Chapter 552

"Who is presumptuous?"

"Grandpa song of your family!"

Song Qingshu said this.

There was an uproar among the monks who stepped on the gate of xiongcheng.

Notice.

Although this Taoist is only a female generation, she has profound cultivation.

No matter what else, the eight winged Tianpeng under her body now has the supreme strength of transforming the divine realm, which is more powerful than some strong people in the city gate.

In this way, it is not difficult for the Taoist nun to find out what kind of accomplishments she has.

Even if she didn't reach the level of Tianwei devil, she wouldn't be much weaker.

Existence like this.

No one wants to provoke for no reason and attract a great enemy for himself.

However, song Qingshu was not. He recognized her as a granddaughter, taking advantage of the Taoist nun.

"Now the cultivation of the meditation friar has reached the threshold of the six peaks of the realm of God. It is extremely powerful. How can you talk nonsense in front of her..."

"It is said that she once suppressed cultivation. Her real strength should reach the peak of Huashen realm. Killing such a terrible person is like killing a dog."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense! Although the meditation friar is strong, this man has just smashed the song Qingshu of the virtual shadow of Tianwei demon king! "

"Is he song Qingshu?!"

……

During the confrontation between Song Qingshu and the meditation monk.

The friars who were blocked behind the two men had a bustling discussion.

There are big and small discussions. Some are really just discussing, while others are particularly spicy, as if they are not afraid of big things.

However, no matter how we discuss it, the protagonists in the city gate are still meditation friars and song Qingshu.

Others can only become green leaves.

The meditation monk looked at Song Qingshu's face, and a trace of surprise appeared on his beautiful face.

Then her surprise turned into a smile on her face, and she asked with great purity:

"Dao you, I don't offend you. Why are you so vulgar? You frighten people when you are surprised."

Finish these words.

The smile on the meditation monk's face immediately increased in radian and was extremely brilliant.

And behind the brilliant smile.

There is a very high charm breath, which quietly comes into being, sneaks into the void, and then tightly surrounds song Qingshu.

This enchanting breath was learned by the meditation friar after spending the first half of his life in the world of mortals.

Although the charm breath is harmless.

But it can virtually change the minds and thoughts of others, and even make them slaves and maidservants, at the command of meditation monks.

Previously, the meditation friar used this charm to confuse Shen tiejiu and accelerate the contradiction between Shen tiejiu and song Qingshu.

After successfully releasing this enchanting breath, the seemingly harmless smile at the corners of the meditative Friar's mouth was immediately stained with a hint of banter.

"Oh, I've never missed it since I learned it."

"Don't you kneel down and kowtow?"

The meditation monk looked at Song Qingshu and whispered with a smile. His face changed instantly and scolded song Qingshu.

But after a long time.

Song Qingshu still stood silent and looked at the meditation friar calmly. There was no trace of confusion in his eyes.

"Missed? No, no way! He's just a crumb of half a step into the realm of God. "

At this point.

The meditation monk's face was extremely dignified and waved the dust in his hand to song Qingshu:

"Bastard! How dare a dog look at me? "

Blowing the dust into the air, he turned into a handful of milky way and rushed at Song Qingshu with the power of stars. It was like a falling star. It was huge and shocking.

"People like dogs deserve to live? Send you to the West! "

In front of the galaxy.

Song Qingshu raised his sword eyebrow, simply opened his palm and held it. Then song Qingshu lost a magnificent Galaxy in his palm.

After smashing the galaxy, song Qingshu looked at the meditation Friar and shouted.

Buzz!

With the song Qingshu's words, the heaven and earth in the city gate trembled uncontrollably.

There was an uncontrollable cry in everyone's ears. Everyone frowned and covered their ears with their hands.

Boom!

Song Qingshu's loud drink came to the silent monk's ears and turned into a dull explosion like winter thunder.

The danger is to break the sea of knowledge of the meditation Friar and kill his original God villain.

"Ah!"

Feel the danger from the yuan God.

The meditation monk gave a strange cry directly, vomited a mouthful of blood and soaked his chest gown.

While spitting blood, the meditation friar also forcibly determined his God consciousness and yuan God with supreme perseverance.

"You're not dead yet. It seems that you're an expert."

Song Qingshu looked at the quiet monk with blood on his chest, smiled and opened his lips.

"How is this possible?!"

"You should be my servant now. How can you attack me?"

The meditation friar took a deep breath and shouted angrily at Song Qingshu while breathing the turbulent cultivation in his body.

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu shrugged with great disdain:

"Even your clumsy tricks want to be useful to me? Ridiculous. "

Wen Yan.

The meditation monk's eyes were cold.

Roar!

The eight winged Tianpeng God mang Dawei under the meditation monk was born with a dazzling Avenue. Finally, he turned into a flash of lightning and killed song Qingshu,

The eight winged Tianpeng spread out a pair of huge wings and explored the claws stronger than iron.

The sharp claw flashed extremely sharp cold awn, grabbed song Qingshu's body and wanted to tear song Qingshu directly.

"But how dare a chicken be arrogant?"

"The soldiers are determined, and the gun comes."

Facing the eight winged Tianpeng who could kill and transform the strong in the divine realm, song Qingshu smiled coldly and then read the word "soldier" and decided.

Then, in the void, a long light golden gun appeared, which was dark all over, except at the tip of the gun.

Song Qingshu opened his palm and held it. Then song Qingshu's trunk didn't move, but his right hand held a long gun and stabbed out at the eight winged Tianpeng indifferently.

Fantastic speed.

Song Qingshu's record is too fast.

Faster than everyone's eyes, imperceptible.

Faster than everyone's reaction, can't feel.

Whew.

A straight and dark lightning pierced the void, where there was a shower of blood and Peng feathers withered.

The eight winged pengbird with the triple strength of transforming the divine realm only had time to make a short and urgent cry.

Song Qingshu was as indifferent as a Shura God of war. A seemingly random shot directly pierced the head of eight winged Tianpeng and killed him on the spot.

The blood of the eight winged Tianpeng flowed down the dark barrel of the gun, which was shocking.

Song Qingshu stands like Shura, and the picture is fixed here for a time.