Legend of the Great Saint

At this time, the fog poured sharply, and the skyscraper became clearer and more discernible, from which the voice of the Spirit was as vast as the sea:

“Li Qingshan, The Book of Vientiane is the treasure of the Vientiane Sect. The master ordered me to guard the Vientiane Sect. The Book of Vientiane could never be given to outsiders, let alone to a demon god! ”

The sound is no longer confined to this square, but spreads across the streets and alleys of Vientiane, shaking the sea.

“Demon God!? ”

Without mentioning the reactions of the rest of the city, all the facsimile disciples were horrified and forced to take a few steps backwards.

Only Cold Abyss stood still, but the surrounding body suddenly raised a round of brilliant ice rings, spinning fast to protect itself tightly. Though he was fearless by his martial arts characteristics, his heart went deep. The giant wolf under the seat also looked extremely disturbed, clamping his tail to retreat.

Daimonfan's mouth twitched a little and wanted to say “I knew it”, suddenly felt that everything was perfectly cheerful. All the anxiety, irritability and anxiety these days had a very clear and specific reason - the nightmare came true - but a strange sense of release, and he said softly: “If I guessed correctly, he was the demon. ”

By this time, no one would despise her, all staring dead at the man in the fog.

“Then there's no other way.” Li Qingshan shrugged his shoulders, and that ordinary to extreme face erased all facial expressions, but his eyes lit up with two red spots.

“All disciples obey orders, kill Li Qingshan's incarnation! Today's battle is about the survival of Zongmen. If anyone dares to step back...”

Hailing's reverence is not over. Li Qingshan has been emptied.

All the facsimile disciples reacted instantly, like a big, tight bow that lashed out the arrows in their hands.

Cold water is the calmer and quickest to react. Without any movement, the surrounding circle of ice emits 3600 cold flashes. Each flash of ice dust is smaller than snowflakes, but any little bit of ice dust can instantly freeze to death a whale.

Li Qingshan was halfway through the air, as if he were a live target, neither avoiding nor resisting. 3600 cold rays were all shot into him, and he was covered with frost and white when climbing. But his skin was red as a fire, like a cooked crab, and his muscles were knotted, his face was exposed, and he looked incredibly scary.

At this point, the disciples in the back of the room also reacted, releasing the spells in their hands.

Wang Junxing was also in the crowd, his face was distorted like a human figure. When he heard the words "Li Qingshan”, he felt that Li Qingshan's eyes had swept through the crowd, and had stayed on him for a little while. The meaning contained therein almost caused his blood to reflux.

He knew that the death of Childhood Achievement and others had a great deal to do with him and was always proud of it. Even if he was revoked from the Law Department, he would not regret it. This was his revenge on Li Qingshan. He did not regret it until the moment he was targeted by Li Qingshan, and he never regretted it so much in his life.

Who would have thought that Li Qingshan's revenge came so fiercely.

So he dared not have any reservations, roaring to motivate all his powers, condensed into a giant axe and slashed Li Qingshan's head.

“Boom, boom, boom! ”

In time, the spiritual light broke through the fog and filled the square. These different properties of spells collided with each other, causing a series of explosions and emitting millions of dazzling glows.

Li Qingshan exploded into a bloody mist. Before it could disperse, it was evaporated.

“Won!” Wang Junxing was delighted, almost jumping.

The fax disciples looked at each other and thought it was too easy.

“It's Vientiane! ”

All of a sudden, Cold Abyss clearly saw that all but the cold flashes of his spells had disappeared. Li Qingshan's body was not frozen and shattered, but more like under immense and invisible pressure, suddenly burst open.

Other facsimile disciples also instantly realized: Yes, this is the battle between Li Qingshan and the Emperor of Hailing, they are merely auxiliaries.

It is not their spells that really work, but the Vientiane Array presided over by the Lord of Hailing. The application of the law of formation by the Lord of Hailing is so exquisite that they have not wasted a single bit of power. All the power is concentrated on Li Qingshan, so that they do not even feel the law of formation working.

Even if Li Qingshan became a demon god, his incarnation was nothing more than an evil god, equal to a cultivation that was revered by Hailing, and he was foolish enough to try to dive into the city. He fell into this Vientiane Array. Of course, he could not be an opponent of Hailing's reverence.

Daimon Fan's complexion, the more intense the death in the air, the stronger the anxiety in her heart, did not hesitate to swallow another "du Urdan”, the treasure she prepared to cope with the catastrophe of heaven and earth, can be repaired several times in a short time, at the cost of the most precious lifetime for the practitioner.

At this time, the glow of the spell explosion had not dissipated, and she had only seen a huge shadow hidden in the bright light, 'Is it the Skybook Building?’ That shadow is moving 'is not a skyscraper! ’

“Careful! ”

Daemon's pupils contracted, and the passage of time seemed to slow down.

A giant head gently protrudes from the glow, like a man, not a man, like a beast, not a beast, a pair of giant antlers on the head, but the lines on the forehead converge into a "king," like a deer, not a deer, like a tiger, not a tiger. Huge, mountain-like bodies are also under immense and intangible pressure, with their backs bowed high and bent deep.

The “monster" opened his big mouth and revealed his fangs. He looked angry and smiled. He took a deep breath and raised his chest high, almost touching the ground.

The Tiger Devil's Wave!

At this moment, Wang Junxing in the crowd was absolutely convinced that the “monster” was staring at himself, but he seemed foolish and unable to react.

A facsimile disciple was caught between him and the "monster” and hit by an airflow.

The airflow was no more than ten feet in diameter, completely transparent but clearly identifiable. It became oval in flight, and the moment it hit the facsimile disciple, it burst apart, turning into countless wind blades and an astonishing rave, sweeping through the clouds and fog, like a big storm.

Although the facsimile disciple had used the life-sustaining magic treasure and carried out several spell protectors, it was all torn apart, spells, magic treasure, coat, flesh...

The translucent sun god came out, but covered his ears painfully, sending a fierce cry. It's just instinct, and it doesn't make any real sense. Although the Sun God is similar in appearance to humans, the structure is completely different, closer to a mass of energy.

The howling just stopped, and the sun broke!

Wang Junxing felt only a gust of wind passing. There was a trace of blood on his face and body. He lifted his right hand, and his hands were covered with crossed and staggered blood marks. After moving gently, he broke apart and sprinkled the ground.

“Lee...” He wanted to talk and cut his tongue in pieces. To look up, the world suddenly tilts and spins. Seeing all the disciples standing next to him suddenly broke apart in place.

“I'm dead...” This is his last consciousness.