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Hundreds of feet away from Song Qingshu's body, there is a Taoist nun with a beautiful face, riding slowly on the eight-winged Tianpeng at the front of the main road.

From time to time, he also made mocking remarks to shake the hearts of other competitors.

have to say.

That Taoist nun is indeed very powerful, from time to time there is a great way of vitality overflowing from her body, which makes people suffocate.

The monks from all over the world couldn't bear such a terrifying pressure of vitality, and retreated one after another, making way for this Taoist nun.

After a soft rustling sound, everyone in this area retreated.

A smug smile appeared on the Taoist nun's face, enjoying the feeling of being looked up to by other powerful people.

"Good dog out of the way!"

Just when the nun closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

Song Qingshu appeared behind her at some point, and while walking towards the city gate, he yelled at the Taoist nun who stood in front of him.

The Taoist nun turned her head, her beautiful eyes were full of coldness:

"Who is presumptuous!"

Song Qingshu stood proudly, looking at Taoist nun at the same level:

"Your Grandpa Song!"

Chapter 552

"Who is presumptuous?"

"Your Grandpa Song!"

As soon as Song Qingshu said this.

There was an uproar among the monks who were walking in the gate of Xiong City.

Notice.

Although this Taoist nun is only a girl, her cultivation base is extremely profound.

Regardless of other things, the eight-winged Tianpeng just under her now has the supreme strength of the third level of the God Transformation Realm, which is stronger than some of the strong men in the city gate.

In this way, it is not difficult to find out what kind of cultivation this Taoist nun has.

Even if she was not at the level of Daoist Tianwei Demon Lord, she would not be much weaker.

Existence like this.

No one wants to provoke for no reason and attract a big enemy for themselves.

But Song Qingshu is not the case, he recognizes her as his granddaughter immediately, taking advantage of this Taoist nun.

"Now that the meditation cultivator's cultivation has reached the threshold of the sixth peak of the God Transformation Realm, he is extremely powerful. In front of her, how can you talk nonsense..."

"It is said that she once suppressed her cultivation, and her real strength should have reached the peak of the God Transformation Realm. For such a terrifying character, killing a half-step God Transformation Realm is like slaughtering a dog."

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense! Although the meditation cultivator is strong, this man just smashed Song Qingshu's phantom of the Mighty Demon Lord!"

"He is Song Qingshu?!"

……

During the confrontation between Song Qingshu and the meditation monk.

The monks who were blocked behind the two started discussing one after another.

The discussions were loud and small, some were really just discussions, while others were extraordinarily spicy, as if watching the excitement was not afraid of big things.

However, no matter how we discuss it, the protagonists in the city gate at this time are still monk Jingxin and Song Qingshu.

Others can only become green leaves.

The meditation monk looked at Song Qingshu's face, and a trace of surprise appeared on his pretty face.

Then the astonishment turned into a smile on her face in an instant, and she asked extraordinarily purely: "Friend Daoist, my little girl has nothing to offend, why are you so vulgar, you are so vulgar, you are frightened by surprise."

This is over.

The smile on the meditation monk's face suddenly widened and became extremely brilliant.

And behind the bright smile.

There was an extremely lofty alluring aura that quietly emerged, sneaked into the void, and then tightly surrounded Song Qingshu.

This charming breath was acquired by the meditation monk after spending the first half of his life in the world of mortals.

Although this ray of charm is not lethal.

But it can change other people's minds and thoughts invisibly, and even make them slaves and handmaidens, at the beck and call of meditative monks.

Previously, the meditation monk used this charming aura to bewitch Shen Tiejiu and accelerate the conflict between Shen Tiejiu and Song Qingshu.

After successfully releasing this charming aura, the seemingly harmless smile on the corner of the meditation monk's mouth was instantly tainted with a hint of playfulness.

"Heh, since I learned this trick, I have never missed a time."

"Still kneeling and kowtowing?"

The meditation monk looked at Song Qingshu, and after murmuring with a smile, his expression changed instantly, and he shouted at Song Qingshu.

However, after a long time.

Song Qingshu still stood silently, looking at the meditative monk incomparably calmly, and there was never a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Missed it? No, it's impossible! He's just a scumbag of a half-step God Transformation Realm."

Thinking of this.

The meditation cultivator's face was extremely solemn, and he waved his fly whisk to hit Song Qingshu head-on: "You bastard! How dare a dog look at me?"

The dust whisk turned into a handful of galaxies in the air, carrying the power of the stars and rushing towards Song Qingshu, like a star falling from the sky, the momentum was huge and shocking.

"A person like a dog deserves to live? Send you back to the west!"

In front of the galaxy.

Song Qingshu raised his sword eyebrows, simply opened his palm, and grabbed it, and then Song Qingshu's palm was full of thunder, obliterating a majestic galaxy.

After smashing the Milky Way, Song Qingshu looked at the meditation monk and shouted loudly.

hum!

Following Song Qingshu's words, the world inside the city gate trembled uncontrollably.

There was an uncontrollable scream in everyone's ears, and everyone closed their eyes tightly and covered their ears with their hands.

boom!

Song Qingshu's loud shout reached the ears of the meditation monk, and it turned into a dull explosion like winter thunder.

The first thing to do is to drink up the sea of ​​consciousness of the meditation monk and kill the little personality of his primordial spirit.

"ah!"

Feeling the danger from Yuanshen.

The meditation monk let out a strange cry, and vomited a mouthful of blood, which drenched his long gown on his chest.

While vomiting blood, the meditation monk also forcibly settled his consciousness and primordial spirit that were about to collapse with supreme perseverance.

"Not dead, it seems that you are also a master."

Song Qingshu looked at the meditation monk whose long gown was covered in blood on his chest, smiled slightly, and opened his lips.

"how can that be?!"

"You should be my slave now, how could you still attack me?"

The meditation monk took a deep breath, and shouted angrily at Song Qingshu while adjusting the turbulent cultivation level in his body.

heard.

Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders in disdain:

"Just trying to work on me with your clumsy tricks? Ridiculous."

heard.

There was a cold light in the beautiful eyes of the meditation monk.

Roar!

The eight-winged celestial pendant under the monk Meditation is majestic and majestic. It was born with a great avenue of light, and its whole body was dazzling. Finally, it turned into a flash of lightning and killed Song Qingshu. The eight-winged celestial pendant unfolded its overwhelming pair of giant Wings, stretching out claws tougher than iron.

The sharp claws shone with an extremely sharp and cold light, grabbing at Song Qingshu's body, trying to tear Song Qingshu apart.

"How dare a chick be arrogant?"

"The word is decisive, the gun comes."

Facing the eight-winged Tianpeng who could slaughter a strong man in the divine realm, Song Qingshu sneered, and then said the word Bingjue.

Then, a spear appeared in the void that was completely black, except for a light golden spear engraved on the tip of the spear.

Song Qingshu opened his palm and grasped one of them. Immediately, Song Qingshu's body didn't move, but his right hand held a spear and stabbed at the eight-winged Tianpeng indifferently.

Fantastic speed.

Song Qingshu's shot was really too fast.

Faster than all eyes, undetectable.

Faster than everyone's reaction, can't sense.

With a thud.

A straight and pitch-black lightning pierced through the void, and there was blood rain splashing in the void, and Peng Yu withered.

The eight-winged roc with the triple strength of the God Transformation Realm only had time to let out a short and hasty cry.

Song Qingshu was as indifferent as a Shura god of war, and a seemingly random shot pierced the eight-winged Tianpeng's head, killing him on the spot.

The blood of the eight-winged Tianpeng flowed down the gun barrel as dark as night, which was shocking.