Chapter 750

The battle of the great.

These four words have a heavier weight than anything else.

After all, the name of the great emperor intimidates the existence of countless great circles. What terrible secrets are involved in this level of battle?

Song Qingshu is unknown.

He only knew that the purple, gold and red gourd in his hand might have a great origin, or it might be an imperial artifact.

"Like a cornucopia, purple gold red gourd is an imperial treasure damaged after the Imperial War."

"It's just useless to think more now. These things are too far away from me now. Let's leave them for the future."

Song Qingshu took a deep look at the purple, gold and red gourd, then shook his head and sealed it in the cornucopia.

The cornucopia is the treasure that seals up the treasure of heaven and earth. The purple gold and red gourd is stored in it. I think the damage suffered by me can be gradually repaired.

After dealing with the matters related to purple gold and red gourd, song Qingshu once again turned his attention to this dharma array.

……

Nangong saint is now dead.

The sword saint of Qingcheng was killed by the sword.

The descendants of yaochi were killed in the array.

The incarnation of WanMu Holy Son was crushed.

The Taoist body of the wine and meat monk was shot into blood foam by song Qingshu.

Up to now, in the array.

The son and daughter, whom song Qingshu thought to be very dangerous at the beginning, had died in a terrible state.

If this matter is known by the people of the second God, it will inevitably cause another sensation.

These people are destined to be the future masters of the holy places in the world, and they have been split alive by song Qingshu.

If this matter is spread, the whole Dengxian road will follow the earthquake.

"Song Qingshu, are you satisfied now?"

"Anyway, too many people have died. It's time to stop."

The voice of the city Lord came from Song Qingshu's ear. It was quite helpless. The tone had long lost its previous strength, and even came with a hint of supplication.

"OK, but I can't stop."

"Unless I kill everyone in the array, I will never stop!"

Song Qingshu said nothing, shrugged his shoulders and didn't explain anything else. Then he put his mind in the array and ignored the city master.

"You... Alas."

Hearing the words of song Qingshu, the city Lord couldn't help sighing and didn't say anything else.

"Ah...!"

Screams came from the array, and the perfect killing array of the puppet emperor level was unparalleled in the world.

The killing array turns the vitality of heaven and earth into a tangible and qualitative big grinding plate. The grinding plate runs, directly rolls over Heaven and earth, and turns one life after another into meat sauce.

"Ah..."

In front of the millstone where the vitality of heaven and earth turned out, no one could escape.

The smell of killing in the ancient array of the puppet emperor swept out, just like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. Every time you save, you will kill a large number of people.

At this time, the killing array has turned into a meat grinder worthy of the name to grind the flesh and blood of countless immortals into blood foam.

Many strong people in the Dharma array.

Even if you are a half step Shenguang realm, or even a Super Master of Shenguang realm who really took that step, it is difficult to escape the destruction of the pseudo emperor array pattern.

Now.

In the bright red of the earth, there are pieces of pale broken bones.

At a glance.

This scene can't help but make people feel numb. It can be said to be terrible. Non determined people dare not face it

This is the cruel world of practitioners.

There has never been any compassion.

In this road to immortality, it is difficult to tell which is right or wrong. No one knows whether it is right or wrong.

Some are just life and death, some are just arrogance of who is strong and who is reasonable.

"Ah..."

The screams of heaven and earth continued for half an hour.

The original 800 people, up to now, few people can live.

The vast majority of people have been ground into meat mud by the vitality grinding plate. The earth is scarlet, sad and bloody. There are only a dozen people left in the Dharma array.

Song Qingshu looked very dull from beginning to end.

Looking at the desolate and bloody earth, there were no waves in his eyes, just looking at all this quietly.

Song Qingshu has always been like this. If he doesn't make a decision, he will have to cut down the roots and destroy the sky.

"I said why there is one less person, snake third, where are you!"

Song Qingshu flashed in his eyes and quickly rushed to the Dharma array.

Finally, his figure appeared in front of a pile of corpses, the deepest part of which was buried a blood man.

The whole body of the blood man was submerged by the stench of blood. He didn't move, his temperature was cold, and lost all his vitality.

I don't know when the third snake began to mix with blood mud and was buried below. If others can't feel it at all, they must think.

The third snake has long been a dead man who can't die again. He won't bother him again.

However, song Qingshu has long been a Taoist eye to the sky. With a glance of brilliance, he looks through all obstacles and learns that the third snake is still alive.

The origin of his life is still very exuberant, and the sea is still emitting a fiery light like fire, which has not been extinguished.

The third snake who shocked Fang Xingyu chose to pretend to be dead and wanted to escape this disaster. It seems that he was forced to die by song Qingshu.

After Song Qingshu found the third snake, he stepped out one step, stepped on Tianyu for a while, and rushed down like a God.

The veins on his right arm bulged like a coiled dragon, and the dragon sword, which was heavier than the mountains, turned the blade into a wild dragon and split down.

The thick mountain like sword is connected with the dark clouds above the nine sky. Its power is very terrible, just like the chop of splitting the sky!

"Brush!"

The third snake, who was aware of the danger, turned into a snake shaped green awn, rushed up like light and escaped from the corpse pile.

Song Qingshu fell to the ground with a sword, and the whole earth was hollowed out, revealing a black hole. The hole is not bottomed out!

"Brother song, I think there may be some misunderstanding between us."

"Please don't kill me first, brother song. I'm an old snake. I'm willing to compensate..."

The third snake flattered his mouth and wanted to say something to save his life.

But song Qingshu didn't want to talk to him at all. He tried his best to urge the soldiers to make a decision. After greatly increasing the strength of the dragon sword, he turned it and cut it forward.

From attacking to fighting again, song Qingshu did it all at once and didn't give the third snake a chance at all.

"Zheng!"

The linglie sword of song Qingshu is directly cut open to the sky.

The heavy dark clouds like iron scattered all over the sky, and the infinite starlight gathered like a waterfall above the second God pass.

The number of stars is hundreds and thousands, and the vast expanse of white, like a waterfall, falls down and dotted the whole second God pass.

"If you die, the battle should come to an end."

Song Qingshu looked at the frightened third snake and joked.