Legend of the Great Sage

? In the dark and deep cave, only a ray of light from the sky entered, Li Qingshan lay upright among the gravel, his eyes were staring at the stars.

Every inch of his body was fluttering, every nerve was howling, even his soul was severely injured, and he couldn't move a finger, just trembled slightly at an extremely fast speed, his face was a little blurry, he was silent Digesting the power of this punch.

The power of "掼杌" is really too strong, it is simply crushing everything.

He was almost "paralyzed" by a punch. If Tu Wancheng was not so confident, he would have been beaten to death if he threw himself up to make up a few more punches.

Even he, in a war of this scale, has no security at all, let alone the certainty of victory.

Fortunately, he has long been used to it, wandering on the edge of life and death again and again, chasing hope in despair.

The fighting intent in his eyes was even stronger, what if he was punched and flew away, he just got up again. The soldiers were still fighting bloody ahead, and he never doubted that they would carry out his orders to the end.

Forcibly endured the ** who rushed out immediately, and had to wait for the injury to recover. By the way, she asked for help: "An, if you don't come again, I will be beaten to death."

A skeleton rosary rolled out of his arms and turned into a small skeleton demon. The sound of teeth colliding seemed to be giggling strangely. coming."

Li Qingshan smiled slightly, this was his real "trump card". In this battle, he did not come to die.

The small world is speeding up, and the earth, fire and feng shui are endless. From the flesh to the soul, everything is recovering rapidly.

At the same time, a faint blue light flickered in his eyes, showing a delicate hexagon, like two small pieces of mysterious tortoise armor, using "Mysterious Light to Shine" to pay attention to the battle situation.

The performance of the true disciples was even worse than he expected, not even a single one who dared to die with the enemy, otherwise, it would rely on so many human emperors to join forces with the demon emperor. It can definitely threaten "Yuto", and the raid of the Fire Army God may be successful.

As a result, a large group of people didn't even show half of their strength, just waiting to be slaughtered by "Yao". Not even an ordinary sergeant. This is not a gap in strategy or strength, but simply a lack of willpower.

"Hey, as expected, the higher the status, the more cherished one's life is!"

However, at such a time, what is the use of cherishing one's life, until the "梼杌" is free. I'm afraid none of these guys can get away safely.

way of practice,

It is never just a fight between strength and strength, but a confrontation between will and will. War has always been a confrontation of will at the highest level, and the weak have only one way to die.

"Hey, Senior Sister Ruan!"

Ruan Yaozhu's performance also surprised him. Although he was a little mentally stimulated, his strong willpower and determination to fight to the death far surpassed that of ordinary true disciples. It's not just those seeds that exert power, otherwise it's someone else. How dare you go deep into the Demon Realm at this time.

"Oops, I'm afraid she'll be targeted."

Li Qingshan's expression became solemn, how could he watch her being killed, he slowly stood up and raised his arms.

When "掼杌" was slapped, his hands suddenly opened, and he used the bull-fiend supernatural power field to pull her back from hell at a critical moment.

Ruan Yaozhu's reaction was also extremely fast, taking advantage of her strength to escape, and flew straight into the mountainside. He plunged into his arms and said in surprise, "You are still alive!"

Li Qingshan said with a smile: "Does Senior Sister think I'm dead?"

Ruan Yaozhu broke free from his embrace and urged, "Go away!"

Li Qingshan smiled and said, "Where does Senior Sister want me to go?"

"Get out of here!" Ruan Yaozhu said categorically, "This place is still within the attack range of 'Yao'."

"how about you?"

"I'm a true disciple of the Vientiane Sect, and my brothers and sisters are still fighting. How can I survive."

Li Qingshan was shocked and moved: "Then if I leave, who will protect you?"

Ruan Yaozhu blinked, looked at him with a strange look, and suddenly kissed him lightly on the side of the face.

Nine-colored deer came and saw this scene. I shouted in my heart: "Injustice!"

Li Qingshan was stunned for a moment and touched his cheek: "Senior sister, you..."

Although Ruan Yaozhu's face was a little red, he was calm: "Qingshan, you have fulfilled your responsibilities and have lived up to my trust."

Nine-colored deer shouted: "Li Qingshan, catch her, it's a big deal for me to help you!"

Li Qingshan was always reassuring at times like this. He hugged Ruan Yaozhu in his arms and kissed her pink lips. It took a long time before he let go of her: "Ha, that's how happy it is!"

"You are shameless! You are presumptuous!"

Ruan Yaozhu's face flushed red and she was extremely angry. Determined that if they want to keep her by force, she will force her to die. Thinking of this, I burst into tears. In any case, she was going to die.

