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"Thunder Tribulation Palm!"

Song Qingshu murmured secretly in his heart, so each of his palms carried the breath of extinction.

"when!"

The big silver clock dispersed extremely terrifying bell waves.

Zhong Bo made a shocking sound, and Song Qingshu's body trembled a little.

It was a low-grade fairy weapon, and it was a perfect fairy weapon, so it was extremely scary to hold it.

"How is this possible? A low-grade celestial weapon can kill a god! How can the Nascent Soul cultivator resist it?"

Seeing the decisive battle between Song Qingshu and Xianzhong, the Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen couldn't close his mouth...

Chapter 450 Cornucopia Talk

"Ding, the system prompts that the energy source is being analyzed, and the analysis progress is 20.00%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the energy source is being analyzed, and the analysis progress is 30.00%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the energy source is being analyzed, and the analysis progress is 40.00%. Please wait patiently."

……

"Ding, the system prompts that the energy source is being analyzed, and the analysis progress is 90.00%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the analysis of the energy source is completed, and the shooter is the Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen, who is in the fourth level of God Transformation."

After listening to the system's notification tone, Song Qingshu couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly: "Fourth level of Huashen? If it weren't for the lack of heaven, it would still be difficult for me to face such a person..."

clang!

Just when Song Qingshu fell into deep thought.

The silver-white bell, which was constantly confronting the Hell Tower, vibrated and trembled.

A series of sound waves capable of slaughtering gods shook the void into cracks and came straight to Song Qingshu.

Any sound wave emitted by the silver-white bell has unknown laws and regulations circulating and vibrating.

So even though Song Qingshu has reached the peak of his realm.

Under this unprovoked and terrifying sound wave, Song Qingshu's battle armor cracked one after another with fine lines.

His Yuanshen villain also felt pain and inexplicable irritability amidst the ringing of the bell.

"Hmph! Mess with me? Get out!"

Song Qingshu shook his head violently, and opened his eyes again.

Then those clock waves lingering in his mind suddenly shattered away.

But Song Qingshu just shattered the sound waves of bells lingering in his mind.

The avenue pattern on the silver clock glowed again and again.

The avenue pattern above the silver bell depicts tripod, bell, tower, furnace, spear, and other weapons respectively.

Now under the holy light, these weapons are all turning.

During the non-stop rotation, some weapons began to split and then formed into a whole group. In the end, these weapons turned into a fairy character to suppress Song Qingshu.

Boom!

As soon as this word came out, the stars in all directions moved, and the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas trembled.

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain frowned, extremely displeased.

Song Qingshu's ear drum made a "buzzing" sound, and the pain in his ear was extremely painful, as if blood would flow out of it at any moment.

"Tarty babbler, Zimma..."

As the fairy character appeared on the silver bell, it was as if someone was squatting on the bell in that piece of holy light.

His whole body was radiant, and he closed his eyes and silently recited the words of the divine way.

Then there was a kind of magnificent heavenly sound descending to Song Qingshu from the big silver bell, which was deafening.

The words spoken by the man in the holy light are like knives, and every sentence is like a sickle, cutting off people's souls and destroying people's souls.

Even if ordinary monks have reached the eighth level of the Nascent Soul, they will not be able to bear it under the words of the divine way.

Because this divine way law is too terrifying, it can almost reach the terrifying state of breaking people's hearts and splitting people's sea of ​​consciousness.

Especially under the embellishment of the bursts of bell waves, the power of the divine way is even more endless.

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain has cultivated the Taiqing Yuanying Art of the Infinite Great Emperor, and that Yuanshen villain has also withstood the baptism of several catastrophes.

In the process of constantly spitting out thunder, the Yuanshen villain has already been perfectly tempered, so he can withstand the suppression of the divine way.

But despite this, Song Qingshu was still impacted by the words of the Shinto.

It was as if an eternal immortal soldier was suppressing Song Qingshu, which made him feel extremely depressed, and almost screamed up to the sky.

"Immortal? What is an immortal?"

"Tao can give birth to one, one can give birth to two, who will give birth to all things?"

"What is the end of the cultivation, and what is the killing along the way?"

When Song Qingshu was fighting against that fairy character with all his strength.

The man in the holy light asked Song Qingshu one after another, each question was extremely profound.

Every word and sentence he uttered would destroy Song Qingshu's soul.

"Death to Laozi!"

Under the oppression of the soul of Xianzi, Song Qingshu's sea of ​​knowledge was in turmoil.

But he knew that if he did nothing, he would have fallen into that fairy's conspiracy.

So Song Qingshu raised his slender palm suitable for holding a sword and slapped forward.

One after another, thunderous palms with a sense of extinction first overlapped Song Qingshu's slender palms.

Then hit all of them on the body of the silver-white clock.

Rumble!

Several deafening sounds came from the silver-white bell.

Immediately, one after another indented marks appeared on the simple and sturdy big clock, which were palm marks and fist marks.

"How is this possible? The fairy bell is a low-grade fairy weapon, a low-grade fairy weapon..."

The Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen looked at the indentations on the fairy clock and was extremely shocked.

It should be noted that as long as anything has a little relationship with immortals, it is an extremely tyrannical existence.

The silver bell is a low-grade fairy weapon, so it is so extraordinary and almost indestructible.

However, Song Qingshu actually hit it unevenly with the physical strength of Yuanying's triple, which is really scary.

So far, Song Qingshu's strength has exceeded the expectations of everyone in Yuhua Tianmen at the beginning, and they have to re-evaluate Song Qingshu's danger!

The body of the big silver clock was hit, and the body of the clock shook violently for a while, and the ripples of the rules continued.

That is the supreme power of law. If there are ordinary monks fighting side by side with Song Qingshu at this time, they must die tragically due to the power of law.

"kill!"

The blurry figure above the big silver clock saw that the body of the clock was punched with holes one after another by Song Qingshu, and couldn't help shouting violently.

Rumble!

What comes from the word kill at will is the infinite kill that keeps falling from above the sky.

Killing light swayed in the sky like an aurora, and then disappeared into the invisible.

The killing seemed to dissipate, but in fact it became even more terrifying, like a fairy sword piercing Song Qingshu's mind.

Song Qingshu countered the killing sound above the fairy bell with the profound aura of Kunzhi's artistic conception.

But that killing words came from a fairy weapon, which is more in line with the Dao than Song Qingshu's artistic conception of Kun.

So Song Qingshu didn't know what to do with the killing words for a while.

Just as Song Qingshu desperately resisted the words on the silver bell.

The cornucopia that had been silent for a long time in Song Qingshu's storage bag suddenly emitted a few rays of light.

Immediately, the cornucopia broke free from the shackles of the storage bag, and quietly suspended in the sky.

"This is how the same thing?"

Song Qingshu looked at the colorful cornucopia in the air, couldn't help frowning, and murmured inexplicably.

Just when Song Qingshu was puzzled.

The body of the cornucopia suddenly glowed, and then an ancient aura rushed towards Song Qingshu.

This is a sense of vicissitudes that cannot be concealed by history, and it also has a sense of greatness, and an ethereal divine sound comes from the basin.

"A low-grade fairy weapon? Turn it into my nutrient!"

The sound of the cornucopia rang in Song Qingshu's mind.

Chapter 451 The Method of Controlling Troops

There is a fist-sized indentation in the basin of the cornucopia.

So the ugly cornucopia became even more ugly and funny.

But this ugly and slightly funny appearance failed to conceal the power of the cornucopia itself.

It is an artifact that has been commented on by the great emperors in the Tiandi chat group.

So obviously.