"Hoo ~ I'm special!"

On the boundless grassland, song Qingshu ran like the wind. The wind blew across his face. At this time, the robe with good quality had been torn to pieces, and even his own flesh began to suffer.

Three days have passed since he came to this world. During this period, song Qingshu never stopped, but the dark clouds in the air seemed to lock on him, and he was reluctant to let go of thunder.

At this time, song Qingshan has understood that it is the will of the world to pursue and kill him, and he is an outsider. Because the rules of the world are different from those of the world, he belongs to a mortal without cultivation in the eyes of the world's heaven.

At first, the lightning that cleaved him only cleaved according to the limits of mortals, but with the extension of his survival time, the power of lightning was constantly improving in order to destroy him, an outsider. In the end, I'm afraid the strong in Wonderland will also be cleaved to death.

With the passage of time, the frequency of lightning splitting has slowed down, but the power is growing rapidly. Now the lightning power every half hour can be compared with the eight powerful people in the realm of God and Emperor.

If song Qingshu can't find a place to hide before noon tomorrow, I'm afraid he will face the nine lightning in the realm of God Emperor, and his flesh will be unable to carry it at that time.

The most important thing is that the lightning splitting him at this time is different from the sky robbery. There is still a glimmer of vitality in the sky robbery. These lightning are to destroy the invaders in the world, and there is no way to live.

"System, how far am I from that abyss?!"

In his mind, song Qingshu spoke a little anxiously. He had the system search for a place in this world that could hide the will of heaven. Although that place is a forbidden area in this world, song Qingshu is very eager to rush into that forbidden area immediately in order to survive.

"Don't worry, at your speed, you can arrive tonight. But you should think more about how to break the hostility of the will of heaven to you, otherwise you can hide for a while and you can't hide for a lifetime. "

The cold voice of the system made song Qingshu relax and frown at the same time. It was unexpected that he was so hostile to the will of heaven. He thought of many ways along the way, but none of them worked.

Even if he hid in the bottomless cave, the lightning seemed to have eyes, and he could turn around and bomb him. If he didn't react quickly, he would be buried alive in the cave.

"Crack ~"

Just as song Qingshu was thinking, a full three feet thick lightning cleaved to him. Under this cleavage, song Qingshu's running pace slowed down, and at the same time, a magma pond was formed under him.

The lightning was so powerful that song Qingshu had a headache. He simply stopped thinking and continued to run away.

But the day after Song Qingshu left, an old man with a sword appeared here on a black donkey. The old man was dressed in rags and even had some rice grains on his face. His white hair seemed to have not been washed for a long time. Many of them were still bonded together and looked dirtier than beggars in the street.

Even the long sword in the old man's hand has a lot of sundries stuck on it. If you look closely, you can see that there are dark red blood stains, animal fur and fruit peel.

The black donkey walked carelessly and gnawed at the grass. He just came to the solidified magma pond. When he saw the glass like soil in the deep pit, the old man's half narrowed eyes suddenly stared.

"Heavenly punishment?!"

The old man started from the black donkey's back, jumped to the bottom of the deep pit, reached out and touched the solidified soil. It was warm and crisp at the same time, which made the old man's eyes even more surprised.

"What is it?! Can you provoke God's punishment?! It's not an alien demon, is it? Shouldn't it? Even if foreign demons are born, they won't be punished by heaven? Doing more is just a natural disaster. What is that? "

The thin palm was pressed on the ground, and the old man kept talking. After a long time of meditation, the old man smiled freely.

"Well, it's just the eight heavenly punishments of the divine emperor. It's not a terrible thing. Let those boys deal with it."

With a vain step, the old man turned over again on his black donkey's back, thought about it, picked up the long sword in his hand, and spit on it.

"Honey, I'll trouble you to come. I don't want to see those boys, or I'll have to take a bath and change my clothes. It's really annoying."

Spit out, the old man threw the formula in his hand, and a small wormhole just enough for him to pass appeared in front of the long sword.

Seeing the long sword disappeared in the wormhole, the old man shrunk and put his head on the black donkey's ass, while his feet were on the black donkey's head. Unexpectedly, the whole man just lay on the black donkey's back and slept.

As the old man snored, the black donkey swayed away.

……

In a magnificent palace somewhere, a middle-aged man in purple and gold robes with a national character face is talking to others. In front of them, seven or eight women in light gauze are dancing in mid air.

However, just then, a cold light like an electric light suddenly appeared.

"Whoosh!"

"Peng!"

The table in front of the middle-aged man burst, and the women in the air screamed. The cold light just now was so fast that everyone present couldn't react.

See the middle-aged man covered with debris and dirt, the fat man who talked with him, his eyes were frightened on his broad face, his fat meat trembled, and his mouth screamed.

"Help! Help! There are assassins! "

The fat man clenched his teeth and jumped in front of the middle-aged man like a hill. He took out a pair of meteor hammers from nowhere and stared at the air.

Although he didn't see it clearly, the fat man knew that the cold light just now was shot from the air in the hall.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

With the fat man's scream, seven or eight people in black appeared in the hall. They surrounded the middle-aged man with all kinds of weapons. Their breath was as thick as a mountain and as frightening as purgatory.

"Oh, no, it's my ancestors."

Just as everyone looked around in disbelief, the middle-aged man splashed with sundries opened his mouth in embarrassment.

The fat man looked back. The middle-aged man waved with a smile on his face. In his other hand, he was holding a dirty long sword that could not even see its own color.

"Your Majesty, what is this?"

The fat man saw the helplessness in the man's eyes. He was relieved and began to wonder.

"Hehe, this is the sword of my royal ancestors. Don't worry. Somebody, clean up. "

Seeing the fear in the fat man's eyes, the middle-aged man flashed a cold light at the bottom of his eyes, but he was happy. With a wave of his hand, he brought a piece of yellow cloth to wrap the long sword in his hand.

On the long sword wrapped in yellow cloth, several big characters connected with saliva are gradually disappearing.

"In Kunyu County, the divine emperor's eight heavenly punishments appear."