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"boom!"

Song Qingshu's palm slapped him west with a thunderous aura of death.

"Hehe, when did a person in the third stage of Nascent Soul dare to be so rampant?"

After saying that, Song Qingshu lowered a white palm above the western sky, the palm was like a crystal of jade, and he patted it down.

"Eightfold Nascent Soul?!"

Song Qingshu looked at Yuzhang, opened his lips in disbelief and lost his voice.

The jade palm lingers with the aura of returning to nature, if the performer hadn't reached the eighth-layer fetal breath of the Nascent Soul, he would not be able to perform it no matter what.

There was a muffled bang.

Song Qingshu's random punch was wiped out and lost in the void.

And the jade palm above the sky was shattered into countless fragments, and blood fell from the sky.

"get out!"

Song Qingshu looked at the shattered jade palm and his dissipated fist, and roared indifferently.

In the east of Song Qingshu, there is a voice:

"I originally wanted to kill you at will, and then take your head back."

"Now it seems that I have to look at you more squarely."

Say it.

A bang.

The brilliance of Song Qingshu's Eastern You Formation rushed straight into the sky, and the light filled the sky and the earth.

There was the sound of chanting sutras, and an extremely huge figure appeared in the void.

The mysterious figure sat cross-legged, with a bright silver halo surrounding his whole body.

"How can you raise your strength to the eighth level of Nascent Soul in this world?"

Song Qingshu looked at himself in the east and said.

The person sitting cross-legged in the east of Song Qingshu was silent for a while, then opened his lips to Song Qing and said: "I have a secret treasure on me, which can weaken the coercion of the incomplete way of heaven."

When Song Qingshu heard the words, he couldn't help but suddenly realized.

"Why talk so much?"

In the north of Song Qingshu, there was a sound explosion.

In the north, there is an infinite amount of golden light that shines ten thousand zhang long, spraying auspicious clouds.

Ruixia filled the sky and earth, and then an extremely huge figure manifested in the north.

The face on the figure is solemn and solemn, extremely compassionate and divine.

This is another huge statue, golden in color, sitting cross-legged in the air, taller than a mountain.

Song Qingshu glanced at the statue of the northern god, then closed his eyes, and opened his lips and said, "Is it Yuhua Tianmen?"

"In order to hunt and kill me, how many people have you dispatched?"

The oriental chanting god smiled slightly:

"The rules of heaven in this world are lacking, and we can only send five people from Yuhua Tianmen."

"But killing you should be enough!"

heard.

Song Qingshu looked around and Tianyu.

"Enemies on all sides?"

Song Qingshu murmured softly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Chapter 436

"What's so funny about you?"

Song Qingshu's figure in the north condensed into a six-foot-long golden body, the whole body was crystal clear and brilliant, and he was holding a green bamboo that could be grasped in the palm of his hand.

The existence of Zhang Liu's golden body was floating in the air, looking at the chuckle on Song Qingshu's mouth, he asked with a frown.

Song Qingshu said nothing, then looked around:

"Who else?"

"Come out, don't forget to report your name, my fists never kill unknown people."

Song Qingshu just finished his words.

In Song Qingshu's south, there was a cow's cry, like a response to Song Qingshu: "What!"

Song Qingshu frowned, thinking that the one standing in the south of him and trying to chase him down was a bull demon.

There was a humming sound.

Vigorous purple air hit Song Qingshu head-on from the east of Song Qingshu.

There was an old cow in the distance of Ziqi, slowly walking towards Song Qingshu.

There was a phantom on the back of the bull that was ups and downs, and the phantom was carrying a fairy sword, and it appeared in front of Song Qingshu like this.

"The number one disciple of Yuhua Tianmen Shenjianzong, you can call me the old man riding a bull."

The old man riding a bull yawned and spoke to Song Qingshu with disdain.

Immediately after the old man riding the bull came out was an existence based in the west of Song Qingshu.

Boom.

Song Qingshu's western sky was in chaos.

The yin and yang qi are turbulent there, and there is a nebula lingering there, as if it is eternal, shining and shining, very spectacular.

"Yuhua Tianmen Wanfazong's first disciple, a Taoist who understands the law."

A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe of yin and yang appeared in the west of Song Qingshu.

The middle-aged man's face was as indifferent as a piece of ice, one of his pupils was bright and the other was dark.

These people showed up next to the lake of reincarnation one after another, causing inexplicable changes, and this dilapidated world trembled and shook.

"The way of heaven is incomplete, it is impossible for you group of people to attack at the same time, so there is no need to pretend to be a large number of people."

"Who will come first?"

Song Qingshu finished circling around himself, with a rather indifferent smile on his lips, he opened his lips and said.

Just as Song Qingshu thought.

The way of heaven in this world is lacking, and the projections of the masters of Yuhua Tianmen have reached their limit in this world.

If they act together, this world will definitely not be able to accommodate them.

Therefore, even though Song Qingshu was surrounded by others.

Song Qingshu faces only one enemy each time, so Song Qingshu is confident and doesn't feel any fear.

As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, a solemn roar came from the north: "Song Qingshu, the Ninth Elder you killed is my uncle, this time let me kill you with my own hands!"

Song Qingshu looked at Song Qingshu with the six-foot golden body in the north, and an angry look appeared on his golden face.

Song Qingshu looked at the six-foot-long golden body in the north, sneered and said:

"Elder Ninth? I don't remember, he didn't tell me his name."

"By the way, let's sign up. One day I will recall the person who died in my hand, and I will have a thought."

After listening to Song Qingshu's words, Zhang Liu Jinshen felt that he had encountered the greatest insult in his life.

So Zhang Liu's golden body said in a cold voice:

"The one who killed you!"

"Hey!"

Zhang Liu's golden body shot out in anger, and he stopped sitting cross-legged.

Its whole body is golden yellow, its treasure appearance is solemn, and it comes with big strides. The eightfold aura of the Nascent Soul lingering on its body can be called unrivaled!

The golden body of Zhang Liu raised his hand, and a green bamboo pointed out.

The green bamboo was extremely green, and it hit Song Qingshu's body. This blow was simple and without waves, seemingly simple and plain.

But even though Song Qingshu had reached the third stage of Yuanying, he had to take this blow seriously.

he knows.

This green bamboo is definitely a very powerful blow from Zhang Liu's golden body.

"You have a broken bamboo, I have a hell tower!"

Song Qingzhu looked at the green bamboo that was about to be hit on his body, sneered, and threw the hell platform at Zhang Liu's golden body.

There was a muffled bang.

The green bamboo with the rules of the road was blown away by the Hell Terrace.

Holding the green bamboo in his hand, the tiger's mouth of Zhang Liu's golden body was shattered by the green bamboo, and countless blood flowed out.

"Nanwu!"

Feeling the pain from the palm of Zhang Liu's golden body, he became even more angry, and opened his mouth to yell at Song Qingshu.

The six-foot-long golden body spoke words and took shape, and the killing intent was so infinite that Song Qingshu was overwhelmed.

"roll!"

Song Qingshu stared at the words that rushed towards him, and let out a sharp roar.

boom.