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"boom!"

Nine old men who were half a step away from the Divine Light Realm came from the sky, and after a sharp shout, they each slapped their palms, smashing the void.

Song Qingshu fled away, and he easily avoided the sharp and infinite palm style, and the wind was calm.

However, the storm at the edge of Palm Wind still caused a lot of slaughter among this group of strong men. Dozens of strong men were separated from their limbs, and scarlet blood spilled all over the sky.

"clang!"

A giant square tripod appeared above Song Qingshu's head.

The huge tripod is simulated by the word Bingjue, and tens of thousands of regular breaths hang down from it.

Wan Dao's regular breath is like little dragons, each of which can crush a mountain and protect him tightly.

Under the absolute protection of no dead ends, for a while, no matter it is the way of killing, the great art of killing, or the supreme magic weapon, Song Qingshu can't do anything about it.

Standing under the tripod, Song Qingshu was unscathed, like a banished immortal, without any embarrassment in a chaotic battle.

"How did you get me?"

Song Qingshu looked at the outside world through the chain of rules, looked at the embarrassment of the opponents who were hiding in the void, and laughed.

"Everyone, the source of heaven and earth is very important to the emperor! And Song Qingshu still has at least two emperor scriptures! Do you understand what I mean?"

The top killer who came to the god organization appeared in the air, raised his sword and pointed at Song Qingshu, shouting.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, benefactor, let's go to the next life."

The Taoist priest in the form of a monk of wine and meat waved his whisk, shaking his head and shaking his head in a fairy-like manner.

"Treasures belong to virtuous people. Whether it's a treasure hunt or not, I'm going to fight!"

The saints and saints from all over the world shouted loudly.

"Hahaha! A bloody battle!"

The militant maniac laughed wildly like a madman, his pupils were red and bloody.

"No matter what purpose you have, come on, I will follow up."

Song Qingshu spoke indifferently, and was already prepared for a bloody battle without any fear.

"kill!"

Many masters roared, and countless immortals rushed forward together, all wanting to kill Song Qingshu Seizing Heaven, Dao Origin Qi and the two emperor scriptures.

As the saying goes, every husband is innocent, and he is guilty of guilt.

Song Qingshu knew this truth very well, so explaining and begging for mercy were useless.

On this ancient road to immortality, only the strong can make people submit, and only killing can make people clear-headed.

Now this group of powerhouses has begun to stir, and they are one step closer to Song Qingshu's mobilization of the killing formation.

Song Qingshu's steps were nimble, and even a large formation would not be able to keep him on weekdays.

But now he is surrounded by figures in all directions, and it can be said that he is trapped in a tight siege. No matter how agile he is, he can't escape at all.

"puff!"

In silence.

A divine sword made of bronze pierced towards him.

This sword is extremely fast, fast enough to keep up with Song Qingshu's pace.

This sword was extremely ruthless, so ruthless that Song Qingshu could not survive.

This sword is so accurate that even Song Qingshu can't avoid it.

hum!

This bronze sword appeared on the trajectory that Song Qingshu's body must pass through. If Song Qingshu hit it like this, his waist and abdomen would definitely be cut open.

However, there are too few people in this world who can hurt Song Qingshu.

In this flash of lightning, Song Qingshu brought his ghostly body skills to the extreme, turning sideways like a dream, avoiding a sword dangerously.

Even so, this sword also drew a white mark on his body, tearing through Song Qingshu's armor and battle clothes.

"Holy Son of Wanmu? Are you guys finally unable to bear it anymore?"

Song Qingshu looked at the swordsman and sneered.

Chapter 739 The Holy Son and the Holy Maiden

A sharp sword made of bronze pierced through the void, quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately appeared on Song Qingshu's only way.

If Song Qingshu didn't notice, and relied on his own speed to collide with this extremely sharp bronze sword, he would definitely be smashed into two pieces.

Fortunately, Song Qingshu has already integrated the two exercises of Lei Ling's Fengshen Leg and Yunwu Piaomiaojue, and they have reached the pinnacle.

Now Song Qingshu is using these two skills with all his strength, and his speed is faster than Xingzi Yimi.

In the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu used his speed to the extreme and narrowly dodged the sword. Even so, the extremely sharp bronze sword still left a white mark on Song Qingshu's body.

Song Qingshu's body armor was also pierced by the sword energy of the Bronze Excalibur.

Song Qingshu's expression turned cold, he gave a stern shout and then swung the Great Dragon Sacred Sword to chop forward.

Song Qingshu thought it was another person organized by the gods, but he didn't expect that the person who shot was Wanmu Shengzi.

This peak king from a foreign race had already lurked in front of his eyes at some point, turning into a poisonous snake that ambush him, waiting for the moment to move, a thunder strike.

At this time, the golden light of the Wanmu Shengzi covered his whole body, from his hair to his feet.

Covering his body in red divine clothes, he concealed the original appearance of the Son of Wanmu. If Song Qingshu hadn't possessed the eyes of the heavens, he wouldn't have been able to see who it was.

