MTL - Legend of the Great Saint-v11 Chapter 66 spear

Demon domain.

boom!

The big volcano erupted violently, billowing thick smoke straight into the sky, and there were countless lightning and thunder. Dozens of tons of boulders were thrown into the sky and flew hundreds of miles away. The volcanic ash blanketed the sky like a blizzard, dyeing the mountains pale.

This is the one hundred and twenty-seventh outbreak today, but no one has been injured because of it, because no demons dare to approach here, not because they are afraid of the dangerous environment here, but because this is the dwelling place of God.

This large volcano has now become a sacred mountain for the demons.

If you look down from a very high sky, you will find that countless demons are walking around the mountain in three steps and one bow.

There are men, women and children of all ages, and there are high and low levels of cultivation, but most of them are the most common demons, some muttering to themselves, some silent, and some dancing like crazy.

They originally worshiped different demon gods, so the rituals they practiced were also different, and the rituals belonging to the Lord of the Demon Domain had not yet been established, so they offered all their piety to the Lord of the Demon Domain in a familiar way.

Each time the volcano erupted, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd, seen as a response.

The dark crowd is like an ant colony, circles around the sacred mountain in their minds, doing meaningless worship, day and night, and even to death.

However, the demons are happy!

If it was in the past, when so many demons gathered together, it must have been full of bullying and killing, but now, they move forward for the same belief, and even help each other, just like real brothers and sisters, feeling like never before of warmth.

This warmth made many demons burst into tears and cry, and they revered the gods even more.

In the crowd, an old demon couldn't afford to pay his respects, and there was still a smile on his lifeless, gray face.

If it were in the past, the surrounding demons would surely rush on like hungry wolves, devour his flesh and blood, and **** his demon core.

But now, the other demons just stepped on him silently, until his flesh and bones turned into dust and became part of the road, leaving only a green demon core shining in the blood-colored dust.

He has given all of himself to God, and all that he has belongs to God.

Deep in the mountain, in a lake of lava fire, the gods worshiped by the demons are working hard like an ordinary blacksmith.

clang-clang-clang-

A loud bang echoed between the mountain walls, and Li Qingshan's fist fell like a hammer. After tens of thousands of blows, a scarlet-black spear finally took shape.

He picked up the spear and weighed it, then scratched the sharp tip with his fingertips, and finally showed a satisfied smile.

Suddenly, a violent cough erupted in his chest, he covered his mouth, blood spilled from between his fingers.

The job, apparently, had seriously damaged his health, almost as if Mortal were seriously ill. Without the endless support of the Demon Domain, he might even have perished.

Ordinary people may find it hard to imagine what kind of weapon requires a **** to pay such a high price.

But all this did not affect Li Qingshan's good mood at this time. He coughed while admiring his work.

Because it is made of Earth Demonic Primordial Magnetism, there are countless thunder patterns coiled around the spear, but it seems that other materials, something darker, are also incorporated into it.

Afterwards, Li Qingshan carved a name on the spear with his fingertips.

His face was horribly contorted, filled with hatred and resentment, as he wrote.

It wasn't until the last stroke was finished that he stuck the spear on the rock and exhaled deeply. After a while, his expression returned to calm. But those resentments had carved lines on his face and could never be eliminated.

He didn't notice this, just took a short rest, and immediately set about forging the second spear.

He must race against time to forge twelve spears as quickly as possible.

These spears only have one function and can only be used once, but if you want to completely control the Demon Realm, you can't have one less.

As for the fanatical behavior of the demons, he had no time to pay attention to it. He believed that Qian Rongzhi would arrange it properly and would not let these precious manpower go to waste.

With the help of sky wind and earth fire, Li Qingshan melted a pile of earth evil spirit again, but suddenly stopped the work in his hand and looked up to the sky.

The dark clouds are rolling, and the sun cannot be seen.

However, Li Qingshan saw the bright moon through the eyes of the mirror clone, and felt the shining of the moon, and his frowning brows gradually relaxed, as if he was comforted by his mother.

"Perhaps, Empress Nuwa did not fall, but fell into a deep sleep."

Li Qingshan wasn't sure if it was a good wish or a revelation from somewhere, but his mood was indeed much better.

But instead of being overly immersed in this feeling, he focused on observing the operation of the original world, hoping to get some kind of inspiration to make his cultivation further.

A mere true immortal can never compete with any emperor. If he wants to see the scenery above the nine heavens with his own eyes, he must go through eight calamities—refining the virtual and combining the Tao!

Otherwise, as long as he dares to take a step out of the Demon Realm, he will immediately be lifted up by a certain emperor to let him bleed.

If he wants to win this battle, he must liberate the seven great saints. If he doesn't even dare to go out, how can he do it!

However, how difficult it is to "refine the virtual and the Tao"!

In the eyes of others, he made great progress all the way and quickly cultivated into a true immortal in a very short period of time, but his family knew his own affairs, and his "internal worries" were almost as heavy as "foreign troubles".

The speed of his immortality is too fast, and he uses too much external force, which will inevitably lead to an unstable foundation, which is heavy on the outside and light on the inside.

The old man in Tianshu thought that he did not choose a path clearly, but he actually chose it, and that is the "unicorn change" in "Nine Changes of Gods and Demons", which is the path of the first unicorn.

The reason why it seems unpredictable and dark is because he did not abandon the other changes in "Nine Changes of Gods and Demons", and secondly, this path was not chosen by him on his own initiative. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

If he chooses a change from the "Nine Changes of Gods and Demons" to "refine the gods and return to the virtual", then he will definitely choose "the cow demon change". That is the path that best suits his character and has the least impact on other changes.

However, under various circumstances, he first sniffed a pond of lotus flowers in the Daleiyin Temple in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, and then swallowed the Demonic Heart of the Black Sun in the evil land of the Demon Realm, synthesizing the core principles of the Kylin Paradise, and all of a sudden "Kirin" "Change" has been pushed to the highest level, and it is easy to "refine the spirit and return to the virtual".

The "unicorn change" was originally a change he was least good at, and the process of cultivation was extremely difficult, but now it has become his core change.

This has brought about a very serious imbalance, not only suppressing the changes of other gods and demons, but also disturbing his xinxing. If things go on like this, other changes will be reversed, and in the end, only the "unicorn change" will be left.

The catastrophe of heaven and earth has come, and he, who was born in response to the calamity, is actually not ready. It is like he has just started qi refining and provoked a group of foundation-building cultivators. He was blocked in the cave and could not get out.

And the real situation may be worse, the emperor is really unfathomable.