Chapter 1366

"Ha ha, I see. No wonder the time and space wormholes arranged by the strong in Wonderland can last so long!"

Sitting in a cave just enough to accommodate one person, song Qingshu clapped his hands and was very happy. At this moment, he understood why he couldn't use divine power here.

To put it bluntly, this is just a small skill. His cultivation realm is still his own, which is applicable in any world.

However, the use of this divine power is different. His divine power comes from the infusion of the original world of the Taoist spirit Pavilion. Although it has been absorbed and screened by himself and turned into his own power, the mark of the previous world can not be erased.

In other worlds, it is not impossible for his divine power to be released. Just like the strong in Wonderland, their divine power can be released at will wherever they are.

However, because of the characteristics of their immortal power, if their immortal power reaches a certain level, they are likely to create a heaven will forbidden area like the abyss in front of them, so they generally don't use immortal power at will.

Song Qingshu can't use his divine power here. The most important thing is his poor strength. His divine power can confront the rules of the outside world with his flesh, but it's very difficult to use it.

Song Qingshu wants to break this dilemma is also very simple, as long as he disperses the divine power in his body, and then practices again based on the world in front of him.

However, this method is time-consuming and labor-consuming. Although song Qingshu has rich experience in cultivating to such a state, it is still very difficult in a few years. At the same time, it is necessary to ensure that it can be done in a good cultivation environment.

At present, this abyss obviously does not meet the conditions, otherwise he will be excluded from the outside world after he has completed his repair. After all, this abyss can be said to be a great world in a certain sense.

There is another way to solve this dilemma, that is, just like the strong in Wonderland, do not use their own divine power, take the rules of the Avenue as a bridge, and use the external divine power.

However, although this method consumes little time and energy, it has some fatal defects. That is, although he can recover his cultivation to a certain extent, he will be beaten back to his original form in some cases.

For example, if people imprison the divine power in the air, he has no way, and the most important threat is the threat from the will of heaven.

Even if song Qingshu can forcibly use the divine power of the vast world, he is still an outsider. Heaven's punishment will not be reduced because he can use the divine power, but will become more and more terrible.

Thinking of this, song Qingshu touched his chin and looked down into the dark abyss. Naturally, his first choice was the second method, but the problem returned to the starting point, that is, he needed to find a way to hide the secret.

Now he can think of a big way is that the immortal rhyme in the depths of the abyss, with the blessing of the immortal rhyme, must not only be able to hide the secret of heaven, but also be of great benefit to his strength.

"Hehe, since no one in the world goes to take the treasure, I'm the only one who can do more."

Glancing at the bottom of the abyss, song Qingshu, who had a plan in mind, grinned.

The immortal rhyme in the pit is a deadly poison to people in this world, but it is a good opportunity for him, an outsider. With that immortal rhyme, he can run wild in this world.

Even because of the confrontation between the immortal rhyme and the world, when he suddenly took out the immortal rhyme, the people around him were afraid that they could not even use their divine power.

Thinking of this, song Qingshu flashed a malicious smile on his face. Now he is much worse than the leader of Daoling Pavilion. But if this immortal rhyme blessing is added, who is the opponent below Wonderland? Even the strong in Wonderland dare not provoke him!

"The host should not be happy too early. This abyss has been shrouded by Xianyun for a long time, and the creatures are far beyond the outside world. It is difficult for you to get to that Xianyun, let alone get it."

Just when song Qingshu was talking about Xiao Jiu in his heart, a basin of cold water poured out of the system, which made him look very ugly.

"Less nonsense, I don't know!?"

With an angry complaint, song Qingshu moved towards the cave of the spirit stone, waved his hands, pulled out some stones on the stone wall like a sharp blade, and stuffed them into the tattered God's robe.

When the clothes couldn't be stuffed, he withdrew from the cave.

After seeing that there was no trace of creatures around him, he jumped gently into the abyss. With the blessing of stones, song Qingshu's falling speed gradually accelerated.

Gradually, the roaring wind turned into thunder and covered everything.

But when song Qingshu was less than ten miles down, a cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Attention to the host, there are mutant creatures around, which is a life threat to you today!"

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In the boundless mountain forest, a leisurely black donkey was carrying a sloppy old man forward, and the messy branches swept the old man's face from time to time.

The black donkey seemed to have never considered the old man's feelings. He drilled in the trees and buried himself slightly from time to time. He just avoided the tree sweeping at its donkey's head and moved forward without scruples.

However, just as the black donkey was about to drill into a thorn, it suddenly rose.

"Whoosh!"

A bright moonlight like cold awn bloomed, and the thorns in front of the black donkey were turned into a pile of dust. In the middle of the dust, a bright long sword was suspended.

The body of the long sword is white and reflects the green of the surrounding trees. On its handle, purple and gold silk thread is wound on the brown and black wooden handle, and the mysterious and dazzling cold awn flows on the blade.

Every time a cold awn on the blade cuts through the surrounding trees, the branches break together like a sword.

But just like this, when the divine sword was about to float in front of the old man, a sad scream sounded.

"I fuck you, that son of a turtle washed my pit sword?! I'll break my leg for you! "

The sloppy old man didn't know when he had woken up. Looking at the new sword in front of him, the old man made a sad sound.

Had known that such a sword would be cleaned by the unworthy son when he sent the letter back, he wouldn't let his baby send the letter back.

I've wrapped the pulp for so many years and it's washed. Who's going to treat him as an old beggar? Isn't his idea of traveling around the world dressed as a pig and eating a tiger going to fail again?

Thinking of this, the old man gnashed his teeth and was about to fly back to teach his unworthy son a lesson. He noticed a small brocade bag hanging behind the hilt of the sword.

After a little thought, the old man decided to read the news and go back to teach the man a lesson, but after reading the note in the brocade bag, the old man's face suddenly froze.

"Heaven's punishment has gone all the way to the abyss of clouds and sky, and its prestige has gradually strengthened, ranging from mortals to gods and emperors."