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"Don't kill me! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Under Song Qingshu's beating, the primordial spirit of the chanting statue struggled and howled in pain, and then burst into pieces.

It turned into the rules of the avenue, dissipated and disappeared in the air.

At this point, the statue of the chanting god, which can be called a giant of a generation, has been devastated, and his body and spirit are completely destroyed!

In fact, the moment the chanting god's body exploded, this result was already doomed, so Song Qingshu was not surprised.

But some people were shocked.

Because Song Qingshu was talking and laughing, and killed the strongest disciples of the five major sects of Yuhua Tianmen in just a few rounds.

And those disciples are still regarded as the hope and future of the sect by the five major sects.

Such a scene.

Some people can't believe it, can't accept it, and can't admit it.

This person is the Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen, a terrifying giant at the fourth level of the God Transformation Realm.

As the first person in charge of this event.

He thought that a few disciples were enough to kill Song Qingshu, but he never wanted to be killed, more thoroughly than a dead dog...

Chapter 449 Battle Immortal Bell

"How could this be...?"

"The number one disciples of the five major sects of Yuhua Tianmen are all united, and even opponents at the first level of the God Transformation Realm dare not compete."

"A little Song Qingshu is just a strong person at the third level of Yuanying, why?"

The Eight Elders of Yuhua Tianmen traveled to Taixu, insight into Song Qingshu's world with supreme thoughts.

Looking at the five disciples who had died so miserable, he felt extremely ashamed, and at the same time he roared angrily.

It was originally in the mind of the Eighth Elder.

Among the five great disciples, any one sent randomly should beat Song Qingshu like a dead dog.

But I didn't expect the five people to come together, each showing their supernatural powers, but they were still killed by Song Qingshu at will.

Thinking of this.

The Eighth Elder couldn't control his desire to tear off Song Qingshu's head himself.

But the world where Song Qingshu lived was flawed.

Even if the eighth elder takes action by himself, he can only reach the eighth level of Nascent Soul at most.

At that time, he really didn't dare to guess who would win the game.

"No! You can't just let Song Qingshu go like this!"

Say it.

The Eighth Elder reluctantly took out a small bell from his pocket.

The whole body of the small bell is silver and white, dazzling, and there are inscriptions of the Dao Rune on it.

Against the backdrop of the silver light, the little clock became incomparably sacred and powerful, with fairy energy lingering on it, and a little glow.

"This is a low-grade fairy artifact of the Yuhua Tianmen. Those who can die on it must at least be masters of the god-forming realm."

"Song Qingshu, enjoy yourself."

After saying that, the Eighth Elder directly tore open the door of space.

After aiming at Song Qingshu's standing position, he threw Xiao Zhong down directly.

hum!

Xiao Zhong traveled through the space-time tunnel, and then landed on the sky of Song Qingshu's world.

The strong wind in the sky kept beating the clock face, causing a slight trembling sound from the clock face.

boom!

The little bell rang against the storm.

In an instant, it turned into a big clock with a height of 81 feet and a width of 49 feet, which crashed down on Song Qingshu.

After the decisive battle with the five major disciples of Yuhua Tianmen, Song Qingshu was more or less tired.

So after the primordial spirit of the chanting statue was shattered by Song Qingshu's palm.

Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling a little relaxed.

Although this trace of emotion was extremely weak, it did make Song Qingshu's combat power not as good as at his peak in an instant.

And the time when the fairy clock appeared.

So it hit Song Qingshu, the most critical node, very delicately!

"Huh... it's finally over, it's time to prepare to enter the Samsara Lake."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, but he didn't know that the fairy bell was coming.

"Ding, the system issued a warning! There is extremely powerful energy approaching the host, and its power is enough to destroy the God Transformation Realm!"

Just when Song Qingshu turned his back to the sky.

The system in Song Qingshu's mind suddenly issued an extremely piercing warning sound, which made Song Qingshu instantly excited.

"Immediately analyze the energy source!"

Song Qingshu turned around abruptly, giving orders to the system while bringing his strength back to its peak.

"Ding, the system prompts that the energy source is being analyzed, and the analysis progress is [-]%, please be patient..."

The system beep has not finished.

The loud clang was even more palpitating than the sky thunder.

Above Song Qingshu's head, a big silver bell roared and shattered the void, flying towards Song Qingshu faster than thunder!

The big silver clock is very scary.

On its clock wall, the avenue of French is shining.

The light illuminated the sky, and when its bell wave came out, it smashed all the obstacles in front of Song Qingshu.

"Which temple's broken bell! How dare you shoot me behind your back!"

Song Qingshu looked at the big clock pressing on him, snorted coldly, and opened his lips disdainfully.

The vague big bell that emerged from the nine heavens was indeed extremely powerful, but Song Qingshu was invincible along the way.

Now if he would be afraid of this broken clock, that would be the most incredible thing.

However, even if Song Qingshu looked down on the big silver clock, he couldn't deny the infinite power of the big silver clock.

Under Song Qingshu's contempt, the big bell on the sky descended extremely quickly, with the power to suppress the eternal power!

"come!"

Song Qingshu roared angrily, picked up the platform of hell and threw it directly at the big silver clock.

The figure of Hell Terrace skyrocketed in the strong wind.

In less than a short breath, Song Qingshu's Hell Terrace grew to the size of a hill.

"boom!"

The night-colored Hell Terrace collided with the silvery bell, and there was an extremely loud metal explosion.

The laws on the big silver clock began to glow, and countless mysterious and incomparably ancient characters crawled out of the seed body and covered the platform of hell.

"Humph!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and snorted out those ancient characters that bound the hell platform.

The Hell Terrace began to become completely dark and foggy.

Clouds of black mist floated around it, it was the breath of Shura on the hell platform that was constantly rising and falling.

There are endless wailing sounds on the platform of hell.

With the continuous upgrading of the Hell Tower, today's Hell Tower can not only smash people.

The Shura ghost carved on the Hell Tower has been able to merge with the Hell Tower, thus exuding an infinite power that shocks the past and the present!

During the time when the Hell Tower and the Silver Bell competed with each other.

Song Qingshu made a decisive move, fighting against the silver bell with Hell Terrace.

Song Qingshu strode forward in the strong wind, his battle clothes fluttered uneasy.

Following Song Qingshu's roar, he went straight to kill the silver bell.

The artistic conception of Kun fluctuated in Song Qingshu's body, as if the splendid way of heaven was burning.

Set off Song Qingshu on the laws and regulations of heaven, and stand proudly among the peaks.

"boom!"

As the void was shattered, Song Qingshu came to the front of the silver bell and raised his fist to help the hell platform.

People who can attack Song Qingshu secretly are extremely terrifying and powerful, so we have to guard against them.

But Song Qingshu also knew.

The biggest threat at this time was the big silver bell, because it was the closest to Song Qingshu, so it had to be dealt with first.

The mouth of the silver bell exudes a bright light, and the Hell Terrace is about to be sucked in.

Song Qingshu was furious when he saw this.

Then Song Qingshu's battle armor fluttered in the wind, and he stretched out a hand to the silver bell, and struck straight forward.

Following Song Qingshu's strikes like this, it seemed as if he could see palm prints transformed into thunder flying out one after another.

It was like a real palm, and Song Qingshu's palm hit the clock wall together.