Legend of the Great Saint

Wuzhou World

A man walks on the road.

At dawn, the sun is not rising, the sky is bright and the wilderness is vast. The air is fresh and moist and refreshing. His pace is also extra light, but every step leaves a deep footprint, full of courage and confidence, leaving dewy water soaked in his clothes, as if he were walking in his own home yard.

This is his world, his name is Li Qingshan.

Go beyond the flourishing island, the scent is still wrapped around the tip of his nose, there is nothing more relaxing than the tenderness of a good person, not to mention the colour of the world, the head of a flower, even if he goes far, still gives him a taste.

Looking back at what happened last night, there was almost a slight feeling in the cold wind this morning.

On this trip back home, following the trajectory of the long river of memory, I saw the old people: Li Long, String Moon, Yu Zijian, Flower Reveal… It produced many feelings, although not without loneliness and sadness, but overall it is still pleasant.

Especially in the flower-exposed cave, the rain overturned, bathed and dressed, slept for a long night, felt light-hearted and each bone loosened up quickly.

“There should indeed be such a break after the Great War. ”

And that's why he wasn't in a hurry to visit the next “deceased," he just strolled over the wilderness.

Because the deceased was so special that she was the woman he almost wanted to marry, Han Jong-chi.

At that time, he was out of the woods. Even though he had some strength, he hid it deeply. However, he was partially loved by her, the Han sister, and had to be with him regardless of everything.

There was only one such thing in his life when he met a few beautiful people. For him, it was not only a love affair, but also a very special favor.

The time spent with her can almost be described as the calmest and quietest period of his life. There is nothing strange about it, and writing a story can never be better, but it seems precious to him in his life.

However, he could not have lived so calmly for the rest of his life, and what happened afterwards: deception, breach of contract, parting, still feeling guilty in retrospect.

So I didn't want to see her in this state. I had to wait for the scent to dissipate and the aftertaste to disappear before I could face it.

I couldn't help but shake my head. On this return journey, many people behaved unexpectedly. Indeed, the human heart is the hardest to measure, even the gods cannot be counted down.

Meanwhile, Baihua Cave Mansion.

In the water vapor, Hana Cheng is spreading his body comfortably, leaning comfortably against the hot spring pool, smiling and thinking: “Brother Li, you think you took advantage, but I don't know that I made up for your regrets, hip-hop! ”

Who under the general sky would have thought of the hall “Hundred Flowers Fairy” and kept remembering a man? But knowing that man's name was Li Qingshan wouldn't surprise me.

However, Li Qingshan has always been a forgetful person, facing the sun and making great strides forward. So as the sun rose, the aftertaste disappeared as quickly as the dew.

He took a deep breath and exhausted the last hint of flowers. Suddenly he lost a smile. He felt like a husband who was out looking for joy. Before entering the house, he had to rectify his mood and speech and wipe away the perfume and kiss marks.

Waiting one step to cross the 10,000-mile road to come to Han Jongzhi, give her a surprise, suddenly a strange buzz through her mind.

He frowned suspiciously, his unconscious side ears listened, and all the sounds within a hundred miles were under his surveillance without hearing the source of the sounds.

He can also expand the scope of surveillance to all the sounds of the world, yet that sound is close by, close to the ear.

He covered his ears with his hands, isolating everything from the outside, and the buzzing still didn't go away.

He looked down as if he understood what it was, slowly lowered his hands, took a breath and concentrated his whole spirit to distinguish the buzzing sound. Finally, it became clear that it was the voice of countless people, men, women and children, but too slight and too noisy, so it sounded like a buzz.

At the same time, he also felt the convergence and growth of power, not so powerful, but so inextricably linked, and so different from ordinary spiritual power.

Instead of being happy, his face grew heavier and he stopped, such as walking in the abyss, such as on thin ice.

“Isn't that what you want? ”

Li Qingshan smiled and spoke to himself. He shook his head helplessly. His hands dropped helplessly beside him. Even a little sadness appeared in his face.

Even in the face of the most horrific enemies, countless attempts at death have never revealed such a state of mind.

That power, that buzzing sound, is exactly what we call the power of faith.

Everything was much faster than he thought, and perhaps last night's dream had already heralded something.

Like the darkest night, a ray of light, in the name of the Lord of Demons, all the hopes, wishes, beliefs, are gathering towards him.

Little by little, Baichuan returns to the sea.

So the star became more and more radiant, gradually transcending the array around it, representing the twelve demons of the twelve demons.

Back in the day, under Black Cloud City, before the formation of the two armies, hundreds of thousands of armies could briefly gather together to destroy the decay, not to mention the beliefs of hundreds of millions of demons, and will surely assemble into incredible powers.

But what's the price?

Li Qingshan is probably very clear. It's something more precious than life, something that I'd rather die than lose - the Nine Changes of God, just to be the same.

But I'm afraid the final enemy is no match for "rope saws, water drops and stones", and he can already foresee that “faith” will affect him more and more. This is the path he chose and the price he must bear.

Qian Yongzhi's woman hasn't even moved yet.

A demon's voice may sound like a mosquito, but the sound of a collection of billions of demons must sound thunderous, constant, endless, and full of terror, anger, resentment, mourning… everything imaginable or unimaginable in the world is negative.

Yeah, if you're happy with your life, why do you have to ask God to worship Buddha? The world is still unsatisfactory, and the infinite number of creatures go after that delightful pure earth, not to mention the opposite of the delightful pure earth, full of painful and torturous magical creatures.

He shook his hands and restrained the urge to cover his ears. He can cut off all “noise” and cut off all beliefs.

Yet he needs this power, and the enemies of heaven are coming!

The man who looks like a heavenly incarnation but is wearing a bear skin.

The master who opened up only the hands of the pure earth and the devil earth - as my Buddha did.

None of them is in his power today, and he needs the power of the magic to confront them positively.

I just hope that by that day, Li Qingshan will still be Li Qingshan.