Legend of the Great Saint

>Inflaming the world's 30% of the world, it is basically able to suppress the ghost tower...

This is the result of her calculations, but once we start doing this, the remaining 70% of the creatures will inevitably have a fierce reaction. The King of the Big Banyan has occupied the land of six states, and the heart of the other wants to be the **** of Kyushu. It is better to burn out completely.

The body of the big banyan tree is huge and unconstrained. The roots of the branches are intricately rooted. It is almost invincible in Kyushu, but it is just too restrained by the sword of the Buddha. It should not be difficult to solve. With his ability to deduct, he should be able to recognize this.

I hope he can go all out and win the ghost tower. Otherwise, when the green hills come back, they must be furious.

But even if he is angry, he must do this!

Because she can't leave before he returns.

The ancient temple of the deep mountain, the red leaves are Xiao Xiao, and the steps are full.

"This is the painting!"

Standing in front of the temple, Yan Danqing was full of exclamation and looked back. She was shocked to find that she stood silently behind her. She was very commensurate with the scenery of the ancient temple, but her look never matched any scenery. The twisted and weird sword is even more inexplicable.

"My commitment to Aoyama has been completed, and you have also received a hundred paintings by Dong Taishi. There are many dangers in this painting. You still quit!"

"Hey, kid, big talk, what kind of danger can this kind of broken place, wait until you see the fake dragon, then lick him a few swords, you know who is dangerous." Abandoned swordsman a sharp smile , completely break the quiet atmosphere around.

Yan Danqing’s face changed greatly, and Xiao’an buckled a light bullet on the sword front. Xian abandoned the sword spirit and no longer speaks.

"When you leave the painting safely. The promise is complete."

"That... that's okay!" Yan Danqing stepped on the red leaf and picked it up.

Xiao An followed closely. When she stepped on the first step, the steps suddenly spread like clouds, and the red maple trees on both sides slammed, and it really burned, and the raging flames rolled toward her.

It was all painted by the sect of Dan Dan. The flame is close to him, but he has never felt the slightest heat, but the blood is faint and boiling, very comfortable.

One step apart is the two worlds.

He couldn't help but stop and look back.

Xiao An steadily stepped in the void, with no expression on his face.

The abandonment of the sword is surrounded by twists and turns, and the scenery around it is shattered at once, unable to touch her.

The abandonment of the sword is the rule of the sword. Kendo is also the way to kill, no matter whether it is destructive or lethal, it is far from being comparable to painting.

"I don't need your protection, I beg you Xiao An, go out!"

Yan Danqing was bitter and bitter. It is to protect this painting. Everything here is a famous painting. It was really a **** tear that was so painful that he was so shredded.

Xiao An said nothing and did not mean to quit.

The paintings stirred up and more scenes joined the attack, but they were all shattered by the abandoned sword.

"Oh, I am afraid of you!"

Yan Danqing did not dare to stop again, and rushed forward with desperation. Xiao An did not follow him behind him, and abandoned the sword to shred all obstacles, creating a hollow.

Deep in the Zen Room. The flowers and trees are deep, and the white walls are covered, and the ink dragons are floating.

Yan Danqing saw it far away, and shouted in a hundred years: "Master!"

"Hey, this old man, it is better to marry him!"

Xian abandoned the sword and laughed, Xiao An will put it away, in front of this painting wall, the surrounding scenery suddenly stabilized, no longer crazy to attack her.

When Dan Danqing fell in front of the painting wall, Molong bowed his head, as if watching him, but there was only a blank in the middle. His whole body was very light, and although the battle of Mohai did not hurt his body, it also caused no small impact.

Shen said: "Dan Qing, you are here." Looked up again and looked at Xiao An: "Do you have anything to say?"

"There is only one question. Do you still have an enemy against us after you get out of trouble?"

Xiao An has held down the sword, and in order to complete the promise to save an enemy, Li Qingshan will do that, but she will not. Besides, it is safe to enter the paintings, even if it is completed.

"It turns out that this is your real purpose!"

Yan Danqing stood up and stood in front of the painting wall, glaring at her.

