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Song Qingshu was extremely indifferent:

"The first difficult opponent on the road to immortality, so be it."

With the death of that strange beast.

Between the sky and the earth, another ray of light rushed towards Song Qingshu, turning into a star mark and imprinting on Song Qingshu's body.

"Ding, the system prompts that the progress of ascension to immortality is [-]%."

Song Qingshu looked down at the shining star, and smiled with great satisfaction.

Chapter 475 Black Millstone

As the beast transformed from death shattered into bone powder and dust all over the sky.

The second battle of Song Qingshu's road to immortality finally ended perfectly.

Song Qingshu looked up at the bone world that was on the verge of collapse, and watched tens of thousands of bone creatures wailing and crying.

Although there was indifference in his eyes, for some reason there was a trace of extremely hidden intolerance.

"Hey, what's wrong is this incomplete piece of heaven, and you can't blame your bones."

Song Qingshu was silent for a long time before he lowered his head and let out a long sigh.

Immediately Song Qingshu waved his hand at will, and the Dao formation covering the sky disappeared into nothingness.

The coercive aura of the avenue also disappeared, and the dragon veins under the sea of ​​bones returned to calm.

Song Qingshu's figure landed on the ground from a high altitude, and his clothes fluttered in the wind on the pale ground, like a demon god.

Just when Song Qingshu was about to leave this world with his body, tear open the gate of void and step on the road to immortality.

Suddenly, an extremely powerful aura emerged from the gloomy Bone Realm, which firmly attracted Song Qingshu's thoughts.

Song Qingshu couldn't bear to leave for a while.

"It seems that besides the bones, there are other treasures in the world of bones."

Talk to yourself.

In a flash, Song Qingshu's body turned into an aurora flying at a high speed, and he sank into the deepest part of his sea of ​​bones in an instant.

In the deepest part of the sea of ​​bones, Song Qingshu discovered one large tomb of bones after another.

Each large tomb is made of bone blocks, and death lingers in countless large tombs.

Song Qingshu just scanned them hastily, and he found several among the ancient tombs.

Later, Song Qingshu made a careful investigation and found that there were no less than dozens of large bone tombs here.

Inside each large tomb of white bones, there is a strange-looking corpse lined up among them, and there is a dark wind blowing from time to time.

The coolness permeated the void, almost breaking Song Qingshu's standing ground.

Song Qingshu could not help but raise his eyebrows slightly as he felt the death energy in the tomb of bones.

Most of the scenery in the tomb of bones is left by the masters of the kingdom of death in the past dynasties.

It can be said that they are all broken bones, all of which have lost their luster and have no aura of greatness, because their essence has been absorbed by the terrifying beast.

"The World of Bones is the World of Bones, and there really isn't anything of value to use."

Song Qingshu looked at this vast world of bones and muttered to himself.

The world of bones can be said to be a pure world of death, and the vitality of heaven and earth on it reveals a desperate death.

In this world full of death, it is absolutely impossible to grow immortal medicine, and it is impossible to conceive any immortal liquid.

All over Song Qingshu's eyes, there is nothing but bones and ghosts.

While Song Qingshu was observing the world of business.

The system's notification tone rang in Song Qingshu's mind again just right: "Ding, the system reminds that the treasure in the sea of ​​bones is within thousands of miles of the host. I hope the host will search patiently and don't miss this opportunity."

Following these words, it entered Song Qingshu's mind.

The perception of Yuanshen in Song Qingshu's mind suddenly became extremely sensitive.

And with Song Qingshu's sensitivity, an indescribable breath blows towards Song Qingshu in the depths of the sea of ​​bones.

That breath has the majesty of vitality and the gloomyness of death.

Its life and death are just like a Tai Chi Eight Diagrams Yin and Yang Diagram, coherent, lingering and indestructible, and there are Dao laws on which it is born and dies.

"Hey, strange fluctuations!"

Song Qingshu felt the fluctuation in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, and smiled brightly, and then the figure receded and disappeared like lightning, with a bang.

Song Qingshu came to this area where vitality and death spread out step by step.

From the cold and deep underground, there are waves of fluctuations in the avenue of incomplete life.

