Legend of the Great Saint

A round of dark sunshine shines through the infinite earth, and all the mountain river grass is covered in darkness, like through black glass.

It is the condenser of the laws of the magic domain, giving all demons a demonic heart. In essence, every demonic heart is a "Dark Day Demonic Heart”.

Legends always come true.

Today, that round of black sun is set with a circle of gold, and even though the light is faint, it still faints, revealing an inky blue color.

"Kirin Lotte Land”, which belongs to the original Kirin, is separated from the demonic earth by the incredible power of my Buddha.

However, with the arrival of the man with the Kirin bloodline and the return of the pond lotus flower in the Great Thunder Temple, the two worlds began to approach each other, interwoven with the law and merged with each other.

The light from a distant world of joy made millions of demons obsessed with looking up and forgetting everything around them. A pair of black eyes with a round of gold rims.

The magic of hundreds of millions of years in the darkness finally ushered in the first dawn. Those who have not sunk in the darkness will not understand the precious value of this light. Let every demonic heart shine.

For a moment, it was a trembling joy, a joy and a cry, unable to be oneself, as if it were a helicopter of joy.

Never before has the earth been so hopeful, so happy, so much more intoxicating than any wine in the world.

Normal Demons' favorite games: killing, abuse, deception, betrayal, all become worthless and meaningless compared to this joy.

At the same time, however, the significance of existence is denied: a deep pain in the bone marrow, the outbreak of hysteria, is more intolerable than any torture.

It's filled with shame, remorse, emptiness, despair... like hell!

“Those who have never seen the light could have endured the darkness more easily. Without hope, there will be no sense of despair.” A woman whispers, like a snake hissing, a great curse and a great blessing to all beings, "I hope you will enjoy this fate.” She has offered the most beautiful sacrifice to the devil, an arrogant tiger.

Lower your head again and smile gently: "Thank you again. ”

With a baby in her arms, she was falling asleep, completely unaffected by external changes, and there was no demonic presence in her body. There is a holy light all over it, and the magic of rolling cannot approach it, with an incredible sense of cleanliness.

He is the son of nine babies, the son of evil gods, and the son of mankind. Weak and unable to survive on his own, he did what the devil could not do: he willingly walked up to the altar with his arrogant tiger heart.

Remember who cried out, "Save the children! ”

A mysterious power protects him, protects all the newborn babies of the magic, can sleep peacefully and escape the fate of the demons born.

The woman sighed: "What a lucky child... luckier than me. ”

Meanwhile, the boundaries of the infinite demons, the countless creatures, are all tormented in hellish pain.

When this pain and despair reached its extreme, a broken heart string, a broken heart, as if from the deepest part of hell, a silent roar shook the entire magic domain.

Hundreds of millions of demons are trapped in madness, utterly demonized, transformed into warcraft of warcraft, set in the sky in the dark of Phnom Penh, hysterical roar, full of hate and curse, hate cannot be torn to swallow.

That's the source of all the pain.

At the top of the mountain, the wind raised its red hair and a man opened his eyes and listened. Thousands of bright snowflakes, blade cut on his face, also felt a deep pain.

Why is he here? Why is he alone? Nobody knows, nobody knows what he's looking for in such a high place.

The small world has long ceased to exist and is integrated with the whole magic domain, yet the wars of the demons in the mind never cease, but become more intense. At this moment, a new peak was reached.

Magic creatures are in their hearts. The suffering of all beings is my suffering.

However, it is not the Buddha of the Nine Heavenly Gods, who has great mercy, but the King of the Demons. Neither desire nor happiness nor commitment to a joyful world and happiness in the hereafter. It is to inflict great pain, great despair, and only promise destruction and death.

He lifted his lips and his face immediately stood firm like a stone, staring into the void and opening his arms to the snow and sky.

The more painful and firm he is, the more he struggles, the more he decides.

Instead of attacking, as usual, all the creatures around them, those wild warcraft rush to the wilderness like a migratory movement.

Boom, boom, beast, big earthquake. It's like a river running down the Yangtze River, but the ultimate destination is not the ocean, but the sky.

The beasts chased the sun, day and night, endless until they died.

Moth flames, at least burning in flames, but the sun is too far away to reach, and burning is a luxury.

The man suddenly revealed a grieving smile, and quickly became stifling, and his fangs clashed like warcraft, hovering.

“Why are you so greedy for 'joy’ and making such a piece of dirt!? ”

This voice asks, through the magic heaven, vibrating the law, directly into the pure earth of Eternal Pleasure. It echoed in a temple hall, vibrating a statue of a god Buddha, but no one answered.

Nor does he need to answer that what he needs is war, to burn all the fires until the earth is reintegrated with pure earth, and then there will be no endless suffering. And, of course, there is no more eternal joy.

Life is alive. It's supposed to be fun, isn't it?

But why? And he felt no joy at all. Didn't you become a god? After all the hard work, it's never been this close to nine days. The frog leaped out of the well and finally became a star.

As he purifies the emptiness, takes control of the laws of heaven and earth, the will simultaneously implements the pure earth and the devil.

All the general changes have reached an unprecedented height. Whether it is the Bull Tiger Demon or the Phoenix Turtle, there is a certain understanding, let alone the Kirin change, it is simply for this world, there is no more obstacle.

But only the monkey devil fell into desolation, grieving and sullen.

That was one of his favorite, happiest changes to practice, free and unbridled.

Now that you have chosen to carry your destiny, it is rare to feel comfortable. Only sitting alone at the summit of this mountain, listening to the snow and wind call, silently carrying the sorrows of the magic magic and sheltering all the sons of mankind. Let that sink hundreds of millions of painful resentments into your heart like the abyss.

At this moment, he was always reluctant to look back, and he couldn't help looking back.

Jongzhi, like heart, Yu Zijian... King of Maru, praise of flowers, King of the Great Banyan Tree...

That long-running name, a familiar figure, suddenly became fresh and never lost its colour.

The lips couldn't help but smile. It was a long and long road, from remote hill villages, dumb cowboys, along winding rugged mountain paths, often with thorns, climbing cliffs, jumping over the abyss, to the top of these mountains, the king of demons.

The journey, despite its many difficulties, has never been regretted in the most spectacular sights.

Now it's time to pause and remember the old days and indulge your heart and mind.

The stars in the void flashed, and each star was a world, and one of them belonged to him.

As the magic unifies, the world rises further, and the flow rate of time slows down.

Even though the world of the five continents has expanded many times enough to accommodate practitioners who have survived five holocausts. But compared to magic, it's still hard to reach.

So when he looked at the world of five continents from the magic field, it was like pressing a quick button.

In a moment, the sun rises and sets, the white clouds and the sky dogs, and the stars move.

“If it's over nine days, I'm afraid a mortal's life is just a swing of fingers. ”

In his heart he thought, concentrating on God, and then everything slowed down, and the sunrise and sunset returned to normal speed, and the clouds slowly changed shape. At the same time, there are hundreds of thoughts spinning, and everything is faster than thought.

“Ha, the rich are not returning home, such as a night trip in Jinyi.” Even ridiculed “monkey and crown."

Monkey Morton pulled himself together and scratched his cheek with impatience. Isn't that a big monkey?

One thought jumps out of this magic and returns to the world of the five continents, where it was born.

“Friends, I'm back! ”