Legend of the Great Saint

The world of the five continents continues to expand as the Phage Beast called "Dark Blue” continues to swallow through the void. Almost every moment, new lands, oceans and skies are being created, with strange flora and fauna, and indigenous peoples of all worlds.

At the outset, Li Qingshan, the god of the world, was also needed to make a simple distinction between them: animals were placed on the Monster Continent, humans were placed on the Central Continent, and races of humans with special bloodlines were placed on the Inhuman Continent (they insisted on calling themselves "the Divine Continent”)

Later, his will gradually became part of the will of the world, and the law of the world automatically divided all living beings, like a six-round revolution.

Aboriginal people suddenly lost their homes, but they were in a very different mood.

Practitioners from all worlds view the world of the five continents as paradise, not only with more intense spirituality in heaven and earth, but also with the ability to accommodate more advanced practitioners without the risk of crossing the sky.

Most importantly, there are millions of years of accumulation of Vientiane Sect in the skyscraper. Li Qingshan's entire village came here, including the most central "Vientiane Book". This is not comparable to any other parcel of the world, any method of work.

And this is all completely open to all, even if mortals can go in and take a look, which makes practitioners who have just arrived here ecstatic, forgetting the wrath of the destruction of the world. Nothing is more important to practitioners than their own cultivation, and the world is just a place to get away from, and now it's just like flying up.

Where people are in a much worse mood, after all, they lose all their possessions in an instant. Although new estates are divided under heavenly arrangements and are often more fertile and vast than the land they originally owned, there is inevitable feeling of being uprooted.

However, there was no resentment, as all land was allocated entirely on the basis of human head, and almost unblemished soldiers engaged in a social campaign to "beat the earth, divide the fields”.

And in every world, it's all "the rich are widowed, the poor are poor”, “the rich are strange, the poor have no cone”. This “Junfuka” goes on, most people say emotional stability, heydaebun, the world will be our savior.

So most mortals are happy, upper practitioners are happy, and the little group of people in the middle are unhappy, and it doesn't matter.

However, both sentiment and resentment quickly dissipated. Compared to the practitioner of permanent vision, the life of a mortal is so short that it takes only a generation of sights, and his hometown becomes his hometown.

Between the fields, the smoke is cooked, the wheat fields are golden, the children with barefoot feet run around, they don't understand so much sadness, but they all want to become practitioners from the heart.

Traveling between the countryside, the scribes from Cloud Fairy depicted an extraordinary dream for them. Tell them that you can become a practitioner when you work hard and grow up. This is the promise of the great Wang Li Qingshan.

A farmer looked at the scene with a comforting smile and flashed a strange colour, thinking: "Was he too deeply oppressed as a child to do so? ”

This thought flashed by and I dared not think too much about it. Defamation of the gods of the world would not do much good, even if we were all in the same homeland in the past, but we didn't have much intimacy, and that one obviously didn't think much of the old.

He walked gently in the golden waves, his rough hands touching the wheat mantle, tender as touching his children.

“Well, it's another big year! ”

Instead of being an ordinary farmer, he was a practitioner from a farmer, who had now survived three days of robbery and was now described as a "great master”, one of the best in the entire world of five continents.

Of the hundred households, farmers practice the slowest and often have little talent to choose a farmer, so he is really a “genius”.

The first time he was called that, he was surprised and laughed for a long time.

Last time he was known as a genius, he was still in a bovine village. At that time, he was one of the most prestigious geniuses in the village. Not only was he the eldest son of the village chief's family, but he was also seen by the master of the Iron Fist Gate. He was accepted as a closed disciple. How prestigious is he?

Hey, that was a cowboy back then!

And famous for his isolation and strange words and deeds, he also had bad luck being possessed by ghosts, and was healed by a goddess for a long time. But he is still alone, and he has become fond of talking to himself and talking to cows. Everyone assumed that it was difficult for him to find a daughter-in-law for the rest of his life.

In retrospect, it cannot be said that he was bullied by his sister-in-law for no reason.

“Hey, what am I thinking again? ”

He has long resolved to bury these memories, all in the deepest depths of his heart, not to say a word to anyone in order not to upset that person.

Of course, he just said it and I'm afraid not many people would believe it. “Master Man” actually had such a rough time. Apart from Kyushu's friends, most people think he was born in battle, everything is possible!

However, the deeper you always hide something like ”secret," the more you can't help thinking about it, and the more you think about it, the more you feel about it. They also came to a "peak showdown” to compete for the title of "Wah Niu Village # 1 Ying Jie”!

“Forget it, it doesn't matter if I think about it. He can't keep an eye on the world. Hey, I can't believe it. He can still beat me to death with a thunder? ”

A simple black face raised a deep mysterious smile, quite a peasant cunning.

“Boom!" a thunderbolt broke through the sky, falling on his face, a dark face became darker, a smile suddenly frozen on his face.

A voice suddenly rang from behind: "Oh? Li Long, so I deserve to be bullied? ”

Li Long slowly turned around and saw Li Qingshan's hands straight-waisted, standing on a fluctuating wheat wave, rubbing the electric spark at his fingertips, looking at him with a playful face.

Li Long said seriously: “You can't say that! It was an unfortunate encounter when you were a young man. Your Majesty made you realize the injustice of the world, and you are determined to see the road, draw swords to help you, and give him back a Lang Lang Qian Kun. ”

“Well said!” Chang Li Qingshan laughed: “Raise your head three feet. Justice is only in the knife!” A luxury rushed straight into the clouds, stirring up winds and waves of 10,000 hectares of wheat.

This is what he realized when he was a teenager in the past. He has now traveled six rounds. He has seen the fairy Buddhist devil. Thoughts come and go, and it is still the same sentence.

Li Long sighed and felt a sweat in his heart. Finally, Meng mixed it up. Indeed, the bad words of the god of the world, even in his heart, cannot be spoken, thinking about whether to go to that companion, such as Daoist, and ask for a glass of forgotten water to drink.

Li Qingshan suddenly lowered his head and asked, “Hometown, would you help me? ”

Listening to this "old country”, Li Long's liver trembled without hesitation, patting her breasts: “Of course, Lord Wang, but if you ask, Li Long has nothing to do with it.” You are the god of the world, and the heavens and the earth are not as big as you, thinking that I am a plow farmer, where can I help you?

Li Qingshan smiled slightly: "Go to magic! ”