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As if a cloud of thick ink splashed between the sky and the earth, bursting out thousands of feet of red light and ten thousand golden lights.
The mountains, rivers and lakes emerging in the void, like mirages blown by the hot wind, became blurred and quickly disappeared.
The sky above Longshou Mountain is densely covered with cobweb-like cracks, as if Qiongyu Palace cannot bear their existence. The megalithic structures that stood on the top of the mountain for thousands of years, such as the sand sculptures on the beach, were washed and disintegrated by a sea tide.
However, the red light gradually dimmed and was submerged in the billowing golden light.
He is a demon king who is hostile by heaven and cursed by sentient beings. With the strength of one person, how can he resist the majesty of heaven and the will of sentient beings.
The sword light was pervasive and sharp as a light. Unknowingly, his muscular body was covered with fine cracks, connected into pieces of blood-colored scars, like a bronze ware that had been eroded by the years, peeling off piece by piece.
He didn't realize it, every piece of flaking burned and turned into a little bit of flame. The cracks were like cracked ground. The hot lava rushed out, making his whole person burning, facing the billowing golden light against the current, rushing In front of Silong.
With a sharp sound, the blade and the blade crossed and struck each other, Li Qingshan and Silong's eyes met, one like a raging fire, the other like gold, without ever being shaken in the slightest.
However, real gold is not afraid of fire, but the flame will burn out.
With a bang, Li Qingshan's body cracked and turned into thousands of flames.
The Doomsday Mad Flower Knife spun and flew out, and fell straight from the top of the mountain, with a deep sword mark on it.
From the battle of Qiongyu Palace to the present, the first battle against the Golden Dragon, and then the Emperor Dragon King, the physique has been close to the limit, after smashing the Eight Ding, it is on the verge of collapse, and facing the brilliant sword of Silong. Simply burst out all the power. Rather than being beheaded by this sword, it would be better to say that he burned himself to death.
A blood stain appeared on Silong's eyebrows, and blood was flowing down. He was also unmoved, staring at the thousands of fires. Once again swung the Xian Qijian.
Xiao An desperately urged Xian Qijian, but did not respond halfway, and was very anxious: "Send me over!"
"Calm down and trust them. If we eat this sword, we will die."
Gu Yanying said sternly, even if she has the speed of Kunpeng, if she rashly approaches Silong, once she is locked by the emperor's sword intent. There is absolutely no escape.
With a phoenix sound, the flow of fire reunited, and Li Qingshan was reborn in Nirvana. Before he could use any magical powers, he was grabbed by an invisible force and locked by the emperor's sword intent.
The golden light flashed in Silong's eyes, and the second sword was swung down suddenly.
"True Dragon Emperor Sword. One sword can level the world."
Li Qingshan looked up, Jian Mang came to his face, with a warning sign in his heart, knowing that this Jian Silong had a heart to kill.
If you die again. It has to be transformed into the egg of a phoenix. I am afraid that without Silong swinging a third sword, the remaining power of the sword will be enough to destroy it.
Because after repeated struggles. Si Long has understood one thing, if Li Qingshan is not completely destroyed, this battle will not end. As long as this rebel is killed, the enemy will no longer threaten him.
At the juncture of life and death, Li Qingshan was also fearless, yelled violently, and was about to throw his fist to meet him, and a figure stood in front of him.
"Xiao Ming!"
Luo Hu Xiaoming hugged his arms empty, and a deep darkness was conceived in it. Constantly swallowing sword light whizzing.
However, in front of this absolute power gap, even the god son of Ashura could not resist.
In a blink of an eye. The darkness shattered, and he turned to Li Qingshan and nodded. Immediately, he was crushed to pieces and blocked the sword with flesh and blood.
Li Qingshan let out a roar, spread his wings, soared into the sky, and rushed towards the Silong in the air. Holding tightly the nine-day breathing soil, once again urged the earth force field, closely connecting each other.
A sharp look flashed in Silong's eyes, and he swung his sword down with this gravitational force.
The twisted sword's edge was like a golden lightning bolt, piercing Li Qingshan's chest deeply, and the sword energy rushed into Li Qingshan, destroying his body.
Rather than avoiding it, Li Qingshan went up to open his arms, hugged Silong tightly, and used the Niu Devil Refining Pickup Card to make a sword. He opened his blood basin and opened his mouth, biting on Silong’s neck with one bite. The four blade-like fangs were broken by the dragon scales, and the remaining sharp teeth were still tearing open the dragon scales, sipping the dragon’s blood.
Gu Yanying hugged Xiao An and broke through the air. In an instant, she came behind Si Long, and the Slaying Buddha Sword stabbed silently.
Si Long frowned, his dragon claw grabbed his backhand, and his five fingers clasped the sword's edge tightly.
Riding on Gu Yanying's speed, Xiao An's sword is also unprecedentedly sharp. He passed through the dragon claw blockade. Amidst the sound of metal rubbing, he continued to stab Silong's vest, but was blocked by the golden dragon scales. Can't make an inch.
Time seemed to stagnate at this moment, Li Qingshan had already been hit hard, Silong only had to break free, and he could stand in an invincible place again, and no one could stop his path.
At this moment, Xiao An's voice sounded in his ears, as if he was chanting a scripture, but there was no trace of sacred solemnity, instead it was full of blasphemous and ominous meaning.
The three burial vestments that had been floating in the air fell from the sky, wrapping the four of them together.
A figure flew out of the package and fell heavily on the ruined Dragon Head Mountain. It was Li Qingshan. He was bleeding from seven orifices, his body was riddled with holes, and the immortal sword was still stuck in his chest.
Immediately afterwards, Gu Yanying and Xiao An also flew out of the package.
Li Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to get up and fight again but couldn't move. His internal organs were shattered, his meridians were broken, and his body would collapse at any time. If he was stabbed by Silong a few more times, he would already become an egg.
In any case, this was his last fight, but he didn't know whether the result was success or failure.
I saw the parcels constantly rolling in the sky, Xiao'an folded her hands together, her precious face was solemn, her thin red lips opened and closed quickly, chanting profanity scriptures, and the chaotic soul bell on her waist was trembling, as if she was performing a super funeral ceremony.
The package quickly became smaller and turned into a robes, wrapped around Silong, with a string of white rosary hanging on his neck, as if he had become a Buddhist layman from Daxiatianzi.
The robes and the rosary are the three burial vestments and the skull rosary.
The scriptures are rushing, the bells are dazzling, the skull rosary turns into quack and laughing skulls, and a string of scriptures emerges on the three-burial vestment, exactly the same as her frequency of chanting.
The three voices chased each other, one after another, and merged into one, chaotic and noisy to the extreme.
If there are sentient beings roaring when Silong swings the sword of the emperor, then this voice is like the masses of sentient beings buried in the fire of samādhi bones, calling out: Come on our side, there will be no more pain and fear, here is bliss world!
Li Qingshan felt impetuous after hearing this, and quickly urged the tortoise to suppress his mind.
"shut up!"
Silong covered his ears, his face was distorted and hideous. Snakes of hell came out from under his scales, headed in Xiaoan's direction, seeming to be listening.
The world is like a fire house, and all beings suffer. The sea of bitterness is boundless, who reaches the other shore.
"Could this be the "Three Burial Scriptures" of the White Bone Bodhisattva!" (to be continued) R655
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