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The Lingshan Mountain collapsed, and it dumped several snow-capped mountains around it, and the roar echoed in the world for a long time.
Li Qingshan's right hand broke, and the mountain moving order in his hand was dyed red, and he couldn't stop shaking. With his left hand tightly grasping his wrist, he slowly lowered his right arm, letting out a nasty breath.
However, you can't escape from the world of bliss, everything is in vain. Kalan God did not receive a fatal blow, and broke free from the earth and rocks, but it was a matter of time.
boom!
Thousands of earth and rocks were thrown into the sky, and an arm suddenly stretched out from the ruins. Suddenly pressing the ground, supporting the majestic body, hundreds of millions of tons of earth and rocks were flying up and down, and the earth rumbling and shaking.
Li Qingshan's eyes twitched and then smiled again. The gods are really amazing!
God Garan insisted on holding on to Lingshan, which was tantamount to being smashed in the face by Lingshan. There was such a terrifying power.
He really has no choice now. The Mountain Removal Order can only command the mountains under the sky, and it has no effect on the collapse of the peaks. It is out of the law.
"Monk, there is one thing I forgot to ask, how did those monsters come from?" Li Qingshan suddenly had an idea: "It's not always the Buddha who brought me here too!"
Looking back now, the abbot of Yangon brought him to that city. Obviously, he expected a monster to appear, in order to inspire his memories. And before the advent of Warcraft, there were guards who began to disperse the crowd and sound the alarm, they were completely familiar and accustomed.
The roads are always connected, and the monsters can come, and I can go!
A ray of life illuminates the way forward.
"This... They will appear every time they arrive, but once they are exposed to sunlight, they will disappear. As for the others... it's not clear."
The abbot of Yangon was vague, obviously there were inaccuracy, and it was hiding something.
"It's no wonder the bell has to ring twelve times in a row."
Li Qingshan's eyes lit up and he grasped the key at once, and the gleam of life suddenly became even more dazzling.
The first time is the beginning of the yang birth, and it is also the extremely yin time.
There must be some loopholes in the Buddha's transformation of this piece of Kylin Paradise, otherwise it would be unreasonable to deliberately let in Warcraft.
He still doesn't know, because of the withering of that lotus flower, now the world of bliss is full of monsters.
He raised his head and glanced at the dark and deep sky. Now the ion time is not far away, and there is about an hour left.
The crux of the problem now is how to survive until that time.
The Kalan God mountain-like back has arched high from the ruins, not to mention an hour, even a quarter of an hour, can kill him a hundred times.
boom! The head of God Kalan stretched out from the earth and rocks, roaring: "Li Qing..."
A big mountain came oncoming, and with a bang, it slammed him heavily into the earth and rocks with his head and back.
"Mountain." Li Qingshan said the last word for him, then put down the mountain moving order in his hand. If he receives another Lion Roar skill, even if he is frightened for an instant, he will be dead.
The Great Sage Yishan gave him those three mountains, Huang Yajian smashed Wuhua Guixian to death, and this was the second one-Langya Mountain.
Different from Lingshan, these three mountains are all refined innate magic weapons, containing the power of the law. Even if the God of Kalan suffered such a blow, he still had a splitting headache, and his back clicked, as if it was cut off. In particular, a mouthful of anger was stuffy in the chest, swelling and dying, and the five internal organs shifted, and it was too late for a while.
"Amitabha, fourth brother, bless you." Li Qingshan said to the abbot of Yangon: "Don't think about it, it's just a mountain, I will give it back to you."
And because it fell on the ruins of Lingshan, this Langya Mountain was simply taller and steeper than Lingshan. It may not be long before it will be overgrown with flowers and trees, and the top of the mountain will be covered with heavy snow. It's just that there will be no more messy murals and statues, it's so white and clean.
The abbot of Yangon couldn't laugh at this joke. He stared at the Langya Mountain blankly. He suddenly realized what was going on. He muttered, "When the mountains go to the mountains, the flowers will bloom. There is nothing wrong with being left and empty."
Li Qingshan couldn't understand his verse, and was desperately thinking of countermeasures:
The first is to pull the distance as far as possible and fly tens of thousands of miles in one breath. But for a god, the distance is meaningless.
The second is to go to a big city, take urban residents as hostages, and intimidate the god Garan. Not to mention whether Kalan God still eats this set, he is also unwilling to do all kinds of bad things.
Or simply use that ancient bronze sword with a mysterious origin, take advantage of Kalan God's immobility, do nothing but do it, and kill him. But how easy is it to slaughter the gods
He thought of several countermeasures, and rejected them one by one. After thinking about it, there is only one way that might work.
"Monk, I should go now, do you want to be together? Well, forget it, I'm afraid I can't cover you. Anyway, the Kalan god must come to me. It won't be difficult for you to survive until the end. Let's go all the way. Something!"
"Wait." The abbot of Yangon took out a book from his arms and handed it to Li Qingshan: "If you can escape from birth, please transfer this to the bone-worn heir."
Li Qingshan took the booklet, it was just a thin, folded book, and there was no name on the cover, and when I opened it, there was not a single word in it.
"What book is this?"
The abbot of Yangon said, "I should go too." He didn't flee, but sat in the air with his hands folded. The aging face was radiant, clear and transparent, as if letting go of the heavy burden, and his expression was peaceful. Silent.
Li Qingshan froze for a moment, stretched out his hand and touched it, his body turned into smoke and dust, and he went with the wind with the secret he discovered in Daleiyin Temple.
"Hi, it's easier for you to walk."
Li Qingshan shook his head, wondering whether to be happy for him or sad for him. The Langya Mountain in the distance shook violently and would fall over at any time.
He stuffed the book into his arms, happened to touch something, and suddenly remembered an allusion, flew up to Langya Mountain, and spit on the rock wall.
"Let's go!" With a chirp, he pasted up the post with the six-character Daming curse.
The mountain was still shaking violently, and the post slowly and slowly slipped down.
"Well, all fairy tales are deceptive!"
Li Qingshan turned around and fled, a ray of light disappeared into the sky.
In a blink of an eye, he came to the weak water again, feeling that his whole body was empty, and suddenly fell, but this was his purpose.
At the moment of entering the water, it turned into a spirit turtle, fluttered, escaped into the depths of the weak water, chose a hidden place, retracted all the head and limbs into the shell, condensed all the breath, and covered all fate.
At the same time, a mirror image rose up into the sky, carrying his breath and fate, through three thousand weak waters, and galloping towards the distance.
At this time, there was still more than half an hour left when he left Zishi.
This is his only chance to survive, relying on the talent of the pure-blooded tortoise, to carry it in hiding to the end.
Those who "counsel" are also "from the heart". (To be continued.) Book friends who have read "The Legend of the Great Sage" also like it