In the city of the bhikshus, 3,000 warriors ran around, but after a while, they set up camp and set up tents, and built a platform.

"National teacher, they were all victimized by that demon. The king led Li Qing to an open place.

There are countless corpses piled up in this place, but a cursory glance shows that there are nearly a thousand.

These corpses were all drained of the essence by Shura, and at this time only skin and bones remained. The king sent someone to collect it, and by this time the firewood had been piled up and poured with oil.

Li Qing walked over and looked at these corpses, feeling kind.

He pinched the trick in his hand and took the wisp of divine will that remained after Shura harmed people contained in these people.

As soon as he opened his mouth and spat out, a little spark flew out and landed on the corpses, and the flames burned so brightly that the city was full of red light.

Li Qing turned around and walked towards Jiangtai, the fire behind him burning his heart.

He never thought that the first great enemy he really faced was not that lion, but another immortal-level Shura.

But what kind of practitioner can really do what he wants and get a real leisure?

Even if it is really the so-called immortal who participates in the creation of heaven and earth and is immortal through the ages, he is still a chess piece under the way of heaven, and he will still die if he suffers a calamity, just like Nagaruda.

"It's like the Shura who is still rampant. Li Qing thought, "I'll kill you." ”

Otherwise, before fighting, you will compare the years of cultivation and then compare the cultivation realm, and then you will not have to fight, and there may be a lot less disputes in this world.

For Shura, Li Qing is just an ant whose head has doubled by a hundredfold, but no matter how big an ant is, it is still an ant.

The difference is just that Shura kills a mortal without even looking, without moving his thoughts, and without revealing his intentions, mortals will die after looking at her twice. And killing Li Qing may require her to take a look, but that's all.

And now, this ant is going to kill.

Each of the thirty-six methods of Tiangang is mysterious, but most of them need to be based on strong mental power, and then urged by great mana, except for one kind of supernatural power, called the Book of Seven Arrows of Nail Head.

Someone once used the body of a micro end to kill Da Luo!

What is Da Luo, all time and space are eternal and free, and it is called Da Luo.

This method is only a glimpse of this method in the boundless years, but since then it has become famous, and the practitioners in the Three Realms know and know everything.

Three thousand armor soldiers set up camp to build a platform, and a straw man was tied on the platform, and Li Qing punched a wisp of divine consciousness of Shura into it, bit his fingertips, and wrote the word Shura. And he set up a lamp above the head of the straw man, and under his feet.

Arrange to stop, according to the party system.

Li Qing put on his sword, stepped on the gang, and burned the calligraphy talisman, waited to stand still, and bowed down one by one.

Under this worship, Li Qingshen couldn't help but be in a trance, as if he had touched something, he inexplicably felt that something belonging to himself disappeared silently.

But his expression was calm, his mind was introverted, and he bowed two more times, and then walked off the stage, closed his eyes and breathed to recuperate.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. Heaven has no thoughts, no good and no evil, and if you want to get something, you will inevitably have to pay a price.

Li Qing naturally had this preparation, thinking that the heavenly immortals had also gone through thousands of tribulations, and had countless opportunities to achieve it, and he was just a little monk who had not yet attained the primordial gods, even if he had the Tiangang method in his hand and injured people with dark arrows, it was impossible to behead a heavenly immortal unscathed.

Seven days have passed in a flash, and during the seven days, Li Qing has prayed three times a day, and he has never slackened.

But a deep sense of powerlessness is gradually enveloping Li Qing's heart, it is not physical exhaustion, but a feeling similar to mental exhaustion.

This made his spirit more and more trance-like, and every time he got off the stage, he couldn't say a word more, and tried his best to breathe and recuperate.

He inexplicably gave birth to a kind of enlightenment, and twenty-one days later, when Shura's soul was scattered, it was also the day of his death.

In the past, Jiang Ziya was able to use this spell to kill Da Luo without injury, because he was a personal disciple of the original Tianzun of the Yuqing Dao Lord, and he was born as a god, and he was also a national master and the commander of the three armies, and his luck was unmatched.

Li Qing naturally can't be compared.

Maybe I'm really going to die.

Li Qing thought silently, but his mind could no longer make the slightest wave, like a pool of stagnant water.

"National teacher!" someone suddenly exclaimed, "Why are you ...... How come?"

Li Qing raised his eyes and saw that it was the old man in the city before, he wanted to smile, but he couldn't.

"It's Muzhi, why are you here?" The voice was a little dry and old, with a twilight aura.

"Did the national teacher think of me?" The old man was a little excited, but when he saw Li Qing's appearance at this time, his nose was sore, and tears suddenly welled up, "How did you become like this?"

Li Qing was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to summon a cloud of water vapor, and turned into a mirror in the air, reflecting his appearance at this time in the mirror, with white hair and white eyebrows, wrinkles on his face, and his deep eyes became cloudy.

I should panic, Li Qing had a thought, but he seemed to have lost this emotion, as dead as water, he looked at the old man who was crying like a child, and suddenly there were ripples in his heart, and he said, "You are all this age, and this posture is not a joke for people to see." ”

The old man wiped his tears, "National Teacher, you don't owe the bhikshu country, but the bhikshu country owes you, why is this!"

Li Qing tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Cultivators don't ask about grudges, they only ask about their hearts." I am not here for the people of the bhikshu country, but only to fulfill the promise of the year and live up to my heart. I'm on the path of preaching, Makiyuki, you should be happy for me!"

Chen Muzhi looked at Li Qing, and in a trance, a clear voice echoed in his ears, "This is not a golden pearl, but a wealth." ”

The little carpenter who was full of ambition took advantage of this to rise to prominence, and even ascended to the sky in one step and married the queen, under one person and above ten thousand.

Although he knew that the queen had always hidden the shadow of another person in her heart, he also knew that that person was the national teacher who gave him a future.

When I was young, I still had resentment, but what else I couldn't see when I was old?

The national teacher never owed him anything, but he owed the national teacher.

When he said goodbye, the national teacher was still as young as ever, and he was already a gray-haired old man, but in his heart, he was still the apprehensive little carpenter, and he only had gratitude and awe for the national teacher.

I never thought about it, but after seven days of work, the national teacher was already as old as himself.

Unable to wipe away his tears, he knelt down and pleaded, "National teacher, don't bow down anymore." ”

Li Qingdao said, "Shura is not dead, so you can't help but worship." ”

Chen Muzhi knew that a person with a firm heart like a national teacher would not easily change his mind.

He could only pray that the demon in the sky would die as soon as possible so that the national teacher could stop.

Seeing that the national teacher was getting older and older, Chen Mu's heart became more and more anxious.

On this day, suddenly the whole city cheered, "The devil is dead!"

"The devil is dead?" Chen Muzhi was first overjoyed, then shocked.

With a heavy heart, he rushed towards the location of the national teacher.

Li Qing was holding a mulberry branch bow in his hand, and there were three mahogany arrows on the table beside him, all of which were outlined with dense runes.

Li Qing counted the hours and stretched his bow and arrows.

"National teacher, the devil is dead!"