Chapter 376

The colorful golden elixir is definitely the strongest golden elixir skill in the world, which is beyond doubt.

Because this skill integrates the understanding of many great emperors such as the cruel emperor on the realm of golden elixir.

Therefore, the perfect colorful golden elixir will become more perfect.

Now the colorful golden elixir is broken and reborn.

Different rosy clouds float on the golden elixir pattern.

Even now, song Qingshu has the magical skill of absorbing damage.

At first glance, this kind of scenery is almost like a miracle, which does not surprise song Qingshu.

After all, song Qingshu is a man with all kinds of plug-ins.

The heaven swallowing method of the cruel emperor.

The divine array of the endless emperor.

The burning decision of Emperor Yan.

Chaos master's hole spell.

There are thousands of ancestral talismans of Wuzu.

The colorful golden elixir definitely integrates the essence of these great emperors.

If you don't go against the sky, is that amazing?

But now the old man in grey in front of song Qingshu is not

Song Qingshu feels very common.

In the eyes of the old man in gray, it is so incredible.

So that when the transmission array at the foot of song Qingshu began to shine.

The old man in grey just regained his consciousness and said angrily:

"You say I'm better than dead?"

"Song Qingshu, do you think our black steel army is so unbearable?"

"I have stood in the world with an arrow for nearly a hundred years. I don't know how many people have died under my arrow?"

"Cough, cough..."

"I have my pride! Song Qingshu, what do you mean by saying that I'd rather die than live this life? Cough... "

"How on earth did you do...?"

The old man in grey became more and more excited.

In the end, he stuck in his throat as if he couldn't spit out a mouthful of phlegm.

He was out of breath for a moment and had to cough violently.

Facing the roar of the old man in gray, song Qingshu felt very boring.

Is the world of the Dragon understandable to the mole ants on the ground?

Does the dragon have to be patient to answer every mole ant's roar and question?

Of course, the Dragon doesn't want to. The vast sky and the boundless blue sea are waiting for its flying and dragon howling.

So song Qingshu naturally did not want to.

So he still stood quietly in place without saying anything.

The old man in grey did not speak when he saw song Qingshu.

Thought song Qingshu was guilty, he spit out a mouthful of bloody sputum and then yelled:

"Don't think I don't know. What secret treasure can you rely on to block my bows?"

"If it hadn't been for the secret treasure you were pregnant with, you would have been shot into a beehive by my murderous arrow!"

Although song Qingshu was in a good mood at this time, the old man in grey died like this.

Then his fate is also determined to be a tragedy.

After hearing the roar of the old man in grey.

Song Qingshu turned around with a smile on his face:

"Why?"

Smelling the speech, the old man in gray raised the iron bow weighing a thousand kilograms again.

Instead of controlling the string between his fingers, he held the bow string directly with a calloused iron palm.

Then the old man in grey was like crazy and tried his best to pull the bow and shoot. The arrow gas kept swinging in the air, just like a frightened fish in the sea.

However, no matter how the arrow gas dispersed towards the four heaven and earth of song Qingshu, the arrow gas will finally condense back to song Qingshu.

Poop poop!

With a dull and violent sound, holes appeared in the blood clothes of song Qingshu.

There are white marks under the broken hole.

There is still no blood in the white mark

The iron palm of the old man in grey clothes was cracked by the trembling iron string, leaving a rich blood in the mouth of the tiger.

Blood flowed down the trembling bow string, so there was a pool of blood on the ground.

But the old man in gray didn't feel the acrimony and pain in his palm.

Because compared with the pain in his hands, the smile on Song Qingshu's face now makes him feel angry and desperate.

"Why do you think so?"

"Song Qingshu, if you don't have some kind of secret treasure, how can you live after I shoot you with my bow?"

"Do you want to say that the nine realms of the golden elixir can make you so powerful?"

"Even Lord moyeka dare not resist my arrow free bow!"

The old man in grey pointed to song Qingshu with a bloody palm and said with a pale face.

Song Qingshu still has a light smile on his face:

"It's foolish of you to take me and moye Gabi."

"I didn't want to kill you at first, but your repeated provocations are just a mistake!"

"So, old man, are you ready to die?"

Song Qingshu's double pedals showed a slightly luminous transmission array.

Song Qingshu's cool and indifferent eyes looked at the old man in gray.

After a long time.

Song Qingshu's mouth just raised a smile and smiled quite kindly.

The old man in grey looked at Song Qingshu's footsteps and stepped out of the transmission array.

He had just breathed a long sigh of relief, with a satisfied smile on his face.

In fact, the old man in gray doesn't really want to die.

He wants to live.

So if he had just let song Qingshu leave, he would still be alive.

The black steel army can still keep the last hundreds of monks, and the flag of the black steel army can still fly under the sky.

But as long as they are called the black steel army, the old man in gray can't live because he wants to live.

He must buy some time for the other three cases.

The transmission array is the last reliance of the old man in gray.

Today's transmission array has begun to shine slightly. It will take less than five seconds.

The people in the teleportation array will be teleported to three far away from the sky.

If song Qingshu does not rely on the infinite power of the transmission array.

With the strength of song Qingshu alone.

Even if he does his best to attack, it will take at least half a day to reach the nearest black feather evil sect.

There are too many changes that can happen in this small half day.

Black feather evil sect is likely to win.

Moxie Jia is likely to leave the customs ahead of time.

Tang Xun and Li Zhan are likely to change their minds and no longer help song Qingshu.

Regardless of the possibility of various conjectures.

As long as there is even the slightest possibility.

The old man in grey must gamble.

Therefore, the old man in grey must strive for this small half day.

... even if it's his own life!

"Tianluo array!"

The old man in grey stared at Song Qingshu and shouted at dozens of people who had been hidden around Song Qingshu for a long time.

Brush la la.

With the roar of the old man in gray.

Suddenly, a light white, silk like white smoke wrapped around Song Qingshu in the air.

With the white smoke, there are countless spells that appear on the top of song Qingshu's head, in front of him, behind him and under his feet.

The incantation suspended in the air emits colorful fluorescence.

Small lines stretch out from the mantra, and the lines are connected in the air, locking song Qingshu in the mantra.

"Tianluo array? I didn't expect you to have any spare power. "

Song Qingshu glanced up and said indifferently.

The old man in grey said with satisfaction:

"The transmission array transmits once, and it takes half a day to recharge."

"Song Qingshu, how about my move?"