Legend of the Great Saint

The true disciples were stunned, and no one dared to go forward to rescue. Even Wan Jianfeng, who was not afraid of life and death, loosened the hilt. A horror that surpassed death blocked his footsteps.

Just like facing the abyss, even the most brave warriors will stop, regardless of the shackles, all from instinct, because the abyss is unconquerable, and can not even gaze for a long time, otherwise there will be a illusion of falling down. The abyss is also staring at you.

The soldiers of the Xuanwu Army, after losing their enemies, were also lost in confusion. They finally killed the enemy and came to the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils", but what should they do next?

There are no new orders, and that one is the root of the sky, they can not help.

With the convergence of the **** vortex in the sky, the power given to them by Ashura is also faded like the tide, which makes them feel exhausted and feels unable to bear the iron armor. Even this one, if not one heart, with one With a strong will to support, they are mostly like the demons.

A desperate situation like the spread of the plague, they have obeyed the military order, followed the generals to the end, but still can not win?

The man who had pinned all his hopes seems to have lost the power of resistance. In the sea of ​​people, someone made a sad cry: "General!"

The handle fell from the hands of Li Qingshan, and he was so lonely at this moment.

He has not given up the battle, but his arm has been completely distorted, accompanied by unprecedented pain.

Even far beyond the bitterness of the previous experience, whenever he thought that the pain had reached the limit, the forked giant woods were further forked, and the number surged innumerable times, tearing through each bone. Every blood vessel.

That Ashura does not seem to have died. It must have become the source of pain. Ordinary people must have gone mad, even if they are determined practitioners. I am afraid that there is also a heart of death.

There is a big horror between life and death, and Li Qingshan is no exception. He is afraid of death and is dying.

Ironically, every time at this time, the passage of time is always very slow, allowing him to clearly identify every fear and pain, and can not help but complain: "Why should I suffer this kind of sin?" I will regret it: "I knew that I wouldn’t come, let this group of turtles go to die!"

But when this thought flashed, he couldn't help but laugh. Laughing at home is still a mortal.

But when the smile came to the face, it was just a slight twitching of the corner of the mouth.

I was fainting, and some of them were awkward: "He is laughing?"

There is no hatred or anger in the red shackles. In the abyss of fear, I endure the pain silently. I still draw a bit of power from the boundless earth, injecting this broken body, and then using flesh and blood. Twist a giant tree with a myriad of branches.

Uh...hey... this dense voice is scalp and numb, and the true disciples have widened their eyes. As if looking at a monster.

Only when he gave up his defense and madly attacked him, he was already shocked. At this moment, the feelings can't be described in words.

Ying Zhe also felt a shudder, and suddenly realized that the failure of Tu Wancheng was not an accident. This opponent is not just someone who can win.

"What is this kid's way? It's more like a demon emperor than a demon. The Vientiane can't cultivate such a disciple, and so on, he... he won't be the legendary person chosen by the demon domain!"

Li Qingshan is still struggling to see, even if he died in this battle, even if he could not reach nine days. I have never lived up to this life. And as long as it is still alive, even if there is only a moment left. Also keep moving forward.

In my heart, I flashed a thought: "It’s weird, he may be a legendary person!" It’s even more frustrating: “The legend of death is not a legend!”

"Let him go!" A voice of anger. The pale sea of ​​fire burned the bodies of millions of demons, and the fire gathered into the sky with a crystal white bone.

The silent silent flame, at this time, became surging, as if there was no anger.

"You dare to come out!" Some accidents, when the bones of the bones became so affectionate.

Xiao An did not say anything, the big fire condensed into a pale bone claw, and grabbed it.

Reflecting the heavens and the earth is pale, the bones and claws are condensed with the three-dimensional white bones of the corpses of millions of demons, which is even bigger than the cockroaches themselves. This catch is simply earth-shattering.

"If you have spent five days of robbery, there are still some threats." I was not moved, waved a shot, the bones of the bones collapsed, and collapsed into a common three-eyed white bone fire.

Like Tu Wancheng, Xiao An has not yet proved that Sto is fruitful, and it is difficult to control the three-dimensional white bone fire of the millions of demons. If it is against the ordinary emperor, it is a death, but there is some power to deal with the incarnation. Have not caught.

"Well?" The flames spread out, and I was waiting to kill her, but I suddenly found that dozens of sly sacred devils on the ground rushed to the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils", which belonged to His totem pole.

It turns out that she also understands that it is hard to threaten her. The bone claw is nothing but the sound of the East. The key is to destroy the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils."

"Good heart, but unfortunately useless." The hand presses down again, and a black giant tree wears through the air, smashing every skull. She was dodging one after another, still hit by a giant tree, the sternum ruptured and fell from the sky.

The Yangon abbot finally found the bitterness of the bones, but he was amazed that she would have such anger, looking at the white bone in the sky, and then looking at Li Qingshan, suddenly realized what, stood up, and sweared six words. Daming Mantra, Ming Wang possessed ~www.readwn.com~ skyrocketing, waving swords to the shackles: "Devil!"

His eyes are slightly stunned: "A good vulture, you dare to die, want to go to the world of bliss? I want you to fly away, never live forever!"

He grabbed him in his hand and crushed it. He was about to wipe out his existence completely. A Buddha light descended from the sky, shrouded the hand of the dragon, and collapsed into sand without a sound, revealing the soul of the Yangon abbot. A touch of glory.

In the sky, the clouds are overwhelming, and the Sanskrit chanting is as if it is close at hand and far away, making people happy.

Suddenly said: "Take the Buddha light!"

This Buddha light is from the Western bliss world and is personally picked up by the Buddha, but it is not something that ordinary monks can enjoy.

He suddenly realized that he was not the only observer.

The abbot of Yangon has a peaceful face and hands together: "Aoyama, the old man can only help you here. You have compassion, and you have an affair with the Buddha." There is a sorrow: "The color is empty, the air is the color, this is the old man." It’s not that I don’t understand. The world is not pure land, and all beings are stupid, but it is worth the sacrifice of my generation. There is no Amitabha in the south!” (To be continued.)