Chapter 422 (1/2)

In the desert hundreds of miles away from Hulu Canyon, there is a Buddha light passing through the sky and coming straight here.

In the light of the Buddha, there is a little monk in a light red cassock.

Chirp.

There was also a crisp song of birds coming from it.

”Little sparrow, don't worry, it's coming.” the little monk is juezhen. He is talking to the Yellow sparrow essence between his sleeves and robes.

After dealing with the evil monk in Shahai, he should have left for Jitang temple.

But not long after he started, he suddenly had a whim. The light of the Buddha enlightened the spirit. He felt that something big was going to happen in this high place.

He has long been a person who practices the Buddhist now Sutra. His whim is often clever.

It was also for this reason that he stayed in the Mogao.

Until two days ago, the feeling of whim was more obvious, which directly pointed out the direction to him.

”There are more than two hundred miles left. It's time to arrive.” Jue Zhen read, ”I hope I can make it in time.”

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Many women in the ”sheep” tribe could not help crying.

The children didn't know much, but when they saw their mother crying, they began to cry.

The cry was continuous and sad.

Lu Qingshan has a distant view.

At the end of the sand wolf demon group, there are three tall giant wolves.

The Yellow wolf hair, like the tip of a needle, is rooted and pricked. It has some regional characteristics. The jagged tusks flash cold, all revealing its strength and terror.

The brown pupils are full of violence and indifference.

Three four grade sand wolf demons.

They are the initiators of this wave of demon tide attack.

Among the thousands of sand wolf demons, the first grade occupies the majority, the second grade has hundreds, and the third grade has dozens.

The leader of Yipin, charge in front.

Obviously, although the leaders of these sand wolf demons felt the terror in the canyon dispersed, they were suspicious. They still didn't choose to rush in, but let their own men take the lead.

Once the monster becomes a tide and its momentum is like a rainbow, it has an irresistible potential.

Lu Qingshan was able to walk back and forth safely in front of such a demon tide at his heyday before he cut the Taoist foundation, but it is impossible to stop the demon tide with one person's strength.

Not to mention, now he has only one mouth of mountain and sea power that can reach the golden elixir level.

”Childe, what should I do?” Qin Yitian hovered around Lu Qingshan and bit his lower lip to explain why.

Most of the deep and bottomless valleys are ordinary people. The strongest is a nine layer monk. How can the ”sheep” tribe run better than the sand wolf demon?

If no one could stop this wave of demon tide, today's ”sheep” tribe would surely be overturned.

Yang Qing'er held his stick tightly, showing the look of a ewe protecting her calf, and stood in front of a child just three or four years old.

Lu Qingshan lowered his eyebrows and happened to see the scene.

”Alas.” the next moment, he sighed.

”Childe, have you made up your mind?” Qin Yitian, who is already close to Lu Qingshan, understood his intention at the moment of hearing Lu Qingshan's sigh.

”Seeing that he has come to the western regions,” Lu Qingshan said to himself with a sigh, ”it's inevitable that it's appropriate to return to the Buddha.”

In the gaping eyes of nearly a thousand ”sheep” tribe people, Lu Qingshan's body slowly fell and stopped in front of the gourd mouth.

”Sir...” Yang Qing'er clenched the stick in his hand, lost his eyes and muttered.

They can only see a slightly thin figure.

However, they already understand what Lu Qingshan is going to do.

As they thought.

Lu Qingshan forced his feet and sank two inches into the ground to fix his body.

As a sword repairman, he did not hold a sword at this time.

Because of this situation, you can't stop it with a sword.

Before the demon tide like thousands of troops charging, Lu Qingshan calmed down and condensed his Qi. Unexpectedly, he closed his eyes.

The sand wolf demon is vast and mighty. The rolled up yellow sand is like the Yellow River on the ground and the dragon on the ground.

The people of the sheep tribe can already see the violence in the eyes of the sand wolf.

It's time to rush into the array. How can you stop such a sand wolf? How can they retreat?

The feeling of the earthquake became more and more obvious. The bodies of the people of the ”sheep” tribe shook unconsciously.

Some young children have stumbled, stood unsteadily, fell to the ground and kept crying.

Lu Qingshan, standing where he was, with his feet deep in the ground, was not affected by the earthquake.

Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes with endless compassion and

Infinite murderous spirit.

The killing potential rises, and with Lu Qingshan as the center, it leaks out like a dike breaking flood towards the sand wolf demon tide.

Killing mood.

The cultivation is gone, the realm is still there, and the artistic conception is also there.

The artistic conception without spiritual support should be non lethal, just a trend.

The potential can make those who smell the wind afraid, but as long as they are brave enough, they will be unharmed.

Potential is mysterious and mysterious. Each person raises his own potential.

For example, in the secular world, the extremely dignified emperor can break the courage of his timid subjects with one look.

This depends on either supernatural powers or the so-called potential.

Lu Qingshan's intention at this time is to use this killing potential to force back the sand wolf demon tide.

The killing opportunity of one person can fight against thousands of sand wolf demons.

The killing mood of the oneness realm, which is infinitely close to the perfection realm, flows from Lu Qingshan.

Potential is an invisible thing, which should be invisible to outsiders.