Legend of the Great Saint

In the presence of Li Qingshan, the three Zhuji monks had almost no power to fight back. They were killed by Li Qingshan. The Zhuji monks are still the same, and those refiners are naturally even more unbearable. They traveled in the middle of the labyrinth and finally returned to Li Qingshan.

The last sword, slipping through the throat of a refiner, took a scarlet blood flower.

Since then, all the minions sent by Zhaoqing have been killed. Li Qingshan feels a burst of joy in his heart and laughs loudly. A war is stirring, murderous, but also unconsciously, into this dragon battlefield.

Suddenly, the entire Dragon Arena trembled.

Li Qingshan laughed and saw that the blood in the sky became more and more intense. From the initial blue, it became a blood red, slowly rotating, forming a **** vortex, constantly spreading in all directions until it filled the sky.

From the deepest part of the vortex, there was a cry that could not be heard with the ear, only to feel it with your heart.

It seems that the millions of troops are fighting in the wilderness, there are no comrades, only the enemy. No one fears, no one retreats, only constantly waving weapons forward, until the last person, standing on the battlefield, alone to enjoy this brilliant victory, to the sky to send such hysterical cry.

Everyone who hears this shout will tremble deep in the soul, which is both fear and longing.

In the sea, the tiger devil screamed and screamed, and the battle became killing. Suddenly, it became extremely strong. No matter who the enemy is, they are willing to fight with one. In the killing and being killed, the blood of life is as passionate as if it were This is the meaning of all existence.

Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow, and the tortoise released a sense of indifference, smoothing down the heart of the killing, and running the "Magic Legends of the Town." Let the magic spirit devour all this irrepressible magic, which is the best tonic for the magic. In this way, it is only forced to suppress the tiger.

"This is the power from Shura Road! The Dragon Fighting Field is transforming into the Shura Field! Originally thought to have quelled the war, it would be able to prevent Zhaoqing from refining the Shura Field. I did not expect to refine it."

Li Qingshan was enlightened. He once put God into the hungry ghost road of one of the six reincarnations, and felt the absolute death of the inner silence, which is the whole world's inspiration.

What he didn't know was. In the end, it is his power that has contributed to this transformation. The tigers and the devils are arrogant and murderous. The quality is far better than the ordinary practitioners. It is the most needed resource for refining the Shura. As if a key, opened the door to Shura Road, let the Shura field come.

"No, I have to hurry back!"

Li Qingshan cleaned up the corpses of the refiners and the treasure bags, and rushed out of the maze to return to the original battlefield, and immediately heard the killing. The sound of chanting, the sound of the piano. All were shrouded in shouting, and they could no longer hear.

Thousands of refiners, being madly strangled, are ten times more fierce than Fang’s. Even the most basic business-seeking ideas have disappeared, and the people who waved their weapons to kill themselves are turning a blind eye to the swords that are stabbing them, even if they die. Also kill!

The idea from Shura Road is even a trace. It is not at all that the refining spirit's mind can resist, not just the refining sergeant, but the fact that some of the founding monks are arrogant and eager to move.

The murderous rushing into the sky, the speed of the **** vortex in the sky is spinning faster and faster, and the killing on the ground is more and more crazy.

A foundation-based monk squinted, his eyes were full of blood, waving a long sword and shouting: "Stop, stop, give me a hand!" A wave, a golden arc whistling out, and several refiners smashed Once the killing is opened, they can no longer control their emotions, rush into the battlefield, and forget to kill.

The situation was completely out of control, but Li Qingshan knew that this time he was allowed to shout loudly, and the killing was fierce, and he could not stop it. If you can't stop it, then it won't stop. He is not a salvation hero. It is enough to keep those who are familiar.

As the whirlpool continues to rotate, the boundaries between the various battlefields are shattered, and the various terrains are connected into one piece, turning into a huge battlefield with hundreds of miles.

Li Qingshan flew to the center of the battlefield, based on the town's magic tower, and greeted Liu Changqing and others: "Follow me!" Then he took back the town magic tower and flew away from the distance.

His eyes swept through the battlefield and saw a familiar face. Although he was stained by blood, he could still see that Hao Pingyang of the Mohist family was dancing Huanglong’s light cannon and fighting with people. A town magic chain stretched out one roll, pulled him back, and saw the farmer's Li Long, also pulled up, lest he be killed in the melee, and saved a few novelist disciples.

When Liu Changqing and others saw Li Qingshan, they all seemed to have the backbone of the heart. While keeping their minds on their backs, they followed closely. As long as the other monks had some wisdom, they quickly followed up and rushed out of the big quagmire. Also saw Li Qingshan's actions, but also rushed into the battlefield, put on two refiners, and tried to rescue their own disciples.

