Legend of the Great Saint

?Tu Wancheng sneered: "Is this?"

Under the attack of "梼杌", the black cloud city abandoned the Xuanwu Army, and the spirit locked Li Qingshan, and it was like a black mountain.

"Becoming so big is just a live target!"

This is not courage, but stupidity. The military possesses the incarnation of the military god, but it is not an opponent of "梼杌". What's more, now that there is no military body protection, he will be turned into a powder when he punches down. No matter how he broke out, it is impossible to make up for this huge power gap.

Can Xin bite his lips, the heart said: "No, can't win, this is to die!"

Li Qingshan does not think so, the blade is behind the "梼杌": "There is this!"

Tu Wancheng suddenly looked back, only to see the fire of the Suiyuan burned from afar, burned all the sacrifices and bones, resentment and sorrow.

When the three skeletons burned out the last trace of the soul, the law of heaven and earth broke.

Shrouded in the battlefield, the magic sky quickly faded away, leaving only the **** vortex of endless rotation.

In an instant, all the demons were flustered as if they had lost their blessings.

The army is in chaos and the military is scattered.

The power of the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils" is also much lower.

The big battle is weak, the devil is weak.

The body shape of "梼杌" suddenly became a small circle, and the arm became much shorter. A fist hit the front of Li Qingshan.

The sky is cracked, and the earth is lit up with dust and fog, and it is instantly swayed by the wind.

The red hair danced in the wind, and Li Qingshan stepped on the undulating earth and the round of shock waves, like walking on the waves, not moving.

Tu Wancheng was in a panic, but he listened to the English philosopher's thought: "Don't panic, but there is no magic heaven, you are still invincible."

In the heart of Tu Wancheng, he became more and more uneasy. The demon domain has never been "good", and Li Qingshan, who hates his good deeds, "has to kill him immediately!"

The right arm rises high back, as if it has touched the sky. The five fingers open like a large cloud, suddenly blurred, disappeared, and shot!

This palm is inevitable. Li Qingshan asked: "Where are the people?"

"The end will be here!"

The five armies have already discovered his return, because the eleven emperors are presiding over the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils," and Tu Wancheng can't see them. Unless the defeat is like a mountain, the general demons simply cannot threaten them. They are stubbornly living to the present, and none of them are dead.

Dai Mengfan suddenly discovered that Li Qingshan was wearing a five-shot banner between the red hairs. Surprise: "The only situation, he actually keeps these flags is not bad!"

In fact, thanks to Lu Boming’s “Giant Armor”, he has taken on a lot of damage, otherwise he really has no spare capacity to protect these banners.

The human heart becomes easier and lightning fast. The military is like a cloud, and it is coming.

A gold and iron cross was like a thunder, and the earth was rough. Li Qingshan slashed his knife and blocked the palm.

"Xuanwu Army God" again? No, it is Ashura God of War!

He is not a human sergeant but an Ashura warrior. Even though the war died more than half. The rest are all battle lions, unyielding souls.

The highly condensed army formed a **** red armor on him. Instead of directly condensing into the "Xuanwu Army God", there is almost no collapse under the "梼杌".

However, as a price, it is impossible to provide all-round protection like the "Xuanwu Army God". A large part of the damage needs Li Qingshan to take responsibility.

The blood in his mouth overflowed, the internal organs were broken, and every bone was shaking, as if it would break at any time. Even the weakened "梼杌" is still unmatched.

Tu Wancheng also felt incredible, and then regretted not to covet the few true disciples. The entire Xuanwu Army should be destroyed first. Who can think of the insignificant ants, can become the key to the impact of the battle.

"I killed you!"

"梼杌" grabbed Li Qingshan's head. The helmet was twisted between the fingers and the headache was split.

Therefore, the technique is re-applied. However, this time, the pinch will be the head of Li Qingshan.

Under the **** whirlpool, with Ashura not dying, the injury quickly recovered, still surviving the destruction of "梼杌".

Sanchao Bone Fire burned silently on the battlefield, quietly swallowing the flesh and blood and the living demons.

"梼杌" turned one-eyed and desperately searched for the master of the flame.

In fact, Xiao An has already arrived at the battlefield, far before the war broke out.

She was lying in a river that was left behind by the torrential floods. It seemed to have buried a white bone that had been washed out for many years. It was caused by the bones that had already been buried.

She wants to grasp the battle situation on the spot and choose the best time to ignite the fire. There is no trace of breath in the whole body, even if it is "梼杌", it cannot be found.

Without military refuge, ordinary demons can't resist the three-dimensional white bone fire. As long as they are infected with a star and a half, they will be dyed into a torch in an instant. What is even more strange is that when every democrat is burned out, the face is full of magical people. There should be no expression of peace and joy.

This is not destruction, but excess.

The shape of "梼杌" was attenuated at a speed visible to the naked eye, so Li Qingshan not only resisted its attack, but when he "squats" down his head, he gathers his radiance in one-eyed eyes and slams a "Tiger and Devil".

Roar! Tigers are moving!

The wind blew the face, and "梼杌" was closed with one eye and his head tilted back. Tu Wancheng was very angry in his heart, but he felt that things began to be beyond grasp. He seems to have begun to have some reasons for Li Qingshan.

In a blink of an eye, the battle was reversed.

The true disciples are dazzled, their moods are ups and downs, and Dai Mengfan’s face is confused, and it’s unclear that the war should be retired. If you want to fight, it seems that you don't need them to shoot. If you want to retire, is it a stupid fork now?

The demons changed their minds: "What is this fire?"

Yingzhe’s gloomy road: “The three bones of the Bone Buddha are white bones!”

"Buddha!"

All the demons are horrified, violent and violent, and even a little chaotic, they are like a frightened child.

They may not know the true meaning of these two words, only know that it is the eight days of robbery, standing in the existence of the peak of the entire practice road ~www.readwn.com~ If it is Bodhisattva, the twelve emperors can not keep them First, I have to escape to the magic domain.

"No, no!"

When Yingzhe first saw this fire, he was greatly frightened, but he quickly calmed down. It was discovered that the fire only burned the demons, but did not burn humans, even if they were completely dead corpses, they also let their souls go to Hell Road or ascend to Ashura. This is by no means the style of the Bone Buddha. In the eyes of the Bone Buddha, the life of the people, etc., how can there be a devil.

"It's a bones!"

The pale flame burned all over the battlefield of the hundred miles, and the two legions marched like a ruin. They have already approached the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils," and a screaming killing came.

The faces of the demons are pale by the flames. If this battle is defeated, they will all die for death.

"In this case, then we only have to ask the real demon to come. I hope that the waste of Tu Wancheng is ready to accept the idea of ​​the demon god."

There was a pale smile on Ying Zhe's face. He was the host of the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils." The commander of this war, Tu Wancheng, was nothing but a clown destined to be sacrificed. (To be continued.)