Vol 11 Chapter 409: 3 funeral truth

It seems as if a group of thick inks are splashed between the heavens and the earth, and the splatters are red and white, and the golden light is shining. . More recent chapter visits:.
The mountains and lakes that emerged in the void are like the mirages that are blown up by the hot air, and they become blurred and quickly disappear.
On the top of the Longshou Mountain, there is a cobweb-like crack in the sky, as if the Joan ‘Jade’ palace could not bear their existence. The megalithic buildings on the foothills, such as the sand sculptures on the beaches, were washed away by a sea tide.
However, the red mans are gradually dim, submerged in the golden light.
He is the demon king who is hostile to the gods and cursed by all beings. With the power of one person, how to resist the Huanghuang Tianwei and the will of all beings.
Jianguang is pervasive, sharp and arrogant. Unconsciously, the fine cracks are covered with his strong body, and he is even into a piece of blood ‘color’ scars. It seems to be peeled off by the bronzes that have been eroded by the years.
He was unaware that every piece of flakes burned and turned into a little bit of flame. The cracks seemed to be cracked by the cracked earth. The hot lava rushed out, causing him to burn up and rushing against the golden light. In front of the dragon.
With a bang, the blade and the blade ‘crossing’ are in the wrong direction, and Li Qingshan’s eyes are smashed with each other’s eyes. One is like a fire, and the other is like gold, and there has never been any shake.
However, the real gold is not afraid of fire, but the flame is burned out.
With a bang, Li Qingshan's body collapsed and turned into a thousand fires.
The end of the mad 'flower' knife flew out, falling straight from the foothills, filled with a deep sword mark.
From the battle of Joan 'Jade' Palace to the present, the first battle of the Golden Dragon, and then the King of the Dragon, the body has long approached the limit, after breaking up the Eight Ding, it is on the verge of collapse, and facing the dragon and the sword. Suo ‘sex’ broke out all the power. Rather than being killed by this sword, it is better to take the initiative to burn yourself.
A blood mark appeared in the dragon's eyebrows, and blood flowed down. He is also unmoved, staring at thousands of fires. Once again, I will cast aside the sword.
Xiao An desperately urged Xian to abandon the sword, but did not respond half-heartedly, and his heart was anxious: "Give me the past!"
"Calm down, believe them. If we eat this sword, we will die."
Gu Yanying is ‘color’, she has the speed of Kun Peng, and if she is close to Xiaolong, she will be locked by the sword of the emperor. Absolutely can't escape.
A phoenix sounded, the fire reunited, Li Qingshan Nirvana rebirth, not to display any magical power, was caught by an invisible force, locked by the Son of Heaven.
In the dragon, the golden light flashed, and the second sword slammed.
"The real dragon is a sword. A sword is in the world."
Li Qingshan looked up, Jianmang came face to face, and his heart was wary, knowing that this sword dragon is a murderous heart.
If you die again. It has to be turned into the egg of the phoenix. I am afraid that the third sword will not be used by the dragon. It is enough to destroy it.
Because of the repeated struggles. Xiaolong has understood one thing. If Li Qingshan is not completely destroyed, this battle will not end. As long as the thief is killed, the enemy will have no threat to him.
At the moment of life and death, Li Qingshan was also fearless. He screamed and waited for the punch to meet, and a figure was in front of him.
"Xiao Ming!"
Luo Xiaoxiao Ming’s arms are hug, and there is a deep darkness. Constantly swallowed the roar of the swordsman.
However, in the face of this absolute power gap, even the son of Ashura could not resist.
In a blink of an eye. The darkness was broken, and he turned his face and nodded to Li Qingshan. Immediately, the body was broken and the sword was blocked by the body of the blood.
Li Qingshan roared and unfolded his wings, rising to the sky and throwing himself into the air. Hold on to the nine days of interest, once again urging the earth force field, and will be closely linked to each other.
In the dragon's dragonfly, there was a slash of color, and by this gravitation, the sword was down.
The twisted sword front is like a golden ‘color’ lightning, deeply piercing Li Qingshan’s ‘chest’, and the sword is smashing and destroying his body.
Instead of avoiding it, Li Qingshan turned his arms on his arms and clung to the dragon. He displayed the sword and the sword. Opened the big mouth of the blood basin, bite on the neck of the dragon, four blade-like cavities were broken by the dragon scales, and the remaining teeth were still tearing open the dragon scales and drinking the dragon blood.
Gu Yanying, holding Xiao An, broke into the air and came to the back of the dragon in an instant, as if the sword was silent.
The dragon's brow wrinkled, the dragon's claws caught the backhand, and the five fingers clasped the Jianfeng tightly.
Xiao An took the speed of Gu Yanying, this sword is also unprecedentedly fierce, and the students passed through the dragon claw blockade. In the sound of metal friction, they continued to stab the dragon vest, but they were the golden 'color' dragon scales. Blocked, can no longer enter.
Time seems to be stagnation in this moment, Li Qingshan has been hit hard, and Xiaolong can break away from the and be able to regain his invincibility. No one can stop his path.
At this moment, the voice of Xiao An sounded in his ear, as if he was chanting the scriptures, but there was no sacred solemnity, but it was full of embarrassing meaning.
The three burial vestments that have been floating in the air have fallen from the sky, and they have wrapped up four of them together.
A figure flew out of the parcel and fell heavily on the ruins of the Longshou Mountain. It was Li Qingshan. He was bleeding seven times and his body was sore, and the chest was still 'plugged' with the sword.
Then, Gu Yanying and Xiao An also flew out of the package.
Li Qingshan was relieved a little, and he wanted to get up and fight again, but he couldn’t move, and his body was broken, his veins were broken, and his body would collapse at any time. If it is repeated a few times, it is now an egg.
In any case, this is his last fight, but I don’t know if the result is a failure.
I saw the parcels in the sky constantly rolling, Xiaoan hands together, the treasure is solemn, thin red 'lip' rushed open, chanting the scriptures, the waist of the 'chaos' soul bells tremble, as if in the excess The ceremony of funeral.
The parcel quickly became smaller and turned into a shackle. It was wrapped around the dragon, and a string of white ‘color’ rosary was hung on the neck, as if it had changed from a big summer to a Buddha’s ‘door’.
袈裟 念 念 念 正是 正是 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 念 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A string of scriptures is exactly the same as her chanting.
The three voices chase each other, one after another, blending into one, and they are confusing to the extreme.
If you say that when the dragon swayes the sword of the gods, there are people whistling, then the voice seems to be buried in the shackles of the three bones of the fire, and is calling: Come on our side, there will be no more pain and fear, here is the bliss world!
Li Qingshan felt that his heart was full of anger, and he quickly urged the turtle to suppress his heart.
"shut up!"
Xiaolong slammed his ears and his face was distorted by the ‘color’. A piece of Hell's snake drilled out of his scales and headed toward Xiao'an, seemingly listening to his ears.
The world is like a fire house, and all living beings suffer. The bitter sea is boundless, whoever reaches the shore.
"This is nothing but the "Three Burials of the Classics" of the Bone Buddha!"