Legend of the Great Saint

In the quiet room

Lotte feels very tricky, and the master died inexplicably here. How can this be explained? Do you tell others that the master is killing himself and being caught in the **** by the bulls?

Others thought that he had made some intrigues and made Li Qingshan a ghost. He can't afford the crime of murdering a master. If you know what happened to you, you can let him go!

And he has an intuition, if you say everything - the strange performance of the bull's head, the whirlpool of the glimpse of the fate, the terrible world of catastrophe - the result will only be worse.

He is smart, but at this time he is helpless. I don't know what to do. It is only relative to Li Qingshan.

I don't know how long it took, he suddenly found out that Li Qingshan's mouth twitched, his brow wrinkled, showing a painful color, as if he could not wake up in a nightmare, his body shivered slightly.

In the depths of hell, the snow is flying, the cold is pressing, the bones are cold, and the teeth can't help but fight.

Countless tall icebergs, connected to the ice, the sky is filled with frozen clouds, everything is cold and white.

The upper and lower sides are all cold and blue.

However, in the Qingbai Glacier, there are countless red shadows, which are filled with corals. He rubbed his eyes hard, brushed the frost that condensed on the eyelids, and found that it was a frozen flame, a group of "dead fires."

The chill is deeper, the body and clothing have already peeled off, revealing the majestic chest, the skin is cracked open, the blood has solidified in it, and it does not flow out, like a dead fire in a glacier, like a lotus flower, red glamorous.

Here is the depth of hell, in the deeper and deeper pain, gradually forget how many layers are counted, leaving only the patience of numbness.

The big green ghost hides away from the glacier, and sighs with some pity: "It’s here!"

This icy **** is a cemetery of countless evil spirits. When they are completely numb, they will be completely frozen, and then stay here forever, until one day is blown into the ice by the cold wind. Or burned to ashes by wildfire.

He couldn't help but wish him, "Okay, just stop here!"

Here is hell, giving up all hope, death is the best ending.

But Li Qingshan finally refused to give up hope. Not willing to stop, so move forward.

Walking barefoot on hard frozen soil, such as stepping on countless fronts, the red lotus blooms around the body is bigger, and a chill is penetrated.

Instead, he felt sober. Select the farthest glaciers and walk forward.

Ling Xiao Hanfeng froze the two scorpions and turned into two gray ice hockey. There was no hesitation in the footsteps, and the heart of the iceberg was clearly outlined in the heart and continued to move forward until it ran between the glaciers.

All the way to swallow the cold wind, eat ice and drink snow, fall and climb up...

If he can see it, he will find that the glacier is always out of reach, not close to even one step. Maybe he doesn't care either. Just don't want to stop.

In the heart of the big green ghosts, there is an indescribable taste, asking: "What is this?"

Li Qingshan's eardrums have already frozen, and I can't hear any sounds. I have to listen to the stern winds. I just waved my powerful arms and walked forward with my strong legs.

Step through the hard frozen soil and embark on a vast icy lake. A gust of wind blew the snow on the ice, and there were countless dead fires under the feet, and the flaming red was like a coral.

Suddenly. With a bang, the ice lake cracked and cracked a long ice valley.

He can neither hear nor see, nor does he have the slightest mana. Unprepared to fall into the ice valley.

Those frozen fires suddenly resurrected, and the fire snake danced like a snake, warming his cold body, and the temperature was still rising, sweating like a pulp until there was no trace of moisture. Another inch of burnt ash, before the bottom of the valley, it will rise and disperse with the hot wind.

And the big green ghost is looking at it, and completely understands one thing. He has not been overwhelmed by pain, completely dead, and will not stop here.

Soon he was born again in the ashes, and trembled in the cold wind. The flesh and blood reopened the red lotus flower. Before the eyeball was frozen, he glanced deeply at the farthest glacier and began a new one. Mercedes of the wheel.

"Master, Master!"

Lotte tried to wake up Li Qingshan. It didn't take long for Li Qingshan's eyelashes to tremble slightly, and slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly, he woke up and looked at Lotte. His eyes were filled with smoke, like a world, and there was still a reflection of the glacier. His lips groaned and asked: “How long has it been?”

"Three days."

"Only three days?"

Li Qingshan feels that he has been through many years. He believes that this is not only an illusion in pain, but a function of hell.

Instead of staying out of the way, the deity can make this trip to **** even harder. Because of the pain he experienced in an instant, it is a superposition of many days in hell.

Although people wake up, the nightmare is still going on: the ice and the fire are constantly interlaced, and the flesh and blood that freezes in the cold is turned into ashes in the heat.

Constantly reincarnation, suffering.

"Master, you..." Lotte suddenly understood that his yang was still in **** and was suffering from all kinds of torture.

Li Qingshan pressed his knees and struggled to prop up his body. He waved the hand that Lotte wanted to help, and walked toward the door. When he opened the door, he turned his head and said, "Don't say it."

His eyes are erratic, his voice is weak and weak, and there is no threat.

Lotte felt a great pressure, as if facing the fate itself, and lowered his head deeply, "obey!"

Li Qingshan’s mouth was pumping, and it seemed to be a smile: “Thank you!” disappeared outside the door.

"Call!" Lotte took a sigh of relief and lay down on the ground.

Li Qingshan stumbled back to Xuan Ming Dong Fu, plopping a loud noise, and fell into the water.

He showed his spirits and changed his feelings, and he reluctantly restored a sense of reason: "No... This state... can't last too long, you must go to the market as soon as possible!"

Although his willpower is far better than ordinary people, it is not endless. Once he exceeds his tolerance, he will be completely crazy and even die.

Before that, he must make a choice as soon as possible, completely interrupt the connection between the ontology and the **** of the sun, otherwise it will inevitably fall into a collapse.

There is a great risk hidden in it. Once the sun is out of control, it may be completely split, even enemies with the body, and want to replace it. It will be a terrible opponent who has mastered all your secrets.

In the practice road, such things are not uncommon. ~www.readwn.com~ So many practitioners condense the second and third yuan infants, and then refine them into multiple yin gods and yang gods, although they can greatly improve the speed of practice, especially when fighting In an invincible position, but it has always been a taboo, not for the right path.

Li Qingshan is not worried, but feels that it is the best. Returning to the market may be more dangerous than Hell Road. If he fails, he will at least retain a glimmer of hope and move on.

So he started the prepared matrix, and in a flash, the dark blue light bloomed, and a swirl of water appeared on the surface of the water, gradually deepening and deepening into the deep sea, forming a black hollow.

The water level dropped rapidly and was sucked into the hollow. It is necessary to know that the bottom of the cave is connected to the sea, and the water surface is flush with the sea surface. This black hole sucked away thousands of tons of water in an instant.

This is - Wanshui to the market!

He did not hesitate to put himself into the whirlpool, and before he was swallowed up by the black hollow, he and the sun **** of indulging in hell, silently recited:

"Good luck!" (To be continued.)