Legend of the Great Saint

More than 20 golden lights cut through the sky and parked over the Lianyue Mountains. `顶`点`; novel `.2wx.om

Zuo Guoshi overlooks the rolling hills, his eyes are condensed, his eyes cross the eight-door gold lock array, locked in the words "Qing Xiaojia" and ask:

"Fearless, is this the enemy and the enchanting cave house?"

Fearless martyrdom: "I don't know if I am a national teacher, maybe it is!"

"The friends of the roads please help me!"

Zuo Guoshi slowly lifted the wooden fish hammer, and the kings all had their hands together, and they sang the Buddha.

The golden light is collected like a sea to Zuo Guoshi, and it is condensed on the wooden fish hammer, which is brighter than the sun.

The same as the Buddhist monks, even if they belong to different sects, they are still in the same breath. This alone is far better than the more than 20 large monks who unite, and the left-leaning master is the top-ranking strongman. Can easily use this power of fear. Even if Xiao'an is in the best condition, it is difficult to face up with it, not to mention being seriously injured.

"Amitabha!"

Zuo Guoshi accumulated enough strength to cast a wooden fish hammer.

In an instant, like a day falling into the mountains, where the light shines, the mountains and forests are burning, more than a hundred times more than a sneak attack on Xiao An.

The eight-door gold lock array is as smashed as a thin piece of paper. The big sunset is above the lonely peak. The words "Qing Xiaojia" are melted in the golden light.

boom!

Wan Daojin shines through the heavens and the earth, and more than a dozen peaks around it collapsed in an instant. Numerous peaks collapsed, and the entire Lianyue Mountains were turned into a mess, burning a raging fire.

The golden light is gone, and the sky turns blue.

The Qingxiaodong House has disappeared between the heavens and the earth. There is no trace of it.

Perhaps there is nothing that can't be erased. Whether it's a mountain or a memory, it will always fade away in the passing of time, as if it never existed.

Why do you think of home!

"National teacher, it seems that the enemy is not here."

"Amitabha, according to the old man, I am afraid that the Buddha will not be here anywhere."

The kings talked a lot, even though they were afraid of Zuo Guoshi. But everyone is in the same realm. Buddhism also pays attention to the life of the people, and does not dare to speak.

Zuo Guoshi’s face is so ruthless, so it’s so expensive, it’s still empty. There are also some bad looks on the face. See also the burning Lianyue Mountains. Countless birds and beasts were burned alive. It seems that there are still several families.

Long sigh: "Oh, nothing, this Buddha is fierce and sinister. It is my enemy of Buddhism. Today, killing her is not possible, it is necessary to poison the people, only to wait until the next day to make plans. It is a pity that this mountain is alive, unreasonably affected by this Buddha The enemy is tired. If you are fearless, you will stay and read a book, "The Bodhisattva of the Bodhisattva," and surpass them!"

"National teacher, my younger brother..."

"Don't forget your identity!" Zuo Guoshi warned, and made a big majesty.

Fearless knows that Zuo Guoshi’s mood is very poor. At this time, he will not anger and speak, but will anger him. And my family is not a good temper, the mood is also extremely poor, cold face without saying a word.

"Humph!"

Zuo Guoshi snorted and went away, and the other kings followed.

Looking back at the burning Lianyue Mountain Range, "This fearlessness is the head of the Tianlong Temple. So I don't know how to be humble or ignorant. Zen is a near evil. But this time I gave the enemy a heavy blow. I don't dare to come again. It’s not too late to deal with the big thing, and it’s not too late to deal with it.”

Fearless and frowning, looking at the burning mountains, and not reading what the "Tibetan Bodhisattva Wishes", went straight back to the Tianlong Temple.

......

A moment ago.

The sharp bones pierced Qian’s cheeks and suddenly stopped and slowly returned.

Qian Rong opened his eyes. Through the gap between the white bones, I saw Xiao An not knowing when to open his eyes. He was watching her with an ethereal voice. He couldn’t help but smile, and he was inexplicably bitter:

"The pain is sober, right!"

Xiao An raised his arm and looked at the four teeth on his wrist. He nodded seriously.

With a hand, the skeleton bone turned into a rosary, and returned to her wrist, but it became very sparse.

With another wave of hand, the huge white bones piled up on the ground were turned into three-dimensional white bone fire, and she was sucked into the mouth.

The internal view itself, the white bones are covered with cracks, the wounds are not so easy to heal, but at least the surface looks much better.

She reached into the **** sea otter, grabbed the abandoned hilt, and then seized Qian Rong's hand and went to the depths of the earth.

The earth and stone flashed quickly, and Qian Rong’s thoughts were fascinating, staring at her back. It seemed that there was something full of chest, but it was empty.

At this time, a huge roar came to the bottom of the earth, and the earth shook.

Xiaoan stopped and looked up. He seemed to see the scene of the destruction of Qingdongdong, and clenched his fist.

After a while, I bowed my head and said, "Thank you."

"Your injury... don't matter!"

Qian Rongzhen seems to have lost the bliss of the weekdays. Sometimes, sincerity is more difficult than lies.

Xiao An gently shook his head and sat down on a stone. Although he was still expressionless, he looked tired and lonely.

Qian Rongzhen suddenly felt helpless. I don't know what to say. I thought about it and sat down on the ground next to her. Suddenly, her hand was extended to her, a pale vine was derived from her palm, and the vigorous touched into the void, I wondered where it stretched.

Xiao An’s eyes were also attracted by this magical plant and asked: “Is this from Chutian?”

Qian Rongxiao smiled and said: "You still remember Chutian."

"He is still alive, now called Lin Xuan."

Xiao An’s plain words are like a thundering thunder into the heart of the money, muttering: “It’s so, it’s so... why didn’t you say it before?”

"Aoyama does not let me say."

Xiao An licked his lips, and it was rare to reveal such a human expression.

So Qian Rongqi can't blame her past concealment. "Well, why are you talking now?"

I don't think she has the concept of knowing how to report, even if there is, probably will not violate the meaning of Li Qingshan for such a small matter.

"I am going to do something that Aoyama will not let me do." Xiao An looked a little blank and looked at the ground: "I don't know if he will forgive me."

"Is this all for him?"

"Well~www.readwn.com~ then he will forgive you."

"really?"

"Really."

"Thank you, I am leaving." Xiaoan's thanks are a bit more sincere: "What about you?"

"I want to stay a little longer."

"Ok."

Xiao An left, leaving money alone to talk to himself: "Chu Tian, ​​Lin Xuan, Chu Tian, ​​Lin Xuan..."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his smile gradually expanded, and he laughed and turned into a stern laugh until he became a hysterical laughter.

She danced in a group of snakes and tasted the painful taste, drowning her body. (To be continued.)