Legend of the Great Saint

Three thousand worlds, six turns, all practitioners look at the sudden appearance of the red star, instinct feels a palpitation, this ominous sign is too strong, even those who are completely incapable of conundrum will have a fuzzy sensation.

The demon star was born, the divine meteor fell, and the great robbery arrived.

The dark earth, the body of General Nine Days Thunder like a mountain, has been completely covered in green, looking forward to it, like a stone statue with a muddy, mossy experience.

Under the glow of the unseen moon, in the green jungle, a small flower blossomed quietly, exhaling a fragrance.

In that instant, millions of purple-red flowers flourished together, fading, as a result.

Tens of millions of Li Qingshan came out of the fruit and looked up at the star.

Once upon a time, the teenager who wanted to be a star finally realized his wish.

There are thousands of unspeakable emotions in your chest, and have all your efforts been rewarded? Did you get paid for all your contributions?

It's probably not an inspirational story, if you tell the whole story to the bull. He probably wouldn't even go that way, preferring to be a Toad King in Kyushu.

Perhaps a little less hesitant to struggle and become more decisive.

Who knows?

Li Qingshan smiled. If he chose the path, he assumed his destiny. Why should he try to compare the advantages and disadvantages?

At this moment, a large black shadow fell over the sky and covered the moon.

Poor devil turned into the original form, a tiger-like, double-winged monster, his eyes flashed red light, and he stared at Li Qingshan with no intention.

“I have to say, I was surprised, or even shocked, by your performance, and I was a little skeptical about whether or not to let this holocaust come. Don't forget our gambling appointment. This is your weakest moment, and I won't be merciful. ”

Poor devil licked his teeth and said, "If I kill you, will I be a hero to save the world? Whoa, whoa! ”

“Of course I didn't forget.” All Li Qingshan shook his head with a smile: “Just sent a true god, soon another jump out, this road is really tough! Almost became a god and was half as relaxed. ”

This is indeed his weakest moment. Though successfully survived seven heavenly robberies, it was also severely damaged. Under the cultivation of the Avenue Tianlong, it is almost possible to say that it is dying and takes a long time to rest and recuperate.

Without boundaries, there is no power, but without boundaries, there is no power. Now all the ideas, all the seeds, have blossomed and stood here. If they are all destroyed, they will also fall.

“Poor, dare you, I will die with you!” The roar of the Taotie Demon God shook the void, coming from the far realm of Taotie Demon, he remained determined to battle with Li Qingshan.

Subsequently, several more demons' voices rang, spoke to each other gently, or threatened loudly, trying to dissuade the Poor Demons.

Li Qingshan's performance seems to have received some recognition, or the demons are tired of sinking indefinitely in the magic, eager to change all of this, even as a result of the crash.

“Is this the charm of the Demon King? Look, kid, they can't wait to make you a dog leg, but I don't like being a dog as much as they do. ”

The Poor Demon did not care, that is, he did not listen to the advice, he was less threatened, he approached step by step, and the killing gas grew stronger. The cold killing machine locked all the size of Li Qingshan present.

His skewed hunting personality always wants to mess everything up and see what happens.

The Twelve Demons divided the magic domain, controlled different laws, and had no ability to threaten each other's existence, which was also a prerequisite for them to sit down and negotiate big things.

In other words, no one can come immediately to rescue Li Qingshan. He is still a lonely fighter and a tired master.

“I am pleased that they are still warriors, still eager for war and not completely corrupted. And you, will be a good dog.” Li Qingshan freed up a mockery.

“Die!” The Poor Demon jumped over and his wings instantly covered the sky. The killer locked all of Li Qingshan and emitted thousands of sharp tentacles from his body.

Li Qingshan pulled out a token and raised it high, pointing to the sky, which is precisely the "order to move mountains”.

Time, wind, clouds, dogs.

The shadow of the Great Sage of the Moving Mountains appeared in the clouds, made the lion roar, and suddenly deterred the Poor Demon, suddenly stifled in the middle of the sky.

Among them is not only the divine power of Shifting Mountain Dasheng, but also the anger of the will of the magic domain, namely the anger of Li Qingshan, which completely suppresses the Poor Demon at the level of the law.

