Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan's whistle suddenly stopped, and the aftersounds were not in the roar of the magic burst.

Everyone else was in a relaxed mood, and the whistling sounds, though not lethal, were always a little annoying to hear.

Only Dai Mengfan felt tight in her heart, only that the air's dying breath had thickened to the point of substance, which made her feel a little nauseous stomach, hurriedly recovered that strength, will be very energetic, half used to calculate, half ready to escape.

Downstairs, the fire burns, the wind dances, and the blades fly.

Li Qingshan set his head in the center of the fire sea, let the knife axe chop, the fire to burn, a long black hair danced in the fire.

He has shrunk dozens of times, leaving only the remaining height. Nor was it the appearance of the semi-human monster, almost completely restored except for a pair of curved horns on his head and a pale green skin.

However, compared to normal human size, he was at least two or three times wider, his chest was like a gate, his thighs were like columns, and a pair of arms, thicker than his legs, almost drowned on the ground. He was all wrapped up, just crossbody with a huge string of marbles, his muscles knotted like they were about to explode, like raw iron casting.

Unconsciously, his fierce temper had completely dissipated, and all emotions had calmed down and he could not resist. Even the face is very wide - thick eyebrows, chunky nose beams, big mouth - and even a little thick.

Then he stood there just plain and ordinary, but it felt like a mountain, unshakable and indestructible, and it was not possible to reduce his figure by an inch, depending on how Hell's lord provoked the great battle.

“Then beat you to death! ”

Li Qingshan Ang raised his head and sounded from his extraordinarily wide chest. He also appeared extraordinarily low and coarse, like a vibration deep in the earth.

After that, he went to a facsimile disciple.

Under the repression of Hailing, his movements were unusually slow. However, only one step, he walked out of the blade and fireworks and went to the facsimile disciple. He raised his thick arms and punched him.

Unaware of what had happened, the fax disciple suddenly felt the sky was dark and a big black mountain lay in front of him, then took a heavy punch in the chest.

Then the black mountain disappeared and the sky returned to bright blue. He blinked his eyes and a crack spread from his chest, shining bright light in the black crack.

Boom! The sun god bursts, the light is shining.

At this moment, the fax disciples felt that a violent atmosphere crossed between the heavens and the earth.

The corner of the eyes of Hailing Zhuang suddenly moved. He looked deeply at the string of memorial balls wrapped around Li Qingshan.

After that punch, Li Qingshan turned around and walked away. He had already walked to another fax disciple, also a punch waved.

The facsimile disciple ranked high in the Vientiane sect, and was alert in advance, before that boxing hit him, he knelt down.

Li Qingshan stumbled on it. This is too knowledgeable! The fist did not hesitate.

Instead of begging for forgiveness on his knees, the fax disciple offered something with his hands, a sophisticated statue of Fuhu Luohan Jin.

This is the secret treasure of Buddha's Gate, which he found in a thousand years of ancient moments after the Battle of Black Cloud City. It contains a great deal of power of faith and is able to invite Fuhu Luohan to the upper body, specializing in restraining all the outward ways of the world.

At this time, despite all the excitation of the power in the gold statue, his body suddenly expanded with golden light, instantly transformed into Fu Hu Luohan, glaring at his eyes, twisting his eyebrows, raising a round of gold circle high, smashing Li Qingshan in the head, drank violently: “Fu Hu! ”

Li Qingshan definitely had to change the pattern. He turned his fist into a palm. He grabbed the broken gold circle and kicked it in the face of the fax disciple.

With a click, Fu Hu Luohan Jin is like a split.

Boom! It was also the Sun God that burst and died on the spot.

Li Qingshan retracted his bigfoot plate and walked to the next fax disciple.

Ren also felt dark in front of him, like there was a mountain pressing over him, so he couldn't breathe. With so many previous experiences, he dared not confront Li Qingshan in the front.

Spread your arms, discard your flesh, and the sun god knows it!

At that moment, the Yanggod changed thousands of wanderings, each wandering erratically, rapidly as electricity, fleeing in different directions.

Ren wandered in the Vientiane Sect called the first law, now renouncing flesh and using only the Sun God, this trick “3,000 world” is ten times more subtle, not only illusory but also every one, able to travel in the void.

By a trick, in the past, outside of Black Cloud City, the incarnation of the demon god failed to hurt him.

“Brother Ren! ”

Li Qingshan sighed, his left hand grabbed into the void and released a powerful gravity in his hand. The Yang god who let him swim suddenly jumped into his palm, and his right hand made up a punch, which resulted in his life.

Thousands of random swimmers suddenly stood at the same time, turning their heads slowly and looking at Li Qingshan, their lips clasped for a moment, seemed to want to say something, but before they could speak, they evaporated into the air.

Li Qingshan waved his fists, kicked him, killed him step by step, and shouted a burst of sun gods, constantly shaking the entire Vientiane City.

All the facsimile disciples felt like they were going crazy and their expressions were distorted by horror. None of them are cowards. They have come to this point after countless vices and struggles.

But what they are now experiencing is not called "fighting.”

As if they were pigs in a pig's circle, they caught up to a rally and were dragged out by the butcher and killed. There is no difference between struggling and fleeing.

Li Qingshan is just a common punch and kick. If you encounter hard resistance, stop another kick and die. If you encounter a desperate escape, grab it and make up for it.

Some of the true disciples shouted “Spirit Respect Help Me” before dying. However, Hailing Respect has tried his best. He did not even have a little leeway to do the calculation in order to suppress Li Qingshan. If it is an ordinary evil god, it must be immobile and even dead alive.

However, Li Qingshan not only withstood the pressure, but also had the leeway to start the killing. Although the lost spirit cannot be replenished from the outside world in this “Vientiane Array”, he is carrying a "hundred grasses" on his back.

That string of spiritual beads, each with a massive amount of spiritual power.

It must be said that the plan to return to the honor of Hailing was a success. Li Qingshan's raid ended in complete failure, and Piyang Qiu, the “dark son”, played little role. He was forced to use only the dumbest method, punched and punched, to sweep the pieces to the pride of Hailing before breaking into the Sky Book Building.

And the real disciples have some strange and powerful cards on them. They can't beat each other to death. It takes a little more time. Under the oppression of Hailing, every time a fax disciple is killed, almost one spirit bead is consumed. If you happen to have a ride with you, it's even harder.

He still has less than twenty beads left. Fortunately, however, there were few true disciples left, and they were all scared. If it had not been for the old turtle staring up there, he would have run away. Even if he went to attack Skybook now, he probably wouldn't dare to stop it.

But that's it, just a few more steps to prevent regeneration!

The next one is Démon Van!