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Kun's artistic conception no longer lingers around his body, but is absorbed into his body and truly turned into a part of his body.

Song Qingshu raised his sword over his head, the clouds rose behind him, the green sea was noisy behind him, and the barren hills were simple and simple, as if they would last forever.

The golden god will stand above the clouds, its face is ruthless and ignorant.

The lightsaber that was more than ten miles long in his hand slashed towards the earth like a golden dragon.

And his blade, which was tens of feet wide, pressed against Song Qingshu's body like a mountain.

Compared with the huge and incomparable volume of the golden god general, Song Qingshu, standing in the wind and fluttering in blood, looked like a dust in the air.

Compared with the extremely terrifying and powerful lightsaber, the purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand was as small as a root.

Accompanied by the misty clouds, Song Qingshu raised the broken sword in his hand in the mountains and sea behind him, and greeted him toward the terrifying dozens of miles of lightsaber.

The broken sword in Song Qingshu's hand was in contact with the lightsaber of the god general, like a tiny bit, and it was lightly painted on Kunlun.

The tiny pin in Song Qingshu's hand was safe and sound, but the Kunlun Mountain that God held in his hand collapsed.

boom!

The tens of mile-long lightsaber blade was first rolled up exaggeratedly, and then the blade was covered with tortoise cracks.

Puff.

With a soft sound, these dozens of li-long lightsabers suddenly burst, collapsed like an avalanche, and scattered around the world.

"It's not over yet!"

After the sword was broken, Song Qingshu let out a violent cry, and instantly swung hundreds of swords in the sky at lightning speed.

Each sword contains the essence of Kun's artistic conception.

So every sword has the momentum of mountains and seas.

A sword is a mountain.

One sword is a sea.

When hundreds of swords are swung together.

Song Qingshu seems to have cut out all the mountains and seas in a world.

"Do not!"

The golden god general was shocked when he saw this, and after calling out in fear, he hurriedly backed away, not daring to take the broken sword in Song Qingshu's hand.

But the golden god took a step back like lightning, and Song Qingshu's mountain and sea sword intent took a step.

The golden god violently retreated thousands of miles, and his sword intent pressed for thousands of miles.

No matter how hard the golden god will resist.

The sword in Song Qingshu's hand never stopped, as if it would last forever.

The sword intent passed through hundreds of thousands of lightsaber fragments floating in the sky.

After the drizzle and the morning breeze, it fell on the huge face of the golden general who fled in embarrassment.

Then on the golden god general's seemingly perfect face, there was a very subtle and very deep sword mark.

With sword marks, that perfect face became no longer perfect.

The original ruthless and indifferent face of the Golden God General was no longer perfect, so the ruthless and ignorant face became quite funny.

Ka, snap.

A faint sound that was hard to be noticed rang in the sky.

Then the golden light god general's face was covered with tortoise cracks.

Those hundreds of thousands of cracks spread on his stalwart body.

As a result, his armor, which had been condensed from infinite heaven and earth, began to crack.

The golden light god will begin to shatter all over, like an ice sculpture beaten by a hammer, disintegrating in the air and turning into countless transparent crystals.

Countless transparent crystals rustled and fell towards the earth.

Among those finely divided transparent crystals, there is a golden primordial spirit that is flying fast.

It has been looking for opportunities to break through the door of the dimension, and then return to the body.

However, what it was waiting for was not an opportunity, but Song Qingshu's delicate and slender palms...

Chapter 420

In a period of time before the golden giant door of the sky was opened.

Song Qingshu had just let the small golden characters shatter the walls of space and left shortly after.

Above the sky of an inexplicable world, a small character exuding pale gold pierced the wall of space and came to a black hall.

The small golden print fell into the hands of an old man in Tsing Yi like a leaf.

The old man in Tsing Yi sat on the black hall with his eyes closed, as if he had already fallen asleep.

He was awakened when the small golden print fell into his hands.

"dead."

The light on the small golden letters dissipated, revealing a dead letter.

The old man in Tsing Yi looked at the word in his hand and murmured a bit of anger.

This small golden character came from the scroll of his disciple Moyejia, so he was very clear about this character.

When he saw this word, Mo Xiejia's life and death situation, basically he also knows seven or eight.

After a long silence.

