Legend of the Great Sage

Li Qingshan glanced over, but he didn't find any trace of Dai Mengfan. It seemed that she disappeared without a trace after he turned into a bull demon and started killing.

However, after a little sensing, she realized that she did not leave Vientiane City, but went to the other side of the bookstore and hid under the forest.

"What is this? An ostrich?"

Li Qingshan disagreed, even if he was in the "all-inclusive array", his perception ability was greatly weakened, but it was not impossible to find her.

His heart stopped, he took a few steps in a row, threw a few punches, and killed all the remaining true disciples before going to find Dai Mengfan.

Bang bang bang bang... The sound of Yangshen's bursting ups and downs, resounding.

The earth trembled, the seas tossed, and the storm danced wildly.

The sky seemed to melt, turning into a blazing brilliance that flowed down and drowned the entire Vientiane City.

Although Li Qingshan's goal is only the true disciple, but the fire at the city gate has affected Chiyu, and no one can stay out of it.

There is a true disciple trying to restrain his breath and change his appearance, trying to escape from the crowd.

His sun god exploded in the crowd, swallowing dozens of buildings and hundreds of practitioners in an instant. Even if most of the sun gods exploded in mid-air, it was enough to shock and kill low-level practitioners within a ten-mile radius.

In this great terror like the end of the day, hundreds of escaping lights rose from the Vientiane City and fled in all directions, like a flock of migratory birds, feeling the chill of winter.

In the eyes of Lingzun Guihai, there is no such thing. The sun god is below the cultivation level. Unless he can form an army, he can't pose any threat to Li Qingshan, and staying in the city will only increase casualties.

And he has achieved his goal, sacrificing all the true disciples, maximizing the consumption of Li Qingshan's spiritual energy, then, it is time to fight head-on!

Um? It seems that some people are unwilling to sacrifice.

As the eldest sister of the Vientiane Sect and the only remaining true disciple, Dai Mengfan is continuing his own way of survival.

The time returned to Yinshi three quarters, the color was not yet clear, the long night was coming to an end, and Li Qingshan had just returned to Vientiane City to buy a pot of wine from his neighbor.

A gray-blue building in the west of the city is where the Law Division is located.

Imprisoned Yu Ci Yang Miaozhen slowly opened his eyes, sighed softly, stopped meditating, and walked off the stone bed.

The law department's custody was very lax. She was only banned from cultivation and could not use spells, but it did not affect the cultivation, but she felt a strong confidence and arrogance from it.

She is already at the peak of Jindan, and she is only one step away from the three tribulations, but what if she survives the three tribulations?

Yang Miaozhen smiled bitterly, even if he survived four or five more tribulations and became a high-ranking Sun God cultivator, he would never be able to escape from this dungeon.

The dungeon was a hundred feet deep, and there was only one window at the very top, which gradually revealed a ray of light. The morning mist poured in from the window, refreshing her heart and making her feel a little refreshed.

She had imagined various ways of dying for herself: when she was practicing, she became obsessed with demons,

He was struck to death by lightning when crossing the calamity, eaten by monsters when collecting medicine, or pierced by flying swords while fighting against other practitioners...

In short, it is the common way of death for practitioners. But she did not expect that the end of her cultivation path would be in such a dungeon, where she was about to be punished.

'Isn't this like a mortal? ’

She somewhat hated this kind of death, and felt helpless. She could only swing her long legs and paced back and forth in the cell with a crane-like pace.

Even with an extraordinary mind, no one can maintain absolute peace in the face of death that is approaching but does not know when it will come. They can't help but look back on their life experiences, one thing, one person.

But strangely, what she remembered most was not Li Qingshan, but Li Guinian, her only son.

The face, hands, and feet at birth are all clearly identifiable, and when he was five or six years old, he followed her to learn Taoism seriously... I am afraid that I will never meet him again in this life!

She suddenly felt sadness, and felt the imminent approach of death. She quickly returned to the stone bed and continued to meditate, trying her best to suppress the emotions surging in her heart. She wanted to die as a practitioner, not a woman. She hated crying.

She closed her eyes, her breathing gradually became steady again, and she soon entered a state of cultivation, which was the one thing she had done the most in her life.

At this moment, a voice as vast as the sea came from above:

"Li Qingshan, the Book of Vientiane is the treasure of the Vientiane Sect. The master ordered me to guard the Vientiane Sect. The Book of Vientiane can never be handed over to outsiders, let alone a demon!"

Yang Miaozhen's eyes widened, thinking that she had heard it wrong, she stretched her slender and fair neck, and tried her best to look at the window.

After a while, the voice sounded again, and it came clearly: "All disciples obey the order and kill Li Qingshan's incarnation! Today's battle is about the survival of the sect, whoever dares to take a step back..."

Then came the roar of a series of spell explosions.

Yang Miaozhen smiled and thought, "If it's him, then I'm afraid I still have a job!" Although she may not fully understand the meaning of "devil", there is a kind of trust without gambling, and women trust men.

Of course, there are also women who don't trust Nan Rao, "Oh, I just don't know if he still remembers me? Even if he does, I'm afraid he doesn't know that I'm being held here."

Intention to call out loud, but also worried about disrupting his fighting, or being used as a hostage to threaten him.

For a time, I was worried about gains and losses, and my mood was up and down, and I could no longer continue to practice.

After a while, a figure flashed in front of him, and a woman appeared in front of Yang Miaozhen.

Even though she was standing in the dark, Yang Miaozhen recognized her at a glance.

Anyone in the world, be it a man or a woman, who has seen her once, will probably never forget her. She not only has a stunning appearance that is hard to find in the world, a graceful and graceful figure, but also has a powerful cultivation base that dwarfs the heroes and a gorgeous temperament that is as noble as a queen.

"Dai Mengfan!" Yang Miaozhen said indifferently, "Are you here to execute me? Or do you want to use me to threaten him?"

"Junior sister, save me!" Dai Mengfan stepped forward and grabbed Yang Miaozhen's hands tightly.

"Huh?" Yang Miaozhen was stunned and blinked, only to realize that Dai Mengfan seemed to be a little different from usual, with red eyes, messy temples, pale complexion, where there was no trace of the majesty of an "empress", and even a trace of pity.

Every practitioner has his own way of practice, which stems from their different temperaments and experiences. Dai Mengfan's way of practice is very simple, that is, "to live." Her original purpose of becoming a practitioner was longevity, and she still has no change.

Everything is for living, living is everything!

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