Legend of the Great Saint

A round of lonely moon reflected in the barren hills, looming in the cloud of black and red magic, was also dyed scarlet.

On the barren hill, a huge stone magical array was set up, and the mysterious stone pattern was smashed on the stone. The round and the ring of the ring were opened, and there was a magical rush in the concentric circle, which was connected to the sky and spread thick into the air. Magic cloud.

Looking down from the sky, the people on the barren hills are surging, and the densely populous demons are like ants, and under the command of a magical lord, a stone pillar is taken to a designated position. As a stone pillar stands up, the surging magic becomes more and more intense, obscuring the moon and the moon.

Although the body is far better than the mortal, but such heavy labor work, still let the moguls complain, they are not hungry ghosts of the lower ghouls, but also have normal emotions.

Snapped! A loud whip broke through the air, a four-handed four-footed supervised supervisor, waved the iron whip in his hand, slammed on a lazy demonic head, and burst into the brain and rolled down the mountain.

"Who would dare to be lazy, this is the end, give me the continuation, don't stop!" The supervised superintendent wiped the iron whip and glanced at the mountain, revealing a vicious smile.

The body of the lazy demons rolled all the way down to the foot of the mountain, motionless. After a moment, the "corpse" suddenly jumped up, smashed the head of the broken half and flew away to the jungle.

A pair of red eyes lit up in the jungle, hehe! One by one, the shadows shuttled between the canopies, chasing the flying demons, and swarmed down.

It turned out to be a group of wild monkeys, these monkeys, which were supposed to be ordinary mammals, became fierce and abnormal. The monkey hair is almost lost, revealing the muscles of the knot, and the sharp claws.

The long screams of the fugitives were heard in the jungle.

The supervised supervisor also sneered a few more laughs. "Hey, the magic circle near the magic cave is affected by the magic gas. Not only the beast, but even the forest is demonized. Just because of the vitality, I want to escape. But Infatuation. The stronger the vitality, the greater the suffering!"

However, when a demon will come over, the magician supervisor immediately converges on the smile, and hates in his heart: "The area will be magical. Although it is better than me. But it is also a consumable. Even the devil is dead." See when you can get it!"

After a narrow and straight gully, I couldn't help but think of the magnificent Jianguang that I saw three days ago. There was a chill in my heart.

In the barren hills, there are dozens of such gullies, and one megalithic column is smoothly cut off. The main job of the demons is to repair this stone slab.

At the center of the Stonehenge Center, there is a huge and different purple-red meat ball floating in the center of the magical stone. The veins of the blue veins are densely entangled. Thousands of tentacles are spurred by the tentacles and float quietly.

In the circle around, the twelve devils stood on the twelve stone pillars, motionless, like a statue of a statue of honor.

In the blink of an eye, they are almost exactly the same as humans, but when you look closely, some have four or five eyes, some have a pair of flesh-winged wings, and with exotic costumes of different colors, they are eccentric. Only one man looks pretty handsome, but occasionally a mouthful of mouth is full of fangs, and the smile is even more chilling.

When the moon was hidden, the people of the magic were doing their best, and the purple-red meatball suddenly trembled. Thousands of tentacles stretched straight, as if they were exploring something, showing the vigilance.

"Adult!" The magicians moved, as if the statue was alive and turned, respectfully bowing toward the purple-red meatball.

"That sword repair is coming again, and you will start the 12th Heavenly Devils and prepare to fight!"

A round of invisible ideas spread from the purple-red meatballs, and the demons left their work at hand, smashed and scattered, and gathered toward the magic caves in the center of Stonehenge. The magician supervisors waved iron whip and flew several in front. The demons, striding forward.

Twelve stone pillars under the twelve devil's feet, illuminate the magic light, and the outer stone pillars are also lit up. In the blink of an eye, all the stone pillars are lit up, and the whole barren mountain is shining, magical. Hidden into a majestic city.

"I don't know if I can survive this time. The sword repair can be stronger than the general devil. Even the big ball of the thousand must have suffered a big loss in the first confrontation. It can only maintain the demonized posture. The big men’s own ambitions let us come to work hard. It’s really a group of great people, **** damn it!”

The emperor's supervisor was groaning in his heart. Suddenly, a strange scream came from the ear, which was not reflected. A sword light broke through the sky and roared into the Xiongcheng where the twelve princes were transformed.

The sword is shining, the sword is stirring, and when it passes, the magic is opened, and the stone pillar is destroyed.

The magical people were swept away by the sword and the smashing of the bones.

Thousand Kings madly waved his tentacles and smacked toward Jianguang, while emitting a round of invisible magical thoughts, trying to disturb the opponent's mind.

However, the sword repairs the sword and combines it. It turns into a corner between the tentacles and breaks a tentacle. A sword heart is even more tempered.

"The leaves are broken, I will one day have to level your South China Sea swords, kill all the close people, let you see them mourn to death!" The snarl of the King of the Kings is to stop the magic cloud, the magic stirs .

The one who came is the owner of the sword house, and he is not a word, and he does not disdain with the words of the thousand kings. However, less than a cup of tea, he pulled away and felt helpless in his heart~www.readwn.com~ Although he seems to have the upper hand, he could not cause a fatal blow to the thousand kings.

Moreover, it is more difficult to advance in the thick soil layer by the influence of the twelve heavenly konjac arrays. The mana is consumed very quickly and cannot be used for a long time. Just staying for a while, the sword in the hand is covered with a layer of darkness, and it is polluted by the magical blood. If you want to be clear, you need to spend a lot of effort. If you just leave it, it will gradually turn into The magic soldier, in turn, affects his sword heart.

He can choose to fight together, or organize more people to besiege, but once the situation is not right, the Thousand Kings will immediately return to the demon domain, and can not be pursued, and other devils will get a message to attack, so this is doomed It is a war of attrition.

At present, all he can do is to continue to consume, so that the demons can not stand firm, until one day can not withstand such consumption and find it difficult to retreat, but he is very clear, this hope is really slight, and in history Compared with the previous invasion of the demons, it can only be regarded as a pioneer temptation, or even a real offense, let alone a general attack or a decisive battle.

When I think of it, I can't help but frown. What kind of situation will this Kyushu world fall into!

At this time, I feel a little bit, and when I look back, a red meteor breaks through the sky! (To be continued)