Chapter 752

"Buzz!"

Song Qing turned herself into a soldier, increased ten times, ran Lei Ling's Fengshen legs, stepped on Lei Guang, and danced through the clouds like a streamer.

"Will you die this time?"

Song Qingshu shot one after another under the increase of ten times his combat power. Lightning and flint were faster than lightning and thunder. Each blow was fierce and unparalleled.

"Song Qing..."

As soon as the third snake wanted to beg for mercy, he was beaten by the chaotic smell of the rotten cork in Song Qingshu's hand.

He was swept by the chaotic light again, and most of his bones were broken. In pain, he roared in horror and said:

"Song Qingshu, you can't kill me... I have dragon blood flowing in my body, which is a branch of demon Dragon..."

"Boom!"

Song Qingshu didn't want to give the third snake the chance to go on. His own combat power was ten times stronger. The chaotic smell of rotten cork shattered the void, flew it and almost crushed it into mud.

"I dare to kill the Dragon King, but branch bastards dare to threaten me?"

Song Qingshu scoffed, and the rotten cork shone. When it came to chaos, the focus was on the old snake's chest, which made it hollow.

"You just..."

The third snake was so angry that his real blood gushed and coughed up blood one after another.

"Dong!"

Song Qingshu resisted the endless sea of blood in the demon box with the chaotic Guangxia of a rotten wooden plug. Guangxia imprisoned the sea of blood, and the two weapons stuck together.

Bingzijue also has a time limit on the ten fold increase of the strength of song Qingshu, which is just over now.

But the third snake is also at the end of a powerful crossbow, struggling to resist.

"Bang!"

Song Qingshu stretched out his right palm, which condensed the illusion of Kunpeng, and hit it with a bang, shaking the destructive Qi machine.

"Snap!"

The third snake raised his arm and took song Qingshu's palm with his arm. Then with a light sound, song Qingshu's arm broke and his chest collapsed.

His immortal body covered with tough snake scales was printed by the Kunpeng palm of song Qingshu, so the snake scales were broken inch by inch!

"Poof!"

After countless natural disasters, song Qingfeng's body is so powerful now.

His palm, like a big millstone, was solid and patted on the third snake's body. Only one palm made him fall apart on the spot.

After a strange cry, the original God of the third snake rushed out of the sea, tore open the crack and wanted to escape.

Song Qingshu's eyes opened angrily between his eyebrows, and out of the sea came a yuan God villain.

Yuan Shen's little man was shining like the sun. He carried a huge four-way tripod and rushed through the void, shattering his snake old three yuan gods.

So far.

Another future Lord of the world fell again. The third snake should have finally turned into a dragon and carefree heaven and earth, but it was wiped out. It has become a cloud of history and no longer exists.

Song Qingfeng killed seven or eight top strongmen in a day. Such a record was enough to shake the world, and now Song Qingfeng has destroyed so many strongmen.

kill all.

The ground was covered with meat sauce.

The two add up.

Not to mention the second God pass, even the whole ancient road to immortality will cause towering waves.

"Where is Liu Yunxiao?"

"Where is Yan chiyun, the relation of the fifth God pass? I just sensed that they were coming too...... "

Song Qingshu looked at the bloody mud on the ground, frowned and whispered to himself.

……

At this time, it was late at night, and the thick dark clouds on the second Shenguan began to dissipate. The brilliant stars were like waterfalls, and Shenguan was quiet.

But.

The atmosphere in the starlight. But it is not as peaceful as Shenguan.

The smell of blood raged in the starlight array and came to my nose.

The strong smell of death and the shadow of death diffuse here, as if an abyss hell came to the world.

The big millstone of the killing array of the puppet emperor level has disappeared. Under the cold moonlight, the place where song Qingshu stands is a very thick layer of blood mud.

The scarlet blood mud is also mixed with some very eye-catching snow-white bone residue.

At a glance, this is an intuitively hairy scene. White bone fragments are mixed with scarlet meat mud, and the brain and stumps are everywhere.

If anyone sees it with his own eyes, it's very scary and his scalp is numb. This is a real place of Shura, a hell.

Except for the wine and meat monk, WanMu Shengzi and others who used avatars to prevent disasters, the rest of the people in the Dharma array died.

No one can escape. This is the power of the puppet emperor array pattern. Whether it is the divine light realm or the realm of transforming God, it will be cut off at the same time!

Song Qingshu stood in the ancient array of the puppet emperor's killing and cutting, but he didn't find Liu Yunxiao and related household Yan chiyun in the array.

Previously, song Qingshu could feel that the two men must have come for him, but somehow they didn't enter the battle.

Perhaps his keen inspiration was superhuman. Aware of the danger, he turned and left, avoiding the killing arranged by song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at the night sky.

Now, he can no longer notice even a wisp of Qi here. All the people who entered the array died. Without exception, all the people who did not enter the array were frightened away.

Seeing song Qingfeng's power to kill the array, no one dared to stop. Under the influence of song Qingshu's kill array, the star array also dispersed with the wind.

A long time later.

The second Shenguan is very far away from Song Qingshu's residence. There are plenty of people. Someone appears and looks at this place from a distance through the star array. It's creepy and cool from head to foot.

It was almost dawn, and it was the time when the night was thickest.

The moonlight is still as soft as water, and the stars are slightly dim, but they are also bright.

However, at this time, the whole second God pass was extremely depressed, and there was no sound in such a big city.

Like a ghost town.

"Purify everything."

Song Qingshu set off a big fire and burned in his house. The broken bones and blood mud on the ground burned and crackled in the light of the fire.

Song Qingshu stood here, quietly waiting for the blood mud and broken bones to turn into ashes and burn some things clean.

Suddenly.

Song Qingshu's eyebrows were slightly painful. The little man of Yuanshen seemed to be trembling. It seemed that there was a danger approaching.

"Ding, the system prompts that the terrorist energy body is detected around the host. Please be careful."

But for a moment, the systematic prompt sounded in Song Qingshu's ear.

Song Qingshu looked up and confirmed that the crisis he felt now was not empty. His mind swept out, but he couldn't find anything.

"Is there a saint level figure in the divine light realm who came here?"

"There are still terrible killers peeping here. What's going on?"

Song Qingshu frowned slightly and felt the danger coming. He was surprised:

"No, it seems that this place must be reduced to the center of the storm. You can't stay long. You have to leave here."