Chapter 809

"Poof!"

Song Qingshu's incarnation whirled in the air, stepping step by step into the sky, splashing with fresh blood.

With only one step, he trampled the head of the silver wolf where the son of thousands of eyes sat into a piece of scarlet and died.

"It's just an incarnation, song Qingshu! You really deceive people too much. I'll fight with you! "

The son of ten thousand eyes roared angrily. He had designed song Qingshu many times. Since Yunbo Xianlin, he has been thinking about his imperial Scripture and the source gas of heaven tunnel.

Because he suffered a small loss when assassinating song Qingshu, he colluded with Yan chiyun, Liu Yunxiao and others and tried to tear song Qingshu to pieces countless times.

Now, he did not expect that the son of an alien race would eventually fall into such a field and be suppressed by the incarnation of his sworn enemy, so he could not win at all.

Now he understands.

In front of song Qingshu's absolute strength, all his schemes are so ridiculous.

Dong!

Dong!

The deafening pace of song Qingshu's incarnation sounded like a heavenly drum.

The thunder Lingfeng God's legs were extremely sharp. He cracked the floating clouds in the sky in a few steps. Each step raised and fell like a sacred weapon explosion, rumbling and crashing, and the heaven and earth were almost crushed.

The sky roared and the earth split.

"Poof"!

"Poof"!

WanMu Shengzi resisted the tingling feeling from the roar in his ears, his body shook, and kept retreating. His heart was almost desperate and full of suffocation.

Originally, at the time of Yunbo Xianlin, WanMu Saint may also compete with the real body of song Qingshu. It's not a big problem to play an equal share of the autumn.

Now, after the experience of Taigu Daochang, he lost even the incarnation of song Qingshu, and his heart was extremely sad.

"Nine Emperor divine comedy!"

Song Qingshu's incarnation walked away in the sky and spit out these four words very calmly.

Then, like the sound of the zither, the sound of the steps can be heard.

Some are as gentle as mountain water.

Some of them are as strong as gold and iron.

Some high stones can shake open gold and stone.

Some owls cry like ghosts.

last.

Song Qingshu's incarnation takes another step, and all the tones return to peace. It is as quiet as the beginning of heaven and earth, and as quiet as the night to the fifth watch.

It was a bloody battle.

But the heroes present were intoxicated. The steps taken by song Qingshu's incarnation were like a musical ceremony, which made them deeply trapped and unable to extricate themselves.

Among those present, only WanMu Shengzi had a ferocious face, and two clear tears trickled down his Junlang's face:

"I don't want to die..."

Song Qingshu's real Indifference:

"That's your business, that's none of my business."

Smell speech, after a short struggle, the limbs, body, head and yuan God of WanMu Holy Son burst open one after another, turned into a rain of blood and scattered here.

A song of the Nine Emperor's son meteorite, the real body is invincible.

The accomplishments of song Qingshu now can be called shocking. Even Yan Yutian, whose accomplishments are much higher than those of song Qingshu, dare not say that he can win easily.

"What's the origin of this son? Why did the Yan family get into such a big enemy? "

Yan Yutian, who was held in the palm of the city Lord, shook his head in despair and smiled bitterly. The laughter was full of bitterness.

Song Qingshu scattered his incarnation. The real body held up the four huge tripod with the tripod mouth facing down, the divine light of the star sea in the tripod fell, and the regular chain fluttered like catkins.

A sea of stars destroyed half of the ground pressure of the Yan Family and turned pieces of ancient buildings into fly ash.

Although the Yan Family's architecture is engraved with the family protection Dharma array, it still can't stop the power of the four huge tripods in Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu was moved.

The Yan family, which originally occupied a very large area in the second Shenguan pass, was directly razed to the ground. The avenue mist appeared in the huge tripod, and the mist filled the Yan Family with the meaning of ten thousand swords.

This is a massacre.

None of the characters associated with the Yan family escaped. From the elders of the family to the gatekeeper slaves, they were all killed by song Qingshu.

"Ah... Bastard! Bastard! "

Yan Yutian was so angry that he roared. As a strong saint, he could only watch this scene happen, but he was unable to stop all this.

"Yan Clan is destroyed by me today. Yan Yutian will not give up. Next, please ask the city Lord to enforce the law and kill this Liao!"

Looking at Yan Yutian with a desperate face, song Qingshu raised a cruel smile at the corners of his mouth and said calmly and forcefully.

Looking at Yan Yutian, who has lived in seclusion for thousands of years, the city Lord shook his head and sighed gently. He was really responsible for such a storm in the second God pass.

No matter who violates the rules, even if the city Lord has more consideration, he has to deal with the offenders severely.

"Elder Yan, it is said that I have been afraid of you. In fact, I just respect you. You are really confused about today's matter. I'm sorry."

The city Lord smiled bitterly, then closed the palm and fingers of his right hand, and an extremely terrible pressure burst out.

"No..."

Yan Yutian screamed in horror and tried his best to struggle.

However, the right hand of the city Lord was too terrible. The collapse of the mountains hit him and broke his body inch by inch.

"If you kill me, you will encounter endless trouble!"

At the moment when he was on the verge of death, Yan Yutian screamed in despair. He wanted to scare the city Lord when he was going to die.

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu's figure soared up like a startled Hong, stepped on it and directly stepped on Yan Yutian's frontal bone.

"Poof!"

Yan Yutian's head is like a bloody fireworks, which blooms. His knowledge of the sea disappears, and the little man of the yuan God collapses into ashes.

"You..."

The city Lord looked at Song Qingshu, who had taken the lead, and frowned.

Song Qingshu smiled coldly:

"I'm the one who killed him. What's your business? If someone asks you for trouble, put it all on me. "

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu's eyes burst out two cold brilliance, and his thick hair scattered, slowly falling to the ground like a demon.

"Alas."

Looking at Song Qingshu is not strong, but it seems to support the back of heaven and earth. The city Lord shook his head and sighed faintly.

There is both admiration and disappointment in the sigh.

He should have been carefree and happy all the way to immortality. The sword points to the South sky. However, due to countless years of polishing, the city Lord has long lost his blood and fighting heart.

Now he hesitates for a long time at every step. He seems to be the supreme power at the level of hypocrisy, but he is very weak and confused.

"There is a problem in the world. There is a lack of heaven, and a great disaster is coming. Song Qingshu, now I finally understand why the Lord of reincarnation chose you..."

Just looking at the back of song Qingshu, even the city leader felt a burst of blood boiling, and seemed to find the feeling of happiness, gratitude and hatred back then.

……

"Are you satisfied?"

The city Lord raised a smile on his mouth, looked at Song Qingshu and said.

Song Qingshu shook his head:

"Although the man is divided, he is not dead. He is not dead. Naturally, he is not satisfied."

Then he looked at the man nailed to the ground