Legend of the Great Saint

Readx(); In the darkness of the boundless darkness, time becomes blurred, it seems that it has been a long time, and it seems to be only a moment.

However, he clearly remembers that the twenty-third time, the image is combined with this weight.

The brain was violently stinging, and he once again recovered to the "as is", and all the "wrong" thoughts were corrected. Not forgetting the "beginning heart" is such a "headache" thing.

The pain came quickly and quickly, and I heard the sound of broken memories. It was as crisp as ice, and the fragments melted in the black water.

I didn't know what I had forgotten. It was something that was not very important, but I couldn't help but shudder.

Through his understanding of self-awareness, he understands one thing. Nothing is absolutely unimportant. Important things are always made up of a lot of unimportant things. The heroic epic is always behind the rise and fall.

Like a colorful picture, the thick ink is eroded from the periphery. How long can the so-called important things last?

In the void, it is not a loss of power, and here he is losing himself.

He also felt a black humor of condolence. Once he lost most of his memory, the Yangs in Hell was closer to the original definition of the name Li Qingshan.

If you ask, who is the real "Li Qingshan"?

The answer is simply simple: who is strong and who is "Li Qingshan"!

Here is the practice road, the collision of power, the confrontation of the will never ends, the weak does not bear the name, the weak does not deserve anything.

He has been cruising in the market for a long time, still have not seen anything, whether it is a ray of light, or a fine dust, only endless black water.

But in his mind, there is a clear "map", taking the position of entering the market as the origin, constantly cruising around, the trajectory of the voyage is like a vortex, and continues to expand.

at the same time. He still continually releases his radiance and patrols the surrounding land with "Xuanguang", so this circle can be very large.

However, in the boundless market, it is still like a lost firefly. It costs light in vain.

However, this light is not only bright, it contains a message, where the light is swallowed by the darkness, with deep black water as the medium, and continue to spread further.

The heart has a spirit - the second new supernatural power of the tortoise.

This is a means of remote communication. It is possible to communicate with the mind in a very long distance, so that he can use the "Xuanguang Photo" to sneak a peek while still gesticulating.

Under normal circumstances, it seems that it is not too useful, but now it can be used as a signal tower. Constantly signalling that I hope to be received by the "Prisoner of the Return".

Because too complicated messages are easy to lose, so in order to ensure that the signal is far enough, there are only three words in the message - who am I?

Not only is the signal simplified to the extreme, but the interrogative sentence is more likely to attract attention. If there are potential enemies, they will not expose their purpose. It will be treated as a normal spirited turtle.

Perhaps, I am constantly reminding myself.

Everything is in the plan, there is a kind of savvy, but this is still a clumsy way.

The future is awkward, maybe the next moment will get a response, and maybe never get a response.

Eventually it was like a frog in warm water, gradually cooked. By the way, the frog is not so stupid, and as perhaps the most intelligent race in the world - the tortoise - he can't escape this fate.

So he began an endless rotation in the endless black water.

The 108th time - the image is combined with this weight. After the habitual pain, some of the memory was lost.

The first thousand and eight hundred times - the mirror and the body weight, the book of Shushan in the Tianshulou, he has not even thought of a book. Including "Freedom in Heaven". There is only one book title left.

How long has it been? One and a half years? Still ten years and eight years?

He has not remembered? It was a good calculation, and the time of each coincidence was basically the same, but now he even forgot this. And every time there is a coincidence, it will be forgotten once, because remembering this message is completely meaningless, but it will weaken his willpower.

Time has become a vague concept.

The third thousand five hundred and twenty-eight times - as if he was not spinning. But the whole retreat is spinning, and death is nothing but an illusion. It is actually a big whirlpool, spinning at a very high speed.

It's just that humans don't feel much about the rotation of the earth. This vortex is too big, and it is always in the same speed, so you don't feel that you are exercising.

And he thought he was moving on a precise trajectory, but in reality he was constantly approaching the center of the vortex.

Of course, he is not sure whether this is a real deduction or a false illusion. With the loss of memory, everything becomes ambiguous.

Seventy-seven hundred and fifty-nine times - who am I?

He slowly closed his eyes and became the ninth heavy tortoise. Everything is over!

