Chapter 459

At the moment when the Yuanshen of song Qingshu was forged to perfection, the Yuanshen and flesh of song Qingshu began to breathe out the essence between heaven and earth uncontrollably.

Guru Guru Nagetto.

With the swallowing sound of its original God villain.

All the sun, moon and stars in the cosmic starry sky were absorbed by the Yuanshen villain of song Qingshu at one time, constantly supplementing the divine energy of Yuanshen villain.

In the world of thunder sea.

The sky and the earth suddenly darkened, just like the end of the world. All kinds of brilliance and essence disappeared into the mouth of the yuan God villain in of song Qingshu.

It was swallowed clean and there was little left.

At the same time.

Song Qingshu's body also began to crackle and make a light sound like fried beans.

All the joints of his body began to shake, his flesh and blood were also moving, and his whole body was buzzing, constantly repairing the injured body.

The breath of life in the thunder born only for destruction is scattered with the brilliance of the sun and moon.

In addition to falling into the mouth of the yuan God villain, the breath of life also poured on Song Qingshu.

Washing every inch of his body, song Qingshu recovered his vitality.

"This is what the reincarnation Lord said. Can I cultivate into a stable supreme thunder robbery?"

"But why didn't I feel anything after absorbing some of the breath of life in the thunder robbery?"

Song Qingshu looked at the thunder light that kept nourishing his body. He couldn't help frowning his eyes and whispered in surprise.

Boom!

When song Qingshu was very surprised.

In this world composed of thunder sea, strange changes occur suddenly.

With a rumble, like a groundbreaking rumble.

The avenue of heaven and earth in the world was turbulent for a moment, and thousands of arcs intertwined into the most terrible ocean.

And in the middle of this, suddenly there was a magnificent thunder Temple standing side by side.

It is as magnificent as the heaven in ancient mythology.

"It seems that with my constant deepening of the monastic world, even the heavenly palace has appeared?"

"What will happen next? Should the super existence in these fantasy novels also appear? "

Song Qingshu looked at the thunder temple like the ancient heaven, raised his eyebrows with interest, and said happily.

There are many ancient palaces under the thunder temple, which looks simple, vicissitudes and magnificent.

"System, start scanning!"

Song Qingshu frowned unhappily at the thunder Temple covered by thousands of mist.

Then song Qingshu said to the system in his mind.

With the order of song Qingshu.

The sweeping in the system immediately started, and then the thousands of mist suddenly dissipated in the invisible.

In the eyes of song Qingshu, the layout of the thunder temple is magnificent.

The thunder tiles above the temple are flowing with brilliant luster, as if they were refined with a thousand hammers of divine gold.

It is also like a very beautiful glazed tile, which is very realistic.

So lifelike that it doesn't look like lightning at all.

Song Qingshu jumped and he came to the thunder temple.

It's amazing.

Song Qingshu was clearly stepping on a piece of thunder, but he seemed to be walking in the ancient heaven.

Not even a ray of thunder hurt the flesh of song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked up at the thunder temple built of carved railings and jade. Its steps were like white marble, simple and condensed.

In the temple, the palace road is wide, and the palace que is shrouded with countless roads and mist.

"Ding, the system prompts that the host is now in the thunder illusion."

While song Qingshu was enjoying the thunder temple.

The prompt sound of the system sounded in Song Qingshu's ear again.

"Thunder illusion? What does that mean? "

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows and asked questions about the system.

After a little silence.

The prompt sound of the system kept ringing in Song Qingshu's ear:

"In the world of monks, the rules of heaven will automatically record the image data of the strongest in the world."

"The image marks of the strongest will be transferred to all kinds of thunder illusions for long."

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu asked excitedly:

"There are the strongest in the thunder illusion. Can't I compete with them?"

The mechanical sound of the system then sounded nonstop:

"Yes, although the image of each strongest person may not reach the peak period, it must not be weak!"

Hearing this, song Qingshu's blood couldn't help boiling.

As a monk, song Qingshu wanted to see where his bottom line was countless times.

One of the best ways to test one's accomplishments is to fight against masters from all walks of life.

At this point.

Song Qingshu recognized a palace and walked away.

He didn't know who would be inside the palace and what kind of image of the strong in the world.

So the choice of song Qingshu seems very casual.

As if there were no rules to follow, he just strode forward and kept walking.

Unlike the destruction of thunder.

When song Qingshu walked through the palace made of thunder, this time he felt very special.

There is no destruction of thunder.

There is no avenue atmosphere deliberately outlined.

The palace where song Qingshu stands seems simple, but it vaguely has a spirit of suppressing eternity.

The glazed tiles on the palace que are magnificent in the plain, emitting a natural majestic atmosphere.

Song Qingshu stopped in front of a wooden door and pushed it open without hesitation. The dust on the door splashed nonstop.

When song Qingshu just stepped in, a strange voice sounded in Song Qingshu's ear.

There was a light sound of Dong, but the blood of song Qingshu was churning and the yuan God was shaking.

Song Qingshu looked forward with Huo's head up.

Before Song Qing wrote, there was an old monk dressed in rags.

The old monk is knocking on a wooden fish. Each knock has an extremely terrible rhythm, which makes people's heart resonate and beat, and will explode at any time.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk was quiet for a long time. After the wooden fish knocked 81 times, he sighed out the Buddhist words.

Song Qingshu was surprised when he looked at the figure of the old monk, although the figure was very vague.

But song Qingshu can guess that this person must be one of the great figures in Buddhism.

The old monk in rags looks solemn. There is an unspeakable mercy between his eyes and eyebrows.

He kept beating the wooden fish, and the sound entered the hearts of the people, making people's Yuanshen and villains pulsate and resonate.

Song Qingshu frowned and looked very dignified.

He knew that the old monk in front of him was absolutely a terrible existence.

He can control a person's life and death just by knocking on the wooden fish. The strength of his cultivation is shocking.

Song Qingshu Zhang shouted angrily, then raised his fist and waved Tianjie palm to kill the old monk.

Song Qingshu knew that he had to break the rhythm, or he had to be led by the old monk.

"Boom!"

An alternative war took place in the thunder hall.