"How dare you! Son of Wanmu, do you think I won't be able to see through this?"

"Could it be that you are afraid that I won't be able to liquidate you afterwards? Don't worry, I won't let you live until then."

Song Qingshu looked at the armored man in front of him, smiled coldly, and said jokingly.

Being seen through his real body, Wanmu Shengzi didn't panic, he just kept silent, neither excused himself, nor acknowledged the authenticity of Song Qingshu's words.

"Buzz!"

With a slight tremor in the sky, the Son of Wanmu turned into a red gold God of War, and the rules of the Dao descended from the nine heavens and surrounded him.

All of a sudden, the colorful rays of light blazed, and a blood light suddenly shot out from the hand of the Son of Myriad Eyes, followed by an incomparably terrifying devouring force, melting everything.

"Ding, the system prompts that it has detected that the terrifying energy that can kill the powerhouse of the divine light is being bred, please be careful with the host!"

Just when Song Qingshu hadn't figured out what the Wanmu Shengzi wanted to do, a prompt sound from the system sounded deep in Song Qingshu's mind.

Song Qingshu's heart was awe-inspiring, his expression was indifferent, thunder clouds rose under his feet, and in the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu used his body skills to the extreme, turning into a ray of light and rushing out.

The blood glow in the hands of the Wanmu Shengzi finally turned into a black blood hole, and many strong men were swallowed by the blood hole and turned into blood.

"Myriad Beast Blood Box!"

Many strong men, including the killers of the god organization, took a deep breath and said in horror.

Song Qingshu's expression remained unchanged, but his heart trembled.

This Ten Thousand Beast Blood Box is a sacred item that was refined by a peerless strongman of the Ten Thousand Eyes Monster Clan in the past with his own blood and the heart and soul of [-] other alien races for several years.

On weekdays, the Wanshou blood box is very common, and it is not as bloodthirsty as other fierce soldiers. However, as soon as the box is opened, it is a powerful and powerful existence!

No matter what kind of master it is, as long as it is absorbed into the blood box, it will be destroyed physically and mentally, and there is no chance to escape.

Just now, if it wasn't for the system in Song Qingshu's mind to make a decisive decision, coupled with Song Qingshu's detached body skills, his reaction was like thunder, and he almost hit the road!

Wanmu Shengzi is harmless to humans and animals on weekdays, and is amiable. During the battle of the treasure hunt, he kept a necessary distance from Song Qingshu and never disturbed him.

But I didn't expect that once these ruthless people decided to make a move, they would sacrifice such a terrifying and vicious fetish, which could transform any tangible thing, and it was extremely terrifying.

"Holy Son of Wanmu, I really didn't expect that a person like you would use hidden weapons to kill the enemy? Don't you think you can't defeat me head-on?"

Song Qingshu glanced at the Wanshou blood box with his Tongtian Dao eyes, and when he saw the spell on it, he knew that the Son of Wanmu had come prepared.

"Who would have thought?"

To Song Qingshu's surprise, at this time, the Wanmu Shengzi did not continue to remain silent, but sneered, and his spiritual thoughts transmitted the voice.

Song Qingshu frowned and thought for a moment, then couldn't help but nodded,

Indeed, no one would have thought that the person holding the Wanshou blood box was the holy son of the Wanmu clan.

As soon as the Ten Thousand Beast Blood Box came out, even if Song Qingshu wanted to liquidate it afterwards, he would inevitably fall into the conversation.

At that time, the Son of Wanmu can sue Song Qingshu for framing him.

"Ding, the system prompts that it has detected that the terrifying energy that can kill the powerhouse of the divine light is being bred, please be careful with the host!"

The moment Song Qingshu was thinking about something, the system notification sounded in his mind again, pulling Song Qingshu back to reality, and he stopped thinking.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a chaotic ray appeared beside Song Qingshu. The chaotic ray was so sharp that it almost hit Song Qingshu.

Wherever the light passes, even the void is directly annihilated and shattered.

The system had already given a reminder before, so Song Qingshu was not surprised, turned around to avoid it, and looked back calmly.

Ten feet away from Song Qingshu, there was a strange man with disheveled hair wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, holding a rotten cork.

The cork is surrounded by the aura of the Great Dao, and there is a chaotic mist floating up and down. Song Qingshu relied on the aura of chaos to send out such a beam of light just now.

Saintess of Nangong!

This strange old man in coir raincoat and bamboo hat turned out to be the all-powerful Nangong Saintess.

Such a big gap, I am afraid that no one except Song Qingshu will be able to know.

Even Song Qingshu couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw Nangong Shengnv's outfit.

Nangong Shengnv also carried a purple-red gourd on her back. The gourd was about half the height of a person, and it was huge compared to ordinary gourds.

"Nangong Shengnv, you still toasted me today, how about toasting a cup of rough tea now?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's just that I never drink with perverts. You dress up like this, which makes me terrified."