He has already sacrificed his name, but he has never responded.

Despair has not yet emerged, and it has quickly receded, calmed to the extreme, and drows to the extreme.

With the last will, the last message was sent, and it fell into a long-term sleep.

"who am I?!!!!!"

Suddenly, a voice broke into his sea of ​​knowledge, like a landslide, like a thunder sway, like a million lions roaring together, awakening him from his sleep, could not help but shrink into the turtle shell.

The voice was still violently reverberating, and the shells were trembled in a burst, seemingly turned into a musical instrument.

Li Qingshan's big double eyes, a ecstasy in the heart, although almost forgot why and hi, but still feel happy.

"I found it?"

The silent black water is stirring wildly, forming numerous whirlpools and turbulences. Every vortex and every turbulence is hundreds of times larger than his body shape. Even the demon will be easily shredded.

He is fearless. As the tortoise becomes completely complete, he is already a pure-blooded turtle. With every vortex as a signpost, every turbulence is a path, and it is accelerating toward the depths of the market.

Suddenly, a undulating shadow ran across the front, like a crouching behemoth, coming from the endless darkness, to the endless darkness, stretching for thousands of miles!

"It's a mountain!"

He never thought that one day, seeing a mountain would make him so surprised and so kind.

Not only because it is a market, but he also lost all the memories of the mountain, including his own name, which is the first mountain he saw in his life.

He slowly approached, the grand and vast voice came from this mountain, the strange rock, the towering mountain rock is close at hand, but found nothing else, except the mountain is the rock.

He ran "the light of the light" and scanned the entire mountain range carefully. He found that between the mountains, the most embarrassing peak seemed to be engraved with words.

He came to a close look, it turned out to be three large characters, the lion's ridge!

The name seems familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it, and still can't find any living things. I asked aloud: "Where are you?"

A voice a million times louder than his voice responded: "I am at your feet!"

Rumble! The black water is tumbling, undulating, and producing numerous currents.

Li Qingshan urged the turtle to be the mysterious armor, barely resisting the impact of the sound waves, overlooking the mountains, and the opportunity to move: "You are crushed under the mountain?!"

This setting he also feels very familiar, can not help but look around, whether there should be a gold stamping and other things around him need to be removed, from then on all the way to the west, set foot on the peak of life.

The voice laughed, and the mountains shook, and asked: "How do you press?"

Li Qingshan stunned, but here is the market. Even this mountain should be suspended in the black water, so there is no such thing as suppression: "Are you sealed in the mountain?"

"You are on my back."

"No way!"

Li Qingshan was taken aback and pushed the "Xuanguang Photo" to the extreme. He tried to treat the mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles as a whole, only to find that his shape resembled a crouching lion. It is the towering back of the lion.

His "spirit turtle" became a big man, and his body was already quite large, but on the back of this male lion, it was like a flea.

Rumble!

The lion raised his head and drove the mountains and undulating, and made a big yawn. The two long teeth were like two inverted peaks. Looking back to him, the brown-yellow lion eyes are like two hot suns, suddenly dispelling the endless darkness.

"Little guy, who are you?"

"I am... anyway, it's not a little guy! Can you whisper?" Li Qingshan knew what he was facing, but he didn't feel fear, but he was very kind.

"No, little guy." The lion refused him without hesitation.

Li Qingshan mouth corner ~ www.readwn.com ~ this **** lion! Obviously there is no point as a prisoner's consciousness.

The lion shook his ears: "Pay attention to your heart, I can hear it."

"Who are you?" Li Qingshan faintly guessed the identity of the lion. This part of the message he still kept.

"I forgot!" The lion proudly announced: "But my older brother once called me a stupid lion, so you called me ‘yugong’!”

Li Qingshan turned a blind eye and was called a "stupid lion". What good is it? Or worthy of the "big brother"! There is no need to explain anything over there. This person should see everything from himself. However, I feel that the word "stupid" is also familiar.

"Forget it, if I guess it is right, you are the King of the Lions!"

Lion Camel King glanced at the three characters of "Lion Camel Ridge": "Well, this is it."

"..."

The original purpose of lettering is this! (To be continued.)