Legend of the Great Saint

Nine colored deer frowned slightly, hidden feeling Li Qingshan's tone was not quite right. But thinking about it, this boy has always had a good temper. He was so wronged by Hailing. He must have a fire in his heart. He must ask the old turtle Xingshi about his sins and seek justice.

“Hip-hop, with his current fix, he's not much weaker than that old turtle. I'm afraid that old turtle is in big trouble this time! ”

However, a little doubt arose in her mind. She belongs to the same Ingenious Spirit as Hailing and understands the extraordinary things about the Turtle Clan better than humans. Humans practitioners have to study hard for many years to understand the ways of calculation, but for a tortoise, it is a natural instinct, like swimming.

“And to the Lord Hailing has always been cautious, how can such a big thing be so wrong if it is not so sure, it would never be as public as this, white damage to the reputation of Vientiane sect? ”

However, looking at Nguyen Yaozhu, he snuggled in Li Qingshan's arms. He looked like a herbalist. He distinguished himself as a little woman who had found a way to rely on him. He was relieved of his slightly reddish face and smiled. He trusted that Li Qingshan would explain clearly to Hailing and resolve this great misunderstanding. Even a little bit of pride.

“Alas, this silly piece of wood, what a love robbery! ”

In this scenario, the nine-colored deer naturally cannot express these doubts, only hope that the biggest and deepest concern in their hearts will not come true.

Li Qingshan suddenly turned his head: “But before you do, would you like to hear my story?” Yaozhu.

“Mmm.” Nguyen Yaozhu nodded and suddenly shouted.

It turns out that Li Qingshan held her up and sat in a flower bed.

Nguyen Yaozhu couldn't help but struggle. "Brother, let go of me! ”

Nine colored deer angrily tapped forward and said, “Which man would let you go like this? ”

Li Qingshan said in the ears of Nguyen Yaozhu: “Don't move, listen to me. ”

His low voice seemed to have a magic or a majesty, and Nguyen Yaozhu stopped struggling and looked up at him with blinking eyes.

This is the perfect blend of the ways of the devil and the power of the gods. The mouth contains the heavenly constitution, the words are spoken and the hands are raised and the feet are filled with endless charm. Every word is as hard to resist as a decree, enough to influence the heart of a Yang god monk.

Of course, it is also at this moment that Nguyen Yaozhu has no objection to him at all. She unreservedly believes in Li Qingshan and is in the midst of the great sadness and joy of meeting again for a long time. It is called "the Six Gods without Lord”.

“I did not initially reach the magic domain, but was introduced to the world of delight, and was sealed as the Galaxy Goddess will...”

As Li Qingshan began to tell the story of what he had been through, Nguyen Yaozhu gradually forgot to be shy and immersed in his story. Li Fengyuan and the nine-colored deer couldn't help but put their ears up and listen carefully.

Extraordinary world is a magical world, and what Li Qingshan experienced in Extraordinary world is even more strange and unbelievable.

And everyone here felt that, in Li Qingshan's flat voice, there were emotions hidden that could not be described in words, sometimes like an old man, talking about many years ago. Sometimes he is naive like a child, and he doesn't know what is between right and wrong and good and evil.

Heard that he had lost all memories despite Nirvana's rebirth in order to resist the influence of the world of euphoria. Everyone was worried about him, but thought it was something Li Qingshan would do. Heard that he had been adopted by an elderly couple and named "Egg Sheng”, everyone laughed. Somehow they thought the name was suitable for him.

Unknowingly, the sky faded away and the night came.

As the story progressed, Egg Sheng finally embarked on a journey to the Great Thunder Monastery, and it was like fate. The audience is getting more and more immersed in the story, and the flowers and trees around them seem to be listening.

Li Qingshan was a disciple of the novelist, but he had to admit that his work in this business was not very successful, so he copied the work of previous generations, and Xiao 'an came to help modify the color, to be honest, those stories did not belong to him at all. And now this is the best story he's ever told, a story that belongs entirely to him.

When the moon went up in Jomtien, Silver Fai sprinkled.

“Li Qingshan, what are you doing!? ”

Suddenly a shout of scolding shouted, the nine colored deer eyes filled with anger, staring closely at Li Qingshan, more precisely, at Li Qingshan's left hand, which is hiding beside Nguyen Yaozhu.

Nguyen Yaozhu's face was blind, like the first time she woke up in a big dream, her heart was still immersed in the story - the kinds of things Li Qingshan experienced in the magic field were far more strange and exciting than the joyful world. She also wondered if Li Qingshan could escape from the labyrinth of the Nine Baby Evil God, and how he defeated the Poor Magic God...

“It's a natural god, my story isn't over yet!” Li Qingshan shook his head with some regret: “But it's too early, let's talk about it today! ”

“Jiu?” Nguyen Yaozhu blinked his eyes and looked at the nine colored deer. He also looked at Li Qingshan and didn't know what had happened.

Somehow, Li Fengyuan closed his eyes again and couldn't bear to see what happened next.

Li Qingshan lifted up his left hand slowly, holding a flower in his palm, white and elongated petal, slowly blooming in his hand, as if picked up by hand, but no flower existed in the surrounding flower bush.

And that flower is not like an ordinary grass, and each petal is exactly the same size, and the distance between the petals and the petals is exactly the same, and there are seventy-two pieces in three layers, twenty-four in each.

The Great Battle of the Hundred Grass Gardens, known as the 72nd Waiting Array.

The calendar has clouds: “Five days is the hour, three is the hour, six is the hour, four is the year. ”

Twenty-four breaths a year, divided into 72 hours. The role of the "seventy-two Waiting Law" is to finely adjust the climate in the hundred grasses, so that all kinds of different habits of wonder flower grass can be proud, hence the name.

As the foundation of the Vientiane Sect, the power of this "72nd Waiting Array” is far above the “Great Array of the Underworld" in Xuan Plough Province, and this flower, with 72 petals, is the core array of this array and the symbol of the identity of the Baiyuan owner.

Nguyen Yao Bamboo touched the ring between his fingers, the flowers were not there, his heart panicked, like a step to the sky, at the foot is the abyss of millions.

He broke out of his arms and smiled: "Aoyama. Don't be ridiculous, I can't give you this stuff, even if you're the big brother.” Her tone was almost begging. Nine colored deer were about to break their hearts and stare dead at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan did not move. He stared at the flowers in his hand and released a ray of darkness from the flowers. From the inside out, he dyed the white petal sheet black.

Even if he had become a god, this seventy-two waiting franchise was only an incarnation, and it was difficult to refine for a moment or three.

However, in addition to the owner of the Baihua Garden and the reverence of Hailing, there is one person who has mastered the 72nd Waiting Law, which is the head of Tianfu Department, Piyang Qiu.

Nine colored deer angry: “Wood, don't be silly! He's going to take your Hundred Grasses. He's demonized! ”

Li Qingshan seemed to concentrate on refining the "flowers” without any more cover, releasing mortal magic. It was darker than night. It completely shielded the bright moonlight. His figure was also submerged in the dark, and his eyes emitted red light.

Deep in the darkness are the bitter whispers of the hundreds of trillion demons, who, as if they were no longer among the flowers, sat high on the sea of blood.

“No, you won't!” Nguyen Yaozhu shook his head slowly, tearing like rain.

Li Qingshan looked up at her and sighed as if he were saying: “Yaozhu, this is the end of the story. ”

Flowers in the hands, stained as much ink as possible.