Legend of the Great Sage

The sky was gloomy, and the thick lead clouds were low and low, as if they were going to directly cover the sea of ​​trees, as dark as night.レm♠Thinking♥Road♣Guestレ

A ray of light streaked across the sky, and a man with five short stature walked with a sword. Although he is not tall, he is born with a wide mouth and a brave spirit, and the long sword under his feet is a magic weapon.

When the sword light fell to the ground, the man retracted his sword and put it back into its sheath. When he looked up, the Savage Mountain soared into the sky, but when he tried to look deeper, he saw thick and thick fog churning, sealing off the entire Savage Mountain, and his spiritual sense could not penetrate it.

"This is the formation of the sea of ​​mist in all directions! The old monster Zuo was indeed lost in his hands, and he even pulled out the formation that guarded the mountain. It took less than a month, and those famous people in southern Xinjiang were either beheaded or killed. Forced to swear a blood oath and become a slave, Qingzhou's Tianlong Temple really deserves its reputation, how strong is this Li Qingshan?"

The man pondered, and was about to step forward, when he suddenly turned around and looked back, holding the hilt of his sword, showing a look of guard.

A group of green clouds pierced through the clouds and was also flying towards Savage Mountain. . .

The color of the green cloud was not emerald green or dark green, but miserable green, and it was tumbling like life, and the speed was not much slower than the man's Yujian, and it flew down in front of the valley in an instant.

The miserable green cloud became more and more strange. It was tumbling and rushed towards the man, making a strange buzzing sound, like a monster that wanted to choose someone to eat. If you look carefully, where is this cloud? It is clearly thousands of thousands of people. Thousands of small green bugs that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Wan Poison Cult!" The man frowned.

"Ahem, friend Daoist Peng, you are no longer floating on the sea, what are you doing in my southern border?"

A soft voice came from the worm cloud. A tall and thin figure came out of the worm cloud, it was a young man in luxurious clothes with a sick face, the worm cloud rolled and gathered, and returned to the barnacle on his waist.

"It turned out to be the sick son, this Li Qingshan is really a big face!" Peng Jingxi laughed, a fighting spirit rose in his heart, Jingxi's sword was half out of its sheath.

"Today, you and I both have tasks, so let's avoid it! Since you came first, then please go ahead! If you are really dissatisfied, then wait until after the matter is over. You and I will do it again."

The sick boy gracefully raised his hand. Then ask Peng Jing salamander to go first. Peng Jingxun is not a fool, he knew that if he met Li Qingshan first, he would definitely do bad things to him later.

Although the Wandu Sect and the Jiange of the South China Sea dominate the southern border, the other hangs alone overseas. But have been neighbors for many years.

It is also full of contradictions.

The Wandu Sect is a standard Moxiu sect. Nanhai Jiange claims to be righteous, and as a sword cultivator sect, it must have a bit of chivalrous spirit. The most fundamental reason is the competition for interests. Once a magic weapon is born and the spiritual grass grows, there will be an open and secret fight.

From generation to generation, I don't know how many fellow disciples have died at the hands of each other. It would be strange if they met in a friendly manner. And as the most outstanding disciples of the sect, they usually have to fight when they meet each other.

"If you are not in a hurry, then I will go first." The sick young man smiled and stepped forward. A gust of sword energy passed in front of him, plowing a deep ravine in front of him.

"Don't even think about it!" Peng Jingxun drew his sword out of its sheath, this man is eloquent, if he is allowed to go in first, it will ruin my event.

"You can't go left or you can't go right. What do you want to do? The Jiange of the South China Sea is so majestic. Don't forget that this is the southern border of Wuzhou!" The sick young man's pale face darkened.

"It's better to do one game first, let's talk about the winner! See if I beat you away first." Peng Jingxi laughed.

"That's fine, anyway, it won't take much time to poison you short brat to death."

"The two of you should come in together!"

When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, a voice came from the valley, and the fog cleared, revealing a road.

Both of them were moved in their hearts, the sick young man took a step back and made a gesture of invitation, Peng Jing salamander snorted coldly, put his sword back into its sheath. The two rushed towards the valley one after another, and the fog gathered up again.

Peng Jing salamander took the lead to pass through the formation of fog in all directions, while guarding against the sick young man behind him, he galloped forward.

Seeing that there was no chance of a sneak attack, the sick young man gave up. Arriving in the valley, the demon caves in the Savage Mountains that once stood in southern Xinjiang became very deserted. The old city buildings were razed to the ground and re-occupied by vegetation.

"It turns out that it's just a superficial defense, and it's just a waste of resources!"

The sick young man disdains in his heart, if he is in charge of the blood oath, he will definitely establish a strict organization in this wild man mountain, but Li Qingshan obviously has no such plan.

Just as he was about to fly to the main peak, he saw Peng Jing's salamander suddenly turn around. Under the forest spring in the western mountain, someone waved and waved: "This way!"

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A waterfall like a white dragon seems to fly down from the clouds and fall into the deep pool. The grass beside the pool is luxuriant, and exotic flowers and plants are in full bloom.

Li Qingshan sat on the big rock by the pool, and asked Xiao An beside him: "Does this look like the place where we first practiced?"

Xiao An nodded, she wore a string of white rosary beads on her wrist, a total of twenty-seven beads. It took her a long time to refine the skeleton rosary again. Although the number was only increased by one or two, the effort and resources wasted enormously, and the skeleton rosary had reached the third stage.

Each skeleton demon becomes stronger, and the power of the skeleton demon formation also increases greatly. It can be said that without Xiao An doing it himself, with just this string of rosary beads, even the ten people who swear the blood oath together are no match.

That's why, Li Qingshan didn't plan to establish any strict organization. His strength was due to himself and Xiao An beside him, not a group of messy demon cultivators.

Everyone focused their attention on the powerful forces he gathered, but they didn't know that it was just the tip of the iceberg of his true strength. Anyone who thought it was okay to step on him had to bump his head against the iceberg.

However, Li Qingshan also faintly felt that this secret was not far from being exposed, because too many people knew about it. Although there are all kinds of insurance measures, he is no longer that little person that no one pays attention to, and there will always be clues in one thing he has done.

To a certain extent, it was thanks to Dragon King Mo Hai killing "Bei Yue". No one believed that Dragon King Mo Hai would miss. Even those who had doubts at first would no longer link Li Qingshan and Bei Yue.

It's best to keep this secret until the day he goes to Mohai to slay the dragon. At that time, even if everyone in the world knows that Li Qingshan is Beiyue, it will be fine.

But it might be difficult, Li Qingshan understands, the premonition in his heart is definitely not unfounded when he has refined to the fourth level of Spirit Turtle.

"Huh? Someone came to the door, people from the Wandu Sect and the Jiange of the South China Sea, were they really alarmed by me?" Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Xiao An said: "The disciple of the Wandu Sect is known as the 'Sick Young Master' in southern Xinjiang. He is one of the heirs to the throne of the clan of the Yue Kingdom, and probably represents more than the Wandu Sect."

"So that's the case, then invite them in!" Li Qingshan said, although these two are geniuses, they are not taken seriously by him. What needs to be feared is the "Patriarch of Ten Thousand Poisons" and "Master of Jiange" behind them Even the "King of South Vietnam". (to be continued...)