Legend of the Great Sage

? The true disciples were silent, and no one dared to come forward to rescue. Even Wan Jianfeng, who was not afraid of life and death, let go of his sword hilt, and a terror beyond death blocked his steps.

Like facing the abyss, even the bravest warriors will stop, it has nothing to do with cowardice, it is completely instinct, because the abyss is unconquerable, and you can't even stare for a long time, otherwise there will be an illusion of falling downwards. , the abyss is also staring at you.

After losing the enemy, the soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion also fell into confusion. They finally smashed through the enemy formation and came to the "Twelve Capitals of Heavenly Demons", but what should they do next?

There is no new order, and they can't do anything about the giant pillars.

As the blood-colored vortex in the sky converges, the power given to them by the Asura Dao also fades like a tide, making them feel deeply tired and unable to bear this armor, even this one, if not all of them are united, with a With the support of tenacious will, most of them will fall to the ground like demons.

A wave of despair spread like a plague. They have obeyed the military order and followed the general to the death to the end, but are they still unable to win?

The man on whom they had pinned all their hopes seemed to have lost the power to resist. In the vast crowd, someone uttered a mournful cry: "General!"

The handle of the knife slipped from Li Qingshan's hands, and he was so lonely at this moment.

He hadn't given up the fight, but his arm was completely contorted, with an unprecedented amount of pain.

It even far exceeded the pain of hell he had experienced before. Whenever he thought that the pain had reached its limit, the forked giant trees would fork further, and the number increased countless times, piercing and tearing every bone. every blood vessel.

That Asura's immortality seems to have become the source of pain, and ordinary people must have gone mad, even if they are firm-willed practitioners. Afraid also produced the heart of begging for death.

There is great terror between life and death, and Li Qingshan is no exception. He was terrified to death, terrified of pain.

The irony is that at times like this, time passes very slowly, allowing him to clearly discern every trace of fear and pain, and he can't help but complain: "Why should I suffer this kind of sin?" You will regret it: "I knew it wouldn't come, let this group of turtle bastards die!"

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

But when the smile appeared on his face, it was only a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Yuzu's eyes narrowed,

A little stunned: "Is he laughing?"

In those red eyes, there was neither hatred nor anger. They silently endured the pain in the abyss of fear, still drawing bit by bit of power from the boundless earth, pouring it into this broken body, and then using flesh and blood. Twist off a giant tree and branch off countless roots.

Crack... Crack... This dense sound made the scalp numb, and the true disciples widened their eyes. As if looking at a monster.

Just now, when he gave up defense and attacked frantically, they were already very shocked. The feeling at this moment is simply indescribable in words.

Yingzhe also felt a shudder, and suddenly realized that Tu Wancheng's failure was not accidental, and that his opponent was not something that anyone could defeat.

"What is the origin of this kid? It's more like a demon emperor than a demon emperor. The Vientiane Sect can never cultivate such a disciple. Wait, he... He won't be the legendary person chosen by the demon domain!"

Li Qingshan is still struggling unsightly, even if he dies here, even if he can't reach nine days. Never fail this life. And as long as he is still alive, even if only for a moment. Also keep going.

A thought flashed in his mind: "It's too weird, he may really be a legend!" He was even more ruthless: "The legend that died is not a legend!"

"Let him go!" An extremely angry voice said. The pale sea of ​​fire burned the corpses of millions of demons, and the fire converged on a crystal white bone in the sky.

The flames that had been silent and silent now became surging, like ignorant anger.

"You still dare to come out!" Yutao was a little surprised, when did the Way of the Bone become so affectionate and righteous.

Xiao An didn't say anything, the fire in the sky condensed into a pale bone claw, and grabbed it hard.

Reflecting the paleness of the sky and the earth, the samadhi white bone fire, which was condensed from the corpses of millions of demons, was condensed in the claws, which was even bigger than the scorpion itself. This grasp was simply earth-shattering.

"If you survive the five heavenly tribulations, you're still a little threatening." Tiao Tuo was unmoved, and with a wave of his hand, the bones and claws collapsed layer by layer, and then disintegrated into ordinary samadhi white bone fire.

Like Tu Wancheng, Xiao An has not yet attained the Situohan Fruit. It is difficult for him to control the fire of samadhi white bones turned into by the corpses of millions of demons. If he deals with ordinary demon emperors, he will naturally be caught and killed. Have not been caught.

"Huh?" The flames dissipated, and Yu Tuo was about to kill her, but suddenly found dozens of hideous skeleton demons on the ground, rushing into the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Demons Great Array", which one belonged to his totem pole.

It turned out that she also understood that it was impossible for her to threaten Yingtao, and the bone claws were nothing more than a blow to the east.

"Good intentions, but it's useless." The hand pressed down again, and the black giant trees pierced through the air, smashing every skull demon. She dodged one after another, but was still hit by a giant tree, her sternum fractured, and she fell from the air.

The abbot of Yangon finally found the white-boned descendant that he was looking for, but he was surprised that she would be so angry. He looked at the white bone in the sky, and then looked at Li Qingshan. Suddenly he realized something, stood up, and recited six characters. Daming curse, King Ming possessed his body, soared into the sky, and slashed at Tingyao with his sword: "Subduing the devil!"

Tingtao narrowed his eyes slightly: "What a bald donkey, you dare to come to die, and want to go to the Paradise of Elysium? I want you to be dissipated, and you will never be born!"

He grabbed him in his hand and crushed it to pieces. Just as he was about to completely wipe out his existence, a beam of Buddha light descended from the sky, enveloped the hand of Tiao Tu, and collapsed into sand silently, revealing the spirit of the abbot of Yangon, glowing with radiance. With a faint glow.

Auspicious clouds surging in the sky and Sanskrit chanting chanting seem to be close at hand but out of reach, making people yearn for it.

Ye Tuo said sternly: "Receive the Buddha's light!"

This Buddha's light comes from the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, and is guided by the Buddha himself, but it is definitely not enjoyed by ordinary monks.

It dawned on him that he was not the only observer.

The abbot of Yangon had a peaceful face and put his hands together: "Qingshan, the old monk can only help you here. You have compassion, and you have a relationship with the Buddha, and you must have extraordinary good fortune." He also showed a touch of compassion: "Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form, this old monk says. It’s not that I don’t understand. The world is not a pure land, and all living beings are so stupid, but they are worth the sacrifice of my generation. Namo Amitabha!” (To be continued.)