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Even the gravity ring plus a cornucopia are all sesame seeds.

A martial art of the artistic conception level, even if it is a broken section, can cause a bloody storm in the world!

Say no, it will also attract the attention of the emperor-level figures.

But now, Song Qingshu has four absolutely complete artistic conception martial arts in his hands.

If Song Qingshu uploaded these four martial arts to the Heavenly Emperor Group.

I am afraid that his position as the leader of the group is even more doubtful that it is not consistent.

The Lord of Samsara shook his head slightly:

"I just made a kind reminder."

"It's just that I didn't expect you to be able to find out four pieces of artistic conception martial arts from more than 200,000 pieces of white paper so quickly."

"Song Qingshu, just relying on your speed of perception, you are much stronger than me."

That's it in one word.

When the Lord of Samsara looked at Song Qingshu's eyes, he added a thought-provoking smile.

Song Qingshu looked at the smile in the eyes of the Lord of Reincarnation, and grinned unnaturally: "I just..."

Before Song Qingshu finished speaking, the Lord of Samsara chuckled and opened his lips:

"You don't need to explain anything to me."

"Song Qingshu, what identity background, means, strength, and moral character do you have? I don't care about these."

"I care about it only because you are the chosen one."

When the Lord of Samsara said the last sentence, the smile on his face was completely reduced.

Instead, there is a serious and solemn meaning.

Song Qingshu swallowed his saliva, then he bent over and held his fists respectfully: "Lord of Samsara, the meaning of your words is not clear to Qingshu."

"What is the Chosen One?"

"Lord of Samsara, can you talk to Qingshu in more detail?"

Upon hearing this, the Lord of Samsara also fell silent.

After a long time.

The Lord of Samsara also let out a long sigh:

"Maybe, it's too early to tell you this."

"Well, you will come back here anyway, and we still have many opportunities to have a good chat with you."

When Song Qingshu heard the words, he was taken aback again, thinking:

"Isn't the gate of Samsara Lake only opened once in a hundred years?"

"If so, before opening the door next time.

I didn't know which world I went to for a long time, how could I enter the lake of reincarnation again?"

But the Lord of Samsara didn't seem to want to delve into this matter anymore.

Just when Song Qingshu couldn't help but ask questions.

The Lord of Samsara gently squeezed the four white papers in Song Qingshu's hands into his hands.

The corner of the Lord of Samsara's mouth raised a smile:

"Tell me, what do you see on these papers?"

Song Qingshu also felt quite helpless against the blunt change of the subject of the Lord of Samsara.

Immediately Song Qingshu shrugged:

"I saw four martial arts levels above."

The Lord of Reincarnation is still indifferent:

"Which four?"

Song Qingshu curled his lips, a little disdainful but helpless, he said, "The difference is the misty and misty determination of Kunyi's body."

"The artistic conception of martial arts, the Great Wilderness Over the Mountains and the Cuilan Chaos."

"The last one is Kunshan Prisoner Immortal Jue."

While Song Qingshu was talking, he pulled out a blank sheet of paper from the hand of the Lord of Samsara.

It was like being afraid that the Lord of Reincarnation would confiscate these four blank papers.

The Lord of Reincarnation looked at Song Qingshu's actions to protect the treasure and couldn't help but sneered: "These treasures were originally mine. You can only take away the exercises on the white paper."

"Blank paper, you have to stay with me."

Song Qingshu was taken aback when he heard the words and couldn't help but frowned.

The words of the Lord of Reincarnation are quite intriguing.

But after chewing the Song Qingshu carefully, he also understood what the Lord of Reincarnation meant: "I can only memorize the exercises on the spot, but I cannot take away the secrets."

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel bitter:

"Lord of Samsara, aren't you trying to embarrass me on purpose?"

"It's okay to say that ordinary exercises. With my amazing insight, I will learn as soon as I learn it."

"This is a martial art of artistic conception. Any one of them is compatible with the Dao."

"How can such martial arts be learned casually?"

"If you don't let me take them away, how long should I stay here?"

The eyes of the Lord of Samsara are smiling:

"Supporting so many of you to come to this treasure house space, I also have to spend a lot of energy."

