Legend of the Great Sage

Li Qingshan's pupils shrank, and the passage of time seemed to have slowed down. Nascent Soul's inherent body disintegrated, changing from the shape of a baby into a messy white sphere, with gaps cracked, and glaring white lights shot out from it , under Master Zhu's last thought, flew towards him rapidly.

Under such a speed of hedging, there was no time to dodge, and a strong sense of crisis came to his heart. He used "Tiger Demon Rage" and "Madman's End" at the same time, his body was on the verge of collapse, and he couldn't bear another dimension at all. The baby blew himself up.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu!" "Damn the evildoer!"

The great masters shouted angrily, but they breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, this time they can always kill this evildoer. Master Zhu sacrificed himself in order to slay demons and demons, which is enough to make the whole practice path remember for thousands of years.

Although King Chu Lie felt a little regretful for not being able to kill Li Qingshan with his own hands, he also felt happy in his heart.

Li Qingshan had an idea, his heart swayed, he took the Nascent Soul with his big hand, and the phantom of the turtle appeared behind him, suppressing it.

The Nascent Soul immediately stabilized a lot, and the white light emitted was forcibly suppressed back, but there were more and more cracks on it, and it would explode at any time.

Under the astonished gazes of the great masters, Li Qingshan made a bold move, stuffed the Nascent Soul into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The tortoise's internal suppression is stronger, but cracks have covered the entire surface of the Nascent Soul, and an explosion is inevitable. If this continues, it will only blow him to ashes.

"Is this monster tired of living?"

This idea came to everyone's minds, but they saw Li Qingshan turned around suddenly, his eyes were round, his mouth was opened to an unbelievable degree, and a blazing light glowed in his throat.

Since it cannot be completely suppressed. Then find a way to release it.

The tiger demon breathed out and spewed angrily!

"What!" King Chu Lie's expression changed.

A dazzling white light whizzed out, like a mountain torrent rushing out of the dam, rushing towards King Chu Lie and others.

As soon as Bai Guang left his mouth, he lost his restraint. It rapidly expanded and became larger, like a funnel, and when it rushed in front of King Chu Lie and others, it was already overwhelming.

Li Qingshan also shook his head maliciously, causing the white light to bend and sway, ensuring that the blow area of ​​this mouthful of anger is large enough. Guarantee that neither a bad guy nor a good guy will be spared!

"A white horse is not a horse,

Difficult to tell from the name! "

The face of the great master of the famous family changed, and in his mouth, a vague shape appeared in the void, which looked like a horse instead of a horse. It seemed white but not white, and the light blasted into it, turning into nothingness one after another, as if it was directly denied by his words.

"Organ battle city!"

With a wave of his hand, the great master of the Mohists summoned a majestic black city covered with countless black holes and thousands of cannons. Let's fire together and blast towards the white light.

"The sound of the sky is dazzling." The great master of the music family waved his hands, plucked the strings in a hurry, and waved out rounds of sound waves, but they were not scattered, stacked layers, and blocked in front of him.

The great masters used their methods one after another, all of which were the highest defense skills of each school. If the ordinary Nascent Soul exploded, it might be able to resist. However, this Nascent Soul blew itself up. After Li Qingshan's control and restraint, all power no longer spread in all directions, but was restrained, pointing in one direction, and the destructive power increased by more than ten times.

Boom boom boom!

The white horse died. The battle city is broken, and the sound of the sky is broken!

The great masters rushed down like mortals being sucked into the mountain torrent, and were slammed down on the Great Buddha Mountain.

Hundreds of millions of rays of light splashed, and the Great Buddha Mountain trembled.

The Daxiong Palace on the top of the mountain was completely shrouded in white light. Countless glazed tiles were cracked and golden bricks were shattered. Even the "Sanskrit Sounds Purify the World Formation" could not keep this ten thousand-year-old hall, it completely collapsed and disappeared in ashes.

Only King Chu Lie shouted violently, and a positive five-pointed star appeared in front of him, shining with five kinds of light, containing the mysterious changes of mutual generation and mutual restraint, rotating to withstand the impact of white light, and it was actually upstream.

"Li Qingshan!"

Li Qingshan wiped his mouth, although he no longer has this part, from the neck to the entire mouth, it was melted by this violent force, exposing the jagged bones, four fangs interlaced up and down, exuding a metallic luster, but this is not Preventing him from showing a ferocious smile.

I don't know when, the mighty Sanskrit sound calmed down a lot, the turbulence of the soul calmed down, the fighting spirit in the chest was excited, and he swung the doomed knife:

"Come again!"

...

In the deep soil layer, the grand master of the farm family felt the earth shaking, and he tried harder to go deeper. Because it was in the Great Buddha Mountain, the earth and rocks were soaked in the Buddha's light, so the speed of the earth escape was very slow, but he had this patience. He is now I just want to leave this "ghost place" and go back to the countryside I dream of.

Although Li Qingshan's words were very blunt, he felt that it made sense. Those who plow the fields should stay in the fields honestly and should not wander around.

Slaying demons and eliminating demons, upholding justice, are not what he, an old farmer, should do.

Although fleeing the battle may be ridiculed by colleagues, farming is not an honorable thing. If one had a competitive heart, one would not have chosen a farm at the beginning, let alone cultivated to such a level.

