Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan swept over, but he didn't even find Dai Mengfan's whereabouts. He seemed to disappear without a trace after he became a cow demon and opened the killing.

But when she sensed it, she didn't leave Vientiane City, but went to the other side of the skyscraper and hid underground.

“What is this? Ostrich? ”

Li Qingshan didn't think so. Even in the "Vientiane Overarching Array”, her perceptive abilities were greatly impaired, but she could not be found.

He stopped, took several steps in a row, fired a few punches, and killed the remaining fax disciples before he went to find Dai Mengfan.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

Big earthquakes, sweeping seas, storm dancing.

As if the sky had melted into a blazing glow, it flowed down and flooded the entire City of Vientiane.

Although Li Qingshan's target was only a fax disciple, the fire at the city gate affected the pond fish, and no one could stay out of it.

There was a facsimile disciple who tried to converge and change his appearance, trying to mix signs among the crowd and avoid a hijacking.

His masculinity burst in the crowd and instantly devoured dozens of buildings and hundreds of practitioners around him. Even though most of the Yanggods burst in the middle of the sky, it was enough to kill low-level practitioners within ten miles of the square.

In this great terror like the coming of the end, hundreds of rays of light rose from Vientiane City and fled in all directions, like a group of frightened migratory birds, feeling the cold of winter.

Nor did they exist in the eyes of Hailing, and Yangjin cultivated the following. Unless an army formation could be formed, it could not pose any threat to Li Qingshan, and staying in the city was just an increase in casualties.

And he has achieved his goal, sacrificing all his fax disciples, maximizing the spiritual energy consumption of Li Qingshan. Next, it is time to confront him positively!

Seems like someone's reluctant to sacrifice.

As the master sister of Vientiane Sect and the only remaining fax disciple of the fruit, Daimonfan is continuing on his path to survival.

When the time came back to the third hour, the sky was unknown and the long night would run out, Li Qingshan had just returned to Vientiane City to buy the first pot of wine.

A grey blue building to the west of the city is the seat of the Law Department.

Yang Miao, who was imprisoned here, opened his eyes slowly, sighed softly, stopped beating and stepped out of the stone bed.

The custody of the Law Department was very lax, and she was only banned from practicing and could not use spells, but did not affect the practice. She felt a strong sense of self-confidence and arrogance.

She is already the peak of Golden Dan, only one step away from three days of robbery, but what if she survives three days of robbery?

Yang Miaozhen smiled slightly. Even if he had survived four or five more heavenly robberies and became a high Yang god monk, there was no way to escape from this dungeon.

The dungeon is a hundred feet deep, with only one skylight at the top that gradually shines. The morning fog poured in through the skylight and she felt a little soothed.

She had envisioned her own ways of dying: getting into demons during practice, being struck by lightning during ferry, eaten by demons during drug collection, or wearing a flying sword while fighting other practitioners...

All in all, they are the common death methods of practitioners. But it did not occur to her that the end of her journey was in such a dungeon that she was about to be sentenced to the Ming Dynasty.

‘Isn't this like a mortal? ’

She hated this kind of death and felt helpless. She had to swing her long legs, take the same steps as a crane, and walk back and forth in the cell.

Though extraordinary in heart, no one is able to maintain absolute calm in the face of an approaching death without knowing when. One thing, one individual, cannot help but recall the experience of life.

Strangely, however, she remembered not Li Qingshan the most, but Li Turtle Year, her only son.

The little face, hands and feet at birth are all clearly identifiable, and at the age of five or six, follow the seriousness of the way she learns... I'm afraid I'll never see him again in my life!

All of a sudden, she was saddened and felt the imminence of death. Hurry back to the stone bed and continue to fight, trying to suppress the emotions in her heart, she wants to die as a practitioner, not a woman, she hates to cry.

She closed her eyes and her breathing slowed down again, quickly entering the practice state, which was the most she had ever done in her life.

At this moment, a vast ocean of voices is coming from the top:

“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! ”

Yang Miaozhen opened his eyes and thought he had heard wrong. He tried to look at the skylight with a long white neck.

Another moment later, the voice sounded again, clearly coming: “All disciples obey orders, kill Li Qingshan's incarnation! Today's battle is about the survival of Zongmen. If anyone dares to step back...”

Then there was the sound of a series of spell explosions.

Yang Miaozhen smiled and thought: “If he comes, I'm afraid I still have work to do!” Though she does not necessarily fully understand what “demon god" stands for, there is an unprovoked trust in women and in men.

Of course, there's also a woman who doesn't trust men, "Alas, just don't know, does he remember me? Even if I remember, I didn't know I was locked up here. ”

Be willing to cry out loud and worry about disturbing his fight or being taken hostage to threaten him.

After suffering from loss and ups and downs, there is no way to continue practicing.

Another while later, the person in front of him flashed, and a woman appeared in front of Yang Miaozhen.

Even though she stood in the dark, Yang Miaozhen recognized her at first sight.

No one in the world, man or woman, will ever forget once they see her. Not only does she possess the incredible look of the world, the wonderful figure of Chanada, but she also possesses the majestic cultivation of a group of arrogant men to be as noble and magnificent as the Queen.

“Daemon Van!” Yang Miaozhen bluntly said: “Are you here to execute me? Or do you want to threaten him with me? ”

“Sister, help me!” Dai Mengfan stepped forward and grabbed Yang Miaozhen's hands tightly.

“Eh?” Yang Miao was stunned and blinked his eyes, which made him realize that Dai Mengfan seemed a little different from normal, his eyes were red, his hair was messy, his face was pale, and there was still a little “queen” dignity, even a little pitiful.

Each practitioner has his or her own way of practicing, which stems from their different personalities and experiences. Daimonfan's cultivation is simple: “Live." ”Her original purpose as a practitioner was to live forever and remains unchanged.

To live, to live is everything!