Legend of the Great Saint

Under the gaze of the statue of the town, the violent anger of the madness in the square, forming a spiral storm, blowing countless residual limb blood.

Li Qingshan and Xiao An leaned back, standing in the center of the storm, dancing and tearing all the wind.

The wind subsided and the battle stopped.

The heavy water sword slanted downwards and smashed a **** mark with thick ink.

There is a gap in the sword, a crack in the crack, on the broken edge.

This top quality is no longer enough to support such a battle.

Li Qingshan is also full of tragic scars, and many injuries are nearing the point.

With the help of the enemy, it is impossible to avoid injury without using the power of the demon. If there is no such thing as the magical restraint of the "Magic Legends", even if you use your combat talent to the extreme, you will survive for ten seconds.

Looking at Xiao'an's gold body, there is also a scar. After dispersing the golden body, it is unscathed.

"Unfortunately these bodies can't be collected."

Li Qingshan used the voice of God to read the voice. He was slightly sorry for Xiao Andao. The two monks were not fools. They must not make strange behaviors that are suspicious.

Xiao Andao: "It doesn't matter, this is nothing."

Li Qingshan nodded and turned to face the statue of the town, and began to comprehend the fifth style of "The Legend of the Town."

Outside the town hall, fearlessness lays down his heart, and the non-roaring beside him has disappeared. He enters the town hall and is ready to rescue.

Although the genius that was killed is not a genius, but this is the fifth layer of the town's magic hall, which is to send out a group of the best disciples of the Tianlong Temple, it is difficult to protect the whole army.

But in the end, Li Qingshan and Xiao An showed his fighting strength and he was deeply surprised. The two men are almost seamless, and it is not a tacit understanding. It is simply one-minded.

There seems to be a special connection between them, far from being as simple as men and women.

The statue of the town demon shot two golden lights. Li Qingshan closed his eyes, and his body emitted a black magical force. The wound was on the wound, and the wound squirmed and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With his practice of "The Legend of the Town", the dark red magic in his body has become more powerful, constantly absorbing the magic of the demon and the tiger, and alleviating the pressure of the turtle.

From this point of view, he is now no different from the devil, and has a vitality far beyond humanity.

After a while, Li Qingshan opened his eyes and the magical demon that was emitted became more and more violent and powerful, and the degree of enlightenment became deeper.

"It seems pretty good!"

Li Qingshan waved his hand, and the water wave formed a mirror in front of him, saw a sly human figure, and then raised his eyebrows to make such an evaluation.

Of course, this "good" is compared to the demon deity. For the judgment of the image, he has never been based on the beauty and ugliness. He has a set of quirky standards. He always thinks that the demon deity, the hoof and the claws, must be compared. When the human form is formed, the image of the red-haired male is much more satisfied.

This demonized look and demon deity is another style, basically still maintaining the human form. In addition to the change of height, it is more like wearing a very fit and arrogant armor.

However, in the eyes of normal people, it is a real horror monster.

"Yeah!" Xiaoan looked up and nodded seriously, a look from the heart to appreciate the praise.

"I have to say that in the people I know, you are the most visionary!"

Li Qingshan laughed and laughed.

There is no fear and no roar to see this scene in the eyes, and the aesthetics of the two are speechless.

"You said this sixth layer, do we still want to go down?"

Li Qingshan asked, he really wants to go on, continue to learn the sixth "town magic catalogue", because his "town magic chain" is learned in the third layer.

This is not an accident. In many ancient exercises, the three layers are often a node. They can comprehend a spell or warfare that complements the exercises, so that the practitioners are not distracted by others, and they have certain means of self-protection.

This way, the "town magic chain" can be described as a great success, facing a lot of difficult to defeat the magic, as long as the "town magic chain" out, you can completely suppress, the win is easy.

However, the fifth layer, as the watershed of the town's magical hall, will inevitably become more sinister. After the fifth form of the "Magic Legends", the pressure of the tortoise is basically alleviated, and a few sharp auras are restored. To the danger of existence.

Of course, if you can use it with all your strength, Li Qingshan believes that the sixth layer is the seventh layer. However, in the town of the magic hall to restore the demon body of the end, most of them directly down to the ninth floor, was suppressed for 10,000 years of the end.

Xiao Andao: "Continue!"

Li Qingshan Qidao said: "So confident!"

Xiao An does not say anything, take a red letter from the treasure bag.

"This is my negligence."

Li Qingshan smiled. In the battle of the practitioners, Fu Wei occupied an extremely important position and had a prominent role.

