Chapter 427

Absorb energy until the muscles and veins break. Naturally, the situation is extremely bad.

Notice.

As song Qingshu became stronger and stronger, his muscles and bones were as tough as steel bars.

Even if song Qingshu stubbornly resisted the blow of Mo Xie Jia.

His bones may break, but his muscles and veins will not break.

Now its muscles and veins have broken inch by inch, which is undoubtedly the red light lit by the body after too much energy in the body.

"Hoo... Follow the thirty-six weeks of Dantian, and luck lies in the Three Acupoints of rear tail, Jiaji and Yuzhen..."

"Exhale and three fields... Between breath and one day..."

After the muscles and veins in Song Qingshu's body were burst by energy.

What he thought for the first time was not that he was flustered, but silently chanted the spiritual cultivation method in Taiqing Yuanying skill.

As song Qingshu kept whispering.

In Song Qingshu's body, the violent and slightly out of control energy suddenly obeyed a lot.

The few true words uttered by song Qingshu are like whip hands driving horses.

Under a whip from the whip hand.

The wanton energy fluctuation in Song Qingshu just now.

It is like changing from a wild bull to a obedient Nanshan sheep.

Although the amount of energy is still too large to count.

But the river of its energy is controllable.

At least in the river that absorbs energy, it will not hurt the muscles and veins in Song Qingshu's body.

"Emperor infinite's Taiqing Yuanying skill really has some meaning. It's just a few words. It has such magical effect?"

Song Qingshu felt that there was an orderly vitality in his body, and the river was flowing quietly. He whispered with a smile.

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu kept his mind and mind together, emptied his thoughts, didn't think about anything, didn't read anything.

He just let his body automatically swallow the huge energy emitted from the cornucopia.

So unconsciously.

The white cyclone in the belly of song Qingshu became bigger and bigger.

And the smooth golden elixir in his belly has become incomparably beautiful.

Beauty is like blue and white porcelain in a kiln waiting for misty rain.

It feels as if one more look will tarnish this art.

However, song Qingshu knew nothing and wanted nothing.

In his opinion, he just sat here and then didn't care about anything else.

In such a spiritual practice of keeping one mind and clear mind and clear environment.

Song Qingshu did not waste even a trace of energy in the cornucopia.

Absorb nearly 100% of the energy fluctuation in the cornucopia into the body.

The first day passed quietly after Song Qingshu kept his mind.

Then two days.

Again and again.

To seven.

……

Three months later.

In these three months, song Qingshu in the cave never opened his eyes, even for a moment.

So his body was full of dust and spider silk.

A few scattered mushrooms grew on the land under his feet.

But the temperament of song Qingshu has become more and more quiet and lofty.

It's like a relegated fairy in the world of mortals.

Even if his hair is full of spider silk and his coat is full of dust.

But he seemed so detached from the world, so the turbid matter on him had a little sacred meaning.

Three months later.

There are more and more turbid things on Song Qingshu.

But the more detached his temperament became.

Offset by the two, the temperament of song Qingshu is more elegant and detached than it was three months ago.

I don't know how long it took.

A patter came from Song Qingshu's belly.

Then the golden elixir the size of sand disappeared in the abdomen.

When the golden elixir reappeared, it had come to the middle palace of song Qingshu, trembling gently like life.

The breathing between the golden elixir huff and puff is longer than that in the belly of song Qingshu.

After a slight tremor, the golden elixir fell asleep like a tired baby.

So far.

The energy of countless spirit stones in the cornucopia was just absorbed by song Qingshu, and there was no more even a trace and a half.

"This is the realm of Yuanying?"

Song Qingshu opened his eyes. His black pupils were as deep as a universe.

Then song Qingshu stood up, squeezed his fist and whispered with a dull and happy mood.

Song Qingshu's clear eyes glanced gently at the cave wall.

Poof!

The cave wall flew away like dust, and the dust all over the sky did not fall.

Song Qingshu put away his cornucopia and walked out of the cave.

Song Qingshu raised his feet and deliberately stepped on the mountain under his feet.

Boom!

Thousands of feet high peaks were broken by song Qingshu's foot, and falling stones rolled down the mountain.

"Ha!"

Song Qingshu pulled out the purple blood soft sword that had long been broken since he was born and cut it in front of him.

So a white sword Qi of thousands of feet cut down on the other mountains in front of him.

With a few muffled explosions.

The mountains in front of him were not cut by his waist, but directly crushed into powder and fly ash by the power of the sword.

"Ha... Ha ha ha!"

Song Qingshu looked at the countless mountains smashed in front of him, first with a chuckle, and then with a wild laugh.

With song Qingshu's laughter.

For a time, the space where song Qingshu stood seemed to be shaking and uneasy.

The sound wave spread thousands of miles away with the shaking space, which is very heroic.

Boom.

Just when song Qingshu was ecstatic that he had stepped into Yuanying.

On the top of song Qingshu, there are dull thunder clouds condensed and born.

There are endless lightning flashes in the thunder clouds, and the winter thunder vibrates in the heavy clouds.

"I have just stepped into the realm of Yuanying, and I can usher in the two-color sky robbery?"

Song Qingshu looked up at the red and blue thunder in the thunder clouds, raised a disdainful smile and whispered.

As long as the monks' performance is too outstanding, they may meet at any time on the road of cultivation.

But this two-color disaster.

Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was the disaster that the friar met when he stepped from Yuanying quadruple to Yuanying quintuple.

But now.

Song Qingshu had just stepped into Yuanying's first heavy, and he met this disaster.

Such an unconventional play of cards is probably a manifestation of the world's dissatisfaction with the cultivation speed of song Qingshu.

At this point.

Song Qingshu didn't hide or flash. He flew directly to the sky. Soon he got into the thunder cloud.

Boom!

Two color thunder clouds seem to be conscious.

After Song Qingshu got into the thunder cloud, it felt as if it had been provoked.

For a moment, the whole sky was full of thunder, half of the sky was red and half of the sky was filled with blue.

Thunders as thick as buckets hit song Qingshu like thunder dragons.

A purr.

Song Qingshu's robe was beaten to powder by thunder.

Hissing thunder lingered around Song Qingshu.

Despite being struck by thunder.

However, the corners of song Qingshu's mouth still smile like a spring breeze.