Going deep into the ground, into the criss-crossing underground caves in Qingzhou, a smile appeared on his withered face, and he was finally able to use his full strength to perform Earth Dungeon.

He sat on a rock, took out a pipe and pot in a happy mood, took a puff of cigarette beautifully, and spit out a few circles under his eyes. The tobacco is all grown by him in the secret place of the countryside. Not only is it not harmful, but it is very spiritual. Anyone who takes a puff of second-hand smoke will become addicted.

"Old man, give me a taste!"

A pair of cold compound eyes lit up from the darkness behind him, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"Who are you!"

...

In Tianlong Temple, countless monks looked up at the top of the mountain in astonishment, and the Daxiong Hall disappeared? !

However, more people couldn't care less about this. A big Buddha was rampaging in Tianlong Temple, chasing a small white figure.

boom!

With one palm, the Buddha went deep into the mountain for several feet, leaving a deep big handprint, and a large number of temples and halls collapsed.

Xiao An was sent flying by the aftermath, almost rubbing the edge of his palm to avoid the palm, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a golden light flashed from the corner of his eyes, and the Buddha slapped him across the air again, and he could no longer dodge.

boom!

The bones were shattered and scattered, the samadhi bone fire was extinguished in a flash, the quacking laughter stopped abruptly, and a skeleton demon was smashed to pieces. Its body, which was stronger than a magic weapon, was as fragile as a clay puppet under the Buddha's palm.

At a critical juncture, Xiao An summoned a skeleton demon to block her palm, and quickly took the opportunity to create a distance.

So far, seven of the thirty-three skull demons have been destroyed, only three were destroyed in the melee with the two monk kings and the eight dragons, and the other four were crushed by the palm of the Buddha .

The skeleton demon, whose strength is comparable to that of a great monk, can only be used to block knives in front of this big Buddha. Fortunately, this big Buddha does not have any supernatural powers and lacks sufficient spiritual wisdom. It is easy to predict its actions, otherwise it will not be possible at all. likely to win.

Even so, this is the strongest enemy she has ever encountered in her life.

"It's just a statue. If it's a real Buddha, what kind of means should it be? If I didn't practice "The Way of the Red Face and White Bones" and was not suppressed by the great Buddha's Buddha nature, I'm afraid I would have fallen into a bitter battle. Killing the Buddha is really not that simple. "

Xiao An pondered in her heart, holding the Buddha Killing Sword in her hand, but she never had a chance to make a move. She might be able to injure the Buddha with one sword, but if she was slapped on her body, the result would not be much better than the Skeleton Demon.

If all the skeleton demons were summoned to form a skeleton demon formation to suppress the Buddha, it would be possible to create an opportunity, but she did not do so. Except for the five rosary beads clasped in her hand, the other twenty-one skeleton demons , all spread out.

Under the horrified gaze of a group of monks, a ferocious skeleton demon struggled to climb up a bell and drum tower. His body trembled violently under the mighty Sanskrit sound, and his joints would split at any time, but the rattling laughter could not be drowned out.

Finally climbed to the top, scratched the trembling and humming bell with one claw, the mighty Sanskrit sound became weaker, ignored the group of monks, and rushed to the next bell and drum tower.

Such a situation happened on the top and bottom of the Great Buddha Mountain. The skeleton demon rushed from left to right, as if entering a land of no one, and shattered countless bells and drums. This is the foundation of the "Sanskrit Sound Purification Formation".

The sentient beings of the eight tribes were all annihilated, and the two monk kings fell dying at the foot of the Great Buddha Mountain. Now in the Tianlong Temple, no one can stop them, and the mighty Sanskrit sounds gradually subsided, ensuring that Li Qingshan will no longer be suppressed.

"Now, I can finally go to a place."

The place she wanted to go to when she first entered Tianlong Temple.

boom! Another Skeleton Demon was smashed into pieces.

She didn't take a second look, but looked at a certain direction on the Great Buddha Mountain, and was about to fly away when two figures stopped in front of him.

"Buddha's enemy!" Wuwei Monk and Qibao Monk King looked at Xiao'an full of anger. Although they both looked a little embarrassed, they were full of determination.

There were two big monk kings blocking the way, and then the giant Buddha approached, and they slapped her again, forcing her into a desperate situation. She smiled and said:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Without looking back, Xiao An waved the blood sea flag, and involved the Buddha in it, and raised his hand again:

"Four-point law? Precepts!"

The angry expressions of the two monk kings froze, unable to move, and the familiar scene appeared before their eyes again.

bang bang!

Looking at each other from the corner of the eye, they shouldn't be so close...

With a bang, the Buddha bumped into the mountainside, pushing out a long ravine.

With a snort, the blood sea flag split open, and the blood color faded a lot. Xiao An put it away and flew towards the tower forest of Tianlong Temple.

The exquisite pagodas are high and low, old and new, enshrining the relics left by the eminent monks of the past dynasties. These are not bones that have not been burned in the cremation, but real power condensed. It takes at least two years to form a relic. The cultivation base of the next catastrophe.

These relics are the best merits of "The Road of Zhuyan and White Bones"!

Xiaoan clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and said silently, "Senior masters, I would like to borrow your relics." To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m. to read.

ps: Ah, I’m back in the Ku Klux Klan again, I feel very happy, but I’m also very tired, so let’s take a breath and relax!

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