Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 293
So after hurriedly downloaded a few exercises specifically for the soul.
Song Qingshu also directly closed the Tiandi chat group.
"Soul Destruction?"
"Glass shattered soul art?"
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"A thousand blades?"
After Song Qingshu hurriedly scanned the exercises just downloaded, the arc of the smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.
"Just learn this, the system, help me quickly master the essence of these skills."
"There is no need to comprehend them all now, at least I must learn some now."
Song Qingshu looked at the several exercises in front of him, and opened his lips to the system in his mind.
As Song Qingshu continues to grow stronger, its system functions have become more complete and powerful.
Like today's ordinary basic exercises, the system itself can learn it, and then feedback the experience value to Song Qingshu.
In other words.
Today's Song Qingshu does not need to learn, just inform the system of the exercises he wants to learn.
Then, it is only a matter of time before Song Qingshu learns this technique.
With Song Qingshu's words fall.
The system in Song Qingshu's mind rang out with the friction of mechanical gears.
"Ding, the system is learning Soul Surgery, and the learning progress is 10%. Please be patient."
"Ding, the system is learning Soul Surgery, and the learning progress is 20%. Please be patient."
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"Ding, congratulations to the host, I have completed my study of Soul Surgery, and my level is now small."
Hearing this, Song Qingshu's mouth smiled even more.
Chapter 421
"Ding, the system prompts that the soul-killing technique has already been learned, should you continue to learn other techniques?"
Hear the words.
Song Qingshu lowered his eyebrows slightly, looking at the calm soul among the golden balls of light he held in his hands.
"Since I am ready to give you a good gift, I can't lose my hospitality."
"Continue studying!"
Song Qingshu raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and spoke to the system.
With Song Qingshu's words fall.
In Song Qingshu's mind, the sound of rotating and grinding mechanical gears suddenly sounded.
"Ding, the system is learning the glass shattering soul technique, and the learning progress is 10%. Please wait patiently."
"Ding, the system is learning Soul Thousand Blade Technique, and the learning progress is 10%. Please wait patiently."
"Ding, the system is learning the soul silver needle technique, the learning progress is 10%, please wait patiently."
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"Ding, the system is learning the glass shattering soul technique, and the learning progress is 99%. Please wait patiently."
"Ding, the system is learning the Soul Thousand Blade Technique, and the learning progress is 99%. Please wait patiently."
"Ding, the system is learning the soul silver needle technique, and the learning progress is 99%. Please wait patiently."
As the system's prompt sounds kept ringing in Song Qingshu's mind.
In Song Qingshu's mind, more and more Yuanshen exercises suddenly appeared.
So that Song Qingshu's originally not weak soul power became stronger.
Speaking of learning these kinds of exercises, it sounds like very troublesome.
But in fact, it took Song Qingshu less than half an hour to learn these exercises in the real world.
Feel the countless techniques and words surging into my mind.
Song Qingshu suddenly felt some pain in his forehead.
It's like being squeezed into countless pieces of pig iron in his mind.
Although this feeling is quite uncomfortable.
But compared to Song Qingshu's discomfort when he was learning the Four Methods of Kunyi, the pain at this time was simply not worth mentioning.
So Song Qingshu just blinked, and the pain in his brain was burned out like a puff of smoke.
"are you ready?"
After a long silence, Song Qingshu condensed his gaze into the soul of the golden light ball in his hand again, smiled and opened his lips.
"What are you ready?"
Yuan Ling in the golden ball listened to Song Qingshu's laughter, opening her lips in surprise.
"Be prepared to join me with everything you know."
"For example, where are you from."
"What is the relationship between Mo Yejia and you?"
Song Qingshu smiled coldly and released his palm, causing the Yuan Ling in the golden ball of light to soar into the blue sky.
"silly!"
"As long as your realm has not reached the transforming god realm, how can it cause any harm to my soul?"
The golden Yuan Ling floated up and down in the void before Song Qing wrote, speaking indifferently.
