Legend of the Great Saint

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The four kings broke through the roof of the Daxiong Hall, which was under construction. They were heavily squatting on the ground, and their faces changed for a while. They all returned to the solemn color and settled between the dust and rubble.

"Vatican Voices!"

Sitting in the south without fear, he waved his arms, and the other three kings leaned back against him, facing the northeast and northwest, making different postures, and chanting the scriptures.

A sacred sound of the sacred voice of the heavens and the earth emerged. For the Tianlong meditation method, the Sanskrit, which was almost inundated by the sword, suddenly became high. It implied the sound of the Tianlong Zen sing, and the four great kings joined forces to push the "Vatican Sound Net Array".

After the moment, they only knew that they were not the opponents of the "Elders of the Sky", let alone the guardian of the town, and the only one that could rely on this.

"螳 arm as a car!"

The elders sneered, the hands pressed down, the Tibetan sword peaks slowly descended, the shadows expanded, and the heavens and the earth swords covered the sky, everything seemed to be the reappearance of the Tibetan sword palace.

When the protector of the French blue touched the heavens and the earth, he immediately became turbulent, as if it was reflected in the water, and he encountered a wave of waves, and he could only survive.

It was not so bad, but the recent war almost completely destroyed the foundation of the mountain. Although the owner of the Tibetan sword palace did not achieve its original purpose, it also cleared the biggest obstacle for the attack of "Tibetan Jianfeng".

The Sanskrit has become a little stunned, and the Great Foshan has trembled fiercely, and the temple pavilion has collapsed silently.

A monk looked at the scene with astonishment. Suddenly, he felt a little wet on his face. He reached out and touched his hands. He looked around and looked around. In addition to the monks who had passed through the robbery, all the people began to seep out the blood and soaked. The robe, in a blink of an eye, became a blood man until this time. Only then heard the sharp swords.

Although the recent wars have brought great shock to the public, they are still a real and difficult to counterbalance, and the damage caused is not widespread, but everything in front of them is like a nightmare. A familiar face was covered with blood, and a big horror was born in the heart. Someone immediately gave a hysterical scream, and the chain caused a series of screams. One after another, a Buddhist shrine was turned into a Senlu hell.

Once again, the Sanskrit is high, but it seems to be distorted by screaming pollution. It is no longer a mysterious revelation, but more like a gloomy spell. Even the monks who had survived the robbing and repaired the extraordinary, the mind began to shake, and the eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

"Brother, this is the magic sound, go on like this. All disciples will go crazy and die!"

Not screaming, he has seen the means of countless demons, and has heard many mysterious magic sounds, but they are far from being able to penetrate the "Vatican Sound Net Array" and even distort the Sanskrit. The means are simply unheard of.

"Stand up. Wait for the King of Chu to rescue!" The fearless face is iron and blue, but it is unwavering.

"it is good!"

However, there are a lot of worries that have not been exported. So strong and powerful, can Chu Lie Wang really rescue?

At this moment, the sky suddenly appeared a black line, bending and walking to pull up a black cloud. Covering the sky, the scales of the claws loomed, and a majestic faucet was discovered. The dragon humming sounded over the sharp swords.

Clouds from the dragon, the wind from the tiger.

However, I look at it with care. The dark clouds are not real clouds, but the thick ink melts in the water, with a bit of ethereal mood.

Fearless and amazed, the Mohai Dragon King always came to live in isolation, did not ask the world, did not expect to leave the ink sea, but I do not know whether it is an enemy or a friend? If it is a friend, it is really the most difficult reinforcement, but if it is an enemy, I am afraid that no one can save Tianlong Zen.

Then said: "The dragon king squats, this magic desire to break the town magic temple to invade the magic domain invasion, but also ask you to help us, the world will miss your grace."

"The world is born, what are you doing with me?"

Fearless in my heart.

"Hey, who am I still? It turned out to be your eyes. You have been out of the painting for so many years. It’s not enough loyalty to help the old acquaintance. But it’s not too late, join me. Let's make a big noise, let all living beings see and see the horrors of our 'dead'."

"Dead?" Mohai Longwangdao, the dark clouds of the thick ink, like silk, like a mountain, like a city, changeable and diverse, both ethereal and sinking.

"How, is it angry? Do you still want to pretend that you are a living thing. We all know that you are not only a dead object, but also a broken piece of death, because the old guy refuses to give you even the most basic perfection. So you are so weak. If you don't want to join me, just look at it!"

A red star smashed the sky, Li Qingshan flew at full speed, and flew thousands of miles between moments. Seeing that Foshan was looking forward, suddenly his brow wrinkled, "Mohai Dragon King!" and took out the message Yufulai: "Xiao'an, come to Foshan to help!" ”

Although it was only from the scene of the King of Flying Sky, the glance of the glimpse of the light has already confirmed that this Tibetan sword peak is an unprecedented enemy. If it is the old rival of the ink sea dragon king, it will definitely be a big battle.

However, Xiao An still did not respond, and he couldn’t take care of this for a long time. He came to Dafoshan and shouted: "And not dead!"

"Haha, don't look at you as a last resort, how can you die for the teacher!"

Not angering, and laughing, this is his most trustworthy reinforcement.

"Wait, I will save you!"

Li Qingshan’s heart was in peace, and he was about to fly in front of him. A dragon tail broke through the sea of ​​clouds and swayed across the air to stop the road. Mohai Longwang turned to the faucet and stared at him.

"Dragon King, this is not the place where we say good battle!"

Li Qingshan feels awe-inspiring pressure, although he has become more powerful ~www.readwn.com~ but the ink dragon king is still a strong enemy that can not be underestimated, if you do not mind the big battle on weekdays, try new means, Now I can't help but focus on life without anger.

The ink sea dragon king did not say a word, the black and black long scorpion has no wind and automatic. In this silence, the sky and the sea are also one of the coagulation.

"Do well, block this kid, wait for me to kill these vultures, and come to help you kill him!"

The elders screamed and screamed, urging the heavens and the earth to form a sword, and a long-handed sword was rotated, condensing more and more powerful forces, and it was necessary to completely destroy the "Vatican Sound Net Array".

"Shut up!" Mohai Longwang roared, and the sky and the sea surged, rushing into the heavens and the swords, dyeing the heavens and the illusion into dark colors, and the operation of the sword array immediately became sluggish: "Mo will compare me with you." !"

Li Qingshan was a little surprised. I didn't expect the Mohai Dragon King to stand on his side.

Mo Hailong Wang seems to hear his heart, and the head does not return: "Li Qingshan, this is not helping you!"

"Whatever you say!" Li Qingshan smiled, and before the body, the two demon kings, facing the sword.