Of course, it's not enough. It needs to be real, strength!

Li Qingshan's “shifting order” suddenly fell, pointing to Qishan, and gave the order.

“Mountain! ”

Tinker Mountain poured and hit the Poor Demon.

Earthquakes, smoke and dust, accompanied by a string of thunder sounds, listened carefully, but the sound of bone fracture.

Naturally, Tinker Mountain is not an ordinary mountain peak, but passing through the nest of the Poor Demons, constantly uplifting with divine power. To support the self-weight of the mountain, it is constantly refined and the cracks are filled with iron water, almost a mountain of iron.

The mountains are incredibly magnificent and magnificent. They are much higher in height than the three great mountains given by the Great Saint of the Moving Mountains, and naturally weigh much more, not to mention more than a hundred times, hundreds of millions of tons.

This time, almost the entire body of the Poor Wonder God was crushed into a mess of mud, and his skeleton was broken in half. His guts were even more confused, deep into the earth, and his divine power was suppressed.

“Just what it's called: lifting a rock and smashing your feet.” Li Qingshan laughed: “Of course, you have to carry your own mountain. ”

Even though he had a shifting order in his hand, he could have pushed down Mount Tinker Mountain at best. There was no way he could have manipulated it so casually to suppress Poor Qi as a groundsnake.

But as he swallowed the "Heart of the Dark Sun Demon” and survived seven heavenly robberies to reach the realm of "Refining God to the Vain”, he has become the true ruler of the magic domain, a “strong dragon” that dominates all repression. He has the highest authority over all Yamagawa grass and trees in the magic, even the Magic Cave.

If you have the law, you will have no power.

“Poor Chi, I've overthrown Chin Chi Mountain, you've lost! ”

In the void, a bloody river winds down as the ultimate guarantee of this bet.

Down the hill came the roar of the Poor Demon: "No, I haven't lost! How can a broken river bind me! ”

Li Qingshan frowned. The river flowing in the void suddenly stagnated and faded away, as if it had never existed.

The blood oath of the river is lifted.

Li Qingshan immediately realized, it must have been when the covenant was made, Poor Qi made some kind of trick so that he could escape the punishment of failure.

Just as Bullhead Abandon educated Rakuten, if power is not equal at all, gambling is meaningless, and the strong always have the means to break the treaty, and the evil god of chaos would not have had any good faith.

If he holds the idea of "Pushing Tinker Mountain to Win," he will definitely get punched in the face. But it was not strong enough, and there was no other way to think about it.

But now it's completely different. A river in the district would not have guaranteed the faithfulness of the gods. It doesn't matter if the blood vows are lifted.

Poor demons roar loudly, still refuse to obey, and the fierce air fills the heavens and the earth. Struggling violently, the mountain swayed for a while. He almost turned it over. He stuck his head out and stared dead at Li Qingshan.

The boulder burst onto his head, tiny as gravel, compared to his huge head.

“When I get out, it's your time to die, I'll see what else you can do! ”

In the talking room, another arm was stretched out, dead pressed against the earth, and the whole hill of Incredible was supported.

After all, this hill blends all his powers, retaining some control even if it is dominated by rebels.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly and took out another golden thing. It was precisely from the door of the Great Thunder Temple that he unveiled. He wrote the post of the "Buzzing" six-word Daming spell.

He stood up in the air and came to the hills of Tinker Mountain, snapping and tapping on the cliffs.

Boom!

Chenchill Mountain was easily supported, as if it weighed more than a few times at a time and hit the ground again. The Poor Demon's eyes clashed below, and whoa, a breath of blood erupted, running into a river of blood.

When I was dying, I had no more power to rebel at all, and all my divine powers were suppressed. The post of the six-word magic spell was infinitely powerful, even the mind god was scared of it, and I could not give birth to the idea of rebellion.

“What is this?!” The Poor Demon turned his head desperately and tried to look up the mountain.

“Buddha's Book: I have a way.” Li Qingshan smiled and answered, but always felt like this scene was familiar.