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And at this moment, a wisp of chaotic air overflowed from the ancient bronze coffin, sending Song Qingshu flying away.

Song Qingshu's divine body transformed by the fountain of life was also punched out with a transparent blood hole.

If it weren't for the Chunjun sword and the dark blade that emitted a burst of energy to resist the chaotic energy at the critical moment, it is estimated that Song Qingshu would have been destroyed by the chaotic energy.

Song Qingshu was shocked, this is too scary!

A breath of chaos!A body comparable to a god-emperor is like paper, and it cannot be stopped at all.

It can be seen how powerful the Demonic Daoist was before!

Song Qingshu was inexplicably shocked, what was in the ancient bronze coffin?Being able to recite the sounds of the Great Dao and Heaven may be an ancient scripture, and a wisp of chaotic energy overflowing may be a treasure, but if it is a corpse, it will be even more terrifying.

Chapter 874 The small copper coffin under the ancient bronze coffin!

After a long time, Song Qingshu's wounds from the chaotic qi healed. Naturally, he didn't dare to lift the coffin lid again, because there was a peerless murderous intent!

Song Qingshu paced next to the ancient bronze coffin, carefully observing each engraving on the ancient bronze coffin, thinking about it seriously, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, countless amazing thoughts came to his mind.

There are too many secrets in the vast universe. There is no end to the great roads and ancient roads, and the end is unknown. This ancient and mysterious star land may be just a journey.

Song Qingshu pondered for a long time, and then sacrificed the Chunjun sword and the dark blade, and the powerful breath of life in his body lingered around him.

He came to those huge dragon corpses, and made up his mind about them, no matter if they were real dragons or not, but they were so similar in shape, it must be unusual.

Taking a step back, even being a flood dragon, most of them have evolved to an unpredictable state, perhaps only one step away from a real dragon!

The fact that these dragon corpses were left here in the ancient or ancient times, and they have not decayed so far, is enough to explain everything. These dragon corpses are full of treasures.

Even if Song Qingshu didn't use his true energy at this time, his physical body was still unparalleled in divine power.

But when he came to the dragon corpse, he grabbed a scale on a dragon corpse with both hands, and tried hard for a long time, but he couldn't pull it out, let alone cut the flesh and let the blood out.

Song Qingshu stood in front of this dragon corpse, sighed deeply, and opened his lips and said: "This dragon corpse is so hard? Tens of thousands of years have passed, but the flesh still has not rotted, and it is still so hard. It seems that these The way of the dragon is not shallow, and it is even very likely to be a real dragon!"

Seeing that the scales on the dragon corpse could not be removed, Song Qingshu then set his target on the dragon's beard and horn.

"when!"

Apart from anything else, Song Qingshu went to the position of the dragon's head and snapped off the dragon's horn with all his strength, but his jaws were so shocked that he couldn't pull it off at all. He grabbed a dragon's beard and almost strangled his palm, but he couldn't get it off.

Song Qingshu kicked the dragon's head fiercely, and complained: "This is a peerless treasure. I guard them, but I can't get any of them out!"

Song Qingshu really had no choice. He wanted to try to carry a dragon, but found that it was heavier than a mountain. Let alone resisting it, he couldn't even lift it off the ground slightly.

Song Qingshu had no choice but to shake his head, and then returned to the ancient bronze coffin. In the next few days, he contemplated the copper coffin and these dragon corpses while recuperating his wounded body. Unfortunately, he clearly knew that they were treasures, and he was even able to pass through the ancient coffin and the dragon corpses. The dragon corpse found the secret of the ancient times.

But there is nothing to do. It is a very helpless thing to cut continuously, unable to move, guarding the treasure mountain empty, but unable to get a copper.

In a blink of an eye, Song Qingshu has been in this forbidden zone of life for more than half a year. In this forbidden zone preserved in the ancient times, Song Qingshu's cultivation base has been greatly improved, and he also has a lot of secrets about the ancient times. understood.

Half a month later, the fruits Song Qingshu picked have almost been refined, and he has nearly ten rules of the Dao that he can fully grasp at the moment. These rules of the Dao are integrated with his meridians. At any time, he can use the avenue of heaven and earth for his own use, and this is the scary thing about a real strong man in the divine realm.

Then, Song Qingshu picked up several other mountain ranges that had not been picked yet.

Soon Song Qingshu was ready to pick the divine fruits from other mountains.

