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"Want to run? No way!"

Song Qingshu looked at the font that quietly went away, let out angrily, and then raised his hand to grab the sky.

"The palm of the wild prisoner!"

Song Qingshu's heart moved slightly, so a pair of extremely huge and vicissitudes of life palms patted it on the sky.

puff!

There was the sound of air being smashed in the air.

Then there was a billowing air wave from the sky, hitting the place where Song Qingshu was standing.

The Great Wilderness Prisoner's Palm is no longer considered powerful among the martial arts that Song Qingshu has mastered.

But it is the most extensive control skill that Song Qingshu possesses.

In front of the Great Wilderness Prisoner's Heavenly Palm, even a flood dragon cannot escape.

Of course, Song Qingshu would not pay attention to a small word blown by the wind.

What surprised Song Qingshu was.

Just a split second before the Dahuang Prisoner's Palm was about to cover the small golden characters.

The small golden characters actually directly tore open the crack in space, and the figure escaped so that it could no longer be found.

boom!

The Great Wilderness Prisoner grasped the void with his palm, and there was a burst of wind.

Song Qingshu dissipated the Great Desolate Prisoner's Palm that had covered the sky, and his face looking up at the sky gradually became dignified.

Mo Xiejia is dead, and now Song Qingshu has become the strongest existence in this world.

And just now the Great Desolation Prisoner Sky Palm.

Song Qingshu also imbued it with a little aura of Daoism, and its power was even more powerful than usual.

But it was just such a palm, but it still made the small golden characters escape, making it hard to find.

This reality made Song Qingshu's brows even heavier.

At this time, the sky above the sky is clear and clear, with occasional floating clouds covering the light of the sky and casting a little shade on the world.

"Song Daoyou, what are you looking at?"

"Old owner Li was seriously injured, we can no longer sit idly by like this."

"I have used several silver needles for Mr. Li before, but I still can't stop his blood from flowing. Come and see."

Tang Xun looked at Song Qingshu holding a torn book and looking up at the sky.

Then Tang Xun looked at Li Zhan, who was unconscious on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and asked eagerly.

heard.

Song Qingshu still looked up at the sky, his face never changed.

Then Song Qingshu raised his finger, and there was an extremely lofty aura lingering between his fingers.

With a thud.

A clear light shot out from Song Qingshu's fingers.

Qing Guang hit Tang Xun's body.

In a blink of an eye, the shattered hole on Li Zhan's right arm was immediately healed by the clear light between Song Qingshu's fingers.

So Li Zhan's shoulder no longer bled profusely.

The muscles and blood vessels at the fracture of Li Zhan's shoulder began to squirm.

A fresh breath of life enveloped Li Zhan's wound.

"Ms. Li has embarrassed fellow Daoist Song."

"I didn't expect that Mo Xiejia could be so powerful. One sword cut off the sword, one cut off the arm..."

Li Zhan felt the coolness on his right arm, and knew that this was Song Qingshu's method to heal his body.

So Li Zhan sighed quietly, and whispered with a wry smile.

Song Qingshu shook his head:

"Old Master Li has worked hard, please rest well."

"For Nascent Soul powerhouses like you, although it is troublesome to have a broken arm, early rest can always heal the injury."

Li Zhan nodded and said nothing more.

Seeing that Li Zhan's shoulder was no longer bleeding profusely, Tang Xun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Just when Tang Xun wanted to say something to ease the somewhat dull atmosphere.

Boom!

Suddenly, a large cloud of heavy fog gathered above the sky.

The world suddenly fell into darkness.

There was the muffled sound of thunder rumbling behind Shen Yun.

If it weren't for the June day in the world, Tang Xun would really have thought it was the winter thunder rolling in the sky.

"This is how the same thing?"

Li Zhan's pale face looked extraordinarily dignified under the gloomy sky.

He looked up at the sky, and opened his lips doubtfully.

Song Qingshu frowned, looked up at the sky, and whispered:

"coming?"

The thunder above the sky rumbled and spread across the entire world in an instant.

Many casual cultivators standing outside the Black Feather Evil Sect were knocked to the ground by this lightning, groaning in pain.

People who can still stand.

For example, the ancestors of Pengshan, Song Qingshu, Li Zhan and Tang Xun looked up at the sky like statues at this time.

Where the winter thunder sounded, the holy radiance instantly illuminated the darkness of heavy clouds and thick fog.

High above the untouchable sky.

In the most central and brightest position of the holy radiance.

An extremely huge golden door is slowly opening.

Through the golden door.

Song Qingshu felt that a pair of eyes bigger than the sky were constantly yearning for the sky.

There are several pupils that are trembling and moving in the giant eyes.

Every time the pupils shake, the world Song Qingshu stands in will tremble accordingly.

"Are you looking for me?"

Song Qingshu looked up at the pupils in the golden gate, and said with a slight smile.

heard.

All the pupils of the giant eyes were gathered and superimposed together, staring closely at Song Qingshu's position.

"Scholar, did you kill him?"

Eye pupil looked at Song Qingshu, silent.

But Song Qingshu looked at this eye, and suddenly such a sentence sounded in his mind.

The sound transmission of thought power shows how powerful the owner of this eye is.

Song Qingshu stood proudly, smiled slightly and said:

"Scholar? Mo Xiejia?"

"That's right, I killed the scholar, do you have any opinions?"

There was an aura of pity and pity in the giant eyes, and the voice of the mind said:

"Although the scholar's cultivation base is weak, you shouldn't kill him."

"But since the scholar is dead, then you should die too."

Say it.

An extremely large ray of light fell from the giant eyes.

The indifference and bloodlust sounded in Song Qingshu's ears: "The light that destroys the world!"

Immediately, the so-called extinction light fell on Song Qingshu unstoppably.

Hiss!

As the light fell on Song Qingshu's body, bursts of blue smoke suddenly appeared on Song Qingshu's body.

"Go to hell!"

In fact, the Extinct Light did not corrode Song Qingshu's body immediately.

It just broke through the first defense line of vitality on Song Qingshu's body.

Just when the extinction light was about to shine on Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand, and after a roar, he stabbed at the sky with all his strength.

boom!

A sword path was shaken above the sky.

And Song Qingshu's sword intent followed the path of the sword and pierced the pair of giant eyes.

"puff!"

The giant eyes like glazed glass were extremely fragile under Song Qingshu's sword intent.