"Dan Qing, retreat." Mo Hailong Wang majesty ordered.

"Yes, Master!" Yan Danqing is not willing, but only pushes it aside.

"If I can't say it, would you believe it?"

"Dao friends do not lie, even if it is a lie will count." Xiao Andao.

"So, you want to intimidate me to promise, no longer against you?"

With a bang, a thunder and lightning broke through the sky, and the layers of dark clouds gathered, and there will be a storm coming.

Yan Danqing is extremely anxious, knowing that the master is arrogant and arrogant, and will never be intimidated by human beings. However, in such a situation, he will never be the opponent of this "fond of enemies". He can't think of his own hard work but he has not killed himself.

"Life and death, it is hard to talk about, the Dragon King is free to choose, but I still hope to avoid a fight."

"why?"

"If I kill you, your disciple will have to avenge, I have to kill him, but he is a friend of Qingshan. If it is not a last resort, I would not like it." There is actually another reason why painting cannot be "eaten".

The Mohai Dragon King was silent for a while, only the dark clouds accumulated thicker and thicker.

Four eyes are opposite, one pair of blanks, one pair of empty silences; blanks are still intentional, empty silence is really ruthless;

Since there is a heart, you can't have no concerns. For example, this disciple who is ready to fight for him, such as the coveted sky, travels all over the world.

Ruthlessness is almost detached. People are in painting and their hearts are outside the painting. The words are not even threats, but the embodiment of certain rules.

Mo Hailong Wang sighed: "If Li Qingshan said this to me, I must fight him again anyway!"

"Aoyama will not say this."

"I will never be an enemy again."

Xiao An slightly decapitated, smashed his sword and broke the picture, he had to leave.

"Wait, this painting I originally wanted to give Qingshan as a thank you, and now I want to transfer it to you."

Yan Danqing looked at her deeply and handed over a scroll of painting.

Unfolding the picture, Xiao An's look is slightly moving, just like smashing through the lake, and the eyelids are not instantaneously condensed.

It turned out to be a portrait of Li Qingshan, standing with his waist casually, with long black hair and a bright smile on his lips. Although it does not contain any mana, it is just a common painting, but it is devoted to all the powers of Dan Danqing. It is vivid and vivid, as if the real person is standing in front of you.

"I hope you don't forget him!"

Xiao An returned to the gods, and he screamed indiscriminately, and immediately dropped a pile of pictures ~www.readwn.com~ floating in the cracks.

Yan Danqing looked at the hundreds of scrolls on the ground and was also stunned. This is nearly a hundred pieces of magical scrolls, so he was all thrown to him. He couldn’t help but smile. Is this a clear understanding of Qingshan’s grievances?

Deeply sighed and turned to face the painting wall, a brush is already in the hand. Put a drop of blood on the tip of the pen and point it to the wall.

The pen is silent, and it is even twice.

With a bang, the painting wall shattered and the ink dragon flew.

The paintings violently oscillated, and all the scenes turned into a rapidly rotating color in the kaleidoscope, which converge toward the orthodontic dragon.

Between this stroke, Yan Danqing has exhausted his heart and turned in a whirlwind. His figure fell down and fell straight into the desert where the night falls. In the mirage of the mirage, there is a dragon shadow shuttle back and forth. The shuttle has become even bigger. I can see the body at first, and then I saw a scale and a half claw.

The last big faucet was revealed from it, followed by a slender body, as if it had been immersed in the brilliance of the mirage, with a changing color and a sense of texture in the black.

A dragon slammed through the desert, and Molong vacated, and the paintings no longer existed, blending with him.

The hypocritical things trapped in the painting can finally swim like the real dragon.

Qingxiaodong House, Shimen opened.

A month of light into the hollow mountain belly, outline her figure.

The cave house that was originally opened up is now so simple.

She floated down, unfolded the picture, and gently licked the portrait.

In the midst of the mystery of Zhu Yan's bones, there are still unsatisfactory hues, which makes people feel embarrassed and wet.

The moonlight is full and the tears are raining.

How can I forget him? (To be continued~^~) R1052