Legend of the Great Sage - 1692. Chapter 1689

The nine-color deer frowned slightly, faintly feeling that Li Qingshan’s tone was not right. But then I thought about it, this kid has always had a strong temper, and being so wronged by Guihai Lingzun, there must be a fire in his heart, and he must ask the old tortoise Xingshi to inquire and seek justice.

“Hehe, with his current cultivation base, he is not much weaker than that old tortoise, and that old tortoise is probably in big trouble this time!”

However, there was another doubt in her heart. She and Guihai Lingzun belong to the same innate gods, and they understand the extraordinary aspects of the spirit turtle family better than human beings. Human practitioners have to study diligently for many years to comprehend the way of calculation, but for the tortoise, it is an innate instinct, which is almost as natural as swimming.

“Moreover, Guihai Lingzun has always been cautious. If such a big matter is not completely certain, it will never be made public like this, and it will harm the reputation of the Vientiane Sect in vain. How could such a mistake be made?”

But look at Ruan Yaozhu, snuggling in Li Qingshan’s arms, she looks like the owner of the Baicao garden, she is clearly a little woman who has found her support, she sighed lightly when she heard this, her reddish face smiled, she was completely relieved Come, I believe Li Qingshan will explain it clearly to Guihai Lingzun and resolve this huge misunderstanding. Even a little bit proud.

“Hey, this silly wood is really a love robbery, a love robbery!”

In this situation, Nine Color Deer naturally cannot express these doubts, and can only hope that the biggest and deepest worry in his heart will not come true.

Li Qingshan suddenly changed the subject: “But before that, do you want to hear my story? Yaozhu.”

“Yeah.” Ruan Yaozhu nodded, and suddenly exclaimed.

It turned out that Li Qingshan hugged her horizontally and came to sit on the ground among the flowers.

Ruan Yaozhu was too embarrassed and couldn’t help but struggle, and said softly, “Brother, let me go!”

The nine-color deer kicked his forefoot angrily, and said in his heart: “Which man will let you go with your appearance?”

Li Qingshan said in Ruan Yaozhu’s ear: “Don’t move around, listen to me.”

There seemed to be a kind of magic or a kind of majesty in his low voice, Ruan Yaozhu really stopped struggling, blinking his eyes and looking up at him.

This is the perfect fusion of the way of the demon and the might of the gods. It contains the constitution of the heavens, speaks the law freely, and exudes infinite charm in every gesture. Every sentence is as irresistible as an order, and it is enough to influence a monk of the sun god. Of mind.

Of course, it was also at this moment that Ruan Yaozhu had no intention of resisting him at all. She believed Li Qingshan without reservation, and she was in the midst of the great sadness and joy of reunion after a long time.

“I didn’t go to the Demon Realm at first, but was led to the Paradise of Elysium, and I was also named the Garan God General…”

When Li Qingshan began to tell the stories he had experienced, Ruan Yaozhu gradually forgot about being shy and was immersed in his story. Li Fengyuan and Jiiselu couldn’t help but prick up their ears, and listened earnestly.

The Elysium is a magical world, and everything Li Qingshan has experienced in the Elysium is even more bizarre and incredible.

And everyone present felt that in Li Qingshan’s plain voice, there were emotions that could not be described in words. Sometimes the vicissitudes of life were like an old man, telling the past many years ago. Sometimes he is innocent like a child, ignorant of what is right and wrong, good and evil in the world.

It was heard that in order to resist the influence of Elysium, he did not hesitate to rebirth and lost all his memories. Everyone was worried about him, but they felt that this was indeed what Li Qingshan would do; I heard that he was adopted by an old couple and named after him. Everyone smiled when he was “Born for Eggs”, inexplicably thinking that the name suits him well.

Before you know it, the last touch of afterglow fades from the horizon, and night falls.

As the story progresses, “Dansheng” finally embarks on a journey to Da Leiyin Temple, everything is like fate. The audience became more and more immersed in the story, and the surrounding flowers and trees seemed to be listening attentively.

