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After a while, the Lord of Samsara struggled to find a token from his clothes and placed it in Song Qingshu's hand.

Song Qingshu looked at the dark token that looked like wood and jade in his hand, frowned, wondering what it meant: "Lord of Samsara, what are you doing?"

The Lord of Samsara was about to speak, a blush appeared on his pale face, and then he coughed sharply: "Cough cough cough... this is... cough cough cough!"

Upon seeing this, Song Qingshu hurriedly let the Lord of Samsara sit cross-legged on the ground.

Then his palms lightly leaned on the back of the Lord of Samsara and the gossip, nourishing the body of the Lord of Samsara with his profound vitality.

After a while.

The Lord of Samsara took a breath, and the unhealthy blush on his face has faded a little.

"Well, I just couldn't breathe for a while."

"Nourishing others with your own vitality, your own cultivation will be affected."

The Lord of Reincarnation stood up gently, refused Song Qingshu's vitality nourishment, and his face returned to a sense of indifference.

Song Qingshu smiled:

"The Lord of Samsara gave me such a gift, even if I lose a few years of cultivation base, what's the problem?"

The Lord of Reincarnation sneered, and when he was about to say something, there was an itching in his throat: "Cough, cough, cough..."

Upon seeing this, Song Qingshu wanted to nourish the Lord of Samsara with his own vitality.

However, the Lord of Samsara did not let Song Qingshu get close to him, but went straight away quietly.

With the figure of the Lord of Samsara away.

On the edge of the sky, the voice of the Lord of Samsara also came:

"Song Qingshu, take the baby and leave here with others. I need to rest."

"Also, the token in your hand is the treasure to enter the Samsara Lake again. Remember to keep it safe."

"When you are done in this world, come back with the token!"

Song Qingshu raised his brows when he heard this, and said loudly to the place where the Lord of Samsara disappeared: "Lord of Samsara, why should I come back?"

The Lord of Reincarnation said indifferently:

"Because there are things you can't worry about here, and there are problems you must solve."

"The most important thing is that the way of heaven is like this!"

Say the Lord of Reincarnation.

Song Qingshu's figure was directly forcibly teleported out of the treasure house and returned to the gossip map.

With Song Qingshu's figure landing.

The three figures of the valley owner of Tangmen Valley, the owner of Fengjian Villa, and the ancestor of Pengshan also appeared on the gossip map.

Song Qingshu glanced lightly, and found that there was uncontrollable joy deep in the eyes of these three people.

Come to think of it, these three people should also have an unimaginable opportunity in their respective treasure troves.

"Sect Master, all three of us have gained something, I don't know how the Sect Master is?"

The owner of Fengjian Villa changed his arrogance in the past, bent slightly towards Song Qingshu, and said curiously.

Hearing this, the Valley Master of Tangmen Valley hurriedly pulled the sleeve of the owner of Fengjian Villa, and whispered: "Asshole thing, a person with such supernatural powers as the Sect Master, what he gets must be a great opportunity!"

"Since there is such a great opportunity, how can you know it?"

The ancestor Pengshan lightly pinched his beard, looked at the valley master of Tangmen Valley, jokingly said:

"Valley Lord, didn't you just say that the sect master just got the wooden token, shouldn't he get anything good?"

"Why are you so humble in front of the Sect Master?"

Hearing this, the valley lord of Tangmen Valley was taken aback, his face was blue and red, and then he said angrily: "Pengshan ancestor, you are so nonsense, the lord in my heart is like the sky and the moon, and the world is white, how can it be mediocre! "

Song Qingshu looked at the three people who were about to quarrel again, shook his head with a wry smile, and then raised his palms: "Everyone, I only got one ring. It's not a fetish, no need to argue."

It turned out that Song Qingshu was forcibly thrown out of the treasure house by the Lord of Reincarnation.

As soon as he grasped the ring of gravity, he once again greeted the favor of the Lord of Samsara.

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu directly used the token given by the Lord of Samsara, waved his palm to open the door of Samsara space, and returned to the shore of Samsara Lake.

Just when Song Qingshu stepped on the shore of Samsara Lake.

A palm print, like thunder, came towards Song Qingshu.

Chapter 312 Black Feather Sect Sect Master

When Song Qingshu stepped out of the lake of reincarnation, he indeed thought about how the world would welcome him.