However, in the process of this rescue, it is inevitably attacked. Some monks can't help but fight back. This counterattack, the murderous gas is like a fire, and it is difficult to contain it. Even the purpose of saving the disciples is forgotten. One by one, it is like a battlefield, as if There is an invisible force that pulls them into the "meat grinder."

Although the strength of the foundation-based monks is strong, the spiritual power is not endless. At most, hundreds of refiners are killed, and they are besieged to death by the crazy refiners.

Until a hundred miles away from the battlefield, I couldn’t hear the shouting, and Li Qingshan stopped, and then saw the practitioners behind him, only a hundred people left.

The refiners were all comatose, and they were all stunned, because they were attacking the battle as soon as they were awake, so they were still awake, and there were more than 20 people in the area. Everyone was shocked and frowning. Constantly suppressing the surging of the war in the chest, it seems very embarrassing. Everyone knows one thing, the practice road of Ruyi County, this is over.

Li Qingshan was used to the big scenes, and he was able to suppress the murderousness. It seemed to be very calm. He also recruited the town's magic tower and threw those stunned refiners into it. Although they were a bit crowded, they would not come to them. care.

Looking around, the Dragon Fighting Field shows the whole picture, there are glaciers, big lakes and deserts.

Li Qingshan’s heart is moving. Since the tortoise can make a big labyrinth, can it be used to deduct the operation mode of this dragon battlefield and find a way out?

He also learned the most basic refining method in the 100 schools, knowing that the refining spirit is to enter a variety of spiritual runes. The refining of the instrument is to engrave a more complex array of laws to form a more powerful function.

Li Qingshan immediately mobilized the turtle and began to carry out the deduction. A round of invisible shackles spread to all directions. Above his heart, there is a glimmer of light. In the meantime, the glacial great lakes have all disappeared, leaving only one rune of runes, a group of running squads.

Any one of the tactics is ten times more complicated than that of the maze, and each other interacts with each other to multiply the complexity. Like a sophisticated machine, a circle is a gear that snaps together and rotates together.

This is the only dragon battlefield that the Daxia Dynasty has the ability to refine. The complexity of the mystery is far beyond the imagination of Li Qingshan. It is necessary to spend the half-year period.

After the shock, he immediately converges and goes deep into the core of the Dragon Fighting Field. Since it is impossible to carry out the deduction, can it find the core and destroy it?

Suddenly, he saw that at the core of the Dragon Fighting Range, the two forces are constantly confronting each other and competing in the control of the Dragon Fighting Field. One is naturally Zhaoqing, and the other is full of the power of death, Li Qingshan is more familiar.

"Mu Yu! How is this guy here? No wonder Zhaoqing can't look for me trouble!" It is a happy thing to see the enemy fighting in the fight, but this "Shu Luochang" is no matter which enemy you are falling into. In the hand, I am afraid that the first one to deal with is him, which is not worthy of being happy.

"However, this may be a good opportunity!"

Li Qingshan’s eyes flashed, and they did not alarm them. They were patient and waited until they were exhausted.

Hua Chenglu saw Li Qingshan staring into the distance and asked: "Large brother, what should we do now?"

Li Qingshan sees her face with anxious color, but she can still maintain a fairly calm, and the effect of the sputum is really amazing. Otherwise, with her original heart, she has to be stunned and thrown into the town magic tower, laughing: " Anyway, there is no danger now, wait and see!"

The influence of the Shura field has also been counted as a boundary point, and it will not let the Zhuji monks madly kill. Of course, the premise is that they can no longer fight with others. It is best not to look at them even if you don’t even think about it. It seems that everyone has a heart. If you look at the "fairy fight", it is easy to be triggered. On the contrary, it is easier to control.

Hua Chenglu sees his relaxed smile ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ also feels great peace of mind.

"When it is completely transformed into a Shura field here, I am afraid that Ashura will come!"

Han Tieyi suddenly spoke, and the armor was damaged, but it was still like a cold iron, standing there as a long gun in his hand. However, in the depths of the eye, there is also a burning flame. As a disciple of the pursuit of killing, the influence of this Shura field on him is not so big.

The practice of the military is very focused on the will to hone, and on the battlefield, the veterans are naturally more likely to remain calm than the recruits. And the atmosphere that permeates here gives him a sense of intimacy. Shura Dao is the home of all military disciples.

Only the real warrior, the soul after his death can avoid the trial of Hell Road and begin an endless battle in Shura. Of course, for ordinary people, it is probably no different from **** torture.

My father is in the Shura field of the General of the General, and the uncle is now fighting somewhere in Shura Road! Along the footsteps of his father, his heart burned with fighting spirit, but there was a kind of tranquility.

"Ashura!" Li Qingshan's eyes brightened, not only did not worry about fear, but was very curious.