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The golden light is dazzling, preventing the killing thoughts on the demon box from sticking to the body, black and white Tai Chi circulates behind Song Qingshu, ten thousand dharma is invincible, as firm as a diamond.

"Bingzijue, rotten cork."

Song Qingshu's spiritual thoughts moved the general trend of the world, imagining the shape of the rotten cork, and then imitated one with the word Bing.

Snapped!

Song Qingshu stretched his hand into the void, and protruded another rotten wooden hammer from it, and smashed it violently, scattering endless blood.

"The ghost box made by the legendary alien butcher using taboo methods, no matter what, it will belong to me today!"

Song Qingshu laughed loudly, and said in extremely arrogant words.

He swung the rotten wooden hammer flowing with the chaotic breath, and a series of terrifying chaotic lights shot out, hitting the third snake.

Chaos and mist were rampant, and several black holes were dug out in the void, and cracks filled the sky immediately.

"Dream! My surname is Song, I, the third snake, will fight with you today!"

The youngest snake roared ferociously, and the snake-shaped scar on his face came alive at this moment, like a vicious python twisting its body.

"boom!"

The whole body of the demon box is dark red, and the box is less than three inches long, but it contains an endless sea of ​​blood.

At the moment when the youngest snake roared, the endless sea of ​​blood rushed out, and the boundless scarlet waves surged into the sky, almost submerging the world.

"Hey!"

Song Qingshu split a black hole with the chaotic breath on the rotten cork, the black hole was infinite, and guided the monstrous sea of ​​blood into it.

Immediately Song Qingshu activated his divine sense again, and shot at the third snake with the chaotic divine light on the rotten cork.

In this way, each relying on their own treasures, these two peerless masters fought and fought for thousands of rounds in an instant.

"boom!"

The pseudo-emperor's killing formation was running, and countless chains of rules were revealed in the formation, and the killing light flowed out, which was extremely terrifying.

The third snake, while fighting against Song Qingshu's rotten cork, carefully avoided the chain of rules.

"Bingzijue, tenfold increase!"

Song Qingshu once again urged the Bingzijue to increase the rotten cork in his hand tenfold, making it radiant, as if it had life in an instant.

The cork was agile, and shot out a large chaotic glow in one breath.

This is an extremely terrifying and terrifying scene. The rotten cork in Song Qingshu's hand keeps spouting chaotic mist, the black night sky keeps collapsing, and a black hole appears.

Feeling the fear of death at this moment, the youngest snake screamed heart-piercingly, and quickly blocked it with the demon box.

but.

Song Qingshu's Bingzijue's tenfold increase is too terrifying, destroying everything in an instant!

Brush it.

The entire sea of ​​blood in the demon box was evaporated, everything was shattered, and the monstrous killing intent was purified, this murderous soldier can no longer have any effect on Song Qingshu!

"No! I have no grievances with you!"

The youngest snake broke down and cried loudly, almost on his knees crying and begging for mercy.

"None of my business?"

Song Qingshu spoke indifferently, and continued to make the rotten cork gush out with light.

The third snake had no way to dodge in the false emperor's killing formation, so he had to fight hard.

Only a "bang" sound was heard, and the third snake was swept away by a piece of chaotic light, his body was cracked and his skin was ripped apart.

"You're still alive like this? You're really lucky."

Looking at the third snake who was vomiting blood, Song Qingshu threw out a sentence indifferently, and then yelled: "Bing Zijue, ten times the increase!"

"Buzz!"

At this moment, Song Qingshu turned himself into a weapon, multiplied himself by ten times, and used Lei Ling Fengshen's legs, rushing towards him like a ray of light, extremely fierce.

Chapter 752 Danger Coming Again?

"Buzz!"

Song Qingshu turned himself into a soldier with ten times the boost, running Lei Ling Fengshen's legs, stepping on the thunder light, dancing clouds and mist around his body, and rushed over like a streamer.

"This time I ask you whether you will die or not!"

Song Qingshu struck out one after another under the ten-fold increase in combat power, lightning strikes faster than lightning and thunder, and each blow was unparalleled.

"Song Qing..."

As soon as the third snake wanted to beg for mercy, he was hit by the chaotic breath of the rotten cork in Song Qingshu's hand, making him spurt blood.

I saw that he was swept by the chaotic light again, most of the bones in his body were broken. In the pain, he roared in horror, saying: "Song Qingshu, you can't kill me... I have dragon blood flowing in my body. A branch of the Demon Dragon Clan..."

"boom!"

