Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan glanced back at the “Gate of Xuan" and stepped forward, choosing a path to penetrate this “blood maze" with determination. ”

Each blood palace has several doorways. He walked into battalions, dividing the same number of bodies, leading to different blood palaces.

A human voice came forward. Li Qingshan became more careful and approached slowly. He entered a new blood palace and looked at it. There was actually a demon colony inside.

Despite his psychological readiness, he opened his eyes to conceal the strange colour.

The recent past of a demon capable of accommodating hundreds of millions of demons was bigger than any city seen in previous life, and it was a bit of a post-modernist science fiction.

In front of this demonic colony, the original lags behind the cannibal tribe, without any decent buildings or, more precisely, without a nest. Men, women and children, there is no cover all over them.

Naked, or walking or standing, or lying or lying on top of the flesh.

Thousands of demons, 35% of them scattered in vast spaces, filled with fungi, clusters of bright red and full, sparkling light.

Some demons are in the process of collecting. In fact, they can't call it "work”. They take it off and shove it in their mouths. After a few meals, they are full. They lie there lazily resting. This is the source of their food and moisture.

There are other things that demons are doing, groaning and moaning, while others are neither ashamed nor tempted to see. Some of them were noisy, cursing and hiding in the corner to sleep.

However, whether eating, sleeping, or even mating, all the demons' faces seem to be covered in a veil and their expressions confused.

“Maybe someone can lead the way. ”

Li Qingshan searched and picked out the oldest looking demon and was proud to jump on the Numen.

The old demon was skinny and rickety, hiding far away in the corner to sleep. He was covered in geriatric spots and smelled like stink. He also looked dead soon. Slightly stiff, but no one noticed.

Li Qingshan started a soul-searching technique and easily got everything he wanted, but he was disappointed.

The old demon lived to be 89 years old, went for a lifetime of spinning around. He did walk through a lot of blood palaces. It kind of meant "dwelling with water grass". When the fungus of a blood palace was eaten up, he continued to eat one.

However, in his life, apart from “eating” being “day”, he occasionally fights with other demons for some strange reason. Luck is good, without being killed, there is nothing else.

Li Qingshan suddenly realized what the veil was on their faces.

It is the colour of ignorant, unintentional obscurity. That ambiguous look, it's not even human or wild beast.

The demons out there must at least compete for survival, fighting each other, fighting each other. Especially the lowest demons, who are to be dragged to war and invade the rest of the world, must know to obey orders, or they will be tortured to death.

Such helpless old demons will not survive this much. Once they reach their full age, they will surely be eliminated and even become the food of other demons.

In this blood palace, the demons need neither participate in the war of the Twelve Demons nor be threatened by the cold and starvation. The climate here is always suitable. The food here is always plentiful and quite delicious for their taste. Some days every day, I don't know how easy it is, it is simply a magical “little world of joy”.

But the essence is different. The world of joy is full of good people chosen by the Buddha. They have also experienced the grinding of red dust and grief. The land of Eternal World is so fertile, it has to go through labor and waiting.

The demons in this blood palace migrate only in a blood palace, where they eat, where they fall asleep tired, * * * * come up and dry, like babies, from birth to death in their mother's bellies.

Since the Yuan God left, the old demon died silently. At the moment of his death, his face was still confused, as if he did not understand what “death” was, just a daily rest.

His life floats and his death dies.

Of course, no one has noticed.

The flesh stirred, his rickety body gradually blended into it, quickly disappeared, and then more fungi grew up, a cluster of bright red eyes, brilliant flashes, rejoicing in the glory.

“It's a lifetime, too!” Qian Jung sighed.

Li Qingshan suddenly felt a little creepy. The surrounding flesh and blood violently crept from all directions, and the pressure could not breathe. Grasp the handle of the sword and want to break it with one sword.

He shook his head suddenly and found that the blood palace was still wide and the demons lived easily. Those demons who moaned and groaned were also quiet, relaxed, closed their eyes and went to sleep.

No Dreamland - day without thought, night without dream.

Li Qingshan pulled out a bottle of wine, mumbled a few sips, and a sigh of breath grew: “This place is terrifying. ”

In fact, he wasn't afraid of death, but he was even more afraid of this kind of life, of ignorance, of dreamless dreams. That's why we have to fight, we have to kill, we have to go through a severe and painful blow, we have to recover after serious injury, we have to reborn from despair.

“Hissing, I heard that people had perceptions and memories before they were born, and after birth they didn't remember, but they were actually buried deep in the sea of knowledge, so people spent their whole lives looking for such a comfortable place. When practitioners are reincarnated, what they fear most is the mystery in the womb, not only because the baby's weak body is unable to bear their consciousness, but perhaps more so because they are intoxicated and unable to pull themselves out. ”

“Hmm, crazy talk, are you talking about yourself?” Li Qingshan snorted coldly: “When I leave, if you don't want to leave, I can leave you here. Maybe Nine Babies would like to admit that you are a dry daughter. ”

“Daughter? Huh.” Qian Yung chuckled and sighed: “These horrible demons are actually luckier than many people in the world. ”

“So you're luckiest not to be born?” Li Qingshan didn't think so.

“Yeah, it's luckiest not to be born.” Qian Yongju nodded in agreement.

“Then why don't you die?” Li Qingshan asked back.

'Cause I'm going to show the world that. ”Qian Junrong took it for granted that there was a firm and fanatical feeling in the eyes of the cold snake.

Li Qingshan felt that he was really overwhelmed, so he tried to communicate with a lunatic. So he stopped talking and moved on.

“You should ask me...” Qian Jungzheng learned Li Qingshan's voice and said coarsely: “Hey, bitch, are you conflicted, don't you actually want to survive?! ”

Li Qingshan glanced at her severely, but she asked herself: “I will answer, hiss, I am contradictory - so are you. ”

Li Qingshan suddenly stopped. “Don't you dare compare me to you again..."

“Redemption, forgiveness, my lord, I will never dare again. Hiss ~”