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The sky is gloomy, and the thick lead cloud is low and low pressure, and it seems to be directly covering the sea of trees, as dark as night.
A ray of light flashed across the sky, and a man of five short stature walked with his sword. Although he is not tall, he is born with a wide mouth and a breath of bravery. The long sword is a magic weapon.
The sword light fell to the ground, the man retracted the sword and scabbed it, and looked up, the Savage Mountain was towering into the clouds, but when he wanted to look deeper, he saw heavy fog churning, sealing the entire Savage Mountain, and the spirit of God could not penetrate.
"This is the Bafang Fog Sea Array! The old monster Zuo was really lost in his hands, and even the guarding mountain Array was pulled out. It took less than a month. Those famous figures in southern Xinjiang were either beheaded or killed. Forced to take a blood oath and become a slave, the Tianlong Temple in Qingzhou really deserves its reputation. How strong is this Li Qingshan?"
The man groaned, and was about to step forward, suddenly turned around and looked back, holding the hilt of the sword, showing a look of alertness.
A group of green clouds pierced through the clouds, and was also flying towards the Savage Mountain.
The color of the green cloud was not emerald green or dark green, but tragic green. It was tumbling like a life, and the speed didn't have to be slowed by a man's sword. In a flash, it also flew down in front of the valley.
The terrible green clouds and mists became more and more weird. They were tumbling about to rush towards the man, making a strange buzzing sound, like a monster who was about to choose people to eat. If you look carefully, there are clouds and mists, clearly thousands of thousands. A small green bug that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
"Wan Poison Cult!" The man frowned.
"Ahem, Peng Daoyou, you are no longer floating on the sea, why do you come to my southern Xinjiang again?"
There was a feminine voice from the worm cloud, and a thin and tall figure walked out of the worm cloud. It was a luxuriously dressed young boy with a sick face. The worm cloud tumbling and gathering, returned to the barnacle on his waist.
"It turns out to be a sick boy, this Li Qingshan is really a big face!" Peng Jingyu smiled, and a war spirit rose in his heart, and the shocking salamander sword was half out of its sheath.
"Today, I have a task, so let's avoid it! Since you came first, please ask first! If you are really dissatisfied, then wait until the matter is over, you and I will do it again."
The sick boy gracefully raised his hand and asked Peng Jingyu to go first. Peng Jingyu is not a fool, knowing that if he sees Li Qingshan first, this one will definitely do him bad things in the back.
Although Wandujiao and Nanhai Jiange dominate southern Xinjiang and the other is lonely overseas, they have been neighbors for many years and they are also full of contradictions.
Wandu Sect is the standard demonic sect, but Nanhai Jiange prides itself on the right way. And the most fundamental reason is the struggle for interests. Once a magic weapon is born and the spirit grass grows, there will be an open and secret fight.
For generations, I don't know how many people have died in the hands of each other. It would be strange if they met each other in harmony. As the best disciples of the sect, they usually have to fight each other.
"If you are not in a hurry, then I will go first." The sick man smiled and stepped forward. A sword gas passed in front of him, plowing a deep gully in front of him.
"Don't think about it!" Peng Jingyu drew his sword out of its sheath.
"Neither left nor right, what do you want to do, Nanhai Jiange is really awesome, don't forget that this is Wuzhou Nanjiang!" The sick boy's pale face became gloomy.
"Let's do it first, let's tell the winners and losers! Look at me first to beat you away." Peng Jingxuan smiled.
"Alright, anyway, it won't take much time to poison you Dwarf."
"You two should come in together!"
When the swords were drawn, a voice came from the valley, and the fog dispersed, showing a path.
The hearts of both of them moved, and the sick son stepped back and made a gesture of invitation. Peng Jingyu gave a cold snort and retracted his sword. The two swept into the valley one after another, and the fog gathered again.
Peng Jing salamander took the lead through the large array of sea of fog in all directions, while guarding against the sick boy behind him, while galloping forward.
Seeing that there was no chance of a sneak attack, the sick boy gave up. Coming into the valley, the Demon Caverns of the Savage Mountains, once in Xuanhe, southern Xinjiang, became very deserted. The old city buildings were razed to the ground and reoccupied by vegetation.
"It turned out to be just a mere appearance. It was just a big defensive formation. It's a waste of resources!"
The sick young man was disdainful. If he took the blood oath, he would definitely establish a tight organization in this wild mountain, and Li Qingshan obviously did not have this plan.
Just about to fly to the main peak, I saw Peng Jingyang suddenly turning, and under the forest springs of the West Mountain, someone waved and waved: "Here!"
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A waterfall like a white dragon flew down from a cloud and mist and fell into a deep pool. The fragrant grass luxuriant by the lake is full of exotic flowers and weeds.
Li Qingshan sat on the big rock by the pool and said to Xiao An beside him: "Does this look like the place where we started our practice?"
Xiao An nodded, her wrist carrying a string of bright white rosary, a total of twenty-seven. She spent a long time refining the skull rosary. Although only one or two were added to the number, it took a lot of effort and resources. The skull rosary also reached the third stage.
Each skeleton monster becomes stronger, and the power of the skeleton skeleton increases. It can be said that without Xiao An's own hands, with this rosary, even the ten people who have given the blood oath are not opponents.
That's why, Li Qingshan didn't have any plans to establish a tight organization. His strength was with himself and with Xiao An beside him, instead of a mess of magic repairs.
Everyone focused on the powerful forces he had gathered, but didn't know that it was just the tip of the iceberg of his true strength. Anyone who thinks he can step on him will have to bump his head on the iceberg.
But Li Qingshan also faintly felt that this secret was not far from being exposed, because too many people knew it. Although there are various insurance measures, he is no longer the little person that no one pays attention to. There will always be clues in one thing he has done.
To some extent, this is also thanks to Mohai Dragon King's killing of "North Moon." No one believes that Mohai Dragon King will miss. Even if there were people who were skeptical at the beginning, Li Qingshan and Bei Yue would no longer be connected.
It's best to keep this secret until the day he goes to the Mohai to slay the dragon, even if everyone in the world knows that Li Qingshan is Beiyue, that's nothing.
But this might be difficult. Li Qingshan understood that the premonition in his heart was definitely not unfounded worries.
"Huh? Someone came to the door. It was the Cult of Ten Thousand Poisons and Nanhai Jiange. Are they really alarmed by me?" Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Xiao An said: "The disciple of the Wandu Sect, known as the'Sick Son' in southern Xinjiang, is one of the heirs of the Yue State clan and the throne, and probably represents more than the Wandu Sect."
"So that's the case, then invite them in!" Li Qingshan said. Although these two are geniuses, they are not taken by him. What needs to be feared is the "Poison Ancestor" and "Sword Pavilion Master" behind them. Even the "King of Nanyue". RS
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