This time he went well, and picked another kind of fruit, shaped like little suns, all golden and perfectly round, each one as big as a baby's fist.

After picking the fruit, Song Qingshu returned to the ancient bronze coffin. What he didn't know was that the moment he left after picking the fruit, a man in black appeared from the fountain of life on every mountain. .

The man looked at the direction where Song Qingshu left, with a gratified expression on his face, and then turned into a pool of spring water, merging with the entire fountain of life.

Of course, Song Qingshu didn't know about it. After he returned to the ancient bronze coffin, he directly began to refine the fruit.

When Song Qingshu was refining the fruit, the ancient bronze coffin was filled with brilliance, full of fragrance, and the brilliance shone.

The pores of his body are dilated, and he is constantly baptized by divine power. He really looks like the essence of the sun. The medicinal power is mysterious and powerful, beautiful and crystal clear, just looking at it makes people intoxicated.

Song Qingshu began to retreat again. On the sixth day, after he refined two golden sun fruits, one after another incomplete Taoist diagrams surrounded him, imprinted in his body, and submerged into the meridians.

It can be clearly seen that among Song Qingshu's meridians, there are patterns with the rules of the road constantly flashing on it.

At the same time, Song Qingshu's physical body also began to change, and the bones and flesh seemed to be regenerated.

Three days later.

When Song Qingshu refined the third sun god fruit, his bones crackled, his body split, and a layer of old skin sloughed off, giving birth to a new body.

At this time, his physical body is extremely tyrannical, full of vitality and vigor, and his fleshy shell is stronger than before!

Song Qingshu waved his fist, felt the strength of the fist, and said to himself: "It seems that my physical strength is about to reach the peak of the emperor, but it is possible, but I cannot reach the physical body of the emperor."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu turned his head to look at the ancient bronze coffin beside him.

"Chong!"

Song Qingshu used all his strength to lift the ancient bronze coffin. It is conceivable how powerful his divine power is at this time, surpassing the past.

Although it was very strenuous, he was really shaken, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, his body was full of vigor, sweat flowed, and golden blood qi wrapped around his body like a flame.

"Dangdang!"

When he fully lifted the ancient bronze coffin, a copper coffin much smaller than this ancient bronze coffin fell down and hit the ground with a loud noise.

"Huh? What is this?"

Looking at the small copper coffin that fell out from under the ancient bronze coffin, Song Qingshu was very curious.

Afterwards, he slowly put the ancient bronze coffin aside, then stretched out his hand to grab the small copper coffin.

But when Song Qingshu just wanted to pick up the small copper coffin, he found that it was also very heavy. Song Qingshu exhausted all his strength to lift the small copper coffin.

Looking at the small copper coffin in his hand, Song Qingshu was very curious and also slightly surprised, because there was no crack on the small copper coffin, as if it was a whole, and it was impossible to open it at all.

After observing carefully for a while, Song Qingshu put the small copper coffin aside, but when he put the small copper coffin on the ground, suddenly there were two chains deep above the small copper coffin, entangled Song Qingshu.

Chapter 875 God Lord Fifth Heaven!

The moment the small copper coffin was attached to Song Qingshu's back, his whole body bent down.

Song Qingshu was completely unprepared, and was directly crushed by this extremely heavy small copper coffin, almost lying on the ground.

Then Song Qingshu released his true energy and dragged the small copper coffin on his back with a helpless expression on his face.

The Chunjun sword came out of his body, trying to cut off the wound around his back, but things went against his will. The Chunjun sword slashed on the curtain, only sparks splashed, and there was not even a small crack in the case.

No matter how hard Song Qingshu tried, the small copper coffin remained motionless on his back, so Song Qingshu had no choice but to give up.

Song Qingshu then ignored the small copper coffin on his back, although it was heavy, he could bear it.

Song Qingshu slowly walked out of the range of the ancient bronze coffin, and looked at the tops of the other three mountains, where there were still three kinds of fruits that he had not picked.

Song Qingshu stood there, vaguely able to see the sacred tree on the top of the mountain in the distance, and muttered to himself: "There are three more fruits, I want to pick them all, and completely perfect the power of the sword in my body!"

So, after a day's rest, Song Qingshu set out with the small copper coffin on his back.

In the next few days, Song Qingshu encountered Huang Nu several times, because the existence of the small copper coffin greatly limited his strength, so Song Qingshu did not climb to the top of those mountains.

