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He was so casual that he didn't seem to have any rules to follow, he just strode forward and kept walking.

It has a different meaning from Thunder's destruction.

When Song Qingshu walked through the palace made of thunder, this time he felt very special.

There is no sense of destruction from Thunder.

There is no avenue of deliberate outline.

The palace where Song Qingshu is standing seems simple, but it has a faint charm of suppressing the ages.

The glazed tiles on the palace contain magnificence in the plain, exuding a natural majestic atmosphere.

Song Qingshu stopped in front of a wooden door, and pushed the wooden door open without hesitation, the door was constantly splashed with dust.

When Song Qingshu just stepped in, a strange voice rang in Song Qingshu's ear.

There was a soft bang, but the shocking Song Qingshu's blood was churning, and his soul was shaking.

Song Qingshu Huo raised his head and looked forward.

In front of Song Qingshu there was an old monk in rags.

The old monk was knocking on a wooden fish. Every time he knocked, there was an extremely terrifying rhythm, which made people's heart resonate and beat, ready to explode at any time.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk fell silent for a long time, and after the wooden fish knocked 81 times, he sighed and said the Buddha's words.

Song Qingshu couldn't help being surprised when he saw the figure of the old monk, even though the figure was extremely blurred.

But Song Qingshu could guess that this person must be one of the great figures in Buddhism.

The shabby-clothed old monk had a dignified appearance, and there was an indescribable compassion in his brows.

He kept beating the wooden fish, and the sound entered people's hearts, making people's souls pulsate and resonate with it.

Song Qingshu frowned, his face extremely solemn.

He knew that the old monk in front of him was definitely an extremely terrifying existence.

Just knocking on the wooden fish is enough to control a person's life and death, and his strength is shocking.

Song Qingshu shouted angrily, then raised his fist and waved his Heavenly Tribulation Palm to bombard the old monk.

Song Qingshu knew that he had to break this rhythm, otherwise he would have to be led away by this old monk.

"Boom!"

A different type of battle took place in the Thunder Hall.

Chapter 460 Slaughter Palace

boom!

Song Qingshu shattered the old monk's wooden fish attack with the Heavenly Tribulation Palm.

The two clapped their palms together, and after a thunderclap sounded, they quickly retreated several feet away from each other.

Song Qingshu stomped heavily on the jade on the floor, took three steps back and forcibly stabilized himself.

The old monk in rags retreated for more than [-] steps, and finally stopped after vomiting a mouthful of golden blood.

The blood fell to the ground, turning into a burst of electric light and dissipating.

"I didn't expect that my first enemy in the Temple of Thunder would be a monk. Dare I ask you, but Amitabha?"

Song Qingshu looked at the vague old monk in front of him, smiled slightly, and opened his lips.

Amitabha is the most powerful person in Buddhism, and Namo Amitabha is a catchphrase in praise of this powerful person in Buddhism.

"Buddha Taoism past Buddha, burning lamp ancient Buddha."

The shabby old monk shook his head, put his palms together and bowed to Song Qingshu, and said very compassionately.

There are three Buddhas in Buddhism.

The ancient Buddha who lit lamps in the past, the Tathagata Buddha in the present, and the Maitreya Buddha in the future.

Every Buddha is extremely powerful, and its real strength is comparable to the great emperors in the Tiandi chat group.

Even if the Lantern Ancient Buddha is not as powerful as Amitabha Buddha, it is still almost the same.

"bring it on."

Thinking that he was fighting against one of the three Buddhas, Song Qingshu couldn't help his blood boil, smiled slightly, and opened his lips.

heard.

The ancient Buddha Dieng Deng bowed very politely to Song Qingshu.

Then he stood up, dropped the wooden fish, and called Song Qingshu with a purple-gold oil lamp in his hand.

In such an instant, the ancient Buddha of Burning Lamp lost his compassion as a Buddhist.

Instead, there was a killing and decisive breath of a brave man. He was mighty and brave, just like the most terrifying fighting saint!

The Zijin burning lamp kept flourishing with infinite holy fire, and the space almost melted under the holy fire.

The Randeng Ancient Buddha's attacks were extremely ruthless and sharp.

In just a split second, he had thrown out more than 8 sparks and hit Song Qingshu head-on.

Each spark is enough to destroy a Nascent Soul Ninth Layer expert, so powerful that it is unimaginable.

"My day, I promised to be merciful, so chest tight, are you still a monk..."

Song Qingshu looked at the oncoming Mars, and couldn't help but slander.

Immediately, Song Qingshu used his body as a shield and his soul as his blade, constantly resisting the powerful offensive of the Lantern Ancient Buddha.

While enduring the pain from the holy fire burning on his body, he kept fighting this legendary Buddhist and Taoist powerhouse.

In just a short moment, the two fought against each other no less than a thousand times.

The air is rolling.

The space trembled to shatter.

"die!"

A lamp from the ancient lamp-burning Buddha fell on Song Qingshu's chest, arousing Song Qingshu's anger.

So Song Qingshu roared like a lion, and shot angrily.

Song Qingshu stuck the artistic conception of Kun in Tianjie's palm.

So Song Qingshu swung his strongest palm with an indescribable sense of speed.

puff.

The head of the burning lamp ancient Buddha was directly smashed into a blood mist, and the brains were splashed in the hall.

"It's too realistic."

Song Qingshu looked at the golden blood all over the floor, and praised.

Just when Song Qingshu wanted to observe the dead ancient Buddha who burned the lamp again.

The golden blood all over the ground suddenly turned into a stream of light and invaded Song Qingshu's body.

"Ding, the system prompts that the host is accepting the gift of the Thunder Phantom."

"If you practice your skills cross-legged immediately, it will make the host's whole body more stable and powerful."

Just when Song Qingshu was about to force this inexplicable golden streamer out of his body.

The system's prompt sounded just right in Song Qingshu's ear, so that Song Qingshu did not miss the opportunity to be nourished by the golden streamer.

heard.

Song Qingshu hurriedly sat cross-legged on the mat.

Almost ecstasy, he breathed out the breath of the avenue of heaven and earth, so that every inch of flesh and blood on his body was continuously nourished and grown by the golden streamer.

After a long time of inhaling the aura of Dao, Song Qingshu slowly opened his eyes.

There is a thunderous aurora in his eyes, with a great light.

Song Qingshu's real cultivation did not increase much because of this.

But as the golden streamer invaded Song Qingshu's body, his cultivation became more and more solid, and his strength was gradually increasing.

"This trip to the Thunder Temple will indeed bring me a lot of benefits..."

Song Qingshu stood up straight, looked at the looming Dao Law in his flesh and blood, and said to himself with great satisfaction.

This is the end.

Song Qingshu impatiently left the wooden door of the ancient Buddha.

I went to find other palaces one after another, and went to kill an individual peerless strong man.

in the next time.

Song Qingshu knocked on a silver palace door dotted with faint thunder.

A peerless warrior with an epee in one hand stepped on a hundred-foot golden dragon and rushed towards Song Qingshu.

"Which world is the strongest this time?"

Song Qingshu looked at the extremely exaggerated epee, couldn't help frowning, and whispered with a smile.

After saying that, lightning arcs flashed under Song Qingshu's feet, and then the figure flew away, and appeared in front of the strong man in an instant.

Snapped!

After another loud bang, Song Qingshu snapped off the extremely exaggerated epee and strangled the hundred-foot-long golden dragon to death.

After the strong man turned into a burst of golden light and was completely absorbed by him, Song Qingshu waved his sleeves and went to other palaces.

He pushed open a jade door, and killed a fairy-like woman holding a jade Xiao with one punch.

He pushed open a stone door.