Legend of the Great Sage

The abbot of Yangon closed his eyes in pain: "Amitabha!"

Lingshan collapsed, together with several surrounding snow-capped mountains, and the roar echoed in the heaven and earth for a long time. * w.suimeng.lā

Li Qingshan's right hand was broken, and the mountain-moving order in his hand was dyed red, and he couldn't stop shaking. He grabbed his wrist tightly with his left hand, slowly lowered his right arm, and let out a sigh of anger.

However, there is no escape from Elysium, everything is in vain. God Garan was not dealt a fatal blow and broke free from the earth, but it was only a matter of time.

boom!

Thousands of earth and stones were thrown into the sky, and an arm suddenly stretched out from the ruins. Suddenly pressing down on the ground, supporting the majestic body, hundreds of millions of tons of earth and rocks flew and poured, and the earth rumbled and vibrated.

Li Qingshan's eyes twitched and he smiled again, the gods are really amazing!

God Garan insisted on supporting Lingshan, which was equivalent to being smashed in the face by Lingshan, and there was such a terrifying power.

He really can't do anything now. The Mountain Movement Order can only order the mountains in the world. It has no effect on collapsing mountain peaks. That is out of the law.

"Monk, there is something I forgot to ask, how did those monsters come from?" Li Qingshan suddenly had an idea: "It must not have been brought over by the Buddha!"

Looking back now, the abbot of Yangon brought him to that city, obviously expecting that there would be monsters, and wanted to stimulate his memories. And before the monsters came, there were guards who started to disperse the crowd and sounded the alarm bell, completely familiar and accustomed to it.

The road is always connected, the monsters can come, and I can go!

A silver lining to light the way forward.

"This...every hour, they appear, but once the sun hits them, they disappear. As for the rest...not so clear."

The abbot of Yangon's speech was vague, obviously there was something untrue, and he was covering up something.

"Zishi, no wonder the bell has to strike twelve times in a row."

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up, he grasped the key, and the chance of life suddenly became more dazzling.

Zi Shi is the beginning of yang birth, and it is also the time of extreme yin.

Buddha's transformation of this unicorn paradise,

There must be some kind of loophole, otherwise there is no reason to deliberately let Warcraft in.

He didn't know yet, because of the withering of the lotus in the pond, the World of Elysium is now full of monsters.

He looked up at the dark and deep sky, and now the ion time is not far away, about an hour.

The crux of the question now is how to survive until that time.

The mountain-like back of Jialan has been arched high from the ruins, not to mention an hour, even a quarter of an hour, can kill him a hundred times.

boom! The head of the God of Galan stretched out from the earth and stone, roaring: "Li Qing..."

A big mountain came towards him, and with a bang, he was smashed into the earth and rocks with his head and back on his back.

"Mountain." Li Qingshan said the last word for him, and put down the mountain-moving order in his hand. If he suffered another lion's roar, even if he was shocked for a moment, he would be dead.

The Great Sage Yishan gave him the three mountains, Huang Yajian smashed Wuhua Guixian to death, and this was the second one - Langya Mountain.

Unlike Lingshan, these three mountains are all innate magic treasures that have been refined, and they contain the power of laws. Even if God Galan suffered such a blow, he had a splitting headache, and his back cracked, as if it had been cut off. In particular, a mouthful of anger suffocates in his chest, bloating and suffocating to death, and the five internal organs are displaced, which cannot be relieved for a while.

"Amitabha, the fourth brother bless." Li Qingshan said to the abbot of Yangon: "Don't think about it, it's just a mountain, I'll give it back to you."

And because it fell on the ruins of Lingshan, this Langya Mountain is even taller and steeper than Lingshan. It won't be long before it will be full of flowers and trees again, and the top of the mountain will be covered with heavy snow. It's just that there will be no more messy murals and statues, and the whiteness is really clean.

The abbot of Yangon couldn't laugh at this joke. He stared blankly at the Langya Mountain, suddenly realized something, and murmured: "The mountains come to the mountains, and the flowers will bloom. If you live in a bad space, you can't do anything else."

Li Qingshan couldn't understand his verses, and was desperately thinking about countermeasures:

The first is to spread the distance as much as possible and fly tens of thousands of miles in one breath. But for a god, the distance is meaningless.

The second is to go to a big city, take the city residents as hostages, and coerce the God of Galan. Not to mention that God Galan still wants to eat or not, he also doesn't want to do shitty things.

Or simply use that ancient bronze sword with a mysterious origin to kill the God of Galan while he can't move. But is it so easy to slaughter God?

He thought of several countermeasures, and they denied them one by one. After thinking about it, there is only one way that might work.

"Monk, it's time for me to go, do you want to be with me? Well, forget it, I'm afraid I can't cover you. Anyway, the god Nagaran will definitely come to me. something!"

"Wait." The abbot of Yangon took out a book from his arms and handed it to Li Qingshan: "If you can escape, please hand it over to the skeleton descendant."

Li Qingshan took the book, it was just a thin foldable book, and there was no name on the cover. When he opened it, there was not a single word inside.

"What book is this?"

The abbot of Yangon said, "I should go too." Instead of flying away, he sat in the mid-air, with his hands clasped together. His aging face was radiant, clear and transparent. Silent.

Li Qingshan was stunned for a moment, and when he reached out and touched it, his body turned into smoke and dust, and the secret he discovered in Daleiyin Temple went away with the wind.

"Hey, it's easy for you to go."

Li Qingshan shook his head, not knowing whether to be happy for him or sad for him. The Langya Mountain in the distance shook violently and would fall over at any time.

He tucked the book into his arms and happened to touch something, and suddenly remembered an allusion, flew to Langya Mountain, and spat on the rock wall.

"Let's go!" With a chirp, he pasted the post with the six-character Great Ming Mantra on it.

The mountain was still shaking violently, and the post slowly, slowly slid down.

"Well, fairy tales are all lies!"

Li Qingshan turned around and fled, a ray of light disappeared from the sky.

In a blink of an eye, he came to the weak water again, and he felt empty and fell down, but this was exactly what his purpose was.

At the moment of entering the water, it turned into a tortoise, with a plop, it escaped into the depths of the surging weak water, chose a hidden place, retracted its head and limbs into the shell, restrained all the breath, and covered all fate.

At the same time, a mirror avatar rose into the sky, carrying his breath and fate, crossing the three thousand weak waters, and galloping away into the distance.

At this time, there is still more than half an hour before leaving the child.

This is his only chance to survive. With the pure-blooded spirit turtle's talent, he will carry out the concealment to the end.

"Counseling" people, "from the heart" is also. (To be continued.)