Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan crushed the head of an evil god at random. However, how powerful the body of the evil god is, it is said that the head was blown off, even if the body is broken, it can recover. Only with such divine weapons as "swords” can one strike be killed.

However, the head of the evil god swayed a few times and fell to the ground, rotting and withering like grass.

The rest of the Jiuzi demons were shocked and suddenly settled in their shape. From the thoughts of the demonic god who blew his head off before he died, came a great horror that he had never experienced in his life and could hardly speak of.

“What's going on, this feeling... what's going on?” “Terrible! Terrible! ”

Fear grows wildly and infects each other through ideological connections. No one dares to step forward. Instead, they step back and tremble.

That's the horror of death!

Unlike the average demon, they were born in a "blood labyrinth” and have never experienced the taste of struggling on the brink of life and death. The next step in the care of the Nine Babies will be to grow into evil gods, with endless longevity. And then they started resenting the Nine Babies for trapping them here and not doing what they wanted in the wider world.

Even though they possess powerful powers that far outweigh ordinary evil gods, in Li Qingshan's eyes they are worse than white pig evil gods.

The struggle for practice has never been just a battle of strength, but a battle of will.

These noble and extraordinary "Divine Second Generation”, like mighty cunning, have in fact been wrapped in a warm and soft womb for the rest of their lives, more foolish and cowardly than the meanest demons, and once they encounter real challenges, they are revealed.

“Welcome to the world, as you wish.” Li Qingshan said indifferently: “Then, after seeing the cruelty of the world, you can die. ”

His “Fluorescent” eyes no longer look at these evil gods, but cast them remotely in the direction of the Incredible Mountains, without the need for anyone to guide them. He knows everything and knows everything about the magic. And the killing intentions of the Poor Demon, he has clearly accepted.

That was the enemy he was about to face, and he raised his head, and his real opponent, on nine more days in the height of the world of joy, might be looking over him at this moment.

As for the desserts in front of you, just shoot them dead.

The believer waved, another evil god was photographed split, the visceral bones scattered, blood splashed on the faces of other evil gods, one was all scared, his eyes were huge, and he stared at Li Qingshan step by step.

A black Kirin came with destruction and walked.

How can such things happen when evil gods try to muster courage and yet never experience fear? They dared to betray the Nine Babies and knew there would be no punishment.

In fact, let's not say they resisted. They didn't even have the guts to flee. They were afraid to become a target for Li Qingshan.

The evil gods were filled with remorse, regret that they should not betray their mother, regret that they should not come to the world and miss the life of the Blood Palace.

Yet it was too late for that horrible man to walk in.

“Stop, don't move, I command you as a demon!” An evil god screams, but his body retreats.

Bang! Li Qingshan slapped to death and went to the next one.

“My lord, I can serve you. I can be of service to you!” An evil god strained his shoulders.

Bang! Li Qingshan slapped to death and went to the next one.

“Please, don't kill me. I don't want to die!” An evil god begs on his knees.

Bang! Li Qingshan slapped to death and went to the next one.

One after the other, it's easier than shooting a fly, at least a fly knows how to escape. And they just stood there and waited for Li Qingshan to kill them. All they could say was useless crap.

Every time one dies, the great horror that precedes death explodes like a bomb in the hearts of the rest of us. Some people couldn't even say a word. They laughed with their heads in their arms and were scared alive.

Between the turns, Jiuzi demons died in one place, leaving only the last.

The last survivor curled his figure into a bunch. As Li Qingshan approached, he gradually went back from being a barbaric strong man to being a child. He screamed: "Mom, I want Mom! ”

Like that, like a poor innocent child, anyone who sees it will think of Li Qingshan as a murderer king.

Li Qingshan stood still and sighed indistinctly. He also felt like a murderer king.

Lift your right leg, step down, pound, and step into mud.

Since then, the Nine Wicked God has been wiped out, and the "Blood Maze” has collapsed.

Qian Yongzheng witnessed all this, his face was full of intoxication, what a wonderful fate! Looking at Li Qingshan's lonely back, she licked her lips, which is probably more painful than being bitten by her!

At the moment Li Qingshan swallowed the "Heart of the Dark Day Demon", the devil heaven poured infinite families on her in return for the trip.

She fulfilled her mission with a unique “sacrifice”. He will surely plunge six turns, a thousand worlds, into endless wars. Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing, laughing into tears.

Li Qingshan glanced deeply at her and placed the baby in her arms on the ground: “Take care of him. ”

“And then what? ”

Li Qingshan did not answer and walked to Qishan alone.

He suddenly remembered the scene when he first met Gu Yan Shadow. He remembered the feeling of "love at first sight”. In fact, what he really loves is the feeling of being comfortable and flirting. Nowadays, she's probably holding up straight and swimming in the sky of Monster Beast Road!

However, fate gave him a way to “walk”.

“Then let's go! ”

No longer looking up at the dome, looking at the earth beneath your feet, walking one step forward.

In great silence, he heard his heart beat again.

A “Heart of the Dark Sun" beats, sending infinite and abysmal magic all over the body.

Redhead flies with the wind, then it grows several times longer and is fierce in the wind.

His feet sank, like carrying something heavier than the mountains, he bowed his back deep, his body swelled up inches by inches, but he bit his teeth, suppressing this fierce magic death inside his body, each inch of muscle contains explosive power, one finger can destroy the mountain, one hair can cut off the river.

The black fingerprint begins to stretch from the heart, growing like a vine, spreading like ink, with a dense interlacement of numbness on the chest and a subtle, mysterious pattern woven on the back of the spine, are all manifestations of the laws of magic.

The finishes are more interwoven on the surface, like wearing a layer of war makeup, making them look more “inhuman”. But there are two black fingerprints that drop under your eyes, like tears.

Fang clashes, bends like the moon, are the same obnoxious and disgusting.

As he expected, this “Heart of the Dark Sun” gave him not only strength, but also a land of chaos and evil, resentment and hatred that had accumulated hundreds of millions of years of immense destiny. There is an infinite crime waiting for him, and this is the path he chose.

Left a deep footprint and moved on. There is no hesitation in even the rumbling of thunder from the sky.

The smell of moving forward, like a barbarian cow, takes every step into the mud, and never stops.