Legend of the Great Saint - Vol 14 Chapter 43

Shen Yushu on the side was also shocked by this means, almost forgot to fear.

It turns out that in the face of absolute power, not only can we survive, but we can’t even die.

Sitting on the withered land, Li Qingshan’s expressionless side is really like a statue. Seeing this unruly sword is so humble, I don’t know what to think. It is only to continue to display the changes of Kirin and to absorb the aura. It is necessary to thoroughly refine this herb garden and never leave a grass and a tree to the enemy.

After bringing together some auras, they gently swayed at the forehead of Wan Jianfeng, and they poured the aura and the understanding of the kendo into the Yangshen of Wan Jianfeng.

Wan Jianfeng was shocked and his eyes were round.

In an instant, the robbery cloud swelled again and again, wrapped in the sound of thunder, rolled together, and covered all the stars.

Li Qingshan looked up at the sky. The power of this day robbery was far better than that of the party. When Wan Jianfeng practiced, it was not “Nature Tianshu”, but “Yu Jian Tian Shu”. Naturally, there was no such preferential treatment. The power of the robbery will not be derogated, but will be even more fierce.

This is the law of the robbery: the stronger your combat power, the stronger the power of the robbery.

The way to repair swords, this is going to be a thousand years of practice.

If Wan Jianfeng is degraded, Guihai Lingzun will certainly be wary, but Li Qingshan still chooses to gamble, if it succeeds, it will add a powerful boost, and he wants more than that.

Wan Jianfeng deeply worshiped Li Qingshan and vacated the air to prepare for a robbery.

At this time, I saw a twisted black shadow crawling out of the void, it was a trouble, but more than three.

The advantage of the original sword repair is that the mind is pure, the will is just decided, and it is not easy to be disturbed by the heart and the spirit, so it is not easy to attract the devil. However, now, the sword of Wan Jianfeng is more prosperous than the bamboo.

This is not because of faith, the true faith is spontaneous, from the inside out, after meditation and epiphany. Wan Jianfeng’s beliefs were forcibly instilled.

Li Qingshan’s actions are no different from the devil’s head, and even more powerful than the general devil’s head.

Ordinary devils disturb the practitioners, at least they need to be “successful by the color, by the thoughts of life…” and so on. Li Qingshan is a fanatic worship of the infinite magical domain, and passes the “color-receiving line” directly. The self-consciousness of Wan Jianfeng was suppressed, which caused him to have a passion for himself and a huge self-contradictory.

These self-contradictions are covered by this fanaticism, because he can never question his own God, and he will never be able to reconcile himself.

For a practitioner, this is basically equivalent to sentenced to death and cut off the path of practice. For a sword repair, it is almost exposed to the dead wilderness, from the swordsman to the sword slave.

If it weren’t for his infinity approaching six times, Li Qingshan could no longer make his cultivation progress, unless he was completely refined into a scorpion.

Wan Jianfeng is like a twisted sword, and the inside is covered with unrepairable cracks. Every crack is a flaw, a wound, and the **** smell that is released will surely attract many “sharks.”

However, Li Qingshan is not shocked, but this is his purpose. He not only wants a sword slave who has survived six days of robbing, but also wants to accept a dead demon.

While paying attention to the sky, Li Qingshan continued to refine the herb garden and condensed the rolling aura into a group of dark green beads, which were connected in a string and wrapped around the arm.

As if completely forgotten the existence of Shen Yushu, Shen Yushu also runs “Nature Tianshu” as much as possible, so that his breath is completely integrated with the surrounding environment, and he wants to be forgotten.

boom!

The first robbery fell.

Time flies, the sky is thundering, the soldiers are moving, and the group is dancing.

Wan Jianfeng is a sword and a sword. It is the pride of Jian Xiu.

However, the sword did not rise, the heart was chaotic, the color was thought of, and the five yin blazing, inexplicable, there was a sadness, and the sword was taken care of.

……

Until the last robbery fell, the cloud opened the moon.

Li Qingshan has completely refinen the herb garden into a string of giant Lingzhu, a total of thirty-six, coiled on his arm for several weeks, like a rosary, reminding him of Xiao An, staring for a long time.

There were more than a dozen troubles in front of him, but unfortunately he couldn’t lead another dead demon. I don’t know if he was insulted in the sky and refused to borrow him.

In addition to a few sighs in his heart, Li Qingshan has no choice but to use it. However, this kind of dead demon can be used for enough. It can save a lot of trouble when attacking the Vientiane. It is an unexpected surprise. It is a pity that this dead demon has gone through his knowledge of the sea. Now it is unbearable, and the distortion is not the same. You need to think about it.

At this time, Wan Jianfeng slowly descended from the sky, the whole body was faint, and his eyes were cold and empty, and he was very weak.

Although Li Qingshan helped him to conquer all the troubles, but the inner five evil spirits did not help anyone, so Wuyin was flaming and could not control himself. In the end, he could only abandon the flesh to equal the demons. Now it can only be regarded as a ghost. .

But even so, his cultivation is still a drastic change, and ordinary people are not his opponents. And it is not a evil spirit, it will not be paid attention to over nine days, it will be a good helper.

And without the shackles of the flesh, the sword is more pure. It’s just that.

Li Qingshan took off a pearl to him, and Wan Jianfeng’s empty eyes ignited his enthusiasm. He received his gratitude and went to the side to meditate and restore his strength.

“There are thirty-five.”

Li Qingshan calculated it quietly, looking down at Shen Yushu, watching him like a ostrich that only buried sand, could not help but sneer.

“Shen Yushu!”

Shen Yushu was covered in sweat and gimmicks. If he just entered the herb garden, he might still be able to say a few hard words, even as generous to death as Wan Jianfeng, but under the constant pressure, his mind has completely collapsed, completely feared. Engulfed.

With a voice like a duck that was caught in the neck, he shouted: “I am willing to drop! I am willing to drop! Master, please read in the same door, spare me a life! I must be loyal, never die.” !”

“Okay!” Li Qingshan said lightly.

Shen Yushu, such as listening to the sound of the fairy, such as Meng Dazhen, is even more and more dagger: “Thank you, Master, no, thank you master, thank you master!”

“I am taking you useful!” Li Qingshan snapped a finger and said, “Let’s use your Yinshen!”

With a slamming sound, Shen Yushu’s chest was shocked, and the Yin God came out. The dead demon got Li Qingshan’s gesture and immediately swooped up. The Yin God with the appearance of Shen Yushu in the past, his face covered with wrinkles, quickly became old ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Do not! Li Qingshan! ”

Shen Yushu looked at Li Qingshan with a look of despair and hatred, and Li Qingshan returned with a cold eye.

The dead demon is a shackled squat on the tree, sucking the thoughts and life of Shen Yushu with a big mouth, and then squandering it in a while. The disciple left a flesh, staggered and threw forward.

“Let your body be used again!”

Li Qingshan leaned down, and the huge body like a mountain was completely devoted to the body of Shen Yushu. He reached out and supported the body that was about to fall. He waved his hand without looking back. The dead magic led more than ten troubles into the void. Wan Jianfeng turned into a sword light and skyrocketed.

The herb garden seems to have entered the late autumn, full of yellow, desolation, and lifelessness. It seems that it is in the legendary rhetoric: where the demon star is, the swordsmen are four, and the grass does not stay.

“Vientiane, I am coming.”