All kinds of symbols, Li Qingshan Committee has accumulated a lot in the past few years, the red is not to say, even the purple character has, but in his level of battle, but rarely useful to the opportunity of the symbol, forgotten.

Xiao An also took out a few "organized copper rings", each of which has a corpse hidden. This is also one of the trophies of Li Qingshan in the grave hills, and is the treasure of several Jindan monks who were killed. A collection of pouches.

Li Qingshan handed it over to Xiao'an Refinery. Xiao'an has already completed the second accumulation of "Zhu Yan Bai Ludao". What he lacks is only comprehension, so he stays for the unexpected.

Of course, this kind of corpse that has been refining is a world of difference compared to the corpse in the hungry ghost road, and if you dare to use it in front of the corpse, you will immediately turn it off, but it will be used to rush. It is enough.

Li Qingshan was so determined that the two would move on and step into the door.

The strong **** smell makes the ordinary devil not dare to get close to here, but there is a huge figure, with the instinct to come quickly, and swooping in, it is a feast.

......

The sixth floor of the town hall, the central square.

Nearly a hundred magicians will gather under the statue of the town to understand the secrets of this statue, and hope that one day, they will be able to leave this prison.

The atmosphere here is quite depressed, and the devils have no intention of fighting each other. While watching the statue of the town, the eyes are always in front of the statue of the town.

A man with a cloaked, indifferent man sits cross-legged, with a magical sword in his knees.

The blade is black and inky, but it is not straight, but a section is like a pagoda. The length is closer to one foot. Imagine what kind of body you need to be able to swing such a sword.

The most weird is still the sword, not non-gold, non-stone, but a group of blood and muscles, the center is a bowl of mouth size, only white eyes and no barley, covered with bloodshot, looks Very strange.

The other demons will not be close to the distance of a few feet away from him. There is a feeling that even the atmosphere does not dare to breathe.

"What are you doing with him?! Go away, don't block the way!"

A violent drink broke the silence, in the door under the statue of the town, a demon who exuded the fierce breath suddenly jumped out, and the palm of the hand waved to the indifferent man in front of him.

This position where the indifferent man is sitting is certainly the best place to participate in the statue of the town, but it is also just on the way to the devil from below.

The eyes of the demons are full of scorns of gloating: "The great man of the map is a genius of the demon. Although he was defeated from the realm of the devil, it is not the devil who can fight, let alone the evil eye." ”

The right hand of the column shook a little, and a hurricane slammed through the square.

The fierce devil walked past Leto, and from the left shoulder to the right waist, he had a terrible scar and a violent smog. He turned back: "You are..."

Suddenly I felt as if something was missing, and looked down at my chest.

The column is also bowing his head, playing with a stone-like black magic in his hand, and a "squeaky" sound behind him, the fierce demon will fall to the ground.

The head of the column is not returned, and the magic is placed in the strange eyes in the center of the hilt. The eyeballs fluctuated a bit, and the black magic was included in it, as if the finishing touch was made, and there was a black coix seed in the eyeball. The eyeball turned for a week, and every magical one that was seen felt a deep chill.

The dense bloodstain was wrapped around the black coix, and the entire hilt was writhing violently. The hurricane whistled and whipped up the hair of the map, filling the entire hall, and the demons would have a feeling of suffocation.

The whole sword has a black light, as if the dark night is coming, and the brilliant golden color around it immediately becomes dim. Only the statue of the town does not change its true color, and the condescending view overlooks this scene.

But after a while, the magic was squeezed out by the eyeballs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The jingle fell on the ground, and the feeling was as if people had eaten something unpalatable, and spit it out with great disdain.

The column slightly shook his head. "Sure enough, it is still impossible. With the magic of the devil, it is impossible to satisfy the evil eye. You need a stronger magic. You must restore your strength as soon as possible, and return to the seventh floor to find the right magic. ""

His pointed ears suddenly moved, feeling that there was a lot of dead air outside the door. Other devils, although afraid of the map, are not weak, have some sense, and have shown their vigilance.

boom!

The nine golden gates suddenly opened at the same time, and a hundred corpses swarmed in.

The demons will not agree, but it is only a few corpses.

The picture frowns, I feel that something is wrong. There are many people in the magical people who can control the body. These corpses were originally human, and there are so many human corpses in the magic tower of this town. The gangsters of Tianlong Temple are even more impossible to use. This trick.

The eyes of the evil eye-sword in the hand turned, and each of the corpses was seen behind them, all of which were covered with plaques, and shattered and shimmered. (To be continued)