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Song Qingshu had just established himself here for a moment, and he had endured unimaginable and enormous pressure.

Above Song Qingshu's head, the chaotic atmosphere was surging and restless.

Every avenue of lightning is intertwined with chaos, and everything can be destroyed with the flow of breath.

Seeing such a thunderbolt, Song Qingshu couldn't help but gasped.

In the deepest part of the catastrophe, the thunder and light are indeed the most terrifying, even though Song Qingshu's current physical body is too strong to be ruled by common sense.

But lightning like this can definitely hurt him. Such a terrifying thunderbolt is probably prepared by heaven and earth for the strong in the realm of divine light.

If Song Qingshu stepped in, he would be bleeding within a moment.

Outside Lei Hai, Song Qingshu raised his head and watched quietly for quite a long time.

Then he sat cross-legged outside Lei Hai, and decided to do something that could almost be called crazy.

"Only a different path can make me stronger!"

"And I believe I will never die!"

After firming up these two beliefs, Song Qingshu directly made the villain of Yuanshen in his eyes step into Lei Haidang.

Let the villain of the Yuanshen be reborn from the catastrophe on the front line of life and death, making him even stronger and unparalleled.

If any other monks saw this scene at this time, they would be so shocked by Song Qingshu's actions that they couldn't believe it.

Notice.

The primordial spirit is the crystallization of a monk's spiritual knowledge and a body of cultivation. If it is lost, nothing will exist. The Tao dies and the body disappears, and there will be no other results other than this.

But Song Qingshu didn't care how dangerous this move was, but directly threw it into the Chaos Lightning, and let the Lightning forge it!

This move is tantamount to digging open the chest, exposing the heart directly to the cold wind, making it face the blowing of the cold wind.

During this process, Song Qingshu really cannot be careless and cautious.

"what!"

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain sits cross-legged in the sea of ​​thunder, running a black and white two-color Tai Chi diagram, and resisting the sky-filled thunder with incomparably tenacious spirit.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, then turned his mind into a knife, plunged the knife into the chaotic sea of ​​thunder, and kept engraving inscriptions on the body of the Yuanshen villain one after another.

These are the hundreds of ancient characters that Song Qingshu obtained from a dragon coffin during his three-year journey.

Three years have passed, although Song Qingshu has already figured out the meaning of these hundreds of ancient characters, but he still has no way to use them for himself.

Now Song Qingshu is a melting pot of scriptures, with millions of Dao patterns in his body, but he still can't see through this shortest scripture.

Because of this, Song Qingshu suspects that this shortest scripture must be engraved on the body of the Yuanshen villain in order to exude its power.

Therefore, Song Qingshu used the power of thunder to cast hundreds of ancient characters into the little man of Yuanshen, and then used the light of robbery to polish it over and over again, making it tempered thousands of times, and finally subjected to all kinds of casting.

Chapter 600

The chaotic sky thunder rolled and rolled, and the infinite power flashed and rolled in the sky thunder, and a sky thunder fell, and one side of the void was instantly shattered.

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain sits cross-legged in the billowing thunder, bathed in the thunderous light that fills the sky, constantly fighting on the line between life and death.

Under the danger of Yuanshen's villain falling at any time, Song Qingshu used his mind as a knife to carve with his heart.

The hundreds of scriptures obtained were inscribed on the body of Song Qingshu Yuanshen villain, and then the scriptures were cast into the bones of Yuanshen villain.

For some reason, the hundreds of small characters Song Qingshu got from the dragon coffin really don't show up in the world.

When Song Qingshu engraved hundreds of small characters on Yuanshen villain's body, those hundreds of small characters disappeared again and again.

It was clearly engraved on the Yuanshen villain by Song Qingshu, but in the end it still dissipated into a puddle of streamer.

However, even so, Song Qingshu still refused to give up, and used his thoughts to cast thousands of times on the Yuanshen villain again and again.

bang.

During this process, chaotic lightning all over the sky struck at Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain.

If Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain hadn't been sitting cross-legged in the black and white two-color Taiji diagram, he might have become a puddle of ashes, and nothing would be left.

At this moment, Thunder's power is really too strong, even if Song Qingshu stepped into the sea of ​​thunder with his current physical body.

I'm afraid he will be bruised and bruised in a short time, and he won't last long at all.

Although the power of the thunder is extremely terrifying, Song Qingshu is consistent, forging the primordial spirit in this chaotic sea of ​​electricity.

With the horror of the thunder that filled the sky, he kept forging his own Yuanshen villain, until the hundreds of ancient characters of Dao obtained from the dragon coffin were integrated into the Yuanshen villain by Song Qingshu.

The Yuanshen villain has become more and more miraculous, and the aura of the Great Dao flowing from his body has become more intense.

finally.

Song Qingshu can be said to have exhausted all his energy, and he didn't stop until it was really hard for him to continue.

Hundreds of ancient characters fell into the body of Song Qingshu Yuanshen villain, but Song Qingshu didn't care about whether those hundreds of ancient characters could exert extraordinary power.

Now, the villain in Song Qingshu's body has gone through such tempering.

