Vol 12 Chapter 162: Observer

"梼杌" suddenly froze, Li Qingshan has already grasped the place where Tu Wancheng is located, and the thousands of knives are turned into a knife and inserted directly into the body.
"broken!"
The giant blade broke through the heavy military, and the blade was straight into the Tu Wancheng.
Tu Wancheng’s eyes were twisted and twisted, and he was trembling. When the blade was about to touch, he suddenly split from the middle. The two bodies, two one-eyed, two mouths, slowly spit out a sentence
a group of... waste!

The sound is like a hardwood, inserted into the brain from the ear, the eleven emperors all have a splitting headache, the look is changed, and the dagger is repeatedly on the totem pole.
Yingzhe’s mouth is rising, and the sacrifice has been accepted!
Li Qingshan ran through the "梼杌", but there was no joy on his face. When he tried to pull out the knife, he had an unusual power and clung to the end of the mad knife.
The mad flower knife soul warning "green hills, there are weird!"
"梼杌" is getting smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the military is not collapsing, but is condensing.
With a slamming sound, the earth shook a bit, and the remaining millions of demons suddenly fell to the ground at the same time, and the body contracted dry, as if they were evacuated, and the magical spirits gathered toward the "梼杌".
This is not just military, but all their spirits, all of them have become sacrifices, leaving only a handful of demons, and there is a shudder.
The crying of the sky shouted and the soldiers who struggled to kill suddenly lost all their opponents. The battlefield calmed down. This strong contrast made the chest boring and sad.
Xin Xin was eclipsed, covering her mouth, retching, and the color of horror filled her delicate face.
The true disciples who originally relaxed and laughed were all unrecognizable, and they realized what happened in the vagueness. They were closer to the gods than the mortals. Also understand the horror.
Lotte feels incredible. "How is this possible? How can such a war lead to the devil's consciousness coming."
A black cloud city in the district, although the people are very heavy. However, the abandonment will be abandoned, and I have never thought of asking for help from the people. Not to mention letting the real fairy come to the rescue, because it is not worth it.
From a global perspective, this is just a local war. Winning and losing have nothing to do with the overall situation; in the long run, the back and forth of the front line is also a common occurrence.
Time flies, no matter how many people die in the war, anyway, they will soon be "born" again, and even a few people will be counted. Is there still a talented practitioner in the world?
If you are on the top of the nine days, it may be a game of chess, six reincarnations and three thousand worlds, has experienced countless lives and deaths.
How can a player jump to the board to save a small pawn, but it is not indifferent, but really cares.
In addition, maybe this move is his own? The truth of "Ning lost a word, not losing one first" is simple. The whole situation is the whole situation. As for the chess pieces, they are willing to sacrifice. In fact, it is irrelevant.
Any player would rather win without sacrificing any piece, but there is also a chess player on the opposite side, and the entire game cannot be controlled by themselves. What's more, is it a river crossing?
But once the players personally end, even if only a finger is dropped, the situation will change dramatically, and even the other party's "will" will be taken away.
The original ambiguous figure of "梼杌" suddenly became clear, and the skin was wrinkled, like dry iron wood, and the body was straight and strong, which reminded Li Qingshan of the giant wood people of Kyushu.
A huge one-eyed eyes filled with enthusiasm. Turn a circle in the eye socket to see everything. Finally, I returned to Li Qingshan’s body. "Who are you?"
If Li Qingshan was struck by lightning, he could not help but answer. I dare not answer "I...I am..."
At this time, the figure of "梼杌" has been reduced to the height of him, but the sense of oppression does not decrease. The one-eyed eye seems to look down from the sky far away, and looks cold and cold.
The mad flower knife screams "Qingshan, retreat!" This fearless pride soldier also felt deep fear.
This is not an illusory totem, but a real god. Unlike the monsters that are piled up with power, even if only a hint of thought comes, its essence is above all existence.
When you come, you will be strong.
"I am... your uncle!" Li Qingshan stepped on his chest and tried to pull out the last mad knife.
"Oh!" 梼杌 Use the big hand like a dead wood, slowly grab the blade.
Hey! The cracks melted, and the indestructible squadron was as fragile as ice in his hands.
A slap in the air, broken and broken, the knife is destroyed!
The other hand is inserted into the body of Li Qingshan. The five fingers grow like a big tree, then fork, then re-growth, and then fork... The black branches are densely interspersed in Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan licked his eyes and coughed up a blood. He sprayed it on his chest and could not recover.
He pulled his broken body closer and taunted that "Ashura is not dead?"
In an instant, Li Qingshan suffered tremendous damage, even more than all the damage suffered since the war.
"Ashura does not die" has its limits, and it is easy to break this limitation, creating a serious injury that cannot be healed.
With the end of the ground war, the vortex in the sky quickly shrinks. No matter how many demons of Xiao'an, they can no longer shake their existence.
Yingzhe smiles and twists "This is the devil!" This is not the difference in power, but the gap in the realm.
He once again asked "Who are you?" seems to be very concerned about this issue.
He did not come to win the war, but to "black day magic." But in fact, he is not trying to get the "Black Day Magic", but to seize the opportunity and change, you need to enter the board to observe.
The opportunity for this observation was that he overcame other devils before he was able to obtain it, and the situation did not disappoint him. The biography of the Bone Buddha is now a shocking news. But compared with the man in his hand, it is nothing.
Through the fragmented Ashura not dead, the intertwining of fate has been complicated to the extent that he can't see it. There is a faint vein in it, which makes him feel awe.
Then he asked "Who are you?"
Li Qingshan's lips 嗫嚅~EbookFREE.me~梼杌 Close to some "What do you say?"
"pain……"
"Then answer quickly." I am impatient.
"...fast!" Li Qingshan suddenly inserted the broken knife into the one-eyed eye.
One eye was condensed, and thousands of black giant trees grew and interspersed from Li Qingshan’s arm, completely locking his movements. It’s unusual for a person to dare to attack him.
One-eyed seems to see through the trajectory of fate. "You are a legendary person? No, no answer, I will personally verify that the legendary person will not be easily killed."
If you change to other devils here, you may have to observe and not dare to kill, but he is not the kind of coward.
Suddenly understand why the devils will accept him to observe, and the strange smile on the strange face.
"The group of despicable guys, indulged in the demon domain, even the last pride is abandoned! Oh, even if you are a legendary person, I can let you fall, die!" To be continued.