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A supreme master dressed in divine armor and holding a divine weapon charged towards Song Qingshu.

After Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain left the body, he let out a stern roar, radiating infinite golden light from his body, and went towards the supreme master.

With a thud.

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain directly invaded the mind of the supreme master protected by the divine armor.

Then he directly used the supernatural power of the villain of the primordial spirit, and killed the primordial spirit of the supreme master with a random punch.

Song Qingshu looked indifferent, and there was no trace of panic on his face.

He smashed through an iron gate and smashed the neck of the stick-wielding warrior vigorously.

He broke into a palace, randomly pulled off the head of the unknown strong man, golden blood splashed several feet high.

Push door.

See the enemy.

kill the enemy.

Lei Ting flew away with a flick of his sleeves after taking the shot.

In less than half a day, Song Qingshu had slaughtered no less than 81 palaces.

The peerless powerhouses of the 81 worlds all fell at Song Qingshu's feet, turning into a faint golden light absorbed by Song Qingshu.

And Song Qingshu's cultivation has become more and more stable and extremely powerful.

At last.

The 150 six palaces next to the Temple of Thunder were all slaughtered by Song Qingshu.

150 The brilliant golden light emanating from the powerhouses of the six realms made Song Qingshu's cultivation extremely solid.

Now his state is even faintly more solid and unshakable than when he was in the Golden Core period.

"The projection of the strong in the 150 six realms seems to be nothing more than that."

"Looks like it's time to go to the Temple of Thunder and aspire to the top."

Song Qingshu raised his head, looked at the highest point of Thunder Temple, and said with a sneer.

Chapter 461

The phantom of thunder that Song Qingshu is now standing on.

This is a mysterious catastrophe that is rare in hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years.

Moreover, such a mysterious catastrophe is not something that everyone can encounter.

A catastrophe like the one that would give birth to the Temple of Thunder must be a catastrophe that can only be caused by the favored son of heaven who has cultivated the first level of Taoism.

And the benefits are directly proportional to each other.

In this catastrophe, the catastrophe that Song Qingshu encountered must be extremely terrible.

But even so, Song Qingshu still didn't flinch even half a point.

This is a kind of tempering, but also a kind of opportunity.

Since the catastrophe manifested in front of Song Qingshu, and Song Qingshu still has the ability to fight, Song Qingshu is willing to go on.

When Song Qingshu had rested for enough time, he straightened up and let out a long roar.

After a roar.

Song Qingshu strode forward directly.

The Temple of Thunder is in the eyes of Song Qingshu, getting closer and closer to him.

The Temple of Thunder has a giant gate that is neither gold, jade, stone, wood, nor iron, and is engraved with countless mysterious runes.

The giant gate is tall, at least about a hundred feet high.

All kinds of runes radiated infinite brilliance on it, and the thunder paste covered the giant door.

And the roar of lightning and thunder came from the giant gate from time to time.

It seems that there is a living ancient emperor sleeping in it, not allowing outsiders to disturb it.

"System, turn on the scan and see what's in it."

Song Qingshu looked at the huge door, looking forward to it but also had to be cautious.

So Song Qingshu stood ten feet away from the giant gate, and spoke to the system in his mind.

As soon as Song Qingshu said this, the system couldn't help but fell into silence.

After a long time, the system's prompt sounded in Song Qingshu's ears:

"Ding, the system prompts that due to the influence of the law of thunder and heaven, the success rate of scanning is extremely low at this time. Do you want to continue scanning?"

heard.

Song Qingshu frowned as he looked at the thunder mist covering the giant gate of Thunder Temple.

"Continue to scan!"

After a slight silence, Song Qingshu continued to yell at the system in his mind.

Although the chance of scanning it out may be very small, but as long as there is such a chance, Song Qingshu will never give up lightly.

"Ding, the system prompts that the system is scanning the things behind the giant gate of Thunder Temple, and the scanning progress is 5.00%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the system is scanning the things behind the giant gate of Thunder Temple, and the scanning progress is [-]%. Please wait patiently."

……

"Ding, the system prompts that the system is scanning the things behind the giant gate of Thunder Temple, and the scanning progress is 20.00%. Please wait patiently."

Song Qingshu stood in the midst of the thunder, closed his eyes and meditated.

While adjusting his breathing, he patiently waited for the system prompt to sound.

But it is probably because the scan function of the system in Leihai has really received a lot of impact.

It was another half a day later, but the scanning progress of the system had not yet reached halfway.

Facing such a scanning speed, Song Qingshu had no choice but to wait silently.

Although Song Qingshu's realm has reached the fourth level of Nascent Soul, the environment he lives in is becoming more and more complicated.

The slow scanning speed of the system did not surprise Song Qingshu.

"Ding, the system prompts that the system is scanning the things behind the giant gate of Thunder Temple, and the scanning progress is 50.00%. Please wait patiently."

……

"Ding, the system prompts that the system is scanning the things behind the giant gate of Thunder Temple, and the scanning progress is 90.00%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the scan was successful! First, send the scene in the door to the host's mind."

I don't know how long after that.

Song Qingshu had just heard these two prompts that made him feel elated.

At this point, Song Qingshu couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and whispered secretly:

"Fortunately, it succeeded. If you fail after waiting for so long, then it is a real sin!"

As Song Qingshu's voice fell, the scene behind the giant gate of Thunder Temple also came to Song Qingshu's mind.

behind the giant gate.

Standing is a man. The man's physique is not that big, and his height is not tall.

But Song Qingshu saw the stars flowing and the sea roaring in that man.

He just stood there, it was like a world.

"Strong!"

Song Qingshu put away his thoughts, raised his realm to the strongest, and murmured.

After doing what you should have prepared.

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand resolutely, and pushed towards the thunderous giant door.

Boom!

As soon as Song Qingshu's slender fingers touched the giant thunder gate, he encountered a shock that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

There was only a bang, as if the universe had collapsed, and Song Qingshu was almost suffocated under the pressure.

All his bones were crunching.

"The Lantern Ancient Buddha, one of the three Buddhas and Taoists, has never had such power."

"That man behind the door, who are you?"

Song Qingshu's primordial spirit exuded divine power, and murmured after dispelling the pressure on him.

immediately.

After Song Qingshu yelled violently, he pushed open the giant door that had been covered in dust for an unknown number of years, and an electric arc shot from the giant door, making Song Qingshu's palms and fingers pitch black.

A loud bang.

There was a sound like a sky crashing from inside the giant gate.

The soul of the shocked Song Qingshu was almost destroyed.

Sitting cross-legged on top of Song Qingshu's head, the villain of Yuanshen radiated infinite light, so Song Qingshu's soul returned to peace.

A cluster of bright flames formed by his mental power was beating violently, more vigorous than before.

The loud noise that shook Song Qingshu's soul was a kind of atmosphere, and there was an ancient flavor in the atmosphere.

It is incomparably shocking, indistinct, as if the three thousand great worlds are resonating.

There was the sound of countless strong men kneeling and howling.

Roar!