With such a supreme thunderbolt power as fire, it is enough to use it for calcining, no matter whether hundreds of ancient characters can play a role or not!

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain only needs to walk in sync with Song Qingshu, and slowly transform.

Don't jump and jump, otherwise the soul is stronger than the body, there will always be some hidden dangers, and now the soul can advance together with the body, that's enough.

Boom!

When the Yuanshen villain was ups and downs in the sea of ​​thunder, Song Qingshu opened his Tongtian Dao Eye, and a torch-like light emerged from the Tong Tian Dao Eye.

Then there was a swipe, and the torch-like light shattered the void, penetrating into the chaotic electric sea.

Song Qingshu looked at the dark and boundless sea of ​​thunder, and couldn't help showing surprise on his face. After a long silence, he opened his lips and said: "What is in the depths of this chaotic sea of ​​thunder?"

"Is it a trace of a more powerful Dao? Or a more grand ancient Tiangong?"

"Is there a phantom of the Great Emperor floating in it? If so, how powerful is it?"

It is a pity.

Although Song Qingshu had many problems, it was difficult for the brilliance of his eyes to see through this sea of ​​thunder.

Song Qingshu could only vaguely sense that in the deepest part of the sea of ​​thunder, there was a trace of aura that would overwhelm the ancient heavens quietly.

Before that breath, even the gods couldn't help trembling, inviolable, and couldn't help feeling awe in their hearts.

In the sea of ​​thunder, strands of chaotic lightning emerged one after another, and each strand fell down like a vast and boundless sea.

The thunder was boundless, Song Qingshu thought about rushing through it, but the system judged that it was too difficult and dangerous.

So Song Qingshu didn't take any risks.

Just when Song Qingshu was halfway through casting and refining the Yuanshen villain, everything in the Heavenly Tribulation faded away, the vast Heavenly Punishment dried up, and the sky full of thunder subsided.

The blazing electric sea was completely extinguished, and it was as if it had never happened before.

Everything is like Song Qingshu's Nankey Yimeng, who sat cross-legged, in the depths of the independent thunder phantom, but all the lightning and brilliance disappeared.

Everything is real and illusory.

This makes people can't help but give birth to an extremely unreal feeling.

The vast thunder sea, the boundless catastrophe, the scenery in front of Song Qingshu at this time is really cold and dark.

It can be said that silence is eternal silence.

After the various strange scenery disappeared, everything above the sky was restored.

The sea of ​​thunder that originally surrounded Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain also lost all sound at this time, as if it had always been like this in ancient times.

So in the boundless loneliness, there is only a small man with a soul exuding brilliance who is independent, and Song Qingshu stands proudly.

In solitude.

A unique aura came from the heaven and the earth, and the aura flowed through Song Qingshu and his Yuanshen villain, completely washing away the mortal aura on both of them.

So far, Song Qingshu has really stepped into the realm of transforming gods, and the realm is extremely stable.

"Finally, it's still a success, right? No matter how difficult Lei Hai is to deal with, it looks like I've made it through like this!"

Song Qingshu sighed to himself.

This catastrophe that cleanses the breath of the world is really more terrible than the total catastrophe of Song Qingshu's first half of his life.

The phantom of the great emperor in the robbery cloud, the ancient palace that explodes at any time, and the boundless sea of ​​thunder.

All this made Song Qingshu have to fight to the death, which can be said to be close to death, but Song Qingshu still survived.

Now that the lead has been washed away, Song Qingshu's aura of mortal aura has been completely wiped out. Song Qingshu has stepped into the divine way and embarked on a completely different path from before.

The aura of the world of mortals was completely washed away, but Song Qingshu didn't seem very excited or trembling.

Today's Song Qingshu is peaceful and carefree, and has stood in this sea of ​​powerless thunder for a long time.

At last.

Song Qingshu directly raised his head and let out a clear whistle towards the sky, and then opened his mouth to hang Tianhe.

The Tianhe River is extremely powerful, Song Qingshu's aura is like a sword, the Tianhe River flows through the void, and there is a clanging sound in the void.

The sword-like aura shocked hundreds of thousands of miles, and the chaotic swords slashed towards the sky, with such power as a torrent, they completely wiped out the remaining Heavenly Tribulation without a trace, and never appeared again.

There was a light brushing sound.

The brilliance that appeared in Song Qingshu's eyes flashed by, and all the thousands of flying swords and turbulent swords in front of Song Qingshu's eyes disappeared at once.

Song Qingshu's expression became quite peaceful and tranquil. Song Qingshu stretched his body in the sea of ​​thunder, facing the vast void, his eyes were sharp, and all directions moved immediately.

Chapter 601 Reading Thousands of Books and Traveling Thousands of Miles

Under Song Qingshu's thought, there are thousands of rays of thunder flowing naturally in the void.

From the corner of the eye of the thunder, the thunder rushed straight to the sky, mixed into the sea of ​​stars, and then followed the star field, fell from the depths of the universe, and gathered towards Song Qingshu's body.

The afterglow of the thunder lingered on Song Qingshu's body, and finally turned into a sea of ​​shining silver brilliance, burying Song Qingshu in it.