The old man in Tsing Yi just sighed:

"Although it's just an outside disciple who accepts it at will, but when I die, I always have to show something as a master."

Stop talking.

The old man in Tsing Yi crushed the small golden characters in his hand and sent a trace of the soul projection into the world where Song Qingshu was.

So his giant eyes peeped at Song Qingshu, and then the golden dragon broke through the sky.

After repeated detriment to the teacher.

This old man in Tsing Yi also moved the real fire, ignoring the suppression of his own realm by the incomplete avenue of the world.

Direct Yuanshen came out of the body and came to Song Qingshu's world.

It is a pity the defeat of the Golden General.

While this old man in Tsing Yi experienced a failure again, his own situation fell into a terrible situation.

...

At least.

When Song Qingshu's slender palm came towards his soul.

The ball of light transformed by the old man's soul couldn't even resist, so he had to be obediently held by Song Qingshu.

"Do not kill me!"

"Do you know who I am!"

"In a world like yours, I can crush tens of thousands with one hand, and I will be released soon."

The ball of light was struggling fiercely in Song Qingshu's hands while howling in pain.

Song Qingshu looked at the ball of light in his hand indifferently, the cold light shining in his eyes.

Just like a piece of solid ice that has not been thawed for thousands of years, it exudes a chill enough to freeze the earth.

"Huh! I don't know what is good or bad when I die?"

Song Qingshu let out a cold snort, and the sword energy flew across the palm of his hand holding the ball of light.

The wisps of sword aura continuously cut the golden ball of light in the palm like a white mist.

The primordial spirit in the golden ball of light was first cut off by the sword qi's right arm and left foot, and then it was cut open.

"I have stepped into the Three Realms of Transforming God, and I am the supreme cultivator, the original god steel is as tough as iron. How do you think this tickling attack won me?"

The primordial spirit in the golden ball of light sneered.

Immediately, there was a flash of light in the golden light ball, so he broke his hand and reconnected.

The chest and abdomen that were cut open by Song Qingshu's sword energy also closed again with a burst of golden light.

Song Qingshu raised his brows slightly, and a playful smile appeared in his eyes:

"I don't care what state you are in now, I only know that you are weak now."

"So you better answer my question obediently."

The primordial spirit in the golden ball of light stood proudly:

"What can you do with me?"

"Now my primordial spirit is more tenacious than you can imagine, even if I get slashed a few more times, I am safe."

The primordial spirit who has entered the level of the god transformation can be said to be more tenacious than the best iron in the world.

At the very least, in the realm below the Transcendent God Realm, there is no way to get him.

however.

For Song Qingshu.

The reliance of the primordial spirit in the golden sphere of light seemed extraordinarily stupid and fragile.

"Do you really think I can't help you?"

Song Qingshu's mouth raised an indifferent smile, and said to the golden Yuan Ling's lips.

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu jumped straight to the deepest part of the sky.

Song Qingshu stopped his body until the deepest part of Shen Yun.

"Shameless junior! What do you want to do?"

The primordial spirit in the golden ball of light looked at the heavy clouds and mist surrounding him, and couldn't help frowning and opening his lips.

Song Qingshu's face was indifferent, and he never said anything.

He directly stretched out his left hand and held a big hand in the air, grasping the soul in the golden ball of light.

After completely isolating the primordial spirit's prying into this world in the golden light ball.

Song Qingshu just opened the Heavenly Emperor chat group with confidence, trying to get some of the things he needed most.

Immediately after opening the Tiandi chat group, what Song Qingshu came to face were tens of thousands of chat records of the great emperors.

Among them is Wuzu's discussion on the secret book of Xingzi Mi.

There was Emperor Yan's thoughts on Fen Yanjue's secret of fire control.

Regarding the secrets of the formation, there is the opinion of Infinite Emperor.

Even the method of killing has the emperor's admonition education.

It can be said.

In Song Qingshu's Tiandi chat group, only Song Qingshu could not think of it.

But there is absolutely no mind or practice secret that Song Qingshu hasn't found.

But now Song Qingshu's time is really not enough.

After all, it is extremely important to understand the origin of the golden soul in his hand.

So even if Song Qingshu coveted such peerless martial arts as Xingzi Mi.

But he also had to slow down these martial arts learning for a while.