Chapter 448

"System, what's going on? How come the more I fight, the more I feel physically and mentally happy? "

Song Qingshu smashed a fairy sword stabbed at him, tore off the head of a divine soldier, and then said in surprise to the system.

Now, every time song Qingshu kills an enemy, the more he can feel his cultivation level increase by one point.

Although this is a good thing, song Qingshu still wants to understand the cause and effect.

After all, there are no small things on the road of cultivation. One carelessness is death. Song Qingshu really has to be careful.

With song Qingshu's order, the sound of the rotation of the mechanical gear of the system sounded in Song Qingshu's ear:

"Ding, when the system scans the host, please wait patiently. The scanning progress is 20 percent."

"Ding, when the system scans the host, please wait patiently. The scanning progress is 40 percent."

"Ding, when the system scans the host, please wait patiently. The scanning progress is 60 percent."

……

"Ding, when the system scans the host, please wait patiently. The scanning progress is 99 percent."

"Ding, after scanning, the results show that every time the host kills, the Yuanshen villain will automatically absorb the life power of others and expand itself."

After listening to the systematic analysis.

Song Qingshu couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and her eyes were full of joy and surprise.

Although song Qingshu has also heard in the chat group of the emperor of heaven, some yuan gods can have special skills.

But those special skills are nothing more than chicken rib skills such as strengthening body, strengthening spirit and nourishing yin.

Like song Qingshu Yuanshen, he can absorb the life power of others while killing.

Not only has song Qingshu never heard of it, but it seems that the great emperors in the emperor's chat group have never mentioned it.

"Is it difficult because I have cultivated the Taiqing Yuanying decision of the infinite emperor that makes the Yuanshen have such special skills?"

"Tut Tut, this is too strong! Ha ha ha! "

In addition to joy, song Qingshu raised his hand at will and hit a fist, which smashed countless magic soldiers.

Then a warm current poured into the body of song Qingshu, making the cultivation of song Qingshu stronger by several points.

With more and more people killed by song Qingshu, the speed of Yuanying villain absorbing life energy began to become faster and faster.

Finally, on the body surface of Yuanying villain, in addition to a golden vortex, the vortex contains one profound Road law after another, crazy plundering external forces.

Buzz!

He clenched his right fist and burst into the air, shaking the space.

Kun Yi's breath filled the air, yin and Yang were flowing in his hands, and the terrible power of heaven robbery was palpitating.

Song Qingshu swept away the magic weapon with the unique skill of just learned heaven robbery palm and Kun breath.

Boom!

A big explosion moved from Song Qingshu's palm to the magic soldiers in front of him.

Half of the magic soldiers died in the explosion, and the broken limbs and bodies flew all over the sky.

And a strong breath of life was absorbed into the body by the little man of the yuan God above the head of song Qingshu.

So song Qingshu not only didn't feel a trace of fatigue, but felt that he was bathed in a drizzle and spring breeze.

The body is light and full of joy.

"Kill!"

After so many people died, those magic soldiers shouted to kill, and became more and more brave and not afraid of death.

"Wide noise!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly and stared coldly.

Boom.

Several archaic beasts, together with their owners, burst into blood powder.

A bloody battle followed.

"Poof!"

Song Qingshu raised the broken sword in Qi's hand and shot it fiercely, with a bright blade.

An enemy's eyebrows were pierced directly by the sword.

"Click!"

He stretched out his hand to the magic army and tore the two strong enemies with their mounts.

……

The next time.

Song Qingshu kept waving his sword.

Take the palm.

Cold vision.

Roar.

Step.

Raise your fist.

The enemy, like a divine army falling from heaven, kept dying in Song Qingshu.

Nothing new, nothing unexpected.

When the head of the last enemy was blown to pieces and the brain and blood foam flowed on the ground.

Song Qingshu was covered with other people's blood, but he never shed a drop of blood.

The wind blew by the reincarnation lake, and the robes on the battle armor of song Qingshu were blown to the ground.

His hair was covered with blood foam, just like Shura coming out of Jiuyou hell.

"Is this your reliance?"

Song Qingshu looked at the statue of chanting scriptures, smiled coldly and disdained to speak.

The emotion on the face of the chanting God is unspeakable despair.

He looked at Song Qingshu, his lips wriggled and didn't say anything.

And a black and fishy blood had flowed out of his mouth and wet his Taoist robe.

"Die."

Song Qingshu felt his hand at the void, and his five fingers first opened, and then suddenly closed.

Pop.

The air in Song Qingshu's palm was crushed directly.

The space beside the chanting statue was also shattered, and then an extremely terrible pressure squeezed against the chanting statue.

Pop!

The body of the chanting God was first twisted into an incomprehensible posture.

Then his flesh was directly cracked and crushed into a pool of blood foam.

It should be noted that the realm of chanting gods has reached the eight fold realm of Yuanying.

Even if he didn't deliberately cultivate his physical body, his physical body is inviolable and can enter gold and stone.

Divine soldiers are difficult to cut, sky fire is difficult to burn, and the flesh is strong to the extreme, but at this time, it is directly split!

The blood mist dispersed, and a golden villain rushed from the flesh of the chanting God to escape.

That is the original God of the chanting statue. Before he died, the chanting statue did not forget to leave a way for himself.

At this time, the original God of the chanting statue was protected by the law of inexplicable Avenue, and was not immediately erased for a time.

"Stupid."

Song Qingshu took a cold look at the yuan God and gave a cold ha.

Song Qingshu's voice sounded like thunder in the ears of the chanting gods.

A time and space tremble like ripples, and it is difficult to spread.

"Don't kill me! I was wrong! I was wrong! "

Under the fury of song Qingshu, the yuan God of the chanting statue struggled in pain, howled and burst into pieces.

The rules of Huacheng Avenue dissipated and disappeared in the air.

At this point, the scripture chanting gods, which can be called a generation of giants, drink hatred and destroy both form and spirit!

In fact, at the moment when the body of the chanting God was broken, the result was doomed, so song Qingshu was not surprised.

But some people were shocked.

Because song Qingshu killed the strongest disciples of each of the five main schools of Yuhua Tianmen in just a few rounds.

Moreover, those disciples are still regarded as the hope and future of the five major sects.

Such a scene.

Some people can't believe it, can't accept it, can't admit it.

This man is the eight elders of the gate of heaven and the four terrible giants of the realm of God.

As the first person in charge of this activity.

He thought several disciples were enough to finish song Qingshu, but he didn't want to be killed more thoroughly than a dead dog