Hear the words.
Song Qingshu directly closed his eyebrows and stopped talking nonsense with this golden soul.
Then, in the depths of Song Qingshu's mind, a powerful spiritual force surged.
Then Song Qingshu's spiritual power turned into a sharp blade shining with cold light.
A sharp blade of nothingness swept across the sky.
Stabbed into the golden ball of light like a flash of lightning.
"It doesn't make sense."
Golden Yuanling raised his eyebrows teasingly in the ball of light, opening his lips and saying.
Song Qingshu was still indifferent and speechless, indulging his spiritual power across the golden soul.
Brush it.
The pants on Yuan Ling's legs turned into rags.
Then countless thin red lines appeared on his legs, and golden blood flowed out of them.
Pieces of flesh and blood flew out from Yuan Ling's legs like flying flowers in the sky.Then white bones appeared on his thigh.
"Say?"
Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked at Yuan Ling whose face was pale due to pain, and said with a very unscrupulous smile.
"Huh! How is this possible? Why do I feel pain? And what about my thigh, can't he recover?!"
Yuan Ling took a deep breath and cried in Song Qingshu's ear in a nearly wailing tone.
This is obviously not the answer Song Qingshu wanted.
So Song Qingshu closed his eyebrows again, and then interrogated the weak golden soul.
The spiritual power of Song Qingshu turned into a spring breeze.
There are some invisible blades in the subtle spring breeze.
The spring breeze hit the body of that soul.
So the flesh and blood on Yuan Ling's body fluttered away from his body like a butterfly, and after a while, bones gradually appeared in his chest.
Yuan Ling, who received this torture, looked extremely pale.
It's like a holy snowfield after a heavy snowfall.
Yuan Ling's eyebrows twitched constantly because of pain.
Because of the indescribable pain acting on him, his expression seemed to be crying, and it seemed to be laughing.
His lips moved slightly, as if to say something.
But after a squirming of his lips, he was bitten and closed again by his yellowed teeth, and refused to make a sound.
Upon seeing this, Song Qingshu knew that he was only one step away from the information he wanted.
"well!"
After Song Qingshu smiled and spoke, the invisible force outside the golden ball of light continued to wreak havoc.
So the flesh and blood on Yuan Ling's body continued to be peeled off like fallen leaves.
Senran white bones gradually appeared in Yuan Ling's body, and the blood flowing in his body gradually became less.
The worst punishment Song Qingshu can think of is undoubtedly Ling Chi.
And the golden Yuan Lingxi who had just tried to kill Song Qingshu was like those criminals who were extremely sinful.
Withstanding the strength of Song Qingshu's spirit, he was enjoying the most painful torture that Song Qingshu could think of.
After a while.
The flesh of the golden soul had been removed, and the blood had flowed cleanly.
Under this endless pain, his consciousness was as bloody as his body, if it weren't for his teeth to tighten his lips.
I'm afraid there must be a sour scream echoing above the silent sky.
But at this time, there was not even a slight noise from the sky above the sky, and the silence of this kind was even more extremely disturbing.
"Go ahead, you can't bear it for long."
Song Qingshu watched the golden Yuanling fainting several times, and said indifferently.
Golden Yuanling's eyes were dimmed to the extreme, like a candle that could be extinguished in the wind at any time.
But the light that flashed from his eyes from time to time made it look like fireflies floating at night by the old tomb covered with moss.
The faint is very frail.
If they were replaced by ordinary people and suffered such severe punishment, they would have already died at this time.
It's a pity that the realm of this soul has already surpassed the realm of transforming gods. As long as it doesn't suffer a devastating blow, it will always be immortal.
This is a good thing because it is still alive.
This is also a kind of sorrow, because you can feel this pain because you are alive.
"Why would you do this!"
"Obviously the information from my mouth is not necessarily accurate and reliable!"
"Why didn't you kill me?"
Yuan Ling howled in pain.
Song Qingshu was slightly silent, and only after a long time did he speak:
"Because you offended me."