Legend of the Great Saint

After Li Qingshan left, Dai Mengfan took Yang Miaozhen to watch the battle on a water pavilion surrounded by water. Surrounded by thick smoke and fire, it was only a matter of time before the water pavilion was swallowed.

  Naturally, she doesn’t care about the fireworks, she is very clear that it is the man who really decides the life and death of their master and apprentice! Yes, Yang Miaozhen has promised to worship her as a teacher.

   Seeing Li Qingshan being blown by the gale, her heartstrings also tightened, and seeing him immediately waved the Fengshen's wings and slammed back to the study building, she breathed a sigh of relief, but then lost his trace.

  The east gate of the book building turned into a piece of smooth black water, but the sunlight shining on it did not reflect the slightest light, as if it had sucked in all the light.

  Li Qingshan disappeared, and there was no more sound.

  Dai Mengfan’s heart gradually sank again, his beautiful face flickering in the flames. She also thought about fleeing, and Guihai Lingzun was fighting Li Qingshan with all his strength, and she mostly ignored her.

   "But where can I escape?"

  Li Qingshan and Guihai Lingzun, one is the incarnation of the devil, and the other is the Xeon Lingxian. The fighting between the two is extremely fierce, and they have tried their best from the beginning, and the victory or defeat is only in an instant!

  If Li Qingshan wins, she doesn't have to escape; if Li Qingshan loses, she can't escape.

  There is absolutely no possibility of forgiveness for a defection. If it is held by the Palace of No Desire, before the soul flies away, I am afraid that he will first go to the road of **** and taste all kinds of torture.

  If you really get to that point, you'll still be a little bit more happy to explode Yang Shen, but she is the kind of person who will never die, so she can only suffer.

   "Oh, that would be worse than death!"

  Dai Mengfan was full of sorrow, and a bare hand gently held her hand.

  "Master, can he win?" Yang Miaozhen saw that Dai Mengfan's face was ugly, and knew that his master was very afraid of death, and couldn't help but want to comfort her.

   "What do you think?" Dai Mengfan asked rhetorically.

  "The disciple's cultivation is superficial, how can I know? But..."

   "But what?"

   "I never saw him lose!"

  Dai Mengfan's heart moved, thoughtful, and smiled again. Just thinking about something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the book building again, muttering: "The door is open..."

  Li Qingshan stepped into the entrance. After a while, a white beam of light rushed out of the book building and penetrated the ground. It was visible for thousands of miles!

   "The formation, it's broken!" Dai Mengfan's heart was shaken, and he patted his hands: "This is really amazing!"

  Li Qingshan won, even if her life was saved steadily, there was no need to go to the **** road.

   consciously failed to speak again. From now on, Li Qingshan will be her life-saving talisman, how dare to call him "son", turning around and confessing to Yang Miaozhen: "Don't talk to him!"

  Yang Miaozhen held back his smile: "Yes, Master."

  ……

  Above nine, the silver light is speeding, and the horse is empty.

  A silver armored female general pressed the handle of the knife with her forehand, and stood on the carriage majesticly. She was the former master sister of Vientiane Sect, and now the six-ding **** general-Chao Jiao.

  The horse's four hoofed clouds are rising, and the silver mane is flying, but there is no rein and no need to control. Not only is it more intelligent than most mortals, this path is also used to chat.

  This is just a routine inspection of the Palace of No Desire, which shows that the Palace of No Desire is of little practical significance for guarding the human world.

  In addition to dealing with the invasion of the demons, the human world has always been peaceful, unlike the chaos of the monsters and the hungry ghosts. Asura Dao is endless, but it is also a special kind of peace. As for Dao and Hell Dao, both are in charge of Buddhism, it is not her turn to inspect in the future.

   "Even if something happens below, it's impossible to see it up!"

  Cao Jiaoyan pulled his eyelids and looked down: the towering mountains that stretch for thousands of miles are nothing but a few folds on the ground; the endless rivers and rivers are just some twists and turns. If it hadn't been for her to be an immortal, with amazing eyesight, it would be impossible to see clearly.

  The only scenery worth mentioning is the ever-changing clouds. Because the time flow of the human world is faster, so the speed of cloud flow is also extremely fast, she often can witness the birth and death of a storm during a tour.

  The first time she saw such a scene, she was shocked and speechless, with countless insights in her heart, and her xinxing cultivation base took another big step.

  But after watching it so many times, it is nothing more than clouds.

  The life on the top is much more boring than she thought. It is strange and weird that she, the palace god, is really useless, as it is clear that the magical demon star is present and the disaster has arrived.

   "I had known this, it would be better to sit in Black Cloud City. Even if the demons had retreated, they could bully Li Qingshan! When I got up, it seemed that I hadn't been'petting' him for a long time."

  Cao Jiao smiled, thinking about the next day off, and then walking on the human road, suddenly saw a white line rising from the sea and rushing to the sky.

  Such a sight is not common, she looked straight and stared. I saw a wisp of black smoke rising from the bottom of the white line, still faintly shining a little light.

   "There... it seems to be... Vientiane City!?"

  ……

  Three thousand miles south of Vientiane City, there is a volcanic island, but unlike Xuanming Cave Mansion, this is an active volcano. At this time, black smoke was billowing, and magma was boiling in the crater.

  A man with an ancient face and a dignified demeanor, sitting cross-legged in a sea of ​​magma fire, is Li Liehuo, the former big brother of Vientiane Sect.

  After the Battle of Black Cloud City, he began to close his life and death in order to survive six calamities and break through the gap between people and immortals.

  In the early morning, he also received a summoning order from Guihai Lingzun, but he did not immediately respond to the call and rushed to Vientiane City.

  He benefited a lot from the Battle of Black Cloud City, and he had already broken through and cultivated as a fairy a few months ago. Now he is no longer a true disciple of the Vientiane Sect, and he is regaining his strength and solid cultivation, so he naturally refuses to answer the call.

  However, the Vientiane Sect is his family after all, and it is inevitable that there is some concern in my heart.

   "I don't know what happened to the Vientiane Sect. Lingzun will not easily summon the disciples. Could the demons come to attack Black Cloud City again?"

  Li Liehuo thought about it, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was always a little uneasy. At this moment, he suddenly felt a wave of spiritual power. Although it was not very strong, it was inexplicably moved.

  He immediately rushed out of the volcano and soared into the sky. Looking north from a high altitude, he saw the open space between the sea, with only a thin white line.

  ……

  At the same time, I don’t know how many practitioners in the human world, looking in the direction of Vientiane Sect.

  Le was also among them. As a true disciple of the Vientiane Sect, he also received a summoning order from Guihai Lingzun.

  However, he neither rushed to Vientiane City nor stayed in the cave, but came to a hundred miles outside the city, lurking down and watching the changes.

  There is a big omen and death in the city. If you break in without knowing what it is, it will be a life of nine deaths. And he faintly guessed the origin of this evil omen.

  On the Huangquan Road of Hell Road Disease in the past, he was defeated in the gambling game with Niutou Abang, but somehow survived. From then on, he caught a glimpse of the frontline machine.

  Le put away the careless smile on his face, and said to the three-legged Jin Chan at his feet:

   "My dark horse has won again, and now it's our turn to bet!" There was another wry smile: "He seemed to drive dozens of'big's in a row. I'm so heartbroken and flustered!"

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