Vol 12 Chapter 142: constant

Readx(); the voice is not falling, the world is roaring.
At the center of the robbery cloud whirlpool, the hovering robbery condensed soldiers: swords and swords, axe shackles.
Not indiscriminately, but in an array, the roar is slowly falling.
Lei Longzhen, the electric snake fluttering, actually in the eight handles robbery between the soldiers, faintly intertwined into the shape of congenital gossip.
This kind of treatment has never been seen even if it is a six-day catastrophe.
Li Qingshan is like a punch in the empty space, the heart is uncomfortable, and suddenly there is a feeling of great difficulty.
Lei is the sin of the heavens, and the robbery is a punishment.
It is only a test for ordinary practitioners, but he seems to have committed a great crime.
Heaven is angry and determined to turn him into a gray.
Condemned in the sky, there is no prayer.
"It's amazing! Don't break this array quickly. When this stuff is over your head, it's useless for ten phoenix nirvana. What's more, I have only one time left now, or a poor change."
Li Qingshan is trying to display magical powers, and the scene changes.
The sky was dark and the mountains were continuous. He changed back from the gods to the young, and returned to the oxen village destroyed in the war. He was lying under the cowshed, and a green cow was lying under the trough.
Can't help but meditate: "Niu Ge!"
The darkness in the heart is terrible, and the illusion becomes more and more real. Even the feeling of the hay stinging on the body is clear and identifiable, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
"I will introduce Tian Tianjiao into the illusion, and now this retribution is coming too fast."
Xiao An saw his eyes lost, "It’s five evil spirits!"
If he practiced "Freedom in Heaven", this was not a big problem, but his yin was shut down in cold blood, and he was only ruined when he was repaired.
The sinister evil of the devil is not to rob the thunder, let alone at this time.
Xiao'an's voice came through the thunder and thunder: "Aoyama, Wuyin is: color, accept, think, walk, know. Because of all kinds of hue, and suffer from all kinds of hardships, regenerate all kinds of thoughts. Then make the behavior arrogant Consciousness is confusing, blinding the heart. If you want to fight against the five evil spirits, you need to break the color before you know that everything is empty."
A farmer woman shouted at the waist of the bucket: "Li Er, get up and work for me!"
Li Qingshan smiled: "So, what you are encountering now is the ‘color devil’.

The farmer angered: "Li Er, what are you talking about?"
Qingniu looked up and looked at him quietly.
"However, although this is a fantasy, it is not an illusion!"
Li Qingshan categorically said, no hesitation. Although it is a big disaster, there is an unprecedented calm posture.
Yes, all the encounters in this road, including being trapped in the fantasy of the King of Magic Sea, are not illusory.
Former teenagers, no need for a knife to courage.
Qingniu nodded with a smile, but the peasant woman became more and more angry, and it was even harder to hear, and the illusion became more and more realistic.
"But it's so noisy, it's really annoying. The turtle is Zhenhai!"
Li Qingshan’s heart is as calm as water, and his eyes reveal a clear aura, and he wears all the illusions. He recovered the body of the demon and returned to the deep mountain Daze.
Looking up at the eight hurdles that had fallen, he smiled and said: "All this is not a hue? However, if a person is killed, he will die. What is said to be broken is self-deception."
Xiao An grinned and said no more.
"Hey, you don't come to fight me, I will fight you! The wind is coming!"
Li Qingshan suddenly opened the wings of Fengshen, wingspan hundreds of feet, shot to the eight handles robbery condensing soldiers, seems to sweep to the sky, and he is a hero.
boom!
The world is shaking, the thunder is blazing, and it shines through the void, stretching into a pool of thunder.
The gossip, the earthquake is thunder, and the wind is the wind.
Thirty-two, Lei Fengheng.
Wind and thunder!
In order not to make the day of the robbery, Li Qingshan took the initiative to provoke a big battle, and the thunderstorm was rushing to him.
At the foot of Osawa, it evaporates in an instant, revealing the cracked ground. His pair of iron hooves stepped deep into the earth and set a heel. From the ground, the force banged into the sky.
"broken!"
The fist broke through the tens of thousands of rays, and the heavy bang in the void, the ripples of the ripples spread out. It broke the array of gossip formed by the eight-handed robbery, and the pressure of the catastrophe was light.
Even though his majestic demon's body was still submerged by the thunder, and there was a tremor in his body, most of the thunder was introduced into the earth under his feet, causing no substantial harm.
Unusual robbery is not enough to kill him. The real deadly threat is still the eight robbers!
I haven't had time to deal with it, but the numbness suddenly suddenly became painful.
Every inch of skin, blood, bones are in, straight through the soul, even in torture.
Gritted his teeth and squatted on the ground. He had an illusion that he had been robbed into gray.
However, in the next moment, the pain becomes a joy, as if it is a rising cloud, and through the heavy robbery, it reaches the western bliss world, and it is no harm at this time.
In the next moment, it fell into the abyss of hell.
Bitterness and joy, sadness and joy, constantly overlapping. Involuntarily recalling the painful and quick things.
Whether it is arduous crawling on the ice sword cliff in the blizzard, or the breaking of the ice sword cliff. Such a kind, together with my heart, both want to laugh loudly, but also want to burst into tears. It is not a fantasy, but a fantasy.
Xiao An said: "If you can't break the color, you have to suffer from it."
"Good! If there is no such experience, what is the taste of living?"
This kind of feeling, the non-spirit turtle can suppress, and is not willing to suppress.
Li Qingshan converges on the mind and recalls the experience of the phoenix nirvana not long ago.
This body does not die, this heart does not die, since it bears all the joys and sorrows. If it is time to blame, it would rather be burned to ashes, and you can evade it as a philosophical one. If you are a coward, you will blame God and ask God to worship Buddha.
The heavens and the earth are dark, the swords and swords are smashed, the axes are hooked, the eight handles are robbed, and all are deeply inserted into the body.
If it is not the last moment to display the cow magic skin, this will have to be unloaded eight.
No matter how he introduced the Thunder to the earth~EbookFREE.me~ The body was still torn by an inch, but no drop of blood flowed out, and all were evaporated by the Thunder. In the blazing flash of thunder, a tiger bone is faintly visible and has broken.
He did not move, silently withstood all of this, pulled out a handle and robbed the soldiers, cut off, crushed, and then got up and fight again.
Xiao Andao: "Qingshan!"
The wounds did not heal, leaving a tragic hollow, in which no flesh and blood bones were seen, and they were already hit hard. But somehow, his standing body became more and more majestic, as if to be integrated with the earth, through the depths of the cloud vortex, staring at the distant sky.
The sky seems to be irritated by this kind of eyes, the rumble of the rumbling, a low roar, the shattered thunder light re-condenses in the blink of an eye, leaving only a Thunder giant sword.
Li Qingshan was unmoved, the small world in the body slowly operated, and the gods changed their inner sorrows, and they changed their spirits to resist the celestial punishment. All changes were carried out with ease, as if everything was in his grasp. Indelible, unshakable.
The devil is nine, only for the same.
Xiao An quietly closed his eyes: "Win." (To be continued.)