Legend of the Great Saint

In the dark and deep caves, only one skylight was shot, Li Qingshan was lying on a gravel with his eyes crossed, and his eyes were straight against Venus.

Every inch of the body is there, every nerve is screaming, even the soul is hit hard, a finger can't move, just tremble at a very fast speed, his face is a little fuzzy, he is digesting silently The power of this punch.

The power of "梼杌" is too strong, it is simply crushing everything.

Almost a punch was made into "瘫痪", if Tu Wancheng is not so confident, and then rushed to make up a few punches, I really have to be killed alive.

Even if he is, there is no safety in this kind of war, let alone the grasp of victory.

But fortunately, he has long been used to it, once and for all on the edge of life and death, chasing hope in despair.

The war in his eyes was even stronger, and he was beaten by a man, and he got up again. The soldiers were still fighting in front of the blood, and he never doubted that they would execute his orders to the end.

If you force yourself to rush out immediately, you must wait for the injury to recover. By the way, you will ask for help: "Ah, you will not come again, I will be killed."

A sacred rosary rolled out of his arms and turned into a little sacred demon. The sound of the teeth colliding seemed to be a smirk, spit out a three-dimensional white bone fire, and condensed into three words in the air: "I coming."

Li Qingshan smiled slightly, this is his real "card." This war, he is not coming to die.

The small world is accelerating, the earth is feng shui, and it is endless. From the flesh to the soul, all are recovering quickly.

At the same time, the eyes flashed with a faint blue light, showing a delicate hexagon, like two small turtles Xuanjia, showing "the light of the light" to pay attention to the battle.

The performance of the true disciples is even worse than he expected. Even one who dares to go with the enemy is not there. Otherwise, so many emperors and the demon will join hands. It can definitely threaten "梼杌", and the raid of the fierce **** may be successful.

As a result, a large group of people, even half of the strength did not play out, just waiting to be smashed by "梼杌". It’s not as good as ordinary sergeants. This is not a strategy or a power gap, it is simply lack of willpower.

"Oh, it really is the higher the status, the more you die!"

However, at this time, what is the use of reluctance to wait for the "梼杌" to free up. I am afraid that none of these guys can get out of it.

The way of practice is never only the fight between strength and strength, but also the confrontation between will and will. War has always been the highest level of will confrontation, and the weak have only one dead end.

"Hey, my sister!"

The performance of Yan Yaozhu also surprised him. Although some spirits were stimulated, the strong willpower that was demonstrated and the death of a war was far better than the actual disciples. It’s not just those seeds that play the power, otherwise they change to others. Dare to go deep into the magic domain at this time.

"Well, she is afraid to be stared."

Li Qingshan looked awkward, and could see her eyes being killed, slowly stood up and raised her arms.

When he was photographed in the palm of his hand, his hands suddenly opened, and the display of the demon magical power field was pulled back from **** in the midst of a thousand miles.

The Yaoyao bamboo reaction is also extremely fast, borrowing force to fly, and flying directly into the mountain belly. I plunged into his arms and said with surprise: "You are still alive!"

Li Qingshan smiled and said: "Is the sister thinking that I am dead?"

Yan Yaozhu broke away from his arms and urged: "Let's go!"

Li Qingshan smiled and said: "Where does the sister want me to go?"

“Leave here!” Yan Yaozhu said: “This is still within the scope of the attack.”

"how about you?"

"I am a true disciple of the Vientiane, and my brothers and sisters are still fighting. I can sneak and steal."

Li Qingshan was shocked in his heart and was greatly moved: "When I am gone, who will protect you?"

Yan Yao bamboo eyes, looking at him with a strange look, suddenly a kiss on his face.

The nine-color deer came and was about to see this scene. Shouting in my heart: "Hey!"

Li Qingshan snorted and touched his cheek: "Sister, you..."

Although the face of Yanyaozhu is somewhat red, it is very calm: "Aoyama, you have fulfilled your responsibility and have not lived up to my trust."

The nine-color deer yelled: "Li Qingshan, grab her, big deal, I will fulfill you!"

At this time, Li Qingshan always swayed from the hustle and bustle, holding a bamboo in his arms, and kissed her on her pink lips for a long time before she let her go: "Hah, it will be so happy!"

"You are shameless! You are arrogant!"

The singularity of Yanyao’s bamboo face is red and angry. Determined, if they want to keep her, she will die. Thinking of this, but I burst into tears. Anyway, she is going to die.

