suddenly appeared a little dull under the glorious lights.

The Demon Emperors dare not wait long, while instigating the magic to prepare to suppress the toxicity, while sending that "bright light" into the entrance.

The entrance is instant!

For a moment, the flavor of beauty spreads through the mouth. Even its own toxicity is part of this flavor, but it is not within the sweet, sour, spicy and salty taste, but a strong and pure joy that stimulates their minds.

“Well... ah...”

The White Pig Demon himself took a sip and revealed an incredibly intoxicating look. He was the chef of the Taoist Demon God. An ordinary chef can only reconcile five flavors and satisfy the Devil's appetite.

He is able to make joy sweet, grief bitter, anger spicy, jealousy sour... Taste this and you will get the taste of the world. And the flavors are changing, and every ingredient is different, and no one can predict it until it's imported.

“Hmm? Wait, why sweet? What about the anger your men betrayed? What about the fear of being killed and eaten? ”

The White Pig Evil God frowned and tasted carefully. He could not taste anything but the wonderful ecstasy in his mouth. Turning back suddenly, I saw the “King of Light” lip slightly hooked, smiling.

“What are you laughing at? ”

“Destiny. Why at this hour? Ha-ha-ha.” Qian Jung-yi found it extremely interesting, and the smile was weird and malicious.

“What fate?” The White Pork Evil Goddess was a bit agitated.

“Eat up! Even if I invite you.” Qian Jung-chung up his chin: “Tiger, it's coming. ”

Boom!

A thunder shook the lead cloud and tore the sky apart.

A pair of red eyes lit up from the darkness, like two lights of charcoal, the tiger walked through the forest, leaped gently, stood in front of the Taotie House, and spat: “Are you sure you're not dead? ”