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Song Qingshu's three avatars were bombarded by these phantoms of the magic soldiers several times with broken bones and tendons, and blood splashed into the void from time to time.

"Ding! The system prompts that there is an extremely terrifying existence emerging from the thunder calamity, please be careful with the host."

Just when Song Qingshu raised his fist and smashed the vajra of Amitabha Buddha.

A rapid sound from the system rang in Song Qingshu's ears.

"An extremely terrifying existence? What is that? System, analyze it for me..."

After hearing the prompt from the system, Song Qingshu immediately spoke to the system deep in his mind.

The voice has not landed yet.

Song Qingshu couldn't believe the scene that appeared in front of his eyes.

"boom!"

In the far-reaching place of the catastrophe, there was an extremely powerful, molten-like light shooting towards the chest of Song Qingshu's avatar.

With a bang, Song Qingshu's avatar's chest was directly penetrated by the molten light, a wisp of green smoke rose, and there was a burst of burnt smell.

Striding forward from the depths of the sea of ​​thunder was a figure as majestic as a mountain. The figure was covered by the thunder, making it difficult to see its true appearance.

Although his face is invisible to the human world, the ancient mirror in his hand is quite clear, it is actually the mirror of Yin-Yang!

"Isn't that the weapon of the Yin-Yang Emperor? Yes, it is the Yin-Yang Mirror, there is no way to go wrong!"

Song Qingshu looked at the yin and yang magic mirror, took a breath, and opened his lips in a shocking whisper.

Song Qingshu had seen this Yin-Yang mirror in the weapon picture in the Tiandi chat group, and now the lines on the mirror are exactly the same as that of the Yin-Yang mirror.

Not even the slightest difference.

This can prove that among the seven or seven worlds, the Great Emperor Yin Yang has been here before, and perhaps he has made a move in this world.

That's why some traces were left in the Heaven and Earth Avenue, which was branded by this piece of heaven and earth.

Although Song Qingshu had known for a long time that he would fight against the phantom of the Great Emperor in the heaven and earth, but now when it really appeared, Song Qingshu couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The traces of heaven and earth that existed in ancient times were engraved by this record of heaven and earth, so they can be reflected!

"Am I fighting against Emperor Yin Yang?"

Song Qingshu looked at the burly and serious phantom of the emperor, and couldn't help murmuring.

Song Qingshu's voice couldn't help trembling, although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help talking to himself.

It's not that Song Qingshu has never encountered the Great Emperor Lightning who turned into a thunderbolt. He has seen similar scenes in the thunder phantom.

But Song Qingshu knew that this time was different from the past.

The Emperor Lei Zun who was in the thunder phantom before, although he was also a phantom of the emperor, was just pure human-shaped lightning.

At that time, although Emperor Lei Zun was extremely terrifying and capable of inflicting various catastrophes and punishments, even with the Dao of Thunder, there were not so many.

And this time.

Emperor Yin Yang is a little more "human" than the previous Emperor Lei Zun.

He is no longer the cold thunder body, and there is a great terror between the opening and closing of the eyes.

The Yin-Yang Emperor holding the Yin-Yang Mirror can perform all kinds of supreme Taoism when he thinks, and the horror is boundless!

"Ding, the system prompts that Emperor Yin-Yang is not the real projection of the Emperor, but only the memory of Emperor Yin-Yang in this world, and the power of the Emperor does not exist."

Just when Song Qingshu didn't know how terrifying the phantom of thunder in front of him was.

The prompt sound of the system rang in Song Qingshu's ears in time, dispelling a little doubt in his heart.

"Fortunately, if it is Diwei, where is the existence that I can contend with now?"

"If it's just a trace carved by the Dao of Heaven and Earth, then how could I lose!"

Listening to the system's notification tone, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel relieved.

If the Yin-Yang Emperor is really a projection of Emperor Wei, then Song Qingshu will definitely die.

Fortunately, this kind of trace is only aimed at those who are in the state of transforming gods, not in the state of divine light, let alone in the state of true gods.

Otherwise, I am afraid that this first pass will be destroyed by the phantom of the Yin-Yang Emperor.

"It's just transformed by thunder! There's no reason for you to be fierce! Kill me!"

Song Qingshu let out a clear whistle, and ordered his other three clones to rush towards the phantom of the Yin-Yang Emperor in the sea of ​​thunder.

A Song Qingshu lifted out the square heavy tripod with the word Bing, and slammed into the Yin-Yang mirror, exuding majestic power.

A Song Qingshu evoked a small world with the artistic conception of Kun, and fought against the Yin-Yang Emperor with the world's laws as his blade.

A majestic aura of the avenue of life emerged from behind a song qingshu, and death emerged from the aura of the avenue of life, turning into a dragon and slaying the yin and yang emperor.

