Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan went back and forth on a scenic and flourishing island, savoring sweet liquid and aromas, temporarily forgetting the hard work and Lawton of the journey, adding a luxurious scenery to this old tour in search of homeland.

And the maidens of old were married in their arms. Her audacity, even unexpected by his god, compelled her to be emotionally unpredictable.

There was a time when I was determined not to look back, to go forward and not to be stuck with anything. But suddenly it came to pass that there were things that, although he wanted them, he had to cut them off, but someone had to remember them. By some chance, he was inadvertently contaminated with fragrance.

So he realized that everything he went through, from Wagyu Village to the Magic Realm, was not only deeply engraved in his memory, but more deeply affected the world. And finally, in some way, repay him, whether for grace or for vengeance, good or evil, which is probably what the Buddhist family calls "karma".

Today, as he becomes the true God, the Demon King, even in this tender homeland, every moment affects millions of people.

Dark sunshine, and the earth is barren. Black-pressed marching forces swept and fluctuated with the terrain and spread to the end of the horizon.

With his decree, the entire magic began to retreat, spending tens of millions of years, sacrificing millions of demons and humans, and experiencing millions of bloody wars to seize the land, abandoning it without stint. Together with the fatigue and fatigue of the journey, the inner pain and struggle afflict every demon.

And no one complained, because it was the will of the devil. They have long been accustomed to obedience to their superiors, and even demons can arbitrarily drive them to die, let alone kings of demons that even the Twelve Demons have to surrender to, is simply unimaginable and far-reaching.

Unlike the atmosphere of the past, however, there was no grudging, no wild howling, the superior forgot to bully the inferior, the inferior forgot to flatter the superior, they marched silently in the scattered smoke, as if overnight, understood grief.

Not long ago, all the unbearable demons turned into warcraft, and all beasts ran, dying day after day.

Today, the whole magic is immersed in this atmosphere of grief.

A pair of black eyes, from time to time through the diffuse smoke and dust, stared at the black day set in Phnom Penh in the sky, with a name in mind - Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes and woke up from his dreams and returned to the fragrant island, the beauty's embrace, but his face was a little sad.

And when he affects the people, the people also affects him. Everything is karma and reward.

His strength grew every moment, even far beyond the speed of his practice, which was the sum of the aspirations of billions of demons.

A demon is weak, like a drop of water and a sea compared to his true God. However, when billions of trillions of water droplets converge, they can flood rivers and sweep the ocean.

Once upon a time, hundreds of thousands of armies gathered temporarily beneath Black Cloud City to multiply his strength and crush all opponents of the same realm. How terrible is the power of demons, who are more than 10,000 times larger in number and who continually provide the will?

And this is just the beginning, the demons have just heard the name "Li Qingshan”, Qian Jungzheng has not yet made a move, and her Ming Church is exalted. The demons can not yet believe in him, so they can influence his emotions.

As faith deepens, so does the impact, even distorting some of his thoughts until they shake his heart.

That's why he doesn't want to be worshipped and influenced. However, when he swallows the heart of the Dark Day Demon and is determined to change the magic domain, affecting hundreds of millions of demons, he cannot reject the influence of the Demon. Nature is the object of the devil's worship, whether he wants it or not.

And without the strength of this faith, it would not have been possible to win the war. His opponents could have been the famous Immortal Buddha, worshipped by the whole six rounds, 3,000 worlds, each of whom accumulated unknown tens of thousands of years of wisdom, not only the Law of the Avenue of the Controller, but also the hearts and minds of the world.

If they are reluctant to pay even that price, why compete with them? Perhaps it is the power of this faith that is lacking in comparison to the seven great saints that has been repressed.

War is not a game, even for the gods. It is not just ordinary demons that are to be sacrificed. He, the king of demons, is the most important sacrifice.

Flower Rendezvous gently caressed his wrinkled eyebrows with his thin fingertips, curious to ask: "Does God dream too? ”

Li Qingshan answered softly: "God is the dream of all beings. ”

“Dreams?” Flowers blink, seemingly understanding, not understanding.

Li Qingshan touched her head: “I should get going. ”

Flower reveal did not retain, just smiled: "Have a safe journey. ”

Once the flowers have blossomed, there will be no regrets. As for when the flower giver will come back, that is the matter of the flower giver.

The traveler took away a fragrance and continued to dream of the distant dream - the dark and dark night, the teenager with the little girl, dressed in a dress, standing in the alley, arching his hand against the passing carriage, not to mention the young girl's remaining purple sword and flowers, disappearing into the dark rain screen.

And then, by the way, after another battle with President Zhuo Zhibaozhou, he was instructed to complete a mission to investigate a Yizhuang. In fact, Zhuo Zhibao tried to get rid of him with the hands of the Zombie Taoist, which is where he met several Mo disciples, led by Hao Pingyang. Then they went deep into the underground cave, and the Zombie Warrior killed Uncle Zhuo.

The Mo disciples, only Hao Pingyang, survived three days of robbery.

However, Li Qingshan did not intend to bring him into the magic as if he were Li Long.

Although agriculture is underdeveloped, magic is not comparable to any other world, not to mention the small world of five continents.

Who gives the Realm a "Goddess of Oracle"!

Legend has it that he was a monarch of ancient times, obsessed with all kinds of machinery and equipment since childhood, he was able to cut bamboo wood and make birds and magpies before the age of 10, so he flew for three days. A great sage advised him that the wooden bird, though ingenious, was not good for the people and did not really work as well as a wheelbarrow polished by ordinary carpenters. And as a king of a nation, you shouldn't be mechanically obsessed with such trails.

Instead, he did nothing but listen to himself. He was still intoxicated with all sorts of machinations, and then banished into magic. Instead, it became him, creating a unique path, fitting the avenue, and becoming a demon god.

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The construction technology of the Kazuku Demon God has even surpassed Li Qingshan's imagination. It is far from comparable to that of the Mo family, and for tens of millions of years, a large group of demon emperors specializing in this path have been brought together under their hands. It is the best candidate for "Da Shi Build”.

Now that the magic is unified, the next step is to build infrastructure, whether it be water conservancy or bridge roads. A pioneering revolution must be built.

Water facilities can increase food production and greatly increase the population of the magic. Road traffic can connect vast areas of magic and mobilize troops to support the front line at any time.

How powerful people are. Man is fundamental to everything, and there are people who practise, and there are gods and fairies. Even the most ordinary demons can provide a great deal of faith and ultimately determine the victory and defeat of this war.