It was as if a ball of thick ink was splashed between the heaven and earth, splashing out thousands of red lights and thousands of golden lights.

The mountains, rivers and lakes that emerged in the void were like mirages blown by the hot wind, which suddenly became blurred and quickly disappeared.

The sky above Longshou Mountain is intertwined with spider-web-like cracks, as if Qiongyu Palace cannot bear their existence. The huge stone buildings that have stood on the top of the mountain for thousands of years, like sand sculptures on the beach, were washed away by a sea of ​​tide.

However, the red light gradually dimmed and was submerged in the rolling golden light.

He is a demon king who is hostile to heaven and cursed by sentient beings. With his own power, how can he fight against the glorious power of heaven and the will of sentient beings?

The sword light was everywhere, sharp as light. Unconsciously, fine cracks filled his strong body, connecting them into blood-colored scars, as if bronze ware eroded by time were peeling off one after another.

Unconsciously, every peeling burned, turning into flames. The cracks were like cracked earth, and the hot lava rushed out, causing him to burn, facing the rolling golden light and rushed to Si Long.

With a clang, the blade and the sword were intertwined, and Li Qingshan and Si Long's eyes met, one looked like a fiery fire and the other was like gold, and there was no slight wavering.

However, true gold is not afraid of fire refining, but the flame will burn out.

With a bang, Li Qingshan's body collapsed and turned into thousands of fire.

The end-of-road mad flower knife flew out in a rotating manner, falling straight from the top of the mountain, with a deep sword mark on it.

From the battle of Qiongyu Palace to the present, he first fought against the Golden Dragon and then broke the Emperor Dragon King. His body was already close to his limit. After shattering the Eight Cauldrons, he was on the verge of collapse. He faced the brilliant sword of Si Long and simply burst out all his strength. Rather than being killed by this sword, he was voluntarily burning himself to death.

A blood mark appeared between Si Long's eyebrows, and blood flowed down. He was unmoved and stared at the thousands of fires. He waved the immortal sword again.

Xiao An tried his best to activate the Xianqi Sword, but there was no response at all. He was very anxious: "Send me over!"

"Calm down and believe them. If we eat this sword, we will die."

Gu Yanying said seriously, even if she had Kunpeng's speed, if she rashly approached Si Long, she would definitely not be able to escape once she was locked by the emperor's sword intent.

With a phoenix sound, the fire reunited, Li Qingshan was reborn in Nirvana. Before he could use any magical power, he was seized by an invisible force and locked by the sword intent of the emperor.

A golden light flashed in Si Long's eyes, and the second sword suddenly swung down.

"The True Dragon Emperor's Sword is the world with one sword."

Li Qingshan looked up and saw a sword light slashing at him, and he felt a warning in his heart, knowing that Si Long had the will to kill this sword.

If you die again, you will turn into a phoenix egg. I am afraid that Si Long will not need to swing the third sword, and the remaining power of the sword light alone will be enough to destroy it.

After a series of hard struggles, Si Long has understood one thing: if Li Qingshan is not completely destroyed, the battle will not end. As long as this traitor is killed, the enemy will no longer pose a threat to him.

At the critical moment of life and death, Li Qingshan was also fearless and shouted loudly, and was about to swing his fist to meet him. A figure blocked in front of him.

"Xiao Ming!"

Luohu Xiaoming embraced his arms, and a deep ball of darkness was fostered in it. He kept swallowing the whistling sword light.

However, even the Son of Asura could not resist this absolute power gap.

In the blink of an eye, the darkness shattered, and he turned his face and nodded at Li Qingshan. Then he broke into pieces and blocked the sword with his flesh and blood.

Li Qingshan roared, spread his wings, soared into the sky, and rushed towards Si Long in the air. He held the Nine Heavens Xirang tightly, and once again activated the earth force field to closely connect each other.

A sharp look flashed in Si Long's eyes, and with this gravity, he waved his sword down.

The twisted sword edge was like a golden lightning, piercing deep into Li Qingshan's chest, and the sword energy rushed around and destroyed his body.

Instead of avoiding it, Li Qingshan went up and opened his arms, hugged Si Long tightly, and used the Niu Demon Refining Pieka to draw the sword. He opened his bloody mouth and bit Si Long's neck in one bite. The four blade-like fangs were broken by the dragon scales, and the other sharp teeth still tore open the dragon scales and drank the dragon blood.

Gu Yanying hugged Xiao An and broke through the air. In an instant, she came behind Si Long and stabbed the Buddha-killing sword silently.

Si Long frowned, grabbed the dragon's claws with his backhand, and his five fingers tightly clamped the sword's edge.

Xiao An took advantage of Gu Yanying's speed, and the sword was unprecedentedly sharp, passing through the dragon's claws and blocking it. With the sound of metal friction, it continued to stab at Si Long's vest, but was blocked by the layer of golden dragon scales and could no longer make any progress.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and Li Qingshan was already severely injured. Si Long only had to break free from the constraints and could stand invincible again, and no one could stop his path.

At this moment, Xiao An's voice sounded in his ears, as if he was reciting scriptures, but there was no trace of sacredness and solemnity, but was full of blasphemy and ominous meaning.

The Three Burial Veils that had been floating in the air fell from the sky and wrapped them together.

A figure flew out of the package and fell heavily on the ruined Longshou Mountain. It was Li Qingshan. His seven orifices were bleeding, his body was full of holes, and his immortal sword was inserted into his chest.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Yanying and Xiao An also flew out of the package.

Li Qingshan breathed a little relieved, and wanted to get up and fight again, but could not move. His body was broken, his meridians were broken, and his body would collapse at any time. If he was stabbed by Si Long a few more times, he would have turned into an egg now.

In any case, this was his last attempt, but he didn't know whether the result was success or failure.

The sky was rolling and rolling. Xiao An closed his hands together, his treasure was solemn, his thin red lips opened and closed rapidly, and he was reciting the blasphemy scriptures. The chaotic soul bells on his waist were trembling, as if he was performing a ceremony to perform a ritual of salvation and funeral.

The package quickly became smaller and turned into a cassock, wrapped around Si Long, and a string of white rosary was hanging around his neck, as if he had changed from a great summer emperor to a Buddhist layman.

The robe and the rosary are the three burial robes and the skeleton rosary.

The scriptures were rapid and the bells were chaotic. The skeleton rosary turned into skulls with strange laughter. A string of scriptures appeared on the three burial robes, exactly the same frequency as her chanting.

The triple voices chase each other, one after another, blending into one, and the chaos and noise reached the extreme.

If the sentient beings roar when Si Long waved the Emperor's Sword, then the sound was like the countless sentient beings buried in the samadhi bone fire, making a call: Come to us quickly, there will be no more pain and fear, this is the Pure Land!

Li Qingshan felt restless when he heard this, and quickly activated the spirit turtle to suppress his mind.

"shut up!"

Si Long covered his ears, his face twisted and ferocious. Hell snakes drilled out from under his scales, holding their heads in the direction of Xiao An, as if listening.

The world is like a fire house, and all sentient beings suffer. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, who can reach the other shore?

"Is this the "Three Burials Sutra" by the White Bone Bodhisattva!" (To be continued)
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