Legend of the Great Saint

Shen Yu's book beside him was also stunned by this method and almost forgot to be scared.

It turns out that in the face of absolute power, not only can we survive, but we can't even die.

Li Qingshan's faceless end sat on the withered earth, really like a statue of a god. He saw this untamed sword cultivation become so humble, and he didn't know what to think. Just continue to carry out the Kirin change and spiritual energy, purify this hundred grasses thoroughly, never leave the enemy a tree behind.

After gathering some more spiritual energy, gently on Wan Jianfeng's forehead at will, rolling spiritual energy and understanding of the sword canal will be injected into Wan Jianfeng's Yang god.

Wan Jianfeng was shocked and his eyes were rounded.

In an instant, the clouds swept and gathered again, clamping the thunderous sounds, rolling together, at which time all the starlight was shielded.

Li Qingshan looked up to the sky. The threat of this heavenly robbery far outweighed that of Fang Cai Nguyen Yao Bamboo Ferry. After all, Wan Jianfeng practiced not "Natural Sky Book", but "Royal Sword Sky Book". Naturally, there was no such preference. Instead of being attenuated in any way, the power of heavenly robbery will be even more intense.

This is the rule of heavenly robbery: the stronger you fight, the more powerful heavenly robbery becomes.

The path of sword cultivation is to undergo a thousand hammers of purification.

If Wan Jianfeng falls, there will surely be some vigilance in returning to Hailing, but Li Qingshan still chose to gamble, and if he succeeds, he can add a powerful help, and he wants more than that.

Wan Jianfeng prayed deeply to Li Qingshan, stood up empty and prepared for the ferry.

At this time, we see a distorted shadow climbing out of the void. It's the troublemaker, but it's more than three heads.

The original advantage of sword repair is that the heart God is pure and determined. It is not easily disturbed by the mind demon, nor can it attract the demon head. Now, however, Wan Jianfeng's heart demons are stronger than Nguyen Yao Bamboo.

This is not because of faith. True faith is spontaneous, inward and outward, thoughtful and enlightened. And the faith of Wan Jianfeng was forcibly indoctrinated.

Li Qingshan's actions are no different from those of demons, and even more powerful and unreasonable than ordinary demons.

Ordinary demon head disrupts the practitioner, at least a few steps need to be "borne by color, borne by thought...” Li Qingshan is the fanatical worship of the innumerable magic, crossing the "color of thought walking” directly crushed Wan Jianfeng's self-consciousness, which led him to fanatical worship of himself, while also creating huge self-contradictions.

And these contradictions are obscured by this fanatical worship, because he can never question his God, and he can never reconcile himself.

For a practitioner, this is essentially tantamount to the imposition of the death penalty, cutting off the path of practice. For a sword repair, the wilderness was almost exposed, from a swordsman to a swordsman.

Li Qingshan could not have made progress without his fixing infinitely close to six heavenly robberies, unless he was completely refined into a puppet.

Wan Jianfeng is like a warped sword, and it's filled with irreparable cracks. Each crack is a crack and a wound that will definitely lead to a lot of “sharks”.

However, Li Qingshan was not surprised, but this is exactly what he wanted. Not only did he want a sword slave who had survived six heavenly robberies, but he also wanted to conquer another demon.

Li Qingshan watched the sky, while continuing to refine the herb, condensed the rolling spirit into an inky green bead, connected in a string, wrapped around his arms.

As if to completely forget the existence of Shen Yu Book, Shen Yu Book also runs "Nature Book" to the extent possible, so that his breath is fully integrated with the surrounding environment, and he wants to be forgotten.

Boom!

The first lightning strike fell.

Time, thunderstorms, blades, demon dance.

Wan Jianfeng, one sword at a time, fought against this tremendous Tianwei, it is precisely the pride of sword cultivation.

Then the sword has not risen, the heart is confused, the colour is wanted to act, the five shades are glorious, some sorrow comes from it, the sword is drawn and the mind is confused.

……

Stay until the last lightning strike falls and the clouds rise.

Li Qingshan has completely refined Baihua Garden into a string of master spiritual beads, a total of 36, wrapped around his small arm for several weeks, like a string of memorial beads, reminded him of Xiao An, stared for a long time.

He had more than a dozen more troubled demons in front of him. Unfortunately, he was not able to attract another demon. I wondered if he was proud of himself and refused to lend him any more horses.

Li Qingshan can't help but curse a few cheeks in his heart, but this death demon is enough. It is a pleasure to save a lot of trouble when attacking Vientiane Sect. It is unfortunate that this demon walked through his sea of knowledge, and now he is in a terrible state of embarrassment and distortion, so something needs to be done.

At this time, Wan Jianfeng slowly descended from the sky, the surrounding light was dim, his eyes were indifferent and empty, and he appeared very weak.

Although Li Qingshan helped him to conquer all the troubled demons, none of the inner Five Shadows could help him, so the Five Shadows flourished, unable to control themselves, and eventually only abandoned the flesh to heal the demons. Today, he can only be a ghost fairy.

But even so, his cultivation still has a dramatic transformation, and ordinary fairies are not his opponents. And not an evil god, will not receive attention over nine days, will be a good help.

And without the fetters of flesh, the sword is more pure. But that's all.

Li Qingshan removed a soul pearl for him. Wan Jianfeng's hollow eyes ignited fanaticism again. He gratefully received it. He sat aside to rest and regain his strength.

“Thirty-five more. ”

Li Qingshan reckoned silently. He looked down at Shen Yu's book and looked at him like an ostrich buried in sand. He couldn't help laughing.

“The book of Shen Yu! ”

Shen Yu's book was all sweaty and stuffed with garlic. Had he just entered the Hundred Grasses, he might have been able to say a few hard words and even died generously like Wan Jianfeng, but under constant pressure his mind had collapsed completely and had been completely devoured by fear.

Shouted in a voice like a duck strangled: "I will drop! I'll drop it! Big Brother, please read to me at the same door and spare me my life! I must be faithful. I will die! ”

“Yes!” Li Qingshan faded away.

Shen Yu's book is like listening to fairy sounds, like being amnestied, and he even bows down: “Thank you, Brother Big Brother. No, thank you, Master, thank you! ”

“I'm taking you for a use!” Li Qingshan's fingers bounced gently, “lend me your Yin Gods first! ”

With a bang, Shen Yu's chest shook, the Yin Goddess excelled, and the Dead Devil got Li Qingshan's indication, and immediately jumped on it. The Yin Goddess with the appearance of Shen Yu book, his face was full of wrinkles and quickly grew old.

“No, Li Qingshan! ”

Shen Yushan looked at Li Qingshan with despair and hatred, and Li Qingshan returned with cold eyes.

The Death Demon is a cicada lying on the tree. He sucked the idea and life of Shen Yu book with a big mouth. He quickly consumed it. He left behind a flesh, swayed, and fell forward.

“Lend me your flesh again! ”

Li Qingshan leaned down, the vast body like the mountain fully invested in the flesh of Shen Yushu, reached out to support the body about to fall, and waved his head without turning back. The Death Demon led more than ten troubled demons into the void, and Wan Jianfeng turned into a sword and light.

As if entering the late autumn, full of yellow eyes, cold and depressed, without anger, Baihua Garden seems to be responding to the legendary saying: where the demon stars are, the swordmen are together and the grass is not left.

“Vientiane Zong, I'm coming. ”