Legend of the Great Saint

The silvery moonlight illuminates the golden wheat field, and the fireflies flash in the poolside, reflected in the black water, seemingly shining with the stars.

A white figure glided from the black water, silent as if a ghost, even the fireflies were not alarmed.

She walked through the wheat fields in the midsummer season, and the air was filled with a breath of harvest. I didn't know the wars of the practitioners. As long as they could survive, everyone would live their lives year after year.

The pale, slender hand crossed the sharp awning, and she always looked up at her head. The ethereal scorpion didn't look up at the sky in an instant, as if to count the number of stars, and seemed to be seeking an answer.

Hey!

A refreshing summer breeze rushed, the wheat waves were undulating, and the seaweed-like long hair was floating behind.

The fire of the stars is far away from the sky, and there is no answer.

Then I looked to the village in the distance. Golden Maiman pricked the fingertips, dropped a drop of blood, turned into a pale spark and fell in the wheat field, spreading silently,

In a twinkling of an eye, the undulating wheat waves turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The wheat field does not burn, just loses its color, becomes pale, and no longer has a chance to return to absolute silence.

The white fire passed through the pond, and the little fireflies of the stars were faint, falling in the black water and swaying a little.

The fire ignited, like a raging night wind, swaying through the mountains and rivers, crossing a large river and passing through the towns and villages.

In the quiet little village, the sleeping child did not know what to do, and he licked his mouth and turned over. The pale flame touched his forehead and he blended into the fire.

In the old town. The old man who is going to be a wood will suffer from the pain of his illness, and he will not be able to sleep. He is more and more eager to continue his life. The murky eyes reflected a pale fire, and the pain quickly disappeared, and together with life became a light fire.

In the sturdy city pool, the Qinglou Chu Pavilion is doing a night of singing, the lights are brilliant, the intertwined, the silk and bamboo strings. Drunk and laughter. Not tired.

Outside the door, looking forward to the inbound and out of the Hawker, I want to go forward and not dare, want to retreat and not give up, dodge between the light and shadow. unconsciously. It has exhausted this life.

The pale flames poured in and out. The lights are still brilliant, and the laughter is still in the ear, but it has been broken.

In the pale wheat field. She turned her waist, her clothes were flying, her feet were light, her gestures changed, and she controlled the fire of the original, just like a dance of indulging, only the stars were opposite.

Men and women, wise men and fools, kind and evil, poor and wealthy, desperate hope, painful joy...

Such a kind of thing, there was a difference in the mud, but at the moment it is equal in this dance.

However, sentient beings are not equal. Even in the face of death, there are always practitioners who refuse to admit their lives. They want to go beyond the sentient beings, occupy the famous mountain blessings, lay down the big battles, stabilize the mountain gates, and the pale flames cannot penetrate.

She stood under the silver moonlight, her body, her arms, her bells trembled, her black hair fluttering, her rosary fluttering, and she disappeared outside the mountains.

As soon as the mind turns, the sword light rises, twists and turns, and falls into the void.

Then the mountain gate broke, the great death, the death of all beings.

When the East is awkward, there is no one living creature in the land of thousands of miles, whether it is the tiniest insect ant or the most powerful practitioner.

There is no smoke rising in the villages in the distance, and the cockerels are not heard. The farther city has become empty, and everything has remained the same, as if nothing has happened.

The stars are hidden, the dance stops, and the flames are rolled back.

The white bone cracked, the inch was closed, and the wrist was lifted with a rosary on it.

"Zhu Yan Bai Lu" is a sign of faint breakthrough. This is the first time since she began to practice "Zhu Yan Bai Lu", and it is also the first vow - the vows of all sentient beings to kill!

As if free of invisible shackles, the effect is unexpected.

The sea does not choose a trickle, so it can become deep.

Just as the mortal flesh and soul can not be compared with the practitioners, but the number is much more, it is more convenient to kill. And there is also a fineness in the vegetation, every point is insignificant, but it can be turned into a fire of the stars, merged into the trend of the original.

Perhaps this is the real bone.

In the blue sky, a black dragon ship crossed the sky. “Chuzhou Mud” overlooked the thousands of miles below. When I received the message, I still couldn’t believe it. At this time, I had to believe, bite my teeth: “Fountain!”

Behind you, Shang Qing is silent. I can't believe that this is something that a practitioner can do. This is not a slaughter, but an extinction.

The once-flying king of the sky also turned the sky in Qingzhou, and swallowed countless creatures. But that was a long time of preparation, and then a snowball-like expansion of the swarm. Even after the insects have become large, it is impossible to turn a thousand miles into a red land overnight.

The Flying Kings do not dare to appear easily. The big monks can raise thousands of locusts by raising their hands. It is difficult to threaten them in any case of serious disasters. The ordinary practitioners also have the power of self-protection~www.mtlnovel .com~ But at this time, even they felt a deep threat.

A Shangqing master monk hesitated: "Your Majesty, I heard that Zuo Guoshi’s rate is 20, and the ambush sneak attack failed to kill this enemy. We..."

"I am a Cangzhou animal husbandry, I can ignore it. Look, she is there, and all the friends are ready to shoot! I heard that she seems to have been injured, this may be an opportunity, the only chance."

She looked at the flying black ship and was about to move. A green tree bud grew and grew into a banyan tree. The branches swayed and the leaves lingered. The sorrowful face of the big banyan tree emerged from the trunk: "Stop it. Xiao An, I beg you, you are enemies with the world!"

Even though he had an unprecedented debut, he still underestimated her horror. This flame is born for extinction, destroying all the living and the dead. Her threat to this world is never under the hungry ghosts and devils, and even more directly and more deadly.

This is the road of "Zhu Yan Bai Ludao", the three bones of the fire burned three thousand worlds. In the past, because of the existence of Li Qingshan, the influence of the Bone Buddha was greatly offset, and she has never used the power of it.

"Being an enemy?"

She fainted, "When Buddha" waved, the tree fell, burning and withered.

The heavens and the earth are slightly vibrating, and there seems to be a tear in the silent bond, so there is no scruples.

In the ginseng heaven city, the big banyan tree suddenly cracked a wound of up to a hundred feet, and the sap was flowing like blood.

Even though he is the **** of half the world, and the power of the heavens and the earth is not controlled, this wound can not be healed. This is the sword that the demon gods must guard.

When the Black Dragon King arrived in Zhangzhou, she had disappeared. The masters of Shangqing were relieved.

Cangzhou Mushen Shen: "Let's ask for help from Longzhou!" (To be continued...) R1292