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The silver-white clock, which was constantly confronting the Hell Terrace, trembled constantly.

The sound waves that could kill the gods shook the void into cracks and faced Song Qingshu.

Any sound wave emitted by the silver-white clock has unknown road laws circulating and shaking.

So even though Song Qingshu had already reached the pinnacle of his realm.

Under this unprovoked and terrifying sound wave, Song Qingshu's battle armor cracked with fine lines after another.

His primordial spirit villain also felt pain and inexplicable irritability during the bell.

"Huh! Disturb my mind? Get out!"

Song Qingshu shook his head suddenly and opened his eyes again.

So the bells lingering in his mind suddenly shattered.

But Song Qingshu just shattered the sound of bells lingering in his head.

The avenue lines above the big silver clock glowed again.

The avenue lines on the big silver clock depict weapons such as tripod, bell, tower, furnace, spear, etc. respectively.

Now under the holy light, all these weapons are turning.

In the constant rotation, these weapons began to split and then the whole group, in the end, these weapons turned into a fairy character to suppress Song Qingshu.

Boom!

As soon as the word came out, the stars in all directions moved, and the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas trembled.

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain frowned and was extremely unhappy.

Song Qingshu's ear drums "buzzed", and the pain in his ears was extremely severe, as if blood would flow from it at any time.

"Flying Pimmachang..."

As the fairy character appeared on the big silver clock, it was as if someone was squatting on the clock in the light.

He was shining brightly all over, closed his eyes and meditated on the teachings of the gods.

So there was a magnificent sound of heaven descending from the silver bell to Song Qingshu, shocking.

The words spoken by the person in the holy light are like knives and sickles, slashing people's souls, and destroying people's souls.

If it is an ordinary monk, even if he reaches the eighth layer of the Nascent Soul, he can't bear it under this divine way.

Because this sacred teaching method is too terrifying, it can almost reach the terrible realm of breaking people's hearts and splitting people's sea of ​​knowledge.

Especially under the embellishment of the waves of bells, this divine Taoism is even more powerful.

Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain had cultivated to be the Emperor Infinite Emperor's Taiqing Yuanying Jue, and the Yuanshen villain had also undergone the baptism of Heavenly Tribulation several times.

In the process of constantly spitting out the sky thunder, the villain of the soul has already been the most perfect temper, so he can withstand the suppression of the gods.

But despite this, Song Qingshu was still affected by the teachings of Shendao.

It was as if there was an eternal fairy soldier suppressing Song Qingshu, making him feel extremely depressed, almost yelling up to the sky.

"Xian? What is fairy?"

"Tao can beget one, one can beget two, who begets everything?"

"What is the end of monasticism, and what are the killings along the way?"

When Song Qingshu tried his best to fight the fairy character.