Legend of the Great Saint

A blue and blue light rushed out of Xuan Pluto Province, suddenly drawing a right angle and flying towards Vientiane Sect.

The waves at sea were huge, the ear wind whistled, Piyang Autumn heart was nervous to the extreme point, and he glanced back at the abyss mouth of Xuan Plough Cave Province, but fortunately, there was silence in Xuan Plough Cave Province, Li Qingshan didn't seem to want to chase him, he couldn't help but grow a breath: “Gamble won! ”

Although it was judged that it was only an incarnation, and the incarnation was at least weaker than the main body of the heavenly robbery, that is, Li Qingshan in Xuan Pluto Cave Province was only the strongest of the Yang God Brothers, Li Qingshan's sense of oppression to him was really too strong, like a cloud over his head, and he dared not fully believe his judgment.

If it is wrong, there is only one way to die, he is even ready to abandon his flesh and flee only by the gods of the sun. Even if I had to reshape my flesh, it would be better than falling into magic and doing what the Demon King does!

When he escaped from the sky, the endless sea breeze swept in, and he suddenly felt the sky was wide open and I could not help but mock myself: “I was almost frightened by an incarnation! But what exactly has he been through? How did it get so scary? Do evil gods have such a powerful power? ”

But thinking about it, after all, it was Li Qingshan. Even if he turned into an evil god, he was not a common evil god. His mind was still as uncertain as the sea before he could even think about it. It was now imperative to return to Vientiane Sect and to report what had been seen and heard in Xuanliu Cave Mansion.

The Ashuro Fighting God seemed to come from a shallow past. He could not move with one eye alone, and what he said was even more astonishing: “Fire burns, God enjoins peace...”

He wondered uncertainly: "What kind of evil god deserves to be recruited by God? ”

The heavens are the kingdoms of heaven, the supreme being. Almost equates to the incarnation of the sky, what mortals call “God." Even if the Buddha sees you, call him "Your Majesty”.

But the great lord of Vientiane was only the son of the master of the study. For Yanggod monks such as Piyang Qiu, the goal of life is to climb for nine days and be qualified to call them “sire”.

And these beings are mentioned by both of them very naturally, and even implicitly, there is a need to confront them.

Letting Piyang Qiu be smart, I don't understand what's going on. It's like there's an answer in the bottom of my heart, but it's like it's across a diaphragm, my mind is restless, I can't believe it.

Soon after, Vientiane appeared on the sea level, Piyang Autumn became faster and rushed into Vientiane's Shouxiang Mountain Formation. He was a little relieved.

He is familiar with the method of formation, no one understands the power of this "all-inclusive array" better than him. Compared to the “Black Cloud Thunder Roar Array" in Black Cloud City in the past, he is many times more powerful. Also, it is presided over by a celestial god who has survived six heavenly robberies. Let alone an incarnation of the district, even if Li Qingshan dared to break into the array, he is still dead.

And there are countless disciples in the sect, bringing together the heavens and the earth, that is, ten evil gods will not break the line.

With an unparalleled sense of security, Piyang Qiu entered the Heavenly Book Building, ready to report directly to the Hailing Emperor.

But even if the disciples were true, they wouldn't dare fly in the skyscraper, only to climb upstairs. Strangely, however, his mind has never been able to fully settle down.

Step by step until the top of the tall building. A neatly arranged bookshelf couldn't see the end of the line. The air was filled with the scent of books. After a bookshelf, Peiyang Qiu found it belonged to Hailing. He was turning his back on him and burying it in a book.

Peiyang Autumn bowed his head and arched his hands. "Spiritual reverence, Master Peiyang Autumn of Heavenly Buddhism has important news! ”

“Is this about Li Qingshan?” To the lord of Hailing, turn around slowly.

“Exactly.” Peiyang Qiu responded, but suddenly felt that the voice was so familiar. As soon as he looked up, he saw Li Qingshan smiling and not smiling. He was surprised that he took a few steps backwards, pointing to Li Qingshan: “Li... Li Qingshan! What are you doing here? ”

“Where else could I go?” Li Qingshan turned around slowly.

As he turned, the scene in the skyscraper changed dramatically, and the darkness spread from all sides to all sides. The black water flooded a bookshelf, a sunlight penetrating through the roof, dripping down from above, illuminating an area, like a stage illuminated by spotlights.

Li Qingshan stood in the center of the stage, as well as Piyang Qiu.

Peiyang Autumn's consciousness blurred and found herself still standing in Xuanlui Cave, on the surface of the black mirror, falling like an ice cave.

Li Qingshan shook his head slightly, and Piyang Qiu was weaker than he thought. Not power, but consciousness.

Although the incarnation is only the incarnation, the implementation of it is still the will of the Lord of the Magic. In terms of power, the incarnation is far less than Peiyang Autumn, but in terms of mind, Peiyang Autumn has little decent resistance.

From greed at the beginning, to the scare of meeting Li Qingshan, to the ecstasy of escape day, so uncertain and surprised, can not be taken advantage of by the demon of the heart? And all along, he never had the slightest idea of fighting. He was either afraid or trying to escape. How could he resist Li Qingshan, who carried the business ideas of the magic people?

If power is the “kingdom”, then the mind is the “king”, while the demon of the heart is the “assassin” of His Majesty the King, daggering and mysterious.

Peiyang Qiu is obviously the king of the dead, easily held up, easy even somewhat boring.

If Li Qingshan didn't want to plot Vientiane Sect, he would need Piyang Qiu to help break the line. He couldn't care less.

“Nevertheless, the sea does not resist the fine flow, and a Yanggod monk who knows the way of formation is useful. ”

Li Qingshan walked forward: “Piyang Qiu, I will lead you in the name of the Lord of Magic!” And whether he wants it or not, he presses his hand against his head.

Piyang Autumn raw materials are limited in strength, and I want to struggle again, I hear words shocked, “Lord of the Magic! ”

An idea broke through that septum: Li Qingshan is not an evil god, Li Qingshan is not an evil god, Li Qingshan is not an evil god...

“Are you the... demon star?” Everything is perfectly cheerful and still unbelievable, and rightly so.

How could it have been so majestic if it had not been for the true God? If it had not been for the demon star, it would not have been the Lord who would have taken comfort in it.

Li Qingshan's dark eyes became immensely deep, like the bottomless abyss of two black holes. Peiyang Qiu couldn't help but look at it independently, only feeling that the whole mind was sucked into it.

In the abyss, he heard those whispers again, both men, women and children, mixed together, still slightly like mosquitoes, but no longer painful grievances, but full of fanatical worship.

Li Qingshan unified the twelve demonic realms, cut off the supreme gods of the twelve demons, downgraded them as his own auxiliary gods, and concentrated the faith and wishes of all demonic realms on himself. These voices demonic realms of life worship the supreme gods.

At the beginning, it was still fine as a mosquito, instantly turned into a loud celebration, and for a second it was a tsunami in the sea, shocked by thunder.

But Peiyang Qiu dared not resist. If it resisted, it was madness. How many more people in this world dare to resist the will of the gods, and how many more are willing to die defending their hearts and minds?

In an instant, that wave flooded Piyang Qiu and became part of his mind. When he looked at Li Qingshan, his heart rose to worship indefinitely, willing to die for it, immediately kneeling down and praying, five bodies to the ground, shouting: “My king, you are the master of the magic, you are the only true God! ”

Li Qingshan smiled lightly: “Of course. ”