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"The strength is low, and the background is unknown. Compared with the first disciple of the Shenzhen Sect, it is only Yinghuo and Haoyue!"

Song Qingshu laughed, raised his head, and looked at the extremely profound formation: "That's the case."

"Wouldn't it be interesting if the radiance of the fireflies was stronger than that of the bright moon?"

Say it.

Song Qingshu opened his lips to the system in his mind and said:

"System, find out where the person who cast the circle is hiding in the world as quickly as possible!"

heard.

The sound of the mechanical gears of the system sounded.

"Ding, the system prompts that the hiding place of the person who cast the formation is being scanned. The scanning progress is 5.00%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the hiding place of the person who cast the formation is being scanned, and the scanning progress is [-]%. Please wait patiently."

……

Although the system in Song Qingshu's mind now is much more powerful than before.

But it doesn't run fast enough.

So the scan of the system takes time.

But the three old men riding the bull just didn't want to give Song Qingshu time.

Sitting cross-legged behind the old bull rider and Taoist Mingfa, the statue of the chanting god is surrounded by a bright silver halo.

He dropped his hands naturally, his face was calm, and he murmured the incomparably profound decree words: "Tarka Mo is coming..."

One golden golden symbol after another emerged above the sky, imprinted on the sky, making an extremely loud sound.

Like three thousand gods reciting in the sky.

Like [-] evil spirits howling in the underworld.

Incomparably shocking and soul-stirring.

Every time he recited a word, it turned into a huge mountain of symbols, accompanied by the endless thunder roaring in the sky.

After the symbol flew across the sky, it pressed towards Song Qingshu. This is a very strange and terrifying scene.

"The Sutra of Saving Human Immortals?"

"I didn't expect to master this technique. It seems that Yuhua Tianmen's foundation is really profound."

Song Qingshu looked at the characters in the air, with a solemn expression on his face, and his lips parted.

One symbol after another jumped out of the mouth of the chanting god like a thunderstorm.

What he recited is the Sutra of Saving Human Immortals, and at the time of great accomplishment, all living beings can be saved, and now he is doing his best to save Song Qingshu.

"Song Qingshu, although your physical body is extremely powerful! But how can there be perfect people in the world?"

"The Sutra of Saving Human Beings pays attention to the slaughter of the primordial spirit. No matter how unparalleled your physical strength is, I can easily slaughter you!"

The statue of the chanting god looked at the countless characters that had been photographed by Song Qingshu, and said with a sneer.

Song Qingshu looked at the oncoming golden characters, and felt a burning pain between his brows.

So Song Qingshu closed his eyes extremely bored.

"Song Qingshu, die!"

Seeing Song Qingshu's painful expression, the statue of the chanting god couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Is there any perfect person in the world? Let me prove it to you!"

After Song Qingshu closed his eyes, he opened them suddenly, with a flash of light in his eyes.

Then a villain ran out from between Song Qingshu's eyebrows. The villain looked at the symbols all over the sky and roared angrily.

Brush it.

Countless symbols exploded into the sky...

Chapter 441 Xiaosheng

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain looks extremely small in the golden symbols and words all over the sky.

Like a villain under a giant mountain, extremely small and inconspicuous.

However, the giant mountain toppled and fell, but did not crush the villain.

The villain looked up at the giant mountain, roaring and roaring.

So the huge mountain collapsed and fell, and the villain stood proudly in the world, invincible and invincible.

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain looks exactly like Song Qingshu, but he is smaller than Song Qingshu.

"Humph!"

"Those few characters just now are nothing more than me doing it at will!"

"Song Qingshu, if you are really a hero, then give me another move!"

The statue of the chanting god looked at Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain and shattered his infinity symbol, his face turned slightly pale, and he snorted coldly.

While listening to the scanning sound of the system, Song Qingshu sneered and replied to the chanting statue: "If you are not willing, just shoot!"

"Hmph, wait, wait until I extract a mouthful of pure heaven and earth vitality!"

The chanting god snorted coldly, and closed his eyes again, like dead wood.

Song Qingshu smiled coldly:

"Waiting for you to refine? Do you think I'm a fool?"

Lightning arcs flickered beneath his feet.

The vitality of heaven and earth began to tremble slightly.

This is the best embodiment that Song Qingshu's figure is about to disappear into the void.

Like the next moment.

Song Qingshu was about to bully himself in front of the statue of the chanting god and kill him with one punch.

However, under Song Qingshu's feet, the arc of lightning had just arisen, and it hadn't flashed into a flash of lightning yet.

On the formation of Song Qingshu's dome, a thunder dragon simulated by pure rules flashed down.

The thunder dragon roared, shattered the void, and directly smashed down on Song Qingshu's body.

boom!

An extremely loud and piercing roar rang in Song Qingshu's ears.

Song Qingshu's battle armor was shattered by the lightning generated by the rules, and the skin under the battle armor was pitch black.

"I'll go to you!"

Song Qingshu groaned in pain.

Rumble!

As soon as he remembered to succeed, Song Qingshu's formation on the dome became even more arrogant.

Countless thunder dragons emerged from the formation.

After they let out the roar of the winter thunder, they mercilessly blasted towards Song Qingshu.

"System! Can't the scan be faster? Now I'm very passive!"

Song Qingshu kept moving his body amidst the thunder to avoid the howling thunder.

While speaking anxiously to the system.

"Ding, the system prompts that this is already the fastest speed of the system. If the scanning speed is forcibly increased, there may be irreversible danger."

The mechanical voice of the system sounded in Song Qingshu's ears again, cold and heartless.

There was no sign of being anxious because Song Qingshu was in crisis now.

"Ding, the system prompts that the hiding place of the person who cast the formation is being scanned. The scanning progress is 50.00%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the hiding place of the person who cast the formation is being scanned. The scanning progress is 60.00%. Please wait patiently."

……

Listening to the system's notification tone, Song Qingshu felt for the first time that its efficiency was too slow.

"Song Qingshu! The life of Zhang Liu Jinshen, use your head to pay for it!"

Just when Song Qingshu was avoiding the thunder.

There was a bang!

A silver dragon that was about to become an afterimage broke through the void behind Song Qingshu.

"Real dragon?"

Song Qingshu frowned slightly when he heard the deafening roar of the dragon, and turned his head to look behind him.

When Song Qingshu took a closer look.

Only then did he realize that the silver dragon was not a real dragon, but a sharp sword with a cold light.

A celestial sword shining with a chilling cold light came from breaking the space while swallowing the splendor of the majestic rays of light.

The old man riding a bull didn't know when he came behind Song Qingshu, and his strike was his strongest sword.

The old man riding a bull is the number one disciple of Yuhua Tianmen Shenjianzong, so the thing he is best at in his life is drawing swords.

No one knows how old the old man on the bull has lived, but his hard work can be seen from the calluses on his hands.

This sword entrusted all the old man's experience and understanding of kendo.

In other words, he never had any reservations about this sword...

Facing the Nascent Soul Eighth Layer powerhouse with an unreserved sword.