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Although the ancient scroll is dilapidated, it is almost comparable to the divine weapon of the immortal weapon, and its power is terrifying. The monk in white once used this ancient scroll to suppress and kill the sixth-level masters of the Huashen.

"How do you think I killed so many immortals?"

"seal!"

The monk in white raised the ancient scroll to Song Qingshu, roaring angrily.

Chapter 497

The simple ancient scroll was held up high by the monk in white.

The extremely terrifying power of the seal surged away from the scroll.

Under the power of the sea-like seal, this ancient scroll can almost seal the world.

Only a grunt was heard.

The ancient scroll directly swallowed Song Qingshu, who was tens of thousands of feet tall.

"Hahaha, I thought I had some ability, but I was just a sharp-tongued person!"

Seeing Song Qingshu's figure being swallowed by the ancient scroll, the monk in white hurriedly bit his tongue, forcing a drop of real blood onto the ancient scroll.

There was blood mist.

All of a sudden, the power of the seal on the ancient scroll became even stronger.

Inside this mottled ancient scroll, there is a world of its own.

In this world, there are majestic mountains that soar into the sky.

The heavy clouds and black mist in the sky almost pressed down to the ground.

There are ancient beasts roaring and roaring between the mountains, and strange birds fly and sing.

In the ancient scrolls, there is still a powerful Shennao magic circle, and the sixth-level powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm killed by the monk in white turned into pus and blood in countless magic circles.

"Stupid climber! I don't care what your background is, I'm not afraid! Those false names can't keep you today."

"Tell you, if I want to kill you, then I have plenty of means!"

The white-clothed monk sneered coldly, and shot out a spell with his right hand, which retracted the several-foot-long scroll and shrunk it down to more than one meter long.

Then the white-clothed monk summoned a gust of wind, and spread the scroll in front of him, and the scenery in it was clearly visible.

The monk in white looked down at the ancient picture, and every word in his voice was full of sarcasm.

He raised his finger, pointed at Song Qingshu who was in the ancient scroll on the scroll, and said with a smile: "Those who ascend to the immortal, ants are just ants, how can fireflies compete with the bright moon?"

"But don't be afraid, I will soon stimulate the power of heaven in the ancient scroll, and you will be free in just a moment!"

Say it.

The veins on the right arm of the monk in white bulged like a dragon.

The ancient wild beasts in the painting roared and smashed mountains and rushed towards Song Qingshu.

In the picture scroll, thunder and fire appeared all over the sky, the void was torn apart, and the space was burned and shaken.

call out!

There was an exciting sound of space being torn apart.

The countless clear lights diffused from the countless formations in the ancient scroll shot straight at Song Qingshu.

The power far surpassing the fifth stage of Huashen emerged in the picture scroll.

And Song Qingshu's figure seemed extremely small in the sky full of thunder and fire.

However small.

Song Qingshu's figure still stood proudly, as straight as an arrow flying in the sky.

The beast that came from the broken mountain couldn't let its brows frown even for a moment.

It doesn't matter whether it's thunder and sky fire, or it doesn't matter if the sky is full of formations.

In Song Qingshu's thought, those things instantly became ridiculous to the extreme.

"Sacred art of controlling soldiers! Soldiers are determined."

Song Qingshu put his hands behind his back, his face was indifferent, but there were some waves in his heart.

And as these words were silently recited in Song Qingshu's heart.

The rules of the world in this ancient picture scroll began to collapse.

The ancient wild beasts were wiped out in a gust of breeze, and the sky was full of thunder and fire, and the clear light of the ten thousand formations drifted away together.

At this time, the monk in white was still deeply immersed in the joy that the ancient scroll had sealed Song Qingshu.

It never occurred to him that his ancient scrolls could not compete with even Song Qingshu's power of a single thought.

"Ants in the Nascent Soul Realm are just ants, so what if you wear the name of a person who ascended to immortality? That's all!"

The monk in white blew away the breeze, held the ancient picture with his own hands, and placed it in front of his eyes.

The friar in white watched the avenue scenery inside the scroll very carefully.

The word cruelty was written all over his face.

There was a cold light between his white teeth, and then the monk in white smiled with a bit of contempt and murmured.

It is not yet waiting for the monk in white to put away his scroll.

In the ear of the monk in white came a cold and proud voice from the ancient scroll: "Don't be too happy!"

A word fell.

There was a soft sound of paper being torn and shredded from above the ancient scroll.

Then a big foot stepped out of it, and before Song Qingshu was absorbed by the ancient scroll, he kept his original posture unchanged.

If you say step on your face, then step on your face.

There is nothing to say about this, as long as the strength is strong enough, it can open up the world.

Song Qingshu really wouldn't be more unwilling to do such trivial things as taking care of the dignity of others.

So in the next moment.

Song Qingshu raised the sole of his foot, stepped firmly on the face of the terrified white-clothed monk in front of him.

puff!

"Ahhh!"

The monk in white is like a King Kong.

But in front of Song Qingshu's flying kick.

The diamond-like body of the monk in white is softer and more delicate than tofu.

puff.

The sound of cracked bones and blood splashed by the monk in white came out in unison immediately!

Song Qingshu just recited a mental method silently in the ancient scroll, but he didn't expect the ancient picture to be torn apart.

Just for a moment.

The ancient scroll that tried to block Song Qingshu just now was rotten and mottled, and the holy aura that pervaded him disappeared.

At this time, the monk in white had no time to worry about the changes in his ancient scroll.

Because he only felt that the severe pain on his face penetrated to the bone marrow, and the muddy tears and blood flowed together.

The monk in white knew that the bridge of his nose must have been broken, his cheekbones were shattered, and his entire face was even more disfigured.

Song Qingshu was in this posture when he entered the ancient scroll.

But when he came out, he was still in this posture, so Song Qingshu stepped on the face of the monk in white who was holding an ancient scroll and looking up.

Song Qingshu stepped on it firmly, as if Song Qingshu's soles were growing on the face of the monk in white.

The black intestines of the white-clothed monk are all green with regret.

Because of the chic posture he held the ancient scroll just now, no matter how you look at it, he came here in a hurry to let Song Qingshu step on his face.

Thinking of this.

The friar in white was so angry that he almost went crazy.

The monk in white wants to roar out in anger.

But he couldn't shout out.

Because there is a big foot from Song Qingshu glued to his face.

Song Qingshu's big feet landed, covering the entire face of the monk in white, and the holy golden blood splattered, which was too horrible to look at.

"Hohohoho! You are courting death! Immortal ascendant, I am angry, go to hell!"

In the constant struggle of the monk in white.

In the end, he finally got rid of Song Qingshu's big foot imprinted on his face, and roared wildly.

The face of the monk in white was completely disfigured, completely rotting away, his voice trembled, and he screamed mournfully.

At this point, the cultivator in white was completely angry. He tore up his body as a human body, revealing a Golden Crow figure hundreds of feet tall.

It began to become completely mad, its wings shook together, tens of thousands of golden divine feathers sounded in the air, condensed into a holy sword, and the void was chopped to pieces.

"What does it matter to me that you are angry?"

Song Qingshu smiled lightly, breathed out a breath of life, and shattered tens of thousands of holy swords in the sky.

Chapter 498 Shooting Phoenix

The white-clothed monk saw that the holy sword that he had transformed with his life energy was split by Song Qingshu, and his golden pupils couldn't help shrinking: "I am the holy beast Jinwu, the demon phoenix, and the immortal of the human race. Please report your name!"