Chapter 460

Boom!

Song Qingshu smashed the wooden fish attack of the old monk in broken clothes with the heaven robbery palm.

The two slapped each other, gave out a winter thunder, and then retreated several feet from each other.

Song Qingshu stepped heavily on the jade on the floor, stepped back three steps and forcibly fixed his body.

The old monk in rags hurriedly retreated for more than thirty steps, and finally vomited a mouthful of golden blood before he stopped.

The blood fell to the ground and turned into a burst of electricity.

"Unexpectedly, my first enemy in the thunder temple is a monk. I dare ask you, but Amitabha?"

Song Qingshu looked at the fuzzy old monk in front of him, smiled and opened his lips.

Amitabha Buddha is the strongest of Buddhism and Taoism. There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, which is a mantra of Buddhism and Taoism to praise the strong.

"Buddhism and Taoism are the past Buddha and the ancient Buddha with lights."

The old monk in rags shook his head, folded his hands and bent over Song Qingshu, saying with great compassion.

There are three Buddhas in Buddhism and Taoism.

In the past, the Buddha lit the lamp, the ancient Buddha, the present Buddha, the Tathagata Buddha, the future Buddha, Maitreya Buddha.

Each Buddha is incomparably powerful, and its real strength is comparable to the great emperors in the emperor chat group.

Even if the light burning ancient Buddha is not as powerful as Amitabha, it is almost the same.

"Come on."

Thinking that he was fighting against one of the three Buddhas of Buddhism and Taoism, song Qingshu couldn't help boiling blood, smiled and opened his lips to speak.

Wen Yan.

The ancient Buddha who lit the lamp bowed politely to song Qingshu.

Then he grew up, left the wooden fish and called song Qingshu with a purple gold fuel lamp.

In such a moment, the ancient Buddha who lit the lamp had no compassion as a Buddhist.

Instead, there is a breath of brave people who kill decisively. He is extremely powerful and brave, just like the most terrible battle saint!

The purple gold burning lamp keeps booming out of the infinite flame, and the space nearly melts under the flame.

The ancient Buddha who lit the lamp was extremely cruel and sharp.

In a flash, he had thrown out more than 80000 sparks and called song Qingshu head-on.

Each Mars is enough to destroy a Yuanying nine strong man, which is unimaginable.

"My God, it's good to be merciful. You're still not a monk with such a tight chest..."

Song Qingshu looked at the oncoming Mars and couldn't help feeling sick.

Then song Qingshu took the flesh as the shield and the yuan God as the blade to constantly resist the powerful attack of the ancient Buddha who lit the lamp.

While he was suffering from the burning of the holy fire, he constantly fought with the legendary strong Buddha and Taoism.

In a short moment, the two fought no less than a thousand times.

The wind billowed.

Space trembles to pieces.

"Die!"

A lamp of the burning ancient Buddha fell on the chest of song Qingshu, arousing the anger of song Qingshu.

So song Qingshu roared like a lion and shot angrily.

Song Qingshu put the artistic conception of Kun in the palm of heaven robbery.

So song Qingshu waved his strongest hand with an indescribable sense of speed.

Poof.

The head of the ancient Buddha who lit the lamp was directly hit into a blood mist and splashed in the hall with his brain.

"It's too realistic."

Song Qingshu looked at the golden blood all over the ground and praised it.

Just when song Qingshu wanted to observe the dead ancient Buddha burning lamps again.

The golden blood suddenly turned into a flash of light and invaded song Qingshu's body.

"Ding, the system prompts that the host is receiving the gift of thunder illusion."

"If you cross your legs immediately, you can make the cultivation of the host more stable and powerful."

Just when song Qingshu wanted to force the inexplicable golden streamer out of his body.

The prompt tone of the system sounded right in Song Qingshu's ear, so that song Qingshu did not miss the opportunity to be moistened by the golden streamer.

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu hurriedly sat cross legged at the table.

Almost selflessly, he breathed the breath of heaven and earth Avenue, making every inch of his flesh and blood moisten and grow by the golden streamer.

Song Qingshu slowly opened his eyes after soaking up the breath of the avenue for a long time.

There was thunder aurora in his eyes.

The true accomplishments of song Qingshu did not increase much.

However, as the golden streamer invaded song Qingshu's body, his cultivation became more and more solid, and his strength was slowly increasing.

"This trip to the thunder temple can really bring me a lot of benefits..."

Song Qingshu stood up, looked at the looming law of the great road in his flesh and blood, and said to himself with great satisfaction.

So far.

Song Qingshu impatiently left the wooden door of the ancient Buddha.

To find other palaces and palaces, to kill an individual peerless strong man.

The next time.

Song Qingshu knocked on a silver palace gate dotted with light thunder.

A peerless warrior with a heavy sword came to song Qingshu with a foot on a hundred Zhang Golden Dragon.

"What is the strong man this time?"

Song Qingshu looked at the exaggerated Epee, frowned, smiled and whispered.

After saying that, the thunder arc flashed at the foot of song Qingshu, and then the figure appeared in front of the strong man in an instant.

Pop!

After another exciting noise, song Qingshu broke the exaggerated epee and strangled the hundred Zhang Golden Dragon.

After the strong man turned into a golden streamer and was absorbed by himself, song Qingshu directly waved his sleeve and went to other palaces.

He pushed open a jade door and killed a relegated fairy like woman with a jade Xiao.

He pushed open a stone door.

A Supreme Master dressed in divine armor and armed with divine soldiers rushed to song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu yuan Shen villain screamed after leaving the body, and his body sent out infinite golden light to the Supreme Master.

Whew.

The Yuanshen villain of song Qingshu directly invaded the mind of the Supreme Master protected by Shenjia.

Then he directly used the power of the yuan God villain and killed the yuan God of the Supreme Master with one punch at will.

Song Qingshu looked indifferent, and there was not a trace of panic on his face.

He smashed an iron door and smashed the neck of the staff holder in high spirits.

He broke into a palace and randomly pulled out the head of the unknown strong man. The golden blood splashed several feet high.

Push the door.

See the enemy.

Kill the enemy.

After the thunder shot, he brushed his sleeves and drifted away.

In half a day, song Qingshu had slaughtered more than 81 palaces.

The unparalleled strong in the 81 world fell at the foot of song Qingshu and turned into a faint golden light absorbed by song Qingshu.

The cultivation of song Qingshu has become more and more stable and powerful.

last.

The 156 palaces near the thunder temple were slaughtered by song Qingshu.

The golden light emitted by the 156 strong people makes song Qingshu's cultivation very solid.

Now his realm is even more solid, stable and unshakable than that of himself in the golden elixir period.

"The projection of the strong in the 156 world seems to be nothing more than that."

"It seems that it is also time to climb the thunder temple and reach the peak."

Song Qingshu raised his head, looked at the highest part of the thunder temple, sneered and said.