Chapter 500

Song Qingshu looked at the holy demon blood bathed in himself and smiled coldly.

The road to monasticism is full of white bones. If one person wins the peak and lives in the world, thousands of people will lie dead for millions of miles, and the sea of blood is boundless.

Even those who have just come into contact with Taoism understand this truth and cannot forget it.

Therefore, although song Qingshu tore up the nine princes of the Jin Wu Empire, he never felt even a trace of fear.

"If I don't kill, someone will kill me."

Song Qingshu restrained the smile on his face and whispered indifferently.

Then the vitality of song Qingshu trembled.

There was a soft pop.

The blood on Song Qingshu's body was shattered into a blood mist all over the sky.

An inconspicuous star glow fell on the nine days and touched the chest of song Qingshu.

"Ding, the system prompts that the number of stars on the host increases by one, and now the progress of immortality is 3%

Song Qingshu listened to the prompt of the system and nodded secretly.

Then song Qingshu tore open the door of the space around him and planned to seize the time to enter other worlds and quickly gather a hundred stars on his chest.

Just when song Qingshu tore open the door of space.

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

"Ding, the system prompts that there is an ambush in the void. The visitor is one yuan baby and eight strong. Please deal with it carefully."

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu could not help frowning.

He knew that the system in his mind was excellent, so it never provided song Qingshu with information he didn't need.

Now, even if the people ambushed in the void are the triple strong in the realm of God, the system should not make a mountain out of a molehill to remind themselves.

Just now, a monk in the eight fold territory of Yuanying can make the system pay attention to it?

When things go wrong, there will be demons.

In front of the strong uneasiness in his heart, song Qingshu waved his sleeve to seal the turbulent and uneven space and turned to look at the void reminded by the system.

In that void, there was not even one thing. The breeze could travel without worry, and the dew could drip naturally.

However, when song Qingshu saw the void in the past, he was also alert.

This is not a cultivation skill, but song Qingshu's six senses are psychic and has a strong ability to predict.

"Come out!"

Song Qingshu shouted angrily, and the thunder rolled on the sky. There was a thunder as thick and thin as a bucket, splitting and falling towards the void.

"Ha ha, I'm a strong immortal who forced through the 99 day robbery. My pattern can hide even the sky, but I can't hide it from you?"

When the thunder struck the void.

The void suddenly shattered and burst, and the thunder was swallowed.

And a thin little old man stepped out of the void.

Although the little old man looks short and dry in the eyes of ordinary people, he is full of energy.

In particular, the other eyes are as bright as two lights that never go out, which is difficult for ordinary people to face up to.

On the little old man's body, there was a dark, inky metal armor. The armor was shiny and dazzling in the sky.

"Who are you, why are you ambushing here, and how do you know I've passed the 99 day robbery?"

Song Qingshu put his hand behind his back, opened his lips and asked in a deep voice, staring at the man with cold eyes.

The little old man smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a careless smile:

"I don't know how powerful the product of the combination of science and technology and the road is. Where can you, a common man and son who only knows how to cultivate Taoism, understand?"

"No more nonsense. Since you found your whereabouts, I'll tell you straight. I want your blood."

When he said these words, the little old man's silver pupils had thousands of divine lights flowing naturally and calmly.

Then the little old man waved his sleeves. A stone chair appeared in the bamboo forest. He walked over and sat down.

Song Qingshu frowned at the old man's words.

"Immortal world? The combination of technology and Avenue, do you want my blood? "

"Who are you?"

After Song Qingshu pondered for a long time, he still didn't get a reason. Then song Qingshu loosened his hands behind him and looked at the little old man angrily.

The little old man smiled coldly:

"The first aristocratic family in the world, the chief housekeeper of the eternal aristocratic family!"

Although the little old man looked arrogant when he said these words, song Qingshu still looked ignorant.

"Systematically analyze the specific situation of the world, including the so-called eternal family and the martial arts methods that people in the world are good at."

Song Qingshu looked at the proud little old man and spoke indifferently to the system in his brain.

The running sound of mechanical gears sounded continuously in Song Qingshu's ears:

"Ding, the system prompts that several problems raised by the scanning host are being analyzed. The analysis progress is 5%. There are too many tasks. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that several problems raised by the scanning host are being analyzed. The analysis progress is 10%. There are too many tasks. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that several problems raised by the scanning host are being analyzed. The analysis progress is 15%. There are too many tasks. Please wait patiently."

……

Just as song Qingshu listened to the system prompt sound in his mind.

The little old man looked at Song Qingshu with a calm face. He thought song Qingshu hadn't recognized the reality, and then sneered and opened his lips.

The little old man's voice didn't match his figure and was very penetrating. In Song Qingshu's ear, it was like a copper bell buzzing:

"Kneel down. My master has a heart of cherishing talents and shows you a bright road."

"Although it's really dirty to be a monk outside your realm, since my Lord is willing to accept you as a slave, you should thank him!"

As an original resident of the immortal world, the old man of the eight levels of Yuan Ying despised song Qingshu very much.

Although he also realized that song Qingshu's strength might be far better than him, the little old man did not forget to humiliate song Qingshu with words.

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu's look became colder than cold ice, stared at the little old man indifferently, and opened his lips and said:

"I understand the rules on the way to immortality. Immortalists are not allowed to kill the original residents with intelligence, otherwise other immortalists will rise up and kill them."

"But if you keep talking nonsense, even if I am the enemy of the whole world, you will die!"

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu then gave a cold hum.

Boom.

The stone chair under the little old man's ass was broken into powder, and some stone chips stabbed into his ass, causing him to scream again and again.

"Ding, the system prompts that several problems raised by the scanning host are being analyzed. The analysis progress is 90%. There are too many tasks. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that several problems raised by the scanning host are being analyzed. The analysis progress is 99%. There are too many tasks. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the scan is successful. Now input all the intelligence in this field into the host's mind."

When song Qingshu was fighting hard with the little old man, all the materials in the immortal world poured into song Qingshu's brain.