Chapter 525

I don't know how long later, the profound and incomparable essence of transforming God was finally systematically learned by Song Qing's brain.

"Ding, the system prompts that the true meaning of transforming God has been learned. Now pass the learned experience to the host's mind."

With the sound of this life.

Song Qingshu's mind suddenly heard four extremely dull winter thunder tremors.

There was a bang.

The scenery in front of song Qingshu suddenly changed.

Instead of sitting on the void, he stood in an ancient temple that had been dilapidated for a long time.

On both sides of the temple are countless ghosts and gods with broken limbs. Without exception, they are decapitated or winged. Some have ferocious expressions and some are amiable.

Although these gods have different forms and movements.

But they all have to bow down and pray to the throne tens of feet in front of them.

The voice of prayer is solemn and solemn, echoing in the quiet temple, like a magnificent river that will never rest.

"Is this the Great Road Fantasy carried in the practice of transforming the true meaning of God?"

"Are you so detached now? Just learning can bring me such a magical picture? "

Song Qingshu walked into the ancient temple and looked up at the strange decorations in the temple.

"Kneel down."

When song Qingshu was surprised by the temple scenery.

A whisper.

From behind song Qingshu, it suddenly sounded like a soft whisper.

Although it was just a quiet and incomparable cry, when it poured into song Qingshu's ear, it was as majestic and harsh as ten thousand steel needles, straight into song Qingshu's eardrum.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, and the look on his face turned from joy into indifference.

He didn't pay attention to the light sound from behind. He also put away his look around the temple and looked into the depths of the temple like snow.

In the depths of the dark temple, there is a very beautiful glass bead curtain hanging down.

Behind the bead curtain, you can vaguely see a magnificent blood god seat, on which there is a majestic man like the sea.

The man looked at Song Qingshu standing outside the bead curtain through the glass bead curtain. His eyes looked down on everything in the world with contempt and even some ridicule.

"I am a God. How dare you not worship me?"

The man sat upright on the temple and said for the first time.

Boom.

As the worship word blurted out, a dignified voice rolled up the bead curtain and sounded from the depths of the hall.

Huge sound waves hit the walls of the temple made of ink like boulders.

After a roar, the temple wall was crushed into countless fine sand and stones.

The light drink like thousands of sharp steel needles came to song Qingshu in an instant and shrouded song Qingshu's whole body.

It covered his six senses and his Yuanshen's knowledge of the sea.

So song Qingshu turned into a deaf, blind and mute in this light drink. Song Qingshu could do nothing but think.

This man is indeed a very powerful man who can take away song Qingshu's six senses in an instant.

For ordinary people, it is not too much to say that the man is a divine existence.

But under the heavens, even the most noble ancient emperor can only be compared with song Qingshu. Even if this man is really a God, how can he be?

Song Qingshu blinked, and the confusion in his eyes burned out in an instant. It was clear and clear, and there was no confusion.

Looking at the Qingming in Song Qingshu's eyes, the man sitting on the temple had a slight pick in his eyes.

Very interested.

Then the man glanced at the others in his temple.

Standing behind the stone pillar, a saint Buddha with his right arm broken, looked at Song Qingshu and shouted:

"Get down on your knees! Don't be presumptuous! "

Following the stone venerable one was a writing priest of the temple.

The penholder looked at Song Qingshu's smile and shouted angrily:

"Get down on your knees! Don't be presumptuous! "

More deities emerged from all over the temple, and the shadows of the dark crowd accumulated on the vast Temple ground.

They were all dressed in blood colored robes, so the group surged like a sea of blood.

The sea of blood was boiling, and the angry and cold sound of drinking and scolding kept ringing in Song Qingshu's ears:

"Get down on your knees! Don't be rude! "

I don't know why.

Ming Ming scolded many gods to song Qingshu, but when they shouted together, the scolding was very neat, like thunder!

In the thunder of winter.

The expression on Song Qingshu's face had not changed even the slightest.

Despite the anger of the gods who kept emerging, song Qingshu's face was still so calm and indifferent.

He strode forward indifferently like snow, each step at exactly the same distance.

There is no step more than a point, and there is no step less than an inch.

Song Qingshu was a very presumptuous man.

The way of heaven can be killed, and the gods can be humiliated.

Song Qingshu has done very presumptuous things since he began to practice Taoism.

Now these gods dressed in red in the Black Temple drink and denounce song Qingshu for being reckless. How can song Qingshu be moved at all?

Thinking of this, song Qingshu got up with a slight smile and walked to the depths of the temple.

Seeing that song Qingshu humiliated himself so much, the temple gods in long robes couldn't help being extremely angry. The green veins on their necks burst and their faces were red.

However, it is strange that when song Qingshu went deep into the temple.

No God dares to stop song Qingshu or quietly attack song Qingshu.

"So timid, dare you call yourself God?"

"Die for me. It's still a clear day. Don't mess up my thoughts and eyes."

Song Qingshu looked back at the gods behind him and sneered.

Boom!

With the word "death" in Song Qingshu's mouth blurting out, the sky's sense of death occupied the temple in an instant.

Poof poof!

Countless figures of stone worshippers were broken and disappeared in the sound of death, and turned into a burst of smoke, so the temple recovered a burst of calm.

Song Qingshu smiled and walked forward with invincible pride. Finally, song Qingshu came to the bead curtain from outside the temple.

Song Qingshu stopped and looked calmly.

He saw the man behind the curtain sitting on the bloody God's seat, the man supporting his jaw with his hand, as if he were thinking about something complicated.

"How can you be so strong?"

"All the gods under my seat have the realm of nine peaks of transforming gods. Why do you erase them all in one word?"

After thinking for a long time, the man opened his lips and said.

Song Qingshu smiled:

"Because I am stronger than God!"

Stop talking.

The fist of song Qingshu turned into a shadow between heaven and earth.

There are tens of millions of residual shadows. The glass beads on the glass bead curtain were crushed into droplets by song Qingshu's fist.

Finally, tens of thousands of fists were superimposed and fought against the divine man in the bead curtain.

With a puff, the man's head exploded, and the bloody God seat was full of blood.