"Sister Xiao Mo cry!" Li Qingshan helped her wipe her tears, proudly said: "This war, we have not lost!"

From the big battlefield under Heiyuncheng, the magical domain that goes straight into the distance is a **** road of sacrifice.

The disciples of Yangon led all the disciples of the Pure Land Temple and are standing on this road. The sound of shouting and killing on the battlefield was as loud as it was, and the huge figure of "梼杌" could not be ignored.

He glanced with anxiety and then sat down on the floor and laid down the wooden fish. The disciples also sat around him and began to mourn the scriptures.

A round of golden light bloomed and began to purify the land.

This is their mission, to cut off this road of sacrifice, the battlefield is no longer in the scope of the demon domain, the devils have lost their place. The battlefield situation will change dramatically, or even reverse.

However, things are far from simple. The war has been going on for too long. The two sides are well aware of each other's tricks. Such obvious loopholes, the demons will have no response.

The light of the pure land has not yet shined for a long time. A large army of all the people, composed of cavalry, rushed to the ground. There were tens of thousands of people, riding the fierce Warcraft, and under the command of the devil, they went straight to the abbot of Yangon.

The devil slammed the iron shovel, and the condensed monsters rushed to the surface: "The vulture is dead!"

Looking down from the sky, a team of hundreds of monks, in front of the 10,000-magic cavalry, is simply a car.

The Yangon abbot looks awkward, slamming the wooden fish, knocking and stopping, one word and one meal: "South, no, Ah, Mi, Tuo, Buddha!"

A golden Buddha is raised behind him, behind a round of Buddha light.

Every time I spit a word, I knocked on a wooden fish, and the military monster was hit hard. After six words, it suddenly collapsed.

The crazy demons looked confused, pain and remorse intertwined, holding their heads and throwing away the weapons in their hands. And Warcraft directly fell to the ground, whining. The devil is also swaying, like drunkenness.

The big Buddha is like a silk flower, gently holding the devil, burst into tears.

The crowds cheered for a while, even if they were in the demon domain, the Yangon abbot did not fear the army without the demon emperor. The emperor still had some threats. The devil was simply sent to death, but his expression became more dignified.

Because the second army of the demons arrived, it was still led by the devil, only 10,000 people, driving the front of the demons in the back, and immediately killed without advance.

The demons rushed into the chaos, and the monks guarded the abbots and had to kill them. The magic soil that had just been slightly purified was polluted again.

When the Buddha killed the second demon, and the army of the demons began to hesitate again, the third army of the demons arrived again, and the group led by Yangon’s abbot was drowned.

Even if he did not pose any threat to him, but with the three devils and 30,000 demons in the district, he completely destroyed the plan of the abbot of Yangon and dragged a two-fruit arhat.

At this time, I saw the basaltic army gods and the fierce fire gods in the distance. They were defeated by the "梼杌". They were still entangled in the army of the demons. It was not killing, nor killing.

"Abbot, how is this good?"

The abbot of Yangon sighed and saw the demons coming from the crowd. They were indulged in obscurity and obsessed with each other. There was an ignorant anger in their hearts, and the six-character curse of the mouth was swearing: "Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

The face of the Buddha also flashed a raging anger, and the avatar was incarnate. The golden Buddha clothes faded, the muscles smashed, the skin was dark and black, the evil spirits were wicked, the horror was stunned, the magic people were better, the golden sword was held, the fire was behind, and the anger was loud. Phase, turned into Ming Wang.

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Breaking all the magic barriers, the blood of the direct killings flows into the river, and the corpses are everywhere, still not stopping.

Ming Wang opened the road, Yangon abbot got up and walked to the battlefield: "Follow me to live bliss!"

The crowds clasped their hands together and said in unison: "To be blissful, to return to the pure land."

When Yangon’s abbot’s ear moved, he heard a strange ringing sound, like a silver thread, piercing the noisy battlefield.

A pale flame spread from the direction of the demon domain, and touched the corpse of the demon. If the fire meets the oil, the burning is more prosperous. Even the "sacrificial" buried deep underground, the blood that infiltrates into the mud, are all ignited, blinking The fire burned into a fire and burned to the demons.

They burned out in the flames, and there was no painful color on their faces. Instead, there was a smile of peace and joy, which was very strange. It seemed that they were not monks, but they were going to live.

Among the raging fires, Yangon’s aunt’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t believe: “Three 昧 白骨火!” Perhaps it was reflected in the fire, and his face was pale.

"Bone Bone Buddha?" (To be continued.)