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The cornucopia is not a fairy artifact, but it is far more than a fairy artifact, it is extremely terrifying!

Probably happy to see the hunter.

So when the big silver clock appeared.

The cornucopia that had been dormant in Song Qingshu's storage bag for a long time would appear, staring at the big silver clock with the aura of a superior.

hum...

When the cornucopia appears in the sky.

Cornucopia, who was quite ferocious in front of Song Qingshu, suddenly became extremely cowardly.

Trembling non-stop, even a few times the big silver clock would directly tear open the space and flee.

If it weren't for the Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen who kept chanting Bingjue to control the silver bell.

I'm afraid that the moment the cornucopia just appeared, the big silver bell had already left.

"Hehe, it seems that you, the silver bell, are also a cowardly character."

Song Qingshu looked at the trembling silver clock, sneered and opened his lips.

While Song Qingshu was talking, he kept making fist marks and bombarded the bell body away.

clang!

clang!

clang!

Several screams accompanied by sparks came from the big silver clock, and in an instant, the big silver clock was dented with hundreds of dents.

Sitting cross-legged on the fairy bell, Xu Ying looked at Song Qingshu and the cornucopia with eyes full of indifference: "How dare you fight against the gods? Ordinary people should obediently submit to the feet of the gods like ordinary people!"

Xu Ying watched Song Qingshu keep punching, and after a cold snort, he shouted in Song Qingshu's ear with a particularly solemn and emotionless sentence.

"Broad noise!"

Song Qingshu let out a cold snort, and let out a violent roar, which shattered the whispering words in the phantom's mouth.

The cornucopia floated to the top of the sky, and it radiated infinite light towards the silver clock thousands of times its size.

Rumble.

Thunder billowed, and they were all sucked into the cornucopia.

And the big silver clock couldn't stop trembling, as if it might be sucked into the cornucopia at any moment.

"Without assistance, even an immortal weapon will lose its power, let alone you are just a broken copper basin!"

Just when the cornucopia kept emitting light, it seemed that the silver bell might be sucked into the basin at any time.

There was a loud and hoarse voice that slowly floated down from the dome.

It resounded through this world, like a divine word or decree.

With this sound came.

It is a golden lightning with the power of supreme rules.

The golden lightning was only the size of a bucket, but when it appeared, the sky seemed unable to accommodate it.

Rumble.

The void shattered where the golden lightning passed.

Regardless of the trembling and trembling of the world, the golden lightning slammed heavily on the cornucopia.

A loud bang.

The cornucopia was directly sent flying away by the huge thunder, and could no longer attract the big silver bell.

Under the horizontal strike of the huge thunder, the sunken trace of the cornucopia became more obvious, and there were lightning arcs shaking on it.

"Woo... vomit!"

The lightning method of Yuhua Tianmen Eighth Elder has surpassed the strongest method that this world can admit.

According to the rule just now, the strength of Thunder has reached the first level of the God Transformation Realm.

Solid this.

Although he knocked back the cornucopia with an electric shock, he also suffered the backlash of the world where Song Qingshu was standing.

As a result, the eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen were in a state of chaos and uneasy, spit out a mouthful of holy blood, and turned pale.

wow.

Just for a split second.

The Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen no longer has the strongest power, and his cultivation has regressed by at least hundreds of years.

"Damn it, I didn't expect the backlash from the power of heaven to be so severe at that time... No, I can't make another move."

The Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains on his mouth, his expression was indescribably depressed.

Say it.

The Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen sat down cross-legged directly, separated a part of Yuanshen and sneaked into the world where Song Qingshu was.

Possessed on the silver fairy bell.

So the phantom sitting cross-legged on the fairy bell became completely solidified, with clear eyebrows and a menacing aura.

"I am the Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen, Song Qingshu, are you guilty?"

The phantom above the fairy bell looked at Song Qingshu coldly, and opened his lips like ten thousand years of ice.

The veins in Song Qingshu's right hand bulged like a dragon, and after a roar, he slashed out with a broken sword.

"kill!"

The Broken Sword slashed out a sword aura that was hundreds of feet wide and full of white light.

The sword energy brushed across the space, and there was a thundering sound of the golden spear.

The void trembled and trembled with the sword energy, as if it would be shattered at any moment.

The phantom above the fairy bell saw the oncoming Wushuang sword energy, and burst out.

Immediately, he violently urged the fairy bell under him to arouse the laws of the Dao, and hit Song Qingshu head-on.

boom!

Song Qingshu's sword power was lost in the sound of the bell.

Those bell waves were also shattered by Song Qingshu's sword.

"Come to fight!"

Song Qingshu's attack was fruitless, and he was immediately aroused with a gloomy fire in his heart.

Then Song Qingshu let out a roar, with the thunder rolling in his left hand and the cold sword shining in his right hand, he rushed towards the fairy bell.

Boom boom boom!

敪敪敪!

In the blink of an eye, Xianzhong and Song Qingshu collided hundreds of times.

There was a law of the great way that was shattered between the two, and there was a force of Ling Lie's sword that was revived between the two.

The sky thunder turned into a robbery cloud and hit the fairy bell.

Zhong Bo burst through the space and slashed at Song Qingshu.

For a while, Song Qingshu and Xianzhong were inseparable, they could be called brothers.

"Master, it is meaningless for you to fight like this. Even if you win a miserable victory, what can you get? Why not join hands with me!"

Just when Song Qingshu and Xianzhong were fighting non-stop.

The cornucopia that was blown away by the Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen at the beginning flew back again, and said in Song Qingshu's ear.

Seeing that the cornucopia can also speak human words, Song Qingshu became more interested in it: "Join hands with you? How do you do it?"

Cornucopia saw that Song Qingshu seemed to have agreed to his request, and continued excitedly: "This is very simple!"

"I'm going to teach the master a magical skill of controlling soldiers, and the master can use me to absorb the fairy bell."

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows:

"That broken clock is a low-grade fairy weapon, can you digest it?"

heard.

The voice of the cornucopia grows proud:

"Hehe, the master didn't know something, when I was still in the period of complete victory."

"Don't say it's a low-grade fairy artifact, even if it's a high-grade super-grade or even a god-grade artifact! I have absorbed all of them."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu's interest in this ugly cornucopia immediately increased: "So, then tell me your method of controlling troops!"

Chapter 452 Enlightenment During Battle

"By the way, is there anything famous about your so-called method of controlling troops?"

"Don't wait for the sword control technique, control these third-rate troop control trails."

The lightning arc under Song Qingshu's feet disappeared, and then Song Qingshu's figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.

boom!

A sound wave from the fairy bell passed Song Qingshu's ear, and hit a boulder next to Song Qingshu hard.

With a bang, the boulder shattered into mustard powder flying all over the sky.

Song Qingshu slightly turned his head to look at the boulder, without changing his face and heartbeat, he read the sound transmission way to the cornucopia god.

Listening to Song Qingshu's words, Cornucopia smiled:

"Master, you're worrying too much. What I want to pass on to you is the Holy Art of Soldiers Control, the word Jue!"