"Senior sister, don't cry!" Li Qingshan wiped away her tears and said proudly, "We haven't lost this battle yet!"

From the big battlefield under the Black Cloud City to the demonic realm in the distance, it is a bloody road made of sacrifices.

The abbot of Yangon, leading all the disciples of the Pure Land Monastery, is standing on this road. The screams of killing on the battlefield were loud, as if they were close at hand, and the huge figure of "Yu Tu" could not be ignored.

He glanced worriedly, then sat down on the ground and put down the wooden fish. The disciples also sat down around him and began to recite the scriptures.

Rounds of golden light bloomed and began to purify the land.

This is their mission, to cut off this road of sacrifice, the battlefield will no longer belong to the demon domain, and the demon emperors will lose their geographical advantage. The battlefield situation will change dramatically, or even reverse.

However, things are far from simple. The war has been going on for too long, and both sides are well aware of each other's tricks. How can the demons have no countermeasures for such obvious loopholes.

Before the light of the Pure Land shone for a long time, an army of demons, all composed of cavalrymen, rushed to the abbot of Rangoon.

The demon king waved his iron halberd, and the monster with the condensed military energy rushed towards his face: "The bald donkey is killed!"

Looking down from the sky, a team of hundreds of monks, in front of 10,000 demon cavalrymen, was like a chariot.

The abbot of Yangon looked sharp, slammed the wooden fish, knocked and stopped, and said every word: "Nan, Wu, A, Mi, Tuo, Buddha!"

Behind him rose a golden Buddha, with a round of Buddha light behind him.

Every time a word was uttered and a wooden fish was knocked, the military monster was hit hard. After six words, it suddenly collapsed.

The crazy demon people looked confused for a while, with pain and remorse intertwined, holding their heads and throwing away the weapons in their hands. The beast fell to the ground directly, whimpering. The Demon King also swayed, as if he was drunk.

The big Buddha is like a flower, gently grabbing the Demon King and pinching it with a bang.

The monks cheered for a while. Even if he was in the Demon Realm, the abbot of Yangon was not afraid of such a large army without the command of the Demon Emperor. The Demon Emperor was still a little threatening.

Because the second army of demon people arrived later, still led by the demon king, with only 10,000 people, driving the demon people in front to advance, and immediately beheaded if they did not advance.

The demons rushed in in confusion, and the monks guarded the abbot, and had to start a killing ring. The demon soil that had just been purified a little was polluted again.

When the Great Buddha killed the second demon king and the demon army began to hesitate again, the third demon army arrived again and drowned the Sangha led by the abbot of Yangon.

Even if there was no threat to him, with just three demon kings and 30,000 demon people, he completely destroyed the plan of the abbot of Yangon, and dragged down a two-fruit Arhat.

At this time, I saw the Xuanwu army god and the raging fire army god in the distance, and they were defeated successively by "Yongtu", and they were still entangled in the army of demons. It was neither to kill nor not to kill.

"Abbot, how should this be done?"

The abbot of Yangon let out a long sigh, and saw the demonic people rushing in, one by one sinking into the evil ways, obsessed with ignorance, and an anger of ignorance rose in his heart, and he recited the six-syllable Great Ming Mantra: "Om ba na ba Mi hum!"

There was also a flash of anger on the face of the Buddha, the incarnation of anger, the golden Buddha clothes were removed, the muscles were knotted, the skin was dark, fierce, terrifying, and he was better than the demons. Phase, turned into King Ming.

Take a leap, descend into the army of demons, and start killing!

After breaking all the demonic barriers, the blood flowed into rivers of direct killing, and the corpses were scattered all over the field, and he still did not stop fighting.

King Ming opened the way, and the abbot of Yangon got up and walked towards the battlefield: "Let me live in bliss!"

The monks put their hands together and said in unison, "Rebirth in bliss and return to the Pure Land forever."

The abbot of Yangon moved his ears and heard a strange bell, like a silver thread, penetrating the noisy battlefield.

Straws of pale flames spread from the direction of the Demon Territory. As soon as they touched the corpses of the demons, the fire would burn even more vigorously. Even the "sacrifices" buried deep in the ground and the demon blood seeping into the soil were all ignited. In no time, a huge fire was burned, and it burned towards the demon people.

They burned out in the flames, and there was no pain on their faces, but a smile of peace and joy. It was very strange. It seemed that it was not the monks who were going to die in bliss, but them.

In the raging fire, the abbot of Yangon opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it: "Samadhi White Bone Fire!" Perhaps being illuminated by the firelight, his face turned pale for a while.

"Bone Bodhisattva?" (To be continued.)