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After a while, the Lord of Reincarnation struggled to find a token from his clothes and put it in Song Qingshu's hand.

Song Qingshu looked at the black token that looked like wood and jade in his hand, frowned, puzzled: "Lord of reincarnation, what are you doing?"

Just as the Lord of Reincarnation was about to speak, a blush appeared on his pale face, and then he coughed violently: "Cough cough cough... this is... cough cough cough!"

Seeing this, Song Qingshu hurriedly asked the Lord of Reincarnation to sit cross-legged.

Then I leaned my palms lightly on the eight trigrams on the Lord of Samsara's back, nourishing the Lord of Samsara's body with his own profound vitality.

After a while.

The Lord of Reincarnation took a breath, and the unhealthy blushes on his face faded a little.

"Well, I'm just out of breath for a while."

"Nourish others with your own vitality, and your own cultivation will be affected."

The Lord of Reincarnation stood up gently, rejected Song Qingshu's vitality nourishment, and his face returned to indifference.

Song Qingshu chuckled:

"The Lord of Reincarnation gave me such a great gift, even if I lose a few years of cultivation, what's the matter?"

The Lord of Reincarnation sneered, and just as he was about to say something, there was another itch in his throat: "Ahem, ahem..."

Seeing this, Song Qingshu wanted to continue nourishing the Lord of Reincarnation with his own vitality.

However, the lord of reincarnation did not let Song Qingshu approach him, but went away quietly.

With the figure of the lord of reincarnation away.

At the edge of the sky, the voice of the Lord of Reincarnation also came:

"Song Qingshu, take the treasure and leave here with others, I need to rest."

"Also, the token in your hand is the treasure to re-enter Samsara Lake, remember to keep it safe."

"After you finish your work in this world, you will come back with the token!"

Song Qingshu raised his brows when he heard this, and said loudly to the place where the Lord of Reincarnation disappeared: "Master of Reincarnation, why do I have to come back?"

The Lord of Reincarnation said indifferently:

"Because there are things here that you are worried about, and there are problems that you must solve."

"The most important thing is that the way of heaven is like this!"

Say the Lord of Reincarnation.

Song Qingshu's figure was forcibly teleported out of the treasure house and returned to the Bagua map.

Following Song Qingshu's figure to the ground.

The figure of Tangmen Valley Valley Master, Fengjian Mountain Villa Master, and Pengshan Patriarch also appeared on the Eight Diagrams.

Song Qingshu glanced lightly, and found that the three people had uncontrollable joy deep in their eyes.

Thinking about it, these three people should also have obtained unimaginable opportunities in their respective treasure houses.

"Sovereign, the three of us have gained something, what about the suzerain?"

The owner of Fengjian Mountain Villa changed his previous arrogance, bowed slightly to Song Qingshu, and said curiously.

Upon hearing this, the owner of the Tangmen Valley hurriedly tugged at the sleeve of the owner of Fengjian Mountain Villa, and cursed in a low voice: "You bastard, the suzerain is such a supernatural person, what he got must be a great chance!"

"Since it's such a great opportunity, how could you know about it?"

Patriarch Pengshan lightly squeezed his beard, looked at the owner of Tangmen Valley, and jokingly said:

"Master Gu, it wasn't you who said just now that the suzerain got the wooden token, shouldn't he get any good things?"

"Why are you acting so modest in front of the suzerain?"

Hearing this, the Valley Master of the Tangmen Valley was stunned for a moment, his face was bluish and uncertain, and then he said angrily: "Patriarch Pengshan, don't talk nonsense, the suzerain is in my heart, like the bright moon in the sky, and the white snow in the world, how can you be mediocre! "

Song Qingshu looked at the three people who were about to quarrel again, shook his head with a wry smile, and then raised his palm: "Everyone, I only got a ring, which is not a fetish, so there is no need to fight any more."

It turned out that it was when Song Qingshu was forcibly thrown out of the treasure house by the Lord of Reincarnation.

As soon as he grasped the God Ring of Gravity, he once again took advantage of the Lord of Reincarnation.

Say it.

Song Qingshu directly used the token given by the lord of reincarnation, waved his palm to open the door of reincarnation space, and returned to the bank of reincarnation lake.

Just when Song Qingshu set foot on the bank of Samsara Lake.

A palm print, like thunder, came towards Song Qingshu.

Chapter 312

The moment Song Qingshu stepped out of the Samsara Lake, he had indeed thought about how the world would welcome him.

Perhaps it was the terrified cry of the disciples of the three sects.

Perhaps it was the scolding and roaring of one of the three sects.

Perhaps it was plain, no one dared to pant in front of him.

Because he had killed four Nascent Soul cultivators with a knife here.

and so.

Song Qingshu believes that in a short period of time, the attitudes of the three sects towards him should not be so radical.

At the very least, you can leave some time for yourself to become stronger.

But Song Qingshu never thought of it.

The world's welcome to him was not as complicated as he imagined.

He was greeted with a palm.

A palm that is three inches thicker and one foot wider than the wooden vegetable pier.

The surface of this fist was as dark as night, filled with a ghostly aura.

Shattered the space in front of Song Qingshu, and directly crushed it with supreme power.

This punch is not to take advantage of others' danger, nor is it a sneak attack.

But to kill!

Song Qingshu recalled today's palm afterwards, and had to admit that it was really not a sneak attack.

Because Song Qingshu had never seen such a surprise attack.

This fist has a ghostly aura, but it appears very aboveboard.

When Song Qingshu saw this palm coming, the palm print was at least a dozen feet away from his face.

No one can sneak attack with palm prints alone.

Maybe the flying sword can, but the palm can't.

The reason why this palm can be seen by Song Qingshu.

Because of the moment it appeared.

The mist floating lightly by the lake of reincarnation was blown by the palm wind into finer particles.

In the mist, an airway broken by palm prints appeared.

Song Qingfeng saw the palm through the air path generated by the palm print.

And that weak scholar in black robes.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to think about how this weak scholar swung this thunderous palm.

He didn't even have time to see the appearance of that weak scholar clearly.

Because in the blink of an eye.

The palm print, which was thicker than Mu Caidun, had already landed an inch on Song Qingshu's chest after shattering the water mist by the Samsara Lake.

In Song Qingshu's sight.

This palm print suddenly became extremely slow.

And at such a moment, Song Qingshu actually recalled his previous life.

A simple palm.

Then I experienced the fear of life revolving around.

And One Palm, relying on its super strength, has just created an absolute kill that is not a sneak attack but is more terrifying than a sneak attack!

Faced with such a palm that can already shatter the space, it seems to be faster than the sound.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to raise the Zixue soft sword behind his back, and he didn't have time to use Lei Lingfeng's legs.

He didn't even have time to yell.

The only thing Song Qingshu could do was to think about it.

Thinking about it is an idea.

Thoughts exist faster than light and lightning.

Follow Song Qingshu's thoughts.

Hell Terrace, who was in love with Song Qingshu, also rang softly in the air.

Immediately, Hell Terrace rushed in front of this palm print, rapidly expanding its body.

Song Qingshu's strange screams were still brewing in his chest and abdomen when he received a strong death threat.

The trembling skin stimulated by the shadow of death has not yet supported the fine hair.

Hell Terrace is already as big as a hill.

He separated Song Qingshu's figure from this palm.

To Song Qingshu, that ghostly palm was a god of death wielding a sickle.