Li Qingshan was a disciple of a novelist, but he had to admit that he was not very successful in this line, so he copied the works of his previous life and asked Xiao An to help revise and polish it. To put it bluntly, those stories did not belong to him at all. And now this one is the most wonderful story he has ever told, a story that belongs to him completely.

In the middle of the sky that month, silver brilliance spread all over.

“Li Qingshan, what are you doing!?”

Suddenly there was a scream, the eyes of Nine Colored Deer were filled with anger, staring at Li Qingshan, or more accurately, staring at Li Qingshan’s left hand, which was hiding beside Ruan Yaozhu.

Ruan Yaozhu looked blank, as if waking up from a big dream, her mind was still immersed in the story-the various experiences of Li Qingshan in the Demon Realm were far more bizarre and thrilling than the Elysium. She also wanted to know whether Li Qingshan could learn from the Nine Infant Gods. How did you get out of the maze and defeat the Qiongqi Demon God…

“It’s a natural god, I haven’t finished telling my story yet!” Li Qingshan shook his head with some regrets: “But it’s too early, so let’s talk about it today!”

“Jiu’er?” Ruan Yaozhu blinked his eyes and looked at Jiiselu, then at Li Qingshan, still not knowing what happened.

But at some point, Li Fengyuan closed his eyes again, unable to bear to witness what happened next.

Li Qingshan slowly raised his left hand, holding an epiphany in the palm of his hand. The white and slender petals bloomed slowly in his hand, as if picked from hand, but in the surrounding flowers, there was no epiphany.

That epiphany is not like an ordinary spiritual grass. The size of each petal is exactly the same, and the distance between the petals is exactly the same. There are three layers inside and outside, each layer has 24 pieces, a total of 72 pieces. piece.

The big formation in Baicao Garden is called “72-Waiting Formation”.

There is a saying in the almanac: “Five days are Hou, three Hou is Qi, six Qi is time, and four o’clock is year.”

There are twenty-four solar terms in a year, which are divided into seventy-two periods. The function of the “72-Phase Formation” is to fine-tune the large and small climates in the Baicao Garden so that all kinds of strange flowers and weeds of different habits can thrive, hence the name.

The Baicao Garden is the foundation of the Vientiane Sect. The power of this “72 phasing array” is far above the “Xuanming Great Formation” of the Xuanming Cave Mansion. This is the epiphany with 72 petals. The core of the formation is also a symbol of the identity of the owner of the Baicao Garden.

Ruan Yaozhu touched the Sumi ring between his fingers, and the epiphany was not there, and he panicked, as if stepping into the air with a deep abyss under his feet.

Breaking free from his arms, he smiled reluctantly: “Qingshan. Stop making trouble, this thing can’t be given to you, even if you are a big brother.” Her tone was almost begging, and Nine Colored Deer’s heart was broken. Staring at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan remained unmoved, staring at the epiphany in his hand, a wisp of darkness was released from the stamen, dyeing the white petals black from the inside to the outside.

The seventy-two phase formation is mysterious and complicated. Even if he has become a god, he is only an incarnation here after all, and it is difficult to refine it in a moment.

However, in addition to the owner of the Baicao Garden and Guihai Lingzun, there is one other person who knows the seventy-two-phase formation very well, and that is Pi Yangqiu, the master of the Tianfu Division.

Jiu Selu said angrily: “Wood, don’t be stupid! He wants to seize your Baicao Garden, he is already enchanted!”

Li Qingshan seems to be focusing on refining the “Ephemera” without any concealment. His whole body releases a devilish energy, which is darker than the night, completely obscuring the bright moonlight, and his figure is also submerged in the darkness. The eyes radiated red light.

In the depths of the darkness are the painful and sad whispers of the billion trillion demons. It seems that he is no longer among the flowers, but sitting high above the sea of blood.

“No, you won’t!” Ruan Yaozhu slowly shook his head, tears raining down.

Li Qingshan looked up at her and let out a sigh, as if saying: “Yaozhu, this is the ending of the story.”

The epiphany in the hand is all dyed into ink.