The degree of fluctuation is almost imperceptible, and ordinary monks can't notice anything at all.

Only Song Qingshu's physical body, which is comparable to that of a powerhouse in the Transformation God Realm, can be keenly aware of the changes under his feet.

"What kind of bullshit can the King of Bones not stop me, just this purely natural deadly defense? Hmph, what a joke."

Song Qingshu looked at the terrible death whispering in the bone cave, smiled coldly, and yelled loudly.

Following Song Qingshu's violent shouting.

His whole body began to emit ray after ray of golden light, and finally Song Qingshu was a God of War wearing a red-gold battle armor.

Its powerful physical body is almost as powerful as destructive.

Then Song Qingshu sneered, and in an instant he sank thousands of miles underground and reached the core.

Under the sea of ​​bones, besides the boiling magma, there is an indescribable and extremely eerie and terrifying atmosphere above it.

Song Qingshu seemed to have come to the source of death.

In front of this extremely gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, there was a crackling sound coming from Song Qingshu's body, like fried beans.

His body was about to crack, and his hair was standing on end.

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain pierced out of his body and stood on top of Song Qingshu's head, spreading out a stream of Taoist brilliance.

Then the terrifying aura that oppressed Song Qingshu disappeared into green smoke and ceased to exist.

"This gloomy breath is actually stronger than that of the strange beast?"

"interesting."

Song Qingshu looked at the terrifying insidiousness that was isolated from the clear light by the villain of Yuanshen, he smiled coldly, and then opened his lips in a whisper.

Under the sea of ​​bones, magma gushes out from the core of the earth. The temperature is so hot that it can refine the magic iron. Ordinary people will be turned into ashes when they come here, but Song Qingshu is safe and sound.

Song Qingshu followed his own feelings and tried his best to look at a place, his eyes were full of interest.

In the red pool of magma, there is a stone the size of a millstone that has been corroded by lava to the point that it is almost cracked.

There are streams of black liquid in the interior of the millstone.

Those liquids seemed to melt the black jade.

There is a black light like night flowing on it, and the red magma embellishes the black liquid with a little bit of luster.

"Incomparably pure breath of death?"

Song Qingshu looked at the black light, opened his lips in disbelief and murmured.

In the package of red magma.

Every strand of breath that overflowed from the jet-black grinding disc was extremely intense.

Song Qingshu looked at the rising breath from a distance, and was extremely confident.

If it is an ordinary cultivator, even if that cultivator is already a terrifying existence above the God Transformation Realm.

But as long as he took a breath of the breath on the pitch-black millstone, he would turn into white bones, without any vitality to talk about.

Although this black as night stone is only the size of a millstone.

But when Song Qingshu faced this millstone.

He felt as if he was facing a vast ocean of death.

The jet-black liquid contained on this black grinding disc makes people want to collapse, almost despairing.

Chapter 476 Body Refining Liquid

"With such a strong breath of death, this ink-colored liquid must be one of the treasures of heaven and earth."

Song Qingshu looked at the jet-black liquid flowing in the black grinding disc, and said with admiration.

After saying that, Song Qingshu took out a glazed vase from the storage bag, which was the Nascent Soul-level weapon that Song Qingshu found from Xia Houli.

However, just when Song Qingshu urged the glazed vase to absorb the black liquid, the glazed jade bottle immediately made a crisp sound.

Many cracks appeared on the extremely tough bottle body.

"What is the origin of this black liquid that can destroy Yuanying-level weapons?!"

Song Qingshu couldn't help being surprised when he saw the half bottle of colored glaze that had been shattered into countless tiny pieces.

Song Qingshu's face showed disbelief, and then he solemnly took out a small dark purple gourd.

This little gourd is a half-step god-level weapon, and it is a spoil of war that Song Qingshu snatched from the treasure hall of Moxiejia.

"Half-step deity-level weapons, you can still say that you destroy them for me?"

Song Qingshu looked at the small dark purple gourd in his hand, sneered, and muttered to himself.

Say it.

Song Qingshu silently recited the word Bingjue in his heart again, urging the small dark purple gourd to absorb the jet-black jade-like liquid on the black millstone.

"Click"