Legend of the Great Saint

“This...”

Li Long is silent and wants to cry without tears. My heart in the countryside is too small. This is not Kyushu world, where there is a demon cave leading to the magic. Besides, how can I fight the fierce demon people and not be eaten alive and stripped? Isn't this “meat bun beating dog never returns” and like “mouse wolf pulling chicken never returns”, more like...

In the midst of a thousand moods, Li Qingshan interrupted me: “Oops, you can't usually see, you have quite a lot of psychological activity, one proverb after another. ”

Li Long couldn't care less. He came up to grab Li Qingshan's sleeve: “Wang Wang, Qingshan, Erlang, I've never hurt you, you can't do this to me. Even though I fought you, I didn't win! Do you remember, when you were alone in the Black Wind Village, I knelt in front of my master for a long time before moving the rescue soldiers to help you! You can at least read me a little. ”

Although it was mainly feared that Li Qingshan was trapped in the Black Wind Village, and Woniu Village was madly retaliated against, it was not a lie. However, by the time we arrived, the Black Wind Village had been killed clean by Li Qingshan. The sound of him sitting in front of the burning mountain of corpses is still so vivid that he wants to come.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but laugh. That was his work of pride, the battle of fame, and even happier than later when he slashed the demon emperor.

“You know how to kiss my ass! ”

Li Long rubbed his hands and smiled like an old peasant: “How can this be called kissing my ass? It's all in my heart. ”

Li Qingshan curled his smile and took a good look: “Don't worry, I let you go to the magic, but I'm not hurting you, I'm helping you. ”

“How can you say that?” Li Long was surprised that he had come to know Li Qingshan's character, had vengeance and came straight to him, but would not engage in such deceitful tricks.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly: “You don't know anything, I have become the Lord of magic...”

He came looking for Li Long, not only because he heard a few belly slanders, but also because he came to “nostalgia”.

At this time, the sun sets west, the sun is full, the harvest is abundant in the wilderness, and the king talks to the farmers.

There is a saying that "the people eat for heaven”, from all worlds to the arts and crafts people come here, as long as there is a bite to eat, there will not be much resentment. Even if he had a bite to eat, he would be grateful to Dade.

And the demon people also want to eat, not just ordinary demons want to eat, in such a high world as magic, even demon king demon emperor, can not break off the normal diet, can not just survive by magic.

The higher the world, the greater the restrictions on practitioners. When Li Qingshan first arrived on the human path, he quickly felt hungry, which is the same reason.

Demon King Demon Emperor always returns to eat and drink, ordinary demon people are less fortunate, once there is no food source, only kill each other and feed on people. In such a harsh environment, even in a normal world, few good generations can be born.

At the same time that the joyful world took away all the vitality of the magic, it also cut off the good roots of the demons. Magic invades 3,000 worlds, largely for a bite to eat. Otherwise, the barren earth alone will not feed so many demons.

So after unifying the magic domain, Li Qingshan, the king of demons, first of all, is not to gather the twelve demons and plan what kind of strategy to fight the heavenly palace, but to solve the eating problems of ordinary demons.

Unsolved, any strategic tactic is a tree of passive water. Without the support of hundreds of millions of demons, how can these demons resist the Buddha the Gods?

Li Qingshan squinted his eyes and looked away at the sky. There was a red light in his eyes.

If it is expected that, in the near future, all the magically controlled worlds, large and small, will be completely counterattacked and even completely destroyed, and the magic will lose most of its food resources.

Then there will surely be a great famine that will sweep the entire magic field. I'm afraid more demons will die than a hundred battles. The magic field will be in prolonged turmoil until the population shrinks to the extreme, maybe a tenth, maybe a percent. All the surviving demons will become more brutal and vicious, all the more unlikely to regain their “humanity”.

The war has come to an end, and the fires will ignite in countless worlds, shaking every star.

In contrast, there was a history of warfare between the human path and the magic domain, but it was just a little fuss.

The only thing to be thankful for is that as the earth approaches the pure soil, the magic will continue to recover and become a barren desolation. It is also possible to find ways to restore production and self-sufficiency and to sustain it in this long and harsh war until the pure and delightful soil comes to an end.

“So, magic requires talent like you! ”

Li Qingshan's gaze is keen. Li Long's own cultivation is nothing more than three heavenly robberies in the district. It is not worth mentioning, it is only equivalent to a demon king. Magic doesn't know how many Demon Kings there are, and I'm afraid every one of them can beat him. This five-continent world alone doesn't know how much better it is.

But his value is not comparable to that of any demon king or monk, and the key lies in his path.

Farmers, in the original hundred sutras, can only be regarded as a small, out-of-the-box home, turns out to be the essence of everything. Sowing hundreds of valleys, food and clothing; mending hunger, disaster relief. Never farm a war, not enough to fight.

The food for the people, the people for the nation, the kingdom for the king.

His clan, also known as the "Shennong”.

Li Long's heart was filled with shock, and the one in front of him was already a true god. Only an old green cow, the poor cowboy, has ruled the Infinity Realm.

Li Qingshan listened to his thoughts and sighed in his heart. He would rather not this infinite magic domain to find the blue bull.

Li Long's face changed, whether it is the dual integration of the earth and the pure earth, or the massacre of the heavens and the earth, these messages are more shocking than one, and can only be barely digested with the skill of the Great Brother.

He bowed his head for a long time and suddenly looked up and asked, “Is that an order? Or the Oracle. ”

Li Qingshan shook his head. Li Long was the most suitable candidate, but not the only one. Farmers, though small, are fairly widespread. Although universal cultivation is not very good, it is only three heavenly robberies, but what is the difficulty of having him, the king of demons, use the resources of the whole magic to support him, become a king or even a fairy?

Of course, the price is to be directly involved in the war, but with the turmoil of heaven and earth, who can stay out of it?

After a series of turmoil in Kyushu, Li Long naturally understood the truth, but did not immediately promise to come down, and asked: “Because we are from the same village? ”

Li Qingshan smiled: “Because you are a ‘genius’. ”

Li Long smiled bitterly: "That's not true, Woniu Village 2nd Yingjie. ”

Li Qingshan continued: “So you are young enough not to see life as an ant. You dare to come up and grab my sleeve and call me 'Erlang’. ”

Li Long's heart shocked, and in front of him, this unclimpable god, still like a teenager, was preparing to break into the Black Wind Village alone.

The sunset took its last rub, and the sky darkened and the ink was blue as water. The rooster also nestled, and the children running and fighting in the fields returned home for a beautiful meal.

Li Long took off a wheat ear, rubbed the grain shell, put the golden grain in his mouth, chewed it carefully, slowly swallowed it, the voice was low and dull: “We were all mortals! ”

Li Qingshan nodded: “Yes. ”

“When I was a kid, Wagyu Village was like the whole world. And then I thought," The world is that cow village. "”

Li Qingshan's eyes glistened. I didn't expect him to say something like this, which was not surprising. This man, no mistake, is the only one, irreplaceable.

“Aoyama, this time, let me help you!” Li Long arched his hand for a day.

“Thank you for your help.” Li Qingshan also bowed his hand.

At this moment, the monarchs worship each other, leaving two dark shadows in the inky blue sky.

The king chose his great master farmer and ordered him to prepare for his journey to the magic, giving him a word of farewell: “The vast heavens and the earth make a great difference. ”

Stay till the sky is dark, no star and moon, listen to who man sings: “Look ahead, black hole, it must be the thief's lair, wait for me to catch up and kill him clean! ”