The abbot of Yangon closed his eyes in pain: "Amitabha!"

The Lingshan collapsed, and several snow-capped mountains around it fell together, and the roar echoed between the heaven and earth for a long time.

Li Qingshan's right hand ruptured the tiger's mouth, dyeing the mountain move in his hand red, and trembled unstoppably. He grabbed his wrist tightly with his left hand, slowly lowered his right arm, and a breath of anger grew.

However, it is only a matter of time that God Galan was unable to escape from the Pure Land.

boom!

Ten thousand tons of earth and stones were thrown into the sky, and an arm suddenly stretched out from the ruins. He suddenly pressed the ground and supported his majestic body. Billions of earth and stones poured out, and the earth rumbled and vibrated.

Li Qingshan twitched his eyes and smiled again. The gods are really amazing!

God Galan insisted on holding on to Lingshan, which was like being hit on the face by Lingshan, and there was such a terrifying power.

He really has no choice but to move mountains. The order to move mountains can only command the mountains in the world. It is useless for the collapse of mountains, and it is already out of the law.

"Monk, I forgot to ask about something, how did those monsters come from?" Li Qingshan suddenly had an idea: "It's not that he was taken over by the Buddha!"

Looking back now, the abbot of Yangon brought him to that city, obviously he had expected that a monster would appear, hoping to inspire his memories. Moreover, before the monster came, guards began to disperse the crowd and sounded the alarm bell, which was completely familiar with and used to it.

The roads are always connected, and the monsters can come, and I can go!

A glimmer of vitality illuminates the way ahead.

"This... every midnight, they will appear, but once they are shined by the sun, they will disappear. As for the others, it is not clear."

The Yangon abbot's words are blurred, and there are obviously some incomplete and untrue things that are covering up.

"At midnight, no wonder the bell had to be struck twelve times in a row."

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up, and he grasped the key immediately, and the glimmer of life suddenly became even more dazzling.

At midnight, it is the beginning of Yang's birth and also the extreme Yin time.

The Buddha's transformation of this Qilin Paradise must have some loopholes, otherwise there would be no reason to deliberately let the monster in.

He didn't know yet, because of the withering of the lotus pond, there are now monsters everywhere in the Pure Land.

He looked up at the dark and deep sky. It was not far away now, and there was about an hour left.

The key to the problem now is how to last until that time.

The mountain-like back of the God of Galan has already risen from the ruins. Not to mention an hour or a quarter of an hour, he can kill him a hundred times.

Boom! The head of God Galan stretched out from the earth and rocks, and roared angrily: "Li Qing..."

A mountain came towards him, and with a bang, he smashed him hard into the soil and rocks with his head and back.

"Shan." Li Qingshan said the last word for him, and then put down the mountain moving order in his hand. If he was hit by another lion roar, even if he was shocked for a moment, he would be dead.

The Great Sage of Moving Mountain gave him the three mountains, and Huangyajian killed Wuhua Ghost Immortal, and this was the second Langya Mountain.

Unlike Lingshan, these three mountains are all refined innate magic weapons, which contain the power of the law. Even if the God of Galan was hit by this, his headache would be split, and his back would be cracked, as if he had broken apart. Especially, his anger was stuffy in his chest, he was about to die of swelling and his internal organs were displaced, and he would not be able to relieve his energy for a while.

"Amitabha, bless the fourth brother." Li Qingshan said to the abbot of Yangon: "Don't be impressed, it's just a mountain, I'll give it to you."

Moreover, because it landed on the ruins of Lingshan, this Langya Mountain is even taller than Lingshan. It will probably not take long to grow flowers, plants and trees, and the top of the mountain is covered with heavy snow. But there will be no more messy murals and statues, and the whiteness is really clean.

The abbot of Yangon couldn't laugh at this joke. He looked at the Langya Mountain blankly, and suddenly realized something and murmured: "The mountains go and the mountains come, the flowers fall and the flowers bloom. There is no way to go and live or destroy the empty space."

Li Qingshan couldn't understand his verses and was trying hard to think of a countermeasure:

First, you should try to distance as much as possible and fly tens of thousands of miles in one breath. But for a god, shrinking the ground into an inch, and being close to the end of the world, the distance has no meaning.

The second thing is to go to a big city, take the city residents as hostages, and coerce the God of Galan. Not to mention whether God of Galan still eats this trick, he is unwilling to do bad things.

Or just use the ancient bronze sword with a mysterious origin and make it use of the God of Galan to make it without stopping. But isn't it so easy to kill God?

He thought of several countermeasures and denied them one by one. After thinking about it, there was only one way that might be effective.

"Monk, it's time for me to leave. Do you want to go together? Well, forget it, I'm afraid I can't cover you. Anyway, the God of Galan must come to me. It's not difficult for you to last until midnight. Let's go our separate ways!"

"Wait." Yangon abbot took out a book from his arms and handed it to Li Qingshan: "If you can escape from heaven, please hand it over to the successor of the white bones."

Li Qingshan took the book, but it was just a thin folded book, with no name on the cover. When he opened it, there was no word inside.

"What book is this?"

The abbot of Yangon said, "It's time for me to leave." He did not fly, but sat cross-legged in the air, his hands folded, his aging face shone with light, clear and transparent, as if he had put down a heavy burden, his expression was peaceful and silent.

Li Qingshan was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched it, and his body turned into smoke and dust and drifted away, leaving with the wind with the secret he discovered in the Great Leiyin Temple.

"Hey, it's easy for you to leave."

Li Qingshan shook his head, not knowing whether to be happy for him or sad for him. Langya Mountain in the distance shook violently and could fall in love at any time.

He stuffed the book into his arms and happened to touch something. He suddenly remembered an allusion and flew to Langya Mountain and spit on the rock wall.

"Go away!" With a squeak, he pasted the post with the Six-Syllable Mantra.

The mountain peaks were still shaking violently, and the posts slowly fell.

"Well, all fairy tales are lying!"

Li Qingshan turned around and ran away, and a ray of light disappeared into the sky.

In a blink of an eye, he came to the weak water again, and felt his whole body empty and he suddenly fell down, but this was exactly what he was trying to do.

The moment he entered the water, he turned into a spirit turtle, and with a thump, he escaped into the depths of the surging water. He chose a hidden place, retracted his head and limbs into the shell, restrained all his breath, and covered all his fate.

At the same time, a mirror clone soared into the sky, carrying his breath and fate, crossed three thousand weak waters, and rushed towards the distance.

At this time, there was still half an hour left when I left.

This is his only chance to survive. With the talent of the pure blood turtle, he will keep his hiding to the end.
Chapter completed!