A few days later, Song Qingshu seemed to have made up his mind, and walked up the mountain step by step with the small copper coffin on his back. The bones of his body were shaking under the pressure. With every step, the iron-hard mountains burst into big cracks.

After climbing to the mountain range, he saw Huang Nu again, except for the female Huang Nu, everyone else was present! yuyV Song Qingshu moved forward step by step, several desolate slaves stared at the small copper coffin on Song Qingshu's back in a daze, did not take any action, and retreated, as if they did not want to get too close.

"brush!"

In the end, these desolate slaves jumped down into the abyss and never appeared again, as if they were extremely afraid of the copper coffin.

It was the first time for Song Qingshu to collect medicine with a coffin on his back. On this day, he picked three kinds of fruits in succession, all of which were extraordinary.

There is another kind that looks like a flying bird, looks like a vermillion bird, is as red as blood, and is lifelike, as if it is about to spread its wings and fly away in the air. There are two in total.

The last kind of fruit is also very special in shape, shaped like a small disc, with blue light shining, and there are eight scars on it, which are light golden, very resembling gossip, and there are four in total.

"This……"

Song Qingshu looked at these fruits and was amazed. These fruits are really special, there is no one kind of heavy, and all of them are incomparably magical, dazzling and shining.

Then Song Qingshu sealed it with the fruits of True Qi Realm and put it in the Qiankun bag.

Song Qingshu successfully picked all the fruits on these mountains, and carried the small copper coffin back with difficulty. On the way down the mountain, he almost rolled down. The small copper coffin was so heavy that his bones were almost broken.

Back beside the ancient bronze coffin, the small copper coffin on Song Qingshu's back was still attached to his back.

But a strange thing happened, when Song Qingshu was sitting next to the ancient bronze coffin, the small copper coffin on his back gave off an ancient aura.

These auras lingered around Song Qingshu, and the power of the Dao in his body also circulated autonomously.

When the breath from the small copper coffin was completely absorbed by Song Qingshu, the small copper coffin on his back fell off automatically, and the curtains wrapped around Song Qingshu's body also disappeared.

Regarding this, Song Qingshu was even more surprised. What exactly is this small copper coffin, why did it appear under the ancient bronze coffin, why did it attach to his back, and why did it leave on its own now? It was so miraculous that Song Qingshu couldn't understand it.

Then Song Qingshu closed his eyes, opened his lips to the system and asked, "System, what is this little copper coffin, and why did this happen?"

When Song Qingshu's voice just fell, a cold breath came out from the center of Song Qingshu's eyebrows and shot towards the small copper coffin, and then the system's prompt sound appeared in Song Qingshu's ears: "Ding, the system prompts that it is currently scanning and analyzing. The progress is [-]%, please wait patiently, the host."

"Ding, the system prompts that it is scanning and analyzing, and the current progress is 20.00%, please wait patiently for the host."

"Ding, the system prompts that it is scanning and analyzing, and the current progress is 30.00%, please wait patiently for the host."

……

At this time, Song Qingshu took out a fruit he had just picked, sat cross-legged, and began refining.

The aura emanating from the fruit permeated the side of the ancient bronze coffin. It was rich and fragrant, and it burst into incomparably gorgeous light from time to time.

When refining Chiniaoguo, Song Qingshu seemed to have a vermilion bird flying around him, a phoenix chirping softly, the incomplete Dao map circulating, every inch of flesh and blood trembling, constantly changing blood and rebirth.

When refining the small tripod divine fruit, Song Qingshu's bones were broken inch by inch, and then reassembled, constantly reborn, and the incomplete Dao image was wrapped around the body, and finally submerged in the Dao rules of the meridians.

When refining the divine fruit of gossip scars, the eight innate veins turned into gossip and arranged in all directions, surrounded Song Qingshu, and one after another mysterious Taoist diagrams emerged, drowning him.

When Song Qingshu finished refining these three fruits, Song Qingshu underwent a radical change. His physical body was extremely tyrannical, and he seemed to be able to pierce the world with his hands and feet.

The red bird fruit, the tripod-shaped fruit, and the eight-diagram fruit are clear and flawless, shining like colorful glass, dazzling, and the incomplete Tao map after being refined is also mysterious and unpredictable, and it is constantly branded into his body.

Song Qingshu was not allowed to use the exercises to gradually refine the remaining energy in his body.

Outside Song Qingshu's body, the blood-red birds are flying, the simple and natural small tripod is ups and downs, and the profound gossip diagram is spinning, which is very strange.

Just at this time.