Perhaps it was the panic cries of the three disciples.

Perhaps it was the yelling and roar of which strong man in the three sects.

Perhaps it was unremarkable, no one dared to gasp in front of him.

Because he once carried a knife here and killed four Yuanying monks.

and so.

Song Qingshu believes that in a short period of time, none of the three attitudes towards him will be so radical.

At the very least, you can leave some time for yourself to become stronger.

But Song Qingshu never thought of it.

The way the world greeted him was not as complicated as he imagined.

It was a palm that greeted him.

A palm that is three inches thicker than Mu Caidun and one foot wider.

The surface of the fist was as dark as night, full of ghostly atmosphere.

It shattered the space in front of Song Qing's writing and directly crushed it with supreme power.

This punch is not to take advantage of the danger, nor is it a sneak attack.

But kill!

Song Qingshu thought of today's hand afterwards, and had to admit that this was really not a sneak attack.

Because Song Qingshu has never seen such a sneak attack.

There was a ghostly air on this fist, but it appeared very upright.

When Song Qingshu saw this palm coming, the palm print was at least ten feet away from his face.

No one can sneak attack by relying solely on palm prints.

Maybe Feijian can, but not the palm.

Song Qingshu can see this palm.

Because at the moment it appeared.

The water mist floating gently beside the Samsara Lake was violently broken by palm wind into smaller particles.

In the mist of water, an airway shattered by palm prints appeared.

Song Qingfeng saw this palm through the Qi Dao born from that palm print.

And the weak scholar in a black robe.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to think about how this weak scholar slapped this thunderous palm.

He didn't have time to see clearly how the weak scholar looked.

Because it was in a flash.

The palm print, which was wider than Mu Caidun, was already one inch in front of Song Qingshu's chest after shattering the mist on the shore of the Samsara Lake.

In Song Qingshu's sight.

This palm print suddenly became extremely slow.

And it was just such a moment, Song Qingshu unexpectedly recalled his previous life time.

A simple palm.

I experienced the fear of the reckless life.

And a palm, relying on super strength, just created an absolute kill that is not a sneak attack but more terrifying than a sneak attack!

Facing this has been able to break through the space, it seems that such a palm faster than the sound.

Song Qingshu did not have time to lift the purple blood soft sword behind him, and he did not have time to use Lei Ling Fengshen's legs.

Even he didn't even have time to shout.

The only thing Song Qingshu can do is think about it.

Thinking about it is a thought.

And thoughts exist faster than light and lightning.

Following Song Qingshu's thoughts.

The Hell Terrace, which had a close relationship with Song Qingshu, also rang in the air.

Immediately, the Hell Terrace rushed to this palm print, rapidly expanding his body.

Song Qingshu received a strong death threat and the strange screams were still brewing between his chest and abdomen.

The skin trembling irritated by the shadow of death has not yet propped up the hairs.

The platform of hell is as big as a hill.

Lively separated Song Qingshu's figure from this palm.

If that ghost palm is to Song Qingshu, a god of death wielding a sickle.

Then this platform of hell is like the dividing line between the world and hell.

The death god swung his sickle and slashed on the dividing line.

That palm print landed on the platform of hell with infinite power.

boom!

There was a dull metal blast, just like the sound of Huang Lu's big bell.

Blasted on the platform of hell.

The sound waves dissipated, shaking all the stones on the shore of the Samsara Lake into powder.

The platform of hell is not shattered.

Now that the Hell Terrace has risen to the fourteenth level, in the Yuan Ying territory, there is no strong person who can crush the Hell Terrace.

But with that palm print hitting on the platform of hell.

The desperate black iron block on the platform of hell was deeply sunken in an instant.

This is a transformation that Song Qingshu has not seen since using the Hell Platform.

It is conceivable that what a terrifying force was carried in the palm of the hand just now.

Song Qingshu is connected to the platform of hell.

Song Qingshu's chest collapsed slightly when he received such a shock on the platform of hell.

His face gradually paled.

Immediately, Song Qingshu's feet stood like iron pillars on the shore of the Samsara Lake, and his body swept backward due to the remaining force of his palm prints.

After a while, two gullies appeared on the shore of the Samsara Lake that could be used to divert water.

After a while.

The power of the palm print completely dissipated in the sky.