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The river of energy in the cornucopia was heavily concentrated on Song Qingshu.

So Song Qingshu's body uttered a very loud violent sound, like a dull Donglei.

Like the rapids of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River hitting a rock standing in the river.

In an instant.

The white cyclone in Song Qingshu's belly felt a faint pain.

This is a reminder and warning that the white cyclone cannot hold so much energy.

Under the impact of such a huge energy, Song Qingshu couldn't help but pale and frowned.

However, he was still holding on, running the golden core with all his strength, desperately absorbing the oncoming energy.

puff!

puff!

puff!

As Song Qingshu continued to absorb energy greedily.

Suddenly, there were a few crisp cracking sounds inside him.

Every sound is extremely pleasing, Ling Ling and simply.

But these sounds were extremely terrifying to Song Qingshu.

Because this is the sound of his meridians being broken...

Chapter 427

Absorbing energy until the tendons and veins break, the situation is naturally extremely bad.

Notice.

As Song Qingshu continued to grow stronger and stronger, all of his muscles and bones became as tough as steel bars.

Even Song Qingshu forcibly resisted Mo Xiejia's blow.

His bones may be shattered, but his veins will not be broken.

Now his muscles and veins have broken down every inch, which is undoubtedly the red light of the body's energy being too abundant.

"Huh... following the 36th week of the dantian, luck is in the three points of Houweilu, Jiaji, and Yuzhen..."

"Between exhalation and Sanda..."

After Song Qingshu's body veins were burst several by energy.

What he was thinking for the first time was not that he was flustered and at a loss, but that he silently praised the Taoist mentality in the Taiqing Yuanying Gong.

As Song Qingshu kept murmuring.

The violent and slightly out of control energy in Song Qingshu's body suddenly became obedient.

The few mantras uttered by Song Qingshu are like whip hands driving a horse.

Under a whip from the whip hand.

The energy fluctuations in Song Qingshu's body just now.

It's like changing from an unruly bison into an obedient southern goat.

Although the amount of energy is still huge to be difficult to count.

But the river of its energy is already controllable.

At the very least, in addition to the energy-absorbing river, it would no longer harm the veins in Song Qingshu's body.

"Emperor Infinity's Taiqing Yuanying Gong is really interesting, just a few words, can it have such a magical effect?"

Song Qingshu felt the orderly vitality river flowing quietly in his body, and murmured after a chuckle.

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu kept his mind and mind together, letting go of his thoughts, thinking about nothing or reading anything.

He just allowed his body to automatically consume the huge energy emanating from the cornucopia.

So unconsciously.

The white cyclone in Song Qingshu's belly became bigger and bigger.

And the smooth golden pill in his belly has become extremely beautiful.

It is as beautiful as blue and white porcelain in a kiln waiting for rain.

It feels as if one more glance will stain this artwork.

However, Song Qingshu knew nothing and wanted nothing.

In his opinion, he was just sitting here, and then ignored other things.

Under the practice of keeping one mind with one mind, clear mind and clear state.

Song Qingshu did not waste even a trace of energy in the cornucopia.

Nearly 100% of the energy fluctuations in the cornucopia were absorbed into the body.

The first day passed quietly after Song Qingshu's mind was guarded.

Then came two days.

Three days.

To seven days.

...

Three months have passed.

During these three months, Song Qingshu in the cave never opened his eyes even for a moment.

So he was full of dust and cobwebs.

A few mushrooms sporadically grew on the pondering land under his feet.

But Song Qingshu's temperament became more and more quiet and lofty.

It's like an immortal who strayed into the world.

Even if his hair is full of spider silk, his robe is full of dust.

But he appeared to be so detached from the world, so the muddy matter on his body took on a little sacred meaning.

Three months later.

There were more and more muddy things on Song Qingshu.

But his temperament became more detached.

With the two offset, Song Qingshu's temperament is more elegant and aloof than it was three months ago.

I do not know how long it has been.

There was a click in Song Qingshu's belly.

Then the sand-sized golden pellets disappeared in the abdomen.

When the golden core reappeared, it had already come to Song Qingshu's middle palace realm, trembling gently as if it was alive.

Jin Dan's breathing between heaving and vomiting was longer than when it was in Song Qingshu's belly.

After a trembling, Jin Dan fell asleep like a tired baby.

So far.

The energy of the countless spirit stones in the cornucopia just happened to be completely absorbed by Song Qingshu, and there was no more than a trace.

"This is the Nascent Soul Realm?"

Song Qingshu opened his eyes, his black pupils were as deep as a universe.

Then Song Qingshu got up and stood, squeezed his fist, and murmured in a calm and joyful mood.

Song Qingshu's clear eyes lightly glanced at the cave wall.

puff!

The cave wall flew away like dust, and the sky was full of dust.

Song Qingshu put away the cornucopia and walked out of the cave.

Song Qingshu raised his foot and deliberately stepped hard on the mountain below his foot.

boom!

The thousands of feet high mountain peak was broken by Song Qingshu's foot, and the rock fell from the mountain.

"what!"

Song Qingshu pulled out the purple blood soft sword that had long been broken behind him, and cut it forward.

So a white sword energy of thousands of feet slashed towards the other mountains in front of him.

With a few muffled noises.

The mountains in front of him were not cut off by the waist, but directly crushed into powder fly ash by the power of sword energy.

"Ha...hahaha!"

When Song Qingshu looked at the countless mountains shattered in front of him, he first chuckled, then laughed arrogantly.

Laughing with Song Qingshu's voice.

For a while, the space where Song Qingshu was standing seemed to be shaken and uneasy.

The sound wave traveled thousands of miles away with the shaking space, extremely heroic.

Rumbling.

Just when Song Qingshu was ecstatic for stepping into the first stage of Yuan Ying.

Above Song Qingshu's head, a dull thundercloud was condensed.

In the thundercloud, there was endless thunder light shining, and the winter thunder was shaking in the Shen Yun.

"I have just stepped into the realm of Nascent Soul, will I be able to usher in the two-color catastrophe?"

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at the red and blue thunder in the thundercloud, with a disdainful smile murmured.

Ordinary tribulation, as long as the monk's performance is too outstanding, then it is possible to encounter it at any time on the road of cultivation.

But these two colors of heaven.

Song Qingshu clearly remembered that this was a catastrophe that a monk could only encounter when he stepped into the fifth layer of Yuanying from the fourth layer of Yuanying.

but now.

Song Qingshu had just stepped into Yuanying First Heavy, and he met this day.

Playing cards like this is probably a way of showing dissatisfaction with Song Qingshu's cultivation speed in this world.

One thought ends here.

Song Qingshu didn't dodge or dodge, he flew straight into the sky, and after a while he got into the thundercloud.

boom!

The two-color thundercloud seemed to be conscious.

After Song Qingshu got into the thundercloud, it felt like it was provoked.

Suddenly, the sky was full of thunder, half of the sky was red, and half of the sky was filled with blue.

A series of buckets of thunder, like a series of thunder dragons, struck Song Qingshu.

There was a soft sound.

The robe on Song Qingshu's body was powdered by thunder.

The hissing of thunder lingered beside Song Qingshu.