"So, now you only have half a stick of incense. After half a stick of incense, no matter how you learn, you have to go."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu's pupils suddenly expanded.

In Banzhuxiang's time, if Song Qingshu was asked to memorize the names of these four martial arts.

But if he were to learn these four martial arts, that would be impossible...

"Lord of Samsara, are you bullying people?"

Song Qingshu looked at the eyes of the Lord of Reincarnation and found that there was really no hint of joke in it.

He knows that the Lord of Samsara is serious...

Realizing this, Song Qingshu no longer meant to compliment the Lord of Reincarnation, and roared angrily.

This time the Lord of Samsara reluctantly shrugged and pretended to be innocent:

"Isn't it possible that you can't learn such things in the half-zhuxiang time?"

Hear here.

Song Qingshu also lost the mood of chatting with the Lord of Samsara.

After all, the time of Banzhuxiang is fleeting, he must grasp every minute and second.

"The system, turn on the recording function, and memorize all the highway laws and regulations recorded on the four blank sheets of paper!"

Song Qingshu said silently in his heart.

Immediately, there was a rustling sound from the system, and the laws of the road on the white paper were recorded one by one.

However, the martial art of artistic conception is too unpredictable, and the speed of system recording is quite slow.

Just when Song Qingshu and Time kept running.

The index finger of the Lord of Reincarnation lightly tapped Song Qingshu's forehead, and said with a smile: "Don't say half a stick of incense, even if it is a moment, if I am there, what should you worry about?"

Chapter 311

When the Lord of Samsara said this, he closed his eyes tightly.

And it is just such a moment.

The mist is still misty.

The great wasteland turned the mountain.

Cuilan chaos in the sea.

Kun Yi Prison Xianjue.

The four great disciplines follow the fingertips of the Lord of Samsara.

Like a surging river, it flooded into Song Qingshu's mind.

It was just such a moment.

Song Qingshu's mind was so painful, it was as if countless big rocks were being stuffed into his head by the Lord of Reincarnation.

"Song Qingshu! This is the initiation of the secret technique, in the shortest time, you can completely remember the contents of the four blank papers."

"What you have to do now is to hold back the pain in your mind, no matter what, you can't faint!"

The Lord of Reincarnation slid down countless cold sweats on his head, his complexion was a little pale, and shouted at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu pressed his lips tightly, the veins on his head violently, and the whole face was glowing with unhealthy red.

"faster!"

Although Song Qingshu is suffering from pain that people can imagine.

But with his steely willpower.

Song Qingshu's eyes still kept a trace of clarity in the pain, and he never lost his will and roared.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was still able to speak, the Lord of Samsara nodded his head very satisfied: "This one is no different from the pain of a thousand swords, but as long as you survive it!"

"Then the road ahead will be an open road!"

At this point, the Lord of Samsara suddenly lifted his palm, his palm radiant.

Then the Lord of Samsara directly slapped Song Qingshu's forehead!

boom!

The power of a palm actually made the space around Song Qingshu's head start to shake slightly.

Song Qingshu's eyes opened with anger, and the bright brilliance flashed in his eyes, like the stars in the sky.

After a long time.

The light in Song Qingshu's eyes dimmed...

As the light in his eyes disappeared completely, a trace of blood flowed out of Song Qingshu's mouth.

"Haha, so cool."

After Song Qingshu was demented for a while, he raised his right hand, wiped the blood stains from his mouth, and said with a smile.

The look full of energy, there is no trace of blood that has just been bleeding.

On the other hand, the Lord of Reincarnation, his face is pale as paper, his feet are floating, and his breath is like gossamer.

It seemed that as long as a breeze came, he could blow him to the ground.

Song Qingshu looked at the appearance of the Lord of Reincarnation, expecting that this initiation must have consumed his endless vitality.

Immediately, Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to support the swaying Lord of Samsara, and said worriedly: "Lord of Samsara, are you okay?"

The Lord of Samsara looked up at Song Qingshu, smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"In order to teach you these four methods, it took me nearly five hundred years of cultivation."

"Now, even if you want to kill me, I don't have the strength to resist..."

Having said that, the Lord of Samsara put his hand into his clothes and fumbled carefully.