In the end, Song Qingti clenched his hands into fists and confronted the Yin-Yang Emperor with unparalleled killing intent, vowing to tear him into fluorescent lights.

"I am the Great Emperor Yin Yang, with the sun and the moon in my palm, how dare the younger generation!"

Emperor Yin Yang was smashed to pieces by Song Qingshu, and he roared.

Chapter 587 The Imperial War

"Emperor Yin Yang? With the sun and the moon in your palm, and the void with your feet?"

"Oh, stop joking, you are nothing more than a phantom of the thunder in this world, how can you be regarded as a real Yin-Yang Emperor!"

"Go to hell with me!"

Song Qingshu's brows sank when he heard the Thunder Phantom who had transformed into the Great Yin-Yang Emperor snarl.

After a sharp roar, Song Qingshu immediately urged his three clones to transform into an afterimage with him, and violently killed the Yin Yang Emperor.

"Damn...evil! Emperor's prestige cannot be violated!"

The Yin-Yang Emperor transformed into thunder let out a stern roar, holding the sun, moon and stars in his hand, pushing the boundless avenue of mist towards Song Qingshu.

"boom!"

"boom!"

After a few muffled sounds came from the void, Song Qingshu and Emperor Yinyang immediately fought and entangled each other, and there was a fierce fight between them.

Even though the Great Yin-Yang Emperor was only transformed by thunder, he no longer had the power of a Great Emperor.

But when Song Qingshu was fighting fiercely with him.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but have an illusion about the infinite power and all kinds of magical Taoism that agitated from Emperor Yinyang.

He seemed to be facing the Yin-Yang Emperor when he was young, and he was confronting his real body.

Although Song Qingshu tried his best and was extremely powerful and powerful, he still couldn't kill Emperor Yinyang.

"Ding, the system prompts that another extremely powerful aura has been born in the sea of ​​thunder, please be careful with the host!"

Just when Song Qingshu and Yin-Yang Emperor Xuying were in an inseparable battle, the system's prompt sounded in Song Qingshu's ears again.

"Could it be that there is another emperor!?"

"Who is here again?"

Song Qingshu listened to the system's prompt sound in his ears, raised his sword eyebrows, his star eyes were dignified, he opened his lips in a whisper, and whispered doubtfully.

"boom!"

Endless flames emerged from the thunder calamity.

The sea of ​​fire fell from the sky, and the flames scattered in all directions.

After a dull bang, an incomparably huge holy furnace descended from the sky.

Although the holy furnace was transformed by the phantom projected by lightning, it seemed to be made of the divine material phoenix blood red gold.

Standing above the burning stove was an incomparably stalwart figure, ruthlessly suppressing Song Qingshu.

"Sun Sacred Furnace, this is the Emperor of the Sun!?"

Song Qingshu waved his sleeves to disperse the holy fire that filled the sky around him, and then he couldn't help being surprised again.

Another member of the Tiandi chat group appeared, which shows that the Qiqi Great Realm is indeed a place where heroes gather.

Even the extremely mysterious Sun Emperor in the history of cultivating Taoism was left with a trace of imprint by Tiandao.

"But it's another counterfeit! I want to kill as many existences like this!"

Song Qingshu let out a cold snort, calming down the panic in his heart, and then divided into two clones to surround and kill the Sun Emperor.

"Bastard!"

Although Sun Rendi was also transformed by thunder, there was majesty in the opening and closing of his eyebrows.

He looked at the two clones who took the initiative to kill him, his face was extremely heavy.

Then the Sun Emperor let out a yell, raised the Sun Sacred Furnace, and blasted Song Qingshu's clone away.

A ray of flames spewed out from the holy furnace.

The remnant rainbow surged for thousands of miles in the air, smashing down on Song Qingshu's avatar like a jet of melted liquid, it can be called divine power!

Song Qingshu's avatar controlling the Dao of Life was smashed hard by the Sun Sacred Furnace, his back suddenly collapsed, and the bones all over his body were almost broken, and suffered heavy injuries.

"what!"

Song Qingshu's avatar let out a stern roar, healed all the injuries he had suffered with the incomparably majestic law of life, and he was alive and powerful immediately.

Seeing this scene, Rendi Sun couldn't help but look more solemn.

"Yehuo Cangyun!"

The Sun Emperor shot without reservation in the void, directly igniting the entire sky where Song Qingshu was standing.

The splendor of the soaring flames suppressed the flashes of infinite thunder, and as soon as the Sun Emperor's way came out, the heaven and earth were covered with unparalleled holy fire.

Such power and influence almost caused Song Qingshu's avatar to almost directly hate him.

After thinking up to this point, Song Qingshu finally understood the terrible consequences of cutting off his mortal aura.

For ordinary monks, cutting off the breath of the world of mortals is naturally impossible to be a dead end, as long as they survive the catastrophe, everything will turn around.