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This is the world in Song Qingshu's mind.

So the flow of time seems meaningless.

Song Qingshu calmly realized, as if he had been sitting for most of the night, or just for a moment.

But no matter how Song Qingshu withered and sat in front of the stone tablet, let time flow endlessly under the moonlight.

But Song Qingshu still found nothing, and didn't notice even a little abnormality.

"Hmph! It's okay to deceive others with such a clumsy hiding method, do you think you can fool me?"

Song Qingshu looked at the white and flawless stone wall, snorted coldly, and closed his eyes immediately.

After a while, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes, and thunder exploded in them.

puff!

As Song Qingshu's eyes opened.

A fog of flying sand suddenly rose above the stone wall.

The moonlight is pouring, and the elegant moonlight is like water, which is extremely bright but very soft.

Under the moonlight, countless murals suddenly appeared on the stone wall.

There are countless weapons carved on the stone walls, such as tripods, bells, towers, spears, swords and so on.

The lines on the stone wall are extremely novel and too clumsy.

Therefore, the whole is extremely naive and lacks aesthetic feeling, as if it was randomly carved by a passerby.

However, as the light in Song Qingshu's eyes became stronger and stronger.

Against the backdrop of the misty moonlight, these weapon marks looked a little different.

In a trance, there is an extremely ancient and vicissitudes of breath coming out of it.

In an instant, the breath of ancient vicissitudes had soaked through Song Qingshu's whole body.

On the stone wall, there are not many imprints of weapons, and all of them are poorly engraved.

But where the moonlight fell, there was peace on the stone wall, and the soldier prints were shining and flowing.

"It's different, this scene can be called turning decay into magic..."

Song Qingshu was extremely astonished, he stared at the flowing soldier seal with his wide eyes for a moment, and said in admiration.

For a long time to come.

The more Song Qingshu stared at the stele, the more mysterious he felt.

At the end, the clumsy traces looked like divine phoenixes that were constantly moving and about to break through the sky!

That is at this moment.

Song Qingshu instantly grasped all the essence of Bingzijue.

So Song Qingshu's thoughts returned to the world, to the time before Xianzhong.

"Master, are you okay?"

The cornucopia flew in front of Song Qingshu, flew around Song Qingshu, and then said nervously.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly:

"No matter how strong Bing Zijue is, it is just a skill. How can the skill be used against me?"

Listening to Song Qingshu's rhetoric, Cornucopia couldn't help being greatly shaken in his heart.

So the cornucopia flew around Song Qingshu again, and after a while, he yelled at Song Qingshu in disbelief: "Is this true, master?"

"It's just a few short breaths, and you have already learned the profound meaning of Bingzijue."

"Moreover, the master has also penetrated the artistic conception of Bing Zi Jue. Now the master is more familiar with Bing Zi Jue than I am."

Cornucopia looked at Song Qingshu for a long time, and finally dared to speak with certainty.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, but didn't talk too much.

As the saying goes, I am happy to see a hunter.

Now that Song Qingshu has just mastered the art of war, there is a suitable opponent like Xianzhong in front of him.

So, why does Song Qingshu have any other thoughts to take care of other things?

Seeing Song Qingshu approaching him with a smile on his face, the Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen above Xianzhong frowned: "Could it be that you really think you have a chance to defeat me?"

Song Qingshu shook his head indifferently:

"I don't think I have a chance of defeating you."

"Because I know that I will kill you directly, steal your clock, and destroy your soul!"

Song Qingshu walked in front of Xianzhong, raised the cornucopia in his hand, and the mouth of the basin faced Xianzhong.

"So? Hahaha, come on!"

The Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen shouted violently, and then desperately urged the fairy bell under him.

clang!clang!clang!

The invisible sound waves condensed into a tangible killing weapon in the air.

The gigantic tower with a height of [-] zhang appeared in the sound waves, and suppressed Song Qingshu.

The thousand-ton tripod tripod took shape in the sound waves, tearing apart the space and throwing it at Song Qingshu.

A sharp fairy sword pierced through the void and came towards Song Qingshu. One after another, the sharp spears shattered everything and stabbed Song Qingshu head-on.

Looking at the sound waves splashing all over the sky, and the countless weapons condensed in the sound waves, even Song Qingshu couldn't help but express admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Among the countless weapons in the sky, if an ordinary Nascent Soul holds one, it can run amok in a small world, almost invincible.

However, in the face of such a crisis.

Song Qingshu just took a deep breath, then murmured softly:

"The soldiers dispersed."

Boom!

Following Song Qingshu's breath.

The tall tower collapsed.

The thousand-ton tripod cracked.

Ling Lie's sword broke.

The sharp spear broke.

These weapons shattered into mustard powder all over the sky, and after a loud noise, they were nowhere to be found.

"you?"

The Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen above the fairy bell gave a weird cry, and the finger pointing at Song Qingshu trembled uncontrollably.

Song Qingshu smiled:

"Is this afraid?"

"Broken clock, come here for me!"

After saying that, a huge gust of wind erupted at the mouth of the cornucopia, and the fairy bell trembled and swayed.

Chapter 454 Weapon War

Weapons are the greatest reliance of ordinary cultivators.

Xia Houli's iron spear, Mo Xiejia's scroll, and even the fairy bell under the eighth elder of Yuhua Tianmen.

All of these can make people clearly understand how terrible weapons are to monks.

It can be said that a handy weapon can increase the combat power of others infinitely.

But Song Qingshu's current Bing Zijuan is a bad news for many people, and the balance will be broken.

"What kind of secret technique is this? Why is it that even my fairy bell is affected now!"

The Eighth Elder of Yuhua Tianmen sat cross-legged on the fairy bell, desperately urging the fairy bell not to be attracted by Song Qingshu.

But in this process.

The eighth elder of Yuhua Tianmen felt extremely annoyed and aggrieved, so he roared at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu smiled coldly:

"Bingzijue is such a mysterious method, have you heard of it?"

As Song Qingshu spoke, he slightly raised his palms.

The cool breeze by the lake of reincarnation has become thousands of lingering fairy swords.

The breeze blows gently towards Xianzhong.

So Wanqian cut the fairy sword at the fairy bell.

Between the heaven and the earth, there was only the fairy sword and the fairy bell left for a while, and there was nothing else.

clang!

Yuhua Tianmen Eighth Elder roared and beat the clock.

A piercing new wave swayed from the bell mouth towards Song Qingshu, and the space was shattered inch by inch under the sound wave.

Thousands of fairy swords dissipated into nothingness for a while, and I don't know where to find them.

Song Qingshu frowned, displeased.

So Song Qingshu threw another stubborn stone at Xianzhong, and sprinkled a touch of fine sand by the reincarnation lake on it.

The stubborn stone turned into a meteorite that pierced through the air in the Bingzijue. It rubbed against the space and produced an extremely thick tail of fire.

Fine sand is still fine sand in Bingzijue, and there is no difference in appearance.