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So he was covered with dust and spider silk.

A few sporadic mushrooms actually grew on the pondering land under his feet.

But Song Qingshu's temperament became more and more quiet and lofty.

Like a banished fairy who strayed into the world of mortals.

Even if his hair is full of spider silk and his robe is full of dust.

But he seemed so detached from the world, so the turbid things on his body took on some sacred meaning.

Another three months later.

There are more and more turbid things on Song Qingshu's body.

But his demeanor became more detached.

With the balance of the two phases, Song Qingshu's temperament is more elegant and detached from the world than it was three months ago.

I do not know how long it has been.

There was a patter in Song Qingshu's belly.

Then the golden pill the size of a grain of sand disappeared in the stomach.

When the golden elixir reappeared, it had already reached Song Qingshu's middle palace, vibrating gently as if it was alive.

The breathing between Jin Dan's huffing and puffing is longer than when he was in Song Qingshu's belly.

After a slight tremor, Jin Tan fell asleep like a tired baby.

This is the end.

The energy of the countless spiritual stones in the cornucopia happened to be completely absorbed by Song Qingshu, and there was no more trace of it.

"Is this the Nascent Soul Realm?"

Song Qingshu opened his eyes, the black pupils were as deep as a universe.

Then Song Qingshu got up and stood up, squeezed his fist, and murmured with a flat and joyful mood.

Song Qingshu's clear eyes glanced lightly at the cave wall.

puff!

The walls of the cave flew away like dust, and the sky was full of dust.

Song Qingshu put away the cornucopia and walked out of the cave.

Song Qingshu raised his foot, and deliberately stomped hard on the mountain peak under his feet.

boom!

The thousands of feet high mountain peak was broken by Song Qingshu's foot, and falling rocks rolled down from the mountain.

"what!"

Song Qingshu pulled out the purple blood soft sword that had been disconnected long ago behind him, and slashed forward with all his strength.

Then a white sword energy of thousands of feet slashed towards the other mountains in front of him.

With a few muffled noises.

The mountain in front of him was not cut off by the horizontal waist, but was directly crushed into powder and fly ash by the power of the sword energy.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Song Qingshu looked at the countless shattered mountains in front of him, first let out a chuckle, and then laughed arrogantly.

Following Song Qingshu's voice, he laughed loudly.

For a moment, the space where Song Qingshu was standing seemed to be shaking and restless.

The sound wave spread thousands of miles away with the trembling space, and it was extremely heroic.

Rumble.

Just when Song Qingshu was ecstatic that he had stepped into the first stage of Yuanying.

A dull thundercloud formed above Song Qingshu's head.

There are endless thunder lights flashing in the thunder clouds, and the winter thunder shakes in the heavy clouds.

"I have just stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm, and I can usher in the two-color catastrophe?"

Song Qingshu looked up at the red and blue thunderbolts flickering in the thunder cloud, a disdainful smile raised at the corner of his mouth, and whispered.

Ordinary Heavenly Tribulation, as long as the cultivator's performance is too outstanding, it is possible to encounter it at any time on the road of cultivation.

But these two colors are catastrophes.

However, Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was a catastrophe that monks could only encounter when they stepped from the fourth level of the Nascent Soul to the fifth level of the Nascent Soul.

but now.

Song Qingshu had just stepped into the first stage of Yuanying when he encountered this catastrophe.

Such unreasonable playing of cards is probably a way of expressing that this world is dissatisfied with the speed of Song Qingshu's practice.

Thinking of this.

Song Qingshu didn't dodge or dodge, he flew directly into the sky, and after a while he got into the thundercloud.

boom!

The two-color thundercloud seems to be conscious.

After Song Qingshu got into the thundercloud, it felt like it was being provoked.

All of a sudden, the entire sky was filled with thunder, half of the sky was red, and half of the sky was filled with blue.

Thunderbolts as thick as buckets struck Song Qingshu like thunder dragons.

There was a soft pop.

The robe on Song Qingshu's body was pulverized by the thunder.

The sound of hissing thunder lingered around Song Qingshu.

Although being struck by lightning.

However, the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth still had a light smile, like a spring breeze.

Chapter 428

"Crack!"

A crisp thunder sounded in Song Qingshu's ear.

A blue Thunder Snake raised its head in the air, and swam hundreds of miles in the air with a burst of light.

A red fire dragon roared and breathed fire among the thunderclouds, and the fire light illuminated the dark sky, extremely scorching.

A heavy rain is brewing in the two-color thunderclouds, and the dark clouds are thick and oppressive.

Like a huge black pot buckled above the ground, lightning roared and churned in the clouds.

"It's still too weak, and the current Heavenly Tribulation is still too weak."

"The current Lei Jie can't even be called an appetizer..."

Song Qingshu casually slapped away a thunder dragon that was approaching like a thunder dragon, frowned, and murmured.

Not long after Song Qingshu spoke.

The scenery above the sky changed suddenly, and the flickering lights began to gather together.

And the dark clouds all over the sky are now rushing towards Song Qingshu.

The speed of the thunderstorm became faster, and many of them were about to collide together.

Song Qingshu's bloody coat has been chopped into dust and powder.

So he randomly found a spirit armor from the storage bag and put it on himself.

The spirit armor fluttered in the fierce wind of Lei Jie. Song Qingshu faced the strong wind and looked at the thunder cloud, his eyes became more and more fiery.

"coming?"

Following Song Qingshu's soft murmur.

An arc of tens of feet wide appeared in the sky, spreading in all directions.

The ink-splattered sky seemed to be torn open one after another, and a golden light suddenly appeared above the sky.

"Kick!"

A thunder arc of tens of feet wide hit Song Qingshu's body, shaking Song Qingshu's body, and green smoke rose from his body.

"Hey!"

After the green smoke rose, the two-color thunder robbery refused to even give Song Qingshu a chance to breathe.

With a soft chirp, a large piece of silver light immediately enveloped Song Qingshu.

All of a sudden, the aftermath of two-color lightning spread across Song Qingshu's body.

The thunder arc chirped in Song Qingshu's ear, making his hair stand on end and a layer of small bumps appeared on his body.

Although Song Qingshu looked particularly embarrassed at this time.

But in fact, Song Qingshu had never suffered any physical injuries.

"It's still too weak. This kind of Thunder Tribulation can't do much to temper the body and then strengthen itself."

Song Qingshu opened his mouth and swallowed a blue thunder snake, trying to absorb the energy of the natural avenue directly from the thunder calamity and strengthen himself.

But after feeling the rare power of nature in Thunder Snake, Song Qingshu shook his head dissatisfied, and murmured a few words softly.

"rise!"

After Song Qingshu took a deep breath, he let out a sharp sound and then continued to fly upwards.

Look at those dark clouds on the dome.