Legend of the Great Sage - 1705. Chapter 1702

As a new disciple of the Vientiane Sect, Zhenren Qingyang also stood among the crowd, but he still had some self-confident status, so he stood farther away.

When he heard the words “Li Qingshan”, his heart also jumped. He didn’t expect to see the real person so soon. Hearing the words “Devil God” again felt bad, but apart from casting two body protection spells , I didn’t have time to do more, and I didn’t even dare to escape. When the other disciples in the room took action, they had to follow along with them.

At this moment, his eyes widened in horror, and he couldn’t believe that the aloof true disciple was killed on the spot, and he vaguely saw criss-crossing white lines in the air.

Where the white line crossed, it was like a sharp sickle flying across the wheat field, and the disciples in front of him fell one after another.

He retreated sharply, retreating several tens of feet in an instant, but the criss-crossing white lines had already drawn in front of him, covering everything, inevitable!

“My life is over!”

At this time, the white line gradually twisted and thickened, and suddenly disappeared into the air, with a screaming scream.

It turns out that every white line is a wind blade, and every wind blade turns into a gale, and together it is a real storm.

With a muffled “bang”, the double body protection spell shattered, and the true man Qingyang was flying backwards, but it felt like he was hitting a wall. He suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood. The gale hits his face, and the whole person rises into the air.

His face was covered with blood and his whole body was in severe pain, but at this moment he only felt the rejoicing of the rest of his life.

Rumble! There was a loud thunderous noise.

The storm was no longer bound by any restrictions, and completely released its own energy. It blew away dozens of buildings like bricks and shavings, and the sky suddenly darkened. Some of the pillars that can only be hugged by several people are sent to the sky like straws.

True person Qingyang is like a dead leaf in the wind. No matter how strong the wind blows him to the sky, he is far away from the Tianshu Tower, but he sees the Vientiane City below, with the big mouth of the “monster” as the center, a large area of ruins. It spread out in a fan shape, and my heart was shocked:

“These magical powers may only be comparable to the power of heaven and earth! That’monster’ is Miao Mako’s husband-Li Qingshan!”

Everything happened between the electric light and flint, and it was almost too late for the Yangshen cultivator to react.

In the blink of an eye, a true biography disciple fell, and nearly half of the disciples who entered the room were slaughtered. This tragic killing stunned the other true biography disciples.

Only then did they fully understand Guihai Lingzun’s statement that Li Qingshan had become a demon god. In recent years, there has only been one magical star in the sky, and it is the “Fantasy Demon Star”.

Dai Mengfan recalled the night when the demon star rose and the true god fell.

“The Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth has already come, and he is that demon star!”

However, as a master sister of the Vientiane Sect, she cannot go with the wind like the real Qingyang. She pursed her lips, her heart was crossed, and she turned over her hand to take out a golden jade seal. This is her natural magic weapon, once it is destroyed. The loss was great, but at this time, he didn’t care about all this, and threw Yuxi into the air.

Yuxi rose in the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it was like a hill, slamming down on the “monster”.

The strange thing is that after the “monster” made this terrifying roar, he also seemed to have been severely injured, his body fell forward, barely supporting his body with his hands, and the ground instantly cracked and collapsed.

With a loud bang, Yu Xi was hitting her head, her head almost falling to the ground, but she ignored Dai Mengfan, and instead looked back at the Tianshu Tower, releasing a strong killing intent.

The copper bell under the eaves of the Tianshu Tower was blown by the strong wind, and it rang into a harsh buzzing.

At this time the dense fog cleared, and the sunrise east, an old man in Xuanyi was standing on the terrace of the highest floor of the Tianshu Building, a pair of silent and deep eyes staring at Li Qingshan below, facing the pair of red eyes, but still motionless. Sensual.

Whether it was the destruction of the Vientiane City or the massacre of the disciples, he could not move him at all. It would be better to say that all of this was in his expectation.

He opened his arms and his wide sleeves were hunting in the wind; his hands were empty cages, and a crystal ball hovering between his varicose fingers was the core of the Vientiane Array.

The color of the crystal ball is as dark as the deep sea, but there is also a faint Li Qingshan in it, no matter what he looks like.

Linggui Zhenhai!

Li Qingshan is no stranger to this trick, but only when it falls on him can he truly feel its power. As if sinking into the deep sea, every inch of skin bears hundreds of tons of pressure.

Ordinary practitioners urge the formation to the extreme, and only exert the power of the formation itself, while Guihai Lingzun is integrated with the Vientiane Great Formation, integrating all the cultivation bases of his life into the formation.

The Vientiane Array originally had various changes, and it was even better than the seventy-two phasing array of Baicao Garden. However, Guihai Lingzun was extremely awake, knowing that these changes were superfluous in the presence of the incarnation of a true god, and the flaws were increased. Therefore, there was no sword, light, sword, ice, fire, wind and thunder, only the suppression of absolute power.

Li Qingshan must inspire all the power to be able to contend with it. The body of Shen Yushu has not undergone body refining. In the struggle between these two terrifying forces, even a breath can’t be supported, and it burst into a cloud of blood in an instant.

Although Li Qingshan took advantage of the situation to kill Wang Junxing and a true disciple, and avenged Tong Dagong and the others, when he exerted his magical powers, he was naturally unable to resist the suppression of the Vientiane Array. How powerful his move is, he himself has to withstand the same degree of blow.

And if he ignores these true disciples and concentrates on breaking the battle, he will definitely be disturbed and become a straw that overwhelms the camel. In this contest of absolute power, there is no room for any distraction. But under such circumstances, if you want to kill all these true disciples, you will inevitably have to waste some tricks.

The Vientiane Array blocked his connection with the outside world, and the aura consumed could not be replenished. However, Guihai Lingzun can rely on the blessed land of Vientiane City, the endless source of spiritual energy, which is equivalent to an invincible place.

Therefore, Guihai Lingzun’s intention to summon these true disciples is already very clear, and they are meant to be killed for you.

Dai Mengfan succeeded in a move, and was overjoyed, and then took out the majesty of the master sister, and sternly shouted: “You can’t stop and continue to attack! If anyone dares to escape, he is betraying the door!”

The true disciples had already begun to retreat, and at this time they cheered up and felt that Li Qingshan was not invincible! For the first time, I had a little admiration for this “big sister”.

Leng Yuan immediately shot, the ice ring around his body whirled, offensive and defensive integrated, shooting thousands of cold light. The giant frost wolf under the seat also opened his mouth, spraying a burst of icy flames, rushing straight towards Li Qingshan’s front door, as if responding to the roar of his talent.

At this moment, one of the true biography disciples sneered and said: “If you want to die, I’ll go one step ahead!” It immediately turned into a light and flew out of the city.

“Pi Yangqiu!!”

Dai Mengfan was frightened and angry. Although she rarely participated in the battles in Black Cloud City and didn’t know much about battlefield command, she understood the hearts of the people. In such a battle of life and death, if the deserters could not be stopped in time, it would definitely lead to a rout.

Sure enough, except for Leng Yuan, the other true disciples were shaken, hesitatingly did not make a move, and the morale that had just been boosted suddenly plummeted.