Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 30: Black rain

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The night gradually fell, falling in all directions in deep darkness, and there was no light for thousands of miles. The brilliantly lit Myriad Forms City was like a lonely boat in the boundless sea.

Dark clouds churned in the night sky, and Xiaoxiao rained at night, continuously.

The towering statue in the shallow sea has become completely black. The rainwater slides down the thick eyebrows of "Li Qingshan", and his eyes still stare into the depths of darkness, leaving nothing behind him.

Colonel Luo blinked his eyes soaked in cold rain, staring at the scar left by his own hands, and suddenly felt very astonished, as if he had lost something extremely important.

Everyone onlookers had a feeling of witnessing history. When everyone thought that Li Qingshan would start a long reign in Myriad Forms Sect, the curtain came to an immediate end.

Wang Junxing was very sorry. He had no choice but to leave Lee Qingshan. He could only take these Lee Qingshan's lackeys and hope that these people would not die well.

‘Huh, I thought it was so stiff, it turned out to be just a bunch of gangsters! ’

Leng Yuan is still high, snowflakes are flying around him, a cold smile on his cold face, like the water seeping from the cracks of the lake.

Who can contend with the majesty of the law?

After that, he no longer needs to say one more word. soldier one by one stepped forward and left their own score on the back of the black statue.

Sword Qi blade aura is like a flash of lightning that instantly illuminates the face of everyone present and sinks into darkness instantly.

Everything is going on in silence, like holding a certain ceremony to draw a line with the past.

Everyone lost their spirits, their faces were pale, and they were confident when they did n’t come. The hot-blooded belonging to Asura gradually cooled in the blood vessels, cold like rain, almost shaking.

Do n’t ever fight on the battlefield to the last moment, but succumb to some invisible coercion, the strict laws enacted by the powerful.

Even if it is a true Asura, once it loses fighting intent in its mind, it will also lose its undead body, not to mention them?

For the brave soldiers!

The man is no longer there, and they are also stripped from the army and dismantled into one by one isolated individuals, yet again face the invincible enemy.

The determination to become a city has become helpless, and the lambs to be slaughtered generally sacrifice their pride.

I suddenly realized that I was not a warrior who dared to face Demon God, but only the lowest cultivation in the cultivation road, small characters like "attendant" and "record associate".

Who can resist fate?

But for a moment, "Lee Qingshan" was scarred. If he was tortured by Ling Chi, he would be unable to support his own weight.

Unexpectedly, everyone did not want to use that fatal blow to make it completely collapse.

"Continue, don't stop!" Wang Junxing shouted: "I said, it must be completely destroyed, and no trace can be left!"

His eyes looked like a hungry wolf, searching for the weakest lamb in the flock, and suddenly locked one of them: "Hey, you! Do n’t think I did n’t see it, you have n’t shot yet, everyone must Shot, otherwise it will be the running dog of the magic domain! "

Tong Dagong was shocked among the crowd. First, a pair of eyes looked at him indifferently, and everyone's eyes were focused on him immediately. Suddenly felt the mountain-like heavy pressure, the colleagues who were familiar with the close, so strange and alienated at the moment, leaving him alone.

"General ..."

He looked up at the black statue, and the rain instantly blurred his vision. As long as he stepped forward, he could be relieved from the infinite pressure.

But I do n’t know why, but I remembered the Black Tortoise military **** on the battlefield that had condensed everyone ’s trust and hope, including him!

So instead of shooting, he uttered something inexplicably: "May I die with the general ..."

It looks like a slogan, but also like a promise. Hearing this sentence, the indifferent eyes beside him suddenly changed strangely.

"What are you talking about?" Wang Junxing didn't hear clearly.

Tong Dagong turned his head slowly, and a fierce faith filled his heart, his eyes faintly revealing red awns, and glared at Wang Junxing: "Dry mother!"

"You say it again, you do n’t want to shoot, are you going to betray you?"

This question that terrified all true inheritance disciple, Tong Dagong, the lowest-level "attendant", vomited violently: "So what?"

Leng Yuan frowned, the situation was a bit out of control, immediately interrupted Wang Junxing, Wen Yan persuaded: "This Junior Brother, Li Qingshan has already betrayed you, do n’t be obsessed."

Speaking of that, the tone was full of warnings. The behemoth under his feet seemed to feel the emotions of his master. Suddenly, he showed the machete-like fangs and stared fiercely at Tong Dagong.

Tong Dagong was chilled and his teeth were fighting. A strong sense of fear came out of his heart, and he almost bowed his head to admit his mistake. But I remembered the battle of Dark Clouds City, the incarnate Demon God incarnation, slaughtering these true inheritance disciple like a dog slaughter, I do n’t know how many times more horrible than Leng Yuan, and finally they were defeated by them too?

Fear suddenly weakened, and the red mans in the eyes became stronger.

"Gang Yunang! If there is not Lee Qingshan, you true inheritance disciple these dog days, early fled back to Myriad Forms Sect! Li Qingshan may be a traitor of Myriad Forms Sect, but I have never been sorry for my Tong Dagong, never! Besides, if there is no Li Qingshan, I do n’t even know where the door of Myriad Forms Sect is open. The death of his mother was in Dark Clouds City! "

Tong Dagong's heartfelt curse, the red eyes in his eyes were like fire, and there was no more fear in his heart.

His originally has no loyalty to Myriad Forms Sect. These ordinary soldiers are just Agriculturist School children who are recruited from all over the world to guard the border. Although there is a chance to make achievements and enter the cultivation road, but in the bitter cold, there is no cultivation resources, and finally it can become a Myriad Forms Sect disciple, and most of them are turned into Dark Clouds City.

Everyone was shocked. Every Foundation Establishment cultivator dared to say so to a Yang Spirit cultivator.

"Bold!" Wang Junxing shouted sharply, but some showing strength while weak inside, he faintly saw the shadow of the man on Tong Dagong, aroused the deep fear of heart.

Only the Leng Yuan remained silent, and the drizzle suddenly turned into flying snow. For a time, it was frozen and exhaled into ice, and the giant beasts at the foot gave a terrible roar, and the murderous aura was surging.

"Tong Dagong, do you know what crime you committed?"

Leng Yuan asked word by word, he also saw the shadow of the man from Tong Dagong, and a strong sense of disgust rose from his chest. Such a person must die!

"I know, isn't it death? Isn't Lao Tzu never dying, who should be scared?"

Coughing, Tong Dagong pulled out his sheath and laid it across his neck. "My life was given by Li Qingshan, and I will give it back to him today!"

His eyes were splitting and he bit jaw. He gripped the handle with both hands and gradually exerted force. The blade fell deep into his neck and blood spewed out immediately, staining half of his body.

He did not relax, cut the flesh and blood inch by inch, cut the neck bone along the bone seam, and cut the thick neck in half in a blink of an eye.

Until he completely cut off his neck, he grabbed the hair bun on the top of his head with his right hand, lifted his head to show everyone a circle, and suddenly fell on his back.

Blood water spreads on the ground, the head rolls aside, and red light in the eyes gradually dims. Although terrible, but not half afraid.