Song Qingshu didn't want to give Snake Lao San a chance to continue talking, and his combat power was ten times stronger than before. The chaotic breath of the rotten cork shattered the void, knocked it into the air, and almost shattered it into mud.

"I dare to kill the Dragon King, but the branch bastards dare to threaten me?"

Song Qingshu sneered, the rotten cork shone brightly, and once the chaotic breath hit the third snake's chest heavily, denting it.

"You just..."

The third snake was so angry that his blood surged, and he coughed up blood one after another.

"Boom!"

Song Qingshu used the chaotic light of the rotten cork to resist the endless sea of ​​blood of the demon box, the light imprisoned the sea of ​​blood, and the two weapons stuck together.

There is also a time limit for the ten-fold increase in Song Qingshu's strength in the military battle, and it has just ended now.

But the third snake is also at the end of his battle, fighting hard.

"boom!"

Song Qingshu stretched out his right palm, the palm condensed into the phantom of the Kunpeng, and he struck it with a bang, causing a destructive vibration.

"Clap!"

The Third Snake raised his arm, and took Song Qingshu's palm with his arm, and with a soft sound, Song Qingshu's arm broke, and then his chest collapsed.

Song Qingshu's Kunpeng palm stamped his immortal body covered with tough snake scales, and the snake scales shattered inch by inch!

"puff!"

After experiencing countless catastrophes and baptisms, Song Qingfeng's physical body is so powerful now.

His palm, which was like a big millstone, slapped firmly on the body of the third snake, and with just one palm, he was torn apart on the spot, and his limbs were shattered.

After a strange cry, the primordial spirit of the third snake rushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness, tore open the crack, and wanted to escape.

Between Song Qingshu's brows, Tongtian Dao's eyes widened angrily, and a villain of Yuanshen stepped out of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The villain of Yuanshen shone with a thousand feet of light, as dazzling as the sun. He carried a huge square tripod and rushed through the void, shattering his old snake Sanyuanshen.

This is the end.

Another future master of the world fell again, and the third snake was supposed to finally transform into a dragon and roam freely in the world, but he was obliterated just like that, and became a cloud of history from now on, no longer existing.

Song Qingfeng killed seven or eight top powerhouses in one day, such a record is enough to shock the world, and now Song Qingfeng has killed so many powerhouses.

Behead to kill.

Bolognese all over the place.

The two add up.

Not to mention the second pass, even the entire ancient road to ascending immortals will cause huge waves.

"Where is Liu Yunxiao?"

"Where is Yan Chiyun, a relational accountant of the Fifth Shenguan? Just now I clearly sensed that they are here too..."

Song Qingshu looked at the blood and mud all over the floor, frowned slightly, and murmured to himself.

……

At this time, it was already the middle of the night, and the thick dark clouds above the Second Shenguan began to dissipate, and the brilliant starlight fell down like water like a waterfall, and the Shenguan was peaceful.

but.

The atmosphere in the starlight array.But it is not as peaceful as Shenguan.

The smell of blood raged in the starlight formation, and it hit the nostrils.

The strong breath of death and the shadow of death permeate here, as if an Avici Hell descended on the world.

The big grinding disc formed by the false emperor-level killing array has disappeared. Under the cold moonlight, the place where Song Qingshu stands is a very thick layer of blood mud.

Among the scarlet blood mud, there are also some very eye-catching snow-white bone residues.

At first glance, this is a scene that makes people feel horrified. The bone fragments are mixed with the scarlet meat paste, and the brains and stumps are scattered all over.

Anyone who saw it with their own eyes would be horrified and their scalp would tingle. This is a real Shura place, Abi Hell.

Except for Monk Jiurou and Shengzi Wanmu who used incarnations to ward off the disaster, the rest of the people in the circle died.

No one can escape, this is the power of the pseudo-emperor pattern, whether it is the realm of divine light or the realm of transforming gods, they will all be wiped out!

Song Qingshu stood in the ancient formation of the puppet emperor's killing and conquest, and probed out his spiritual thoughts, but he did not find Liu Yunxiao and Yan Chiyun, a related household, in the formation.

Song Qingshu could perceive before that these two people must have come for him, but for some reason, they didn't enter the battle.

Perhaps his keen inspiration was superhuman, and he sensed the danger, so he turned and left, avoiding the killing situation arranged by Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked up at the night sky.

Now, he can no longer detect even a ray of energy here, and those who entered the battle are all dead, without exception, those who did not enter the battle are all scared away.

Seeing the power of Song Qingfeng's killing formation, no one dared to stop, and the starlight formation also dispersed with the wind under the influence of Song Qingshu's killing formation.

long after.