Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan took a deep breath: "Blood Bodhisattva, it is a magic road!" Although he still does not know the height of the Buddha's sorghum, which is about to prove the Buddha's fruit position, he knows that this is far more than a man. The magic of imagination.

Li Qingshan’s face is dignified: “I’m afraid it’s not easy to practice!”

Qingniu said: "Yes, this kind of supernatural powers to carry out life and death, not only requires the cultivator's soul to have excellent qualifications, but also to take the soul to sacrifice the blood at the time of death, endure the blood gas burning, to obtain a lot of essence. But now only the animal blood is used to fill the number. The best cultivating thing is of course human blood, especially the **** martial arts."

Li Qingshan’s heart trembles. If anyone hears this method of cultivation, he can only think of evil methods and magic roads. No matter what the legendary story is, using human life to fill up to practice, there is one count, all villains. Finally, you must not die.

Can not help but ask: "Why do you want to practice this?"

Xiao An was so scared that his face was pale, and he knew that this was the magic of extreme evil.

Qingniu said: "Of course, to help you, hey, is this the upper layer of the ghost?"

Li Qingshan was shocked and couldn’t say anything to blame. He only smiled when he bowed his head. "It seems that we have all gone wrong with the master and are destined to go dark on this magic road."

Xiao An was so relieved that he smiled.

A sika deer flies in the forest, avoiding the shadow of the shadow, but finally cut off the throat by a hunting knife. The blood splash has not yet reached the ground, it is caught by the porcelain altar, the hot blood just fell in it, the wind is rolling A **** bone flew out.

Sitting on the legs of the white bones, as if the old man sat down, there is a secret feeling of sacred and evil. If there is a sorghum here, if you can't understand the alternation of the glory, the Buddha and the Tao will reciprocate.

Li Qingshan can only look at Xiao'an attached to the white bones, refining blood gas, blood gas rising like a **** flame, Xiao An brow wrinkled, the soul trembled, suffering a great pain.

Magic Road is a shortcut, but shortcuts are also dangerous. It takes a lot of money and takes great risks. The bitterness of blood and burning souls is better than the burning of the body by the fire, but also to maintain the mind and cultivate the magical power with great perseverance. It is really not the practice of ordinary people.

Li Qingshan clenched his fists, only to feel that there was a fire in the heart, and the burning could not stand it. Xiao An’s suffering in the side of the goddess was not as good as one percent of the moment, and he reached out to stop it.

Qingniu said: "This is not only for you, you have what you want to do, the wish you want to accomplish, he is the same, this is his freedom."

"His wish?"

"Yes, his wish is to help you." Qingniu couldn't help but laugh at the playful words he said, but when Li Qingshan smiled without a smile, he smiled. "Do you know? I promised this. When he was a kid, he didn't know how happy he was, and he is very happy now. As long as he can keep my chest, no matter what he does, there is no regrets, isn't that what you said?"

After a long time, the blood gas was completely refining, and it was integrated into the white bone. The white bone was attached with a layer of faint red.

Li Qingshan took out the ginseng and took out a drop of the ginseng into Xiao'an's eyebrow. Xiaoan closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Li Qingshan turned and jumped into the cold water again, only to calm down his heart.

The days passed by, and the 100,000 mountains were all wrapped in silver. Li Qingshan practiced daily and almost got a wound every day. If his body is already very human, plus the spirits are always nourishing, the body is early. It’s awkward.

Xiao An continued to kill the beasts. At the beginning, he used only the blood of small rabbits such as the hare and the yellow sheep to practice. Later, he used the bloody, heavier carnivores such as the tiger leopard to practice.

The two are like a general competition, and they are eager to practice the magical powers.

Until a month later, the waterfall still roared, the whirlpool in the pool still spinning, the central whirlpool, a vaguely visible figure, dancing in the water.

Against the boundless rapids, as if facing countless rivals, Li Qingshan transported the "Buffalo Strong Boxing" in the water. One stroke and one style, like the one on the shore, did not go away, but was full of the strength of Shen Ning.

The cow demon slings to stabilize the figure, the cow magic skin resists the rapids, and the cow's top corner hits the vortex.

Is the infuriating sound like a whirlpool, forming a small cyclone, the true airflow to the limbs, the speed is getting faster and faster.

The pool of water is stirring, ten times more than usual.

Li Qingshan was boxing out.

"Boom" such as stunned thunder in the water, a terrible breath from the water, shocked countless birds and beasts.

Xiao An’s heart jumped, as if something terrible beast was released, far better than the wolf and tiger leopard. He stared at the water, the water surface returned to calm, and the swirling whirlpool disappeared.

A smile appeared in the green calf.

A tall figure jumped out of the deep pool and landed on the rock. The bronze body of Li Qingshan was as strong as a cow, like a rock carved into a ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ every muscle is full of explosive power.

He punched his foot on the rock under his feet. The loud noise of "咚" was not like the flesh and blood hitting the stone, but the stone was touching the stone.

After a moment of calm, "Hey!", the huge rock that has been polished by countless years of water, cracked a seam and finally shattered.

Before the rock broke, Li Qingshan jumped on the edge of the pool and looked at his own hands. He muttered: "Is this a powerful force?" He feels that there seems to be infinite power in his body. The whole body seems to be reborn. The third-rate master of the third class, he can kill him with one hand, but he does not want to hurt himself a hair.

Qingniu said: "You are finally getting started."

Li Qingshan took the cracked stone bow and bowed it like a moon. The original hard iron arch was now soft like an ordinary wooden bow.

Li Chuangshan repeatedly slammed the bowstring, and even with the bow of the three stones, he made the Lianzhujian method. This series of consecutive shots, the bow string burst, and the sound of the shivering seemed to cut the air.

Li Qingshan felt that there was still room for it. He kept on screaming, up and down, left and right, and each bow was opened in all directions.

Power, a constant stream of power, as if you want, you can do everything and defeat all enemies. This is the feeling of supernatural power, not belonging to any martial arts.

Xiao An was watching and worshiping infinitely.

"Xiao'an, it's time to go out!" Li Qingshan mentioned the porcelain altar and walked outside the mountain, not to the Black Wind Village, but to Qingyang City.

The waterfall is getting farther away, the pool is once again rushing, and the vortex re-spins.

The three characters of "Qingyang City" are engraved on the high city gate. Li Qingshan looked up for a while. This city that he had heard since childhood was the first time he came today.