Chapter 497

The ancient scroll was held high by the friar in white.

The terrible force of the seal surged away from the roll.

Under the seal of the vast sea, this ancient scroll can be sealed to heaven and earth.

There was only a grunt.

The ancient scroll directly swallowed the tens of thousands of Zhang Song Qingshu.

"Hahaha, I thought I had some skills, but I was a sharp talker!"

Seeing that song Qingshu's body shape was swallowed by the ancient scroll, the friar in white quickly bit through the tongue coating and forced a drop of real blood to drop on the ancient scroll.

Blood mist.

For a moment, the seal force on the ancient scroll became more powerful and unparalleled.

Inside this mottled ancient scroll, there is a world of its own.

In this world, there are magnificent mountains soaring into the sky.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds and black fog, which almost pressed down to the ground.

There are ancient beasts roaring among the mountains, and strange birds spread their wings and fly with a long cry.

There is still a powerful divine arcane Dharma array in the ancient scroll. The six strong man who turned into the divine realm killed by the friar in white turned into pus and blood in countless Dharma arrays.

"Stupid immortal! I don't care what your origin is, I'm not afraid! Those false names can't keep you today. "

"Tell you, if I want to kill you, I have plenty of means!"

The friar in white sneered coldly and shot a Dharma reading from his right hand. He put away the picture several feet long and narrowed it to more than one meter.

Then the friar in white called a breeze and spread the picture in front of him, in which the scenery was clearly visible.

The monk in white looked down at the ancient picture, and every word in his voice was full of ridicule and banter.

He raised his finger, pointed to song Qingshu, who was in the ancient scroll, and said with a smile:

"Immortal, mole ants are mole ants. How can fireflies compete with the bright moon?"

"But don't be afraid. Soon I will urge the power of heaven in the ancient scroll. You can be free in a moment!"

Stop talking.

The blue veins on the right arm of the friar in white rose like a coiled dragon.

The wild animals in the picture roared, trampled mountains and rushed to song Qingshu.

Thunder and sky fire appeared in the picture, the void was torn up, and the space was burned, shaken and shaken.

Whew!

There was a sound of space being torn apart.

Countless arrays in the ancient scroll filled the air, and several clear lights shot straight at Song Qingshu.

The power far beyond the five realms of God emerged in the picture.

The figure of song Qingshu is very small in the sky of thunder and fire.

But no matter how small.

Song Qingshu's figure is still standing proudly, straight like a fast arrow flying in the sky.

The beast from the broken mountain can't frown even for a moment.

Whether it's thunder or sky fire, or the clear light of the sky array.

Between the reading of song Qingshu, those things suddenly became ridiculous to the extreme.

"The holy art of controlling soldiers! The word "military decision."

Song Qingshu put his hands behind his back, his face was indifferent, but his heart splashed a little waves.

As this sentence was silently read in Song Qingshu's heart.

The rules of the world in this volume of ancient paintings began to collapse.

The wild animals disappeared in a gust of breeze, and the thunder and fire in the sky drifted away with the clear light of the array.

At this time, the friar in white was still deeply immersed in the joy of sealing the song Qingshu in the ancient scroll.

He did not think that his ancient scroll could not even compete with the reading power of song Qingshu.

"The mole ants in Yuanying realm are mole ants. What if you take the name of an immortal? But that's all! "

The friar in white dispersed the breeze, held the ancient map with his own hands and put it in front of his eyes.

The friar in white watched the view of the avenue inside the scroll very carefully.

His face was covered with the word cruelty.

There was a cold light between his white teeth, and then the white friar murmured with a scornful smile.

It's not until the friar in white put his picture away.

There was a cold and arrogant voice in the white Friar's ear from ancient times:

"Don't be happy too soon!"

A word falls.

The paper from the ancient scroll made a light sound of tearing and crushing.

Then a big foot stepped out of it. Before Song Qingshu and song Qingshu were absorbed by the ancient scroll, he maintained his original posture.

Say step on your face, then step on your face.

There is nothing to say about this. As long as the strength is strong enough, it can create a world.

Song Qingshu is really not more reluctant to take good care of other people's dignity.

So in the next moment.

Song Qingshu raised the soles of his feet, put a firm foot on the face of the frightened monk in white in front of him.

Poof!

"Ah ah!"

The monk in white is like a King Kong.

But in front of song Qingshu's flying kick.

The white Friar's Vajra like body is softer and more delicate than tofu.

Poof.

The white Friar's cracked bones and the sound of blood splashing together, and then the harmony sound came out!

Song Qingshu just recited a mental method in the ancient scroll. Unexpectedly, the ancient picture was torn apart.

Just for a moment.

The ancient scroll that had just attempted to block song Qingshu decayed and mottled directly, and the holy glow disappeared.

At this time, the friar in white had no time to care about how his ancient scroll had changed.

Because he only felt the sharp pain on his face carrying through the bone marrow, and the turbid tears and blood flowed together.

The friar in white knew that the bone on the bridge of his nose must be broken, the bone on his cheek was shattered, and the whole face was more deformed.

Song Qingshu entered the ancient scroll in this posture.

But when he came out, he was still in this position, so song Qingshu just stepped on the face of the white monk holding the ancient scroll and looking up.

The one song Qingshu stepped on was solid, as if the soles of song Qingshu's feet were on the face of the monk in white.

The black intestines of the friar in white are blue with regret.

Because he just held the natural and unrestrained posture of the ancient scroll, he was in a hurry to let song Qingshu step on his face.

At this point.

The friar in white was almost mad.

The friar in white wanted to roar angrily.

But he couldn't shout.

Because there is a big foot from Song Qingshu on his face.

Song Qingshu's big foot fell and sealed the whole face of the monk in white. It was terrible to see the blood splashing with holy golden light.

"Ho ho! You're looking for death! Immortal, I'm angry. Go to hell! "

In the constant struggle of friars in white.

At last, he finally got rid of the big foot printed on his face by song Qingshu and roared.

The white Friar's face was completely devoid of human shape, completely rotten, and his voice trembled and screamed bitterly.

At this point, the white friar was completely angry. He tore up his body as a human body, revealing a golden black body of hundreds of feet.

It began to become completely crazy, its wings shook together, tens of thousands of golden divine feathers roared in the air, condensed into a holy sword, and the void was cut to pieces.

"What's none of my business if you're angry?"

Song Qingshu smiled and spit out a breath of life, which cracked tens of thousands of holy swords all over the sky.