Chapter 421

"Ding, the system prompts that the soul killing skill has been learned. Do you want to learn other skills?"

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu slightly lowered his eyebrows and looked at the calm yuan God in the golden ball of light held in his hand.

"Since I'm ready to give you a big gift, I can't lose my hospitality."

"Keep learning!"

Song Qingshu raised a cold smile around his mouth and spoke to the system.

As song Qingshu said this, it fell.

In Song Qing's mind, the rotating friction sound of mechanical gears suddenly sounded again.

"Ding, the system is learning the glass soul breaking technique. The learning progress is 10%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system is learning soul thousand blades. The learning progress is 10%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system is learning soul silver acupuncture. The learning progress is 10%. Please wait patiently."

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"Ding, the system is learning the glass soul breaking technique. The learning progress is 99%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system is learning soul thousand blades. The learning progress is 99%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system is learning soul silver acupuncture. The learning progress is 99%. Please wait patiently."

With the prompt sound of the system, song Qingshu kept ringing in his mind.

In Song Qingshu's mind, more and more Yuanshen skills suddenly appeared.

So that the yuan God power of song Qingshu, which was not weak, became more powerful.

Speaking of learning these skills sounds like a lot of trouble.

But in fact, it took song Qingshu less than half an hour to learn these skills in the real world.

Feel the countless skills and words surging into my mind.

Song Qingshu suddenly felt some pain on his forehead.

It was like being squeezed into countless pieces of pig iron in his mind.

Although this feeling is also quite uncomfortable.

However, compared with the pain when song Qingshu learned the four Kunyi methods, the pain at this time is hardly worth mentioning.

So song Qingshu just blinked, and the pain in his brain was burned like a burst of smoke.

"Are you ready?"

After a long silence, song Qingshu focused his attention on the yuan spirit of the golden light ball in his hand again, opened his lips and said with a smile.

"Ready for what?"

Yuan Ling in the golden ball listened to song Qingshu's laughter and said in surprise.

"Be ready to come with me everything you know."

"Like where you come from."

"What is the relationship between moyejia and you?"

Song Qingshu smiled coldly and loosened his palm, making the yuan spirit in the golden light take off in the green sky.

"Stupid!"

"As long as your realm does not reach the realm of transforming God, how can it cause any harm to my original God?"

The golden yuan Ling kept floating in the void before Song Qing wrote, speaking indifferently.

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu directly closed his eyebrows and eyes and stopped talking nonsense with the golden yuan Ling.

Then a powerful spiritual force surged out of song Qingshu's mind.

Then the spiritual power of song Qingshu turned into a sharp blade shining with cold light.

The blade of nothingness cuts across the sky.

Like a flash of lightning, it pierced into the golden ball of light.

"It doesn't make sense."

The golden Yuanling teased in the light ball, raised his eyebrows, opened his lips and said.

Song Qingshu is still indifferent and speechless, and indulges his spiritual power to cut across the golden yuan spirit.

Brush it.

The pants on Yuan Ling's legs turned into rags.

Then countless thin red lines appeared on his legs, from which golden blood flowed.

Pieces of flesh and blood flew out of Yuan Ling's legs like flying flowers in the sky. Then Mori white bones appeared on his thigh.

"What do you say?"

Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked at Yuan Ling, who was pale because of pain, with an extremely unscrupulous smile.

"Hoo! How is this possible? Why do I feel pain? And what's wrong with my thighs? "

Yuan Ling took a deep breath and cried in Song Qingshu's ear with an almost wailing tone.

This is obviously not the answer song Qingshu wants.

So song Qingshu closed his eyes again and interrogated the weak golden yuan Ling.

The spiritual power of song Qingshu turned into a spring breeze.

There are some invisible blades in the subtle spring breeze.

The spring breeze hit the body of the yuan Ling.

So yuan Ling's flesh and blood danced away from his body like a butterfly. A moment later, white bones appeared in his chest.

Yuan Ling, who received the torture, was very pale.

Like the holy snow behind at the beginning of the heavy snow.

Yuan Ling's eyebrows and eyes twitched constantly because of pain.

Because the unspeakable pain acted on him, his expression seemed to be crying and laughing.

His lips moved slightly as if to say something.

But after a burst of peristalsis of his lips, he was bitten and closed by his yellowing teeth and refused to make a sound.

Seeing this, song Qingshu knew that he was only one step away from the information he wanted.

"Very good!"

After Song Qingshu smiled and spoke, the invisible power outside the golden light continued to rage.

So the flesh and blood on Yuan Ling continued to peel off like fallen leaves.

The dark white bones gradually appeared in Yuanling's whole body, and the blood flowing in his whole body gradually became much less.

Song Qingshu can think of the most terrible punishment in the world, which is undoubtedly lingchi.

The golden yuan Lingxi, who had just tried to kill song Qingshu, was like those criminals who committed heinous crimes.

Bear the spiritual power of song Qingshu and enjoy the most painful torture that song Qingshu can think of.

A moment later.

The flesh on the golden yuan spirit has been removed, and the blood has flowed clean.

Under this endless pain, his consciousness was as flesh and blood as his body, if it were not for his teeth to tightly close his lips.

I'm afraid there must be a sour cry on the silent sky.

But at this time, there was not even a light sound on the sky, and the stillness was even more extremely disturbing.

"Come on, you can't bear it for long."

Song Qingshu looked at the golden yuan Ling several times and said indifferently.

The golden Yuanling's eyes were extremely dim, like a candle that could go out at any time in the wind.

But the light that flashed from his eyes from time to time made it like fireflies floating beside the mossy old tomb at night.

It's very scary.

If an ordinary person suffered such a severe punishment, he would have died at this time.

Unfortunately, the realm of Yuanling has exceeded the realm of transforming God. As long as it does not suffer a devastating blow, it will always be immortal.

It's a good thing because it's still alive.

This is also a kind of sadness, because living can feel this pain.

"Why did you do that!"

"The information clearly obtained from my mouth is not necessarily accurate and reliable!"

"Why don't you kill me?"

Yuan Ling howled in pain.

Song Qingshu was a little silent. After a long time, he said:

"Because you have offended me."