Chapter 538

At this time, song Qingshu was a God who killed the four directions and eight fields.

Song Qingshu's strong moves again and again made Shen tiejiu, who was so arrogant that he couldn't help frowning, wondering whether he really provoked a demon king who shouldn't be provoked.

"He is so powerful that he is only half a step into the divine realm. It seems that he is a monster who knows how to accumulate and develop."

The handsome scholar stood behind Shen tiejiu and looked at Song Qingshu, who broke a dragon with a palm. He was afraid to whisper.

The good-looking Taoist sister waved the dust and turned to look at Shen tiejiu, who was silent, and smiled:

"It's said that on the way to immortality, the nine horsemen are on the side of the crown. It's really lucky for my daughter to see brother Shen today."

Taoist nun's face was white and tender, her black hair was simply coiled behind her, and she was dressed in green loose clothes.

It's OK not to laugh. When you smile, you have a sense of holiness that is detached from vulgarity and not close to the smell of fireworks in the world.

Shen tiejiu looked at the Taoist, and there was a sense of Dang in his eyes.

On the road to immortality, Shen tiejiu has been walking for decades. In recent decades, Shen tiejiu has not seen women, but for women with detached temperament like this Taoist, Shen tiejiu really hasn't met for too long.

"Hey, hey, I'm just a rude man. Where is it worth saying that I'm lucky?"

Shen tiejiu hugged the Taoist and said with a hearty laugh.

Shen tiejiu's eyebrows and eyes scanned the curve on the Taoist nun, which was extremely obscene.

Taoist nun is a traveler in the world of mortals. Even though Shen tiejiu is very cautious, how can she hide it from her?

However, for some reasons, the Taoist nun was not disgusted with Shen tiejiu's actions, and even had a trace of joy.

"Brother Shen is too modest. Previously, I saw that this poor guy who half changed the divine realm humiliated you several times. I'm really angry. However, my strength is limited. I hope brother Shen will forgive me."

The Taoist said here.

In her eyes, there were two crystal clear tears, which fell down like a greasy cheek.

With tears.

An unspeakable breath came quietly from the Taoist nun, enveloping Shen tiejiu with profound cultivation.

So in Shen tiejiu's eyes, the appearance of Taoist nun became extremely beautiful and moving.

So beautiful that Shen tiejiu couldn't help taking a breath.

It makes Shen tiejiu's bones soft. It seems that he may fall from the old horse at any time.

"Don't take it to heart, girl! It's just a clown. I'll pull out his head now! "

Shen tiejiu patted his chest and couldn't care any more. He roared and urged his old horse to rush to song Qingshu.

"Good means."

The young scholar waved the feather fan lightly and praised the Taoist nun indifferently.

The Taoist nun closed her eyes and opened her eyes.

So her red pupils recovered their initial indifference, just like cold ice:

"Just a little trick."

"At first, I thought how powerful and detached the nine horses of immortality were. Now, when I see it, however, such a mind is destined to be used by us all the way to immortality."

At this point, there was a cold smile on the corner of Taoist's mouth. It was a joke and a proud self joy

"Kill!"

Song Qing's book is moving and reading. The little man of the yuan God comes out of the body and pinches the Tianlei fist in his hand to kill all directions and fields.

There were three soft noises.

Another three gods fell off their mounts, and the original gods became gray and their heads burst.

Song Qingshu's blood surged up to the top of the sky, shaking the stars and the sky.

"Monsters and monsters..."

A strong man in the spirit changing realm who specializes in music Avenue sits on the fairy deer, beating the small drum in his arms with his hand and reciting inexplicable scriptures and truths.

The drum is silent, but it makes the world tremble.

The truth is invisible, but it just makes the road turbulent.

With a roar, the sky in the void where song Qingshu stood was full of holy Buddhas and gods.

Sitting in the void, they kept chanting the true meaning of subduing demons. Every word condensed into the void and crashed into song Qingshu like meteors.

"Get out of here!"

Song Qingshu looked up at the god Buddha in the sky and opened his mouth with a clear roar. The sound of rolling words shook the sky.

A buzzing thrill.

The god Buddha in the sky died and the Dharma word retreated.

The strong man sitting on the fairy deer broke together with his mount, and the blood mist dispersed. The towering mountains thousands of miles away were roared as dust!

Under a roar, the sky is broken and the landslide!

The roaring sound of song Qingshu has been castrated continuously. With its continuous spread, the mountains and valleys have become dust all over the sky, which are destroyed like paper paste. I don't know how many strange animals have died.

Such a strong song Qingshu really makes people have to consider a problem.

That is, how can we fight this war?

It doesn't wait for them to think about it seriously.

Song Qingshu strode across the border like a demon lord. He stretched out his hand and tore several strange animals into pieces. It was bloody and shocking.

First, there was a strong wind blowing in the Shenguan pass, blowing song Qingshu disorderly and flying all over the sky.

His fighting spirit is surging away and stands under the sky. He is invincible and unparalleled in the world.

"Why can't you kill him? Is he

God? "

I don't know when.

Some of the gods riding around Song Qingshu cried out.

With this cry.

Everyone couldn't help but have a double battle, and his face was white.

Facing the terrible Shura like song Qingshu.

They all gave birth to a sense of powerlessness, and their whole body could not help shaking and uneasy. Since the beginning of cultivation, they had never been so afraid as now.

"Poof!"

A light sound came, and there was another splash of blood.

There was a piece of Mori white bone in the blood flower, and another strong man who turned God fell. The road of cultivation stopped here and couldn't go any further.

So the man who was strong in the realm of God had to howl, and both form and spirit died out.

Song Qingshu's black hair is like a waterfall, and there is infinite cold electricity in the depths of his eyes,

That wail and scream could not make Song Qing feel any shame at all.

After killing one person with one punch.

Song Qingshu waved his iron fist full of thunder again.

After a puff, song Qingshu beat a powerful friar in the realm of God into a blood mist all over the sky, making it burst and smash!

Song Qingshu's power was extremely terrible, which shocked everyone present.

No matter how terrible a monk you are, how terrible a monk you are.

In front of song Qingshu, it only takes one punch.

With one punch, no matter how terrible the gods, demons and ghosts are all beaten and torn apart, and the form and spirit are destroyed.

"Don't kill me!"

"I know I'm wrong! Please don't kill me... "

"Ah!"

Song Qingshu listened to the screams in his ears, but his expression was still indifferent. He waved his fist continuously.

No matter how others beg for mercy, song Qingshu's ruthless killing continues.

He is like a fierce tiger breaking into a group of residual wolves. There must be residual limbs and broken bodies flying between his hands and feet.