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Besides the two of them, there were many terrifying fighters swarming towards Song Qingshu.

Surround Song Qingshu in the battle circle, and continue to encircle and suppress Song Qingshu.

For a while, the place where Song Qingshu stood was full of treasures and magic, and the light of the gods shone in the sky.

"kill!"

After Song Qingshu roared, he slapped the Heavenly Tribulation Palm with his left hand, and held a broken sword handle in his right hand, killing all the opponents in front of him non-stop.

Fighting continuously with these creatures, there was an extremely fierce fight between the two.

The method of chanting the god image is really too powerful and weird.

These divine soldiers summoned by the chanting statues are too terrifying.

Each one has the cultivation base of the eighth level of Nascent Soul, and any one of them is comparable to the Zhangliu Golden Body.

As powerful as Song Qingshu, the battle has just begun.

The battle armor on his body has been smashed into small holes, and his soul is already feeling tired and weak.

And those endless spears, war halberds, sky daggers, etc. fell on Song Qingshu's body as if they were tireless, causing Song Qingshu to suffer bursts of pain.

However, Song Qingshu became more and more interested in the Vietnam War.

Every time he killed a magic soldier, Song Qingshu felt a warm current pouring into his body, constantly nourishing his flesh and blood.

Therefore, the more Song Qingshu killed, the more he wanted to raise his head and sing happily.

Chapter 448 Deader Than A Dead Dog

"System, what's going on here? Why do I feel happier physically and mentally the more I fight?"

Song Qingshu shattered a fairy sword that was stabbing at him, tore off the head of a magic soldier, and said to the system in surprise.

Now every time Song Qingshu kills an enemy, he can feel his cultivation level increase slightly.

Although this is a good thing, Song Qingshu still wants to understand the cause and effect.

After all, there is no small matter in building roads, if you are not careful, you will die, Song Qingshu really has to be careful.

Following Song Qingshu's order, the sound of the system's mechanical gears resounding in Song Qingshu's ears: "Ding, the system is scanning the host, please wait patiently, the scanning progress is 20.00%."

"Ding, the system is scanning the host, please wait patiently, the scanning progress is 40.00%."

"Ding, the system is scanning the host, please wait patiently, the scanning progress is 60.00%."

……

"Ding, the system is scanning the host, please wait patiently, the scanning progress is 90.00% nine."

"Ding, the scan is complete, and the results show that every time the host kills, the Yuanshen villain will automatically absorb the life force of others to strengthen itself."

After listening to the analysis of the system.

Song Qingshu couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were full of joy and surprise.

Although Song Qingshu also heard in the Tiandi chat group that some primordial spirits can have special skills after cultivation.

But those special skills are nothing more than weak skills such as strengthening the body, strengthening the spirit, and nourishing the yin.

Like Song Qingshu Yuanshen, he can absorb the life force of others while killing people.

Not only has Song Qingshu never heard of it, it seems that the great emperors in the Tiandi chat group have never mentioned it.

"Could it be that it's because I practiced the Infinity Emperor's Taiqing Yuanying Art that the Yuanshen possessed such special skills?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is too strong! Hahaha!"

While being overjoyed, Song Qingshu casually raised his hand and struck out a fist wind, which shattered countless magic soldiers.

Then waves of warmth poured into Song Qingshu's body, making Song Qingshu's cultivation stronger by a few points.

As Song Qingshu killed more and more people, the speed at which the Nascent Soul villain absorbed life energy also became faster and faster.

Finally, a round of golden vortexes emerged on the body surface of the Nascent Soul villain, and within the vortexes were one after another profound Dao laws, crazily plundering external forces.

hum!

He clenched his right fist and slammed into the air, causing the space to tremble and vibrate.

The breath of Kunyi permeated the air, and the yin and yang qi circulated in his hands, throbbing with the terrifying power of Heavenly Tribulation.

Song Qingshu swept away the gods with the combination of the Heavenly Tribulation Palm and the breath of Kun that he had just learned.

boom!

A big explosion was transferred from Song Qingshu's palm to the divine soldiers in front of him.

Half of the magic soldiers died in the explosion, and their limbs and broken bodies were flying all over the sky for a while.

And the tyrannical breath of life was absorbed into Song Qingshu's body by the villain of Yuanshen on top of Song Qingshu's head.

So Song Qingshu not only didn't feel a little tired, but felt that he was bathed in a drizzle of spring breeze.

The body is light and the heart is full of joy.

"Kill!"

After so many people died, those magic soldiers and horses actually let out the sound of killing, becoming more and more brave and not afraid of death.

"Broad noise!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly and stared coldly.

boom.

Several Primordial Fierce Beasts exploded together with its master into blood powder.

Bloody battles followed one after another.

"puff!"

Song Qingshu held up the broken sword in his hand, and struck out suddenly, the sword glowed brilliantly.

An opponent's forehead was directly pierced by the sword glow.

"Crack!"

He stretched out his hand towards the divine soldier, and tore apart the two formidable enemies including their mounts.

……

in the next time.

Song Qingshu kept swinging his sword.

out palm.

look coldly.

roar.

steps.

Raise your fist.

The enemy army, like a divine soldier descending from the sky, kept dying in Song Qingshu.

Nothing new, no surprises.

When the head of the last enemy was blown to pieces, brains and blood foam flowed on the ground together.

Song Qingshu's body was covered with other people's blood, but he never shed a drop of blood.

A gust of wind blew up beside the reincarnation lake, and the robe on Song Qingshu's battle armor was blown to the ground.

The hair on his head was full of blood foam, like Shura who came out of the Nine Nether Hell.

"Is this your reliance?"

Song Qingshu looked at the statue of the chanting god, smiled coldly, and said disdainfully.

The emotion on the face of the chanting god is indescribable despair.

He looked at Song Qingshu, his lips twitched, but he hadn't said anything yet.

And a stream of black and smelly blood flowed out of his mouth, soaking his Taoist robe.

"Die."

Song Qingshu probed his hand towards the void, first opened his five fingers, and then closed them suddenly.

Snapped.

The air in Song Qingshu's palm was crushed directly.

The space next to the chanting statue was also shattered, and then an extremely terrifying pressure squeezed towards the chanting statue.

Snapped!

The body of the statue of the chanting god was first distorted into an incomprehensible posture.

Immediately, his physical body directly cracked and shattered into a puddle of blood foam.

It should be noted that the realm of chanting god statues has reached the eighth stage of Yuanying.

Even if he didn't deliberately cultivate his physical body, his physical body can be said to be invulnerable to water and fire, and can be penetrated into gold and stone.

The divine weapon is hard to kill, the sky fire is hard to burn, the physical body is extremely strong, but at this time it is directly cracked!

The blood mist dissipated, and a small man with golden light rushed up from the body of the statue of the chanting god, trying to escape.

That was the primordial spirit of the chanting statue. Before he died, the chanting statue did not forget to save a way out for himself.

At this time, the primordial spirit of the chanting statue was protected by the inexplicable Dao law, and it was not wiped out immediately.

"madness."

Song Qingshu gave the primordial spirit a cold look and let out a cold snort.

Song Qingshu's voice sounded like thunder in the ears of the chanting god statue.

For a moment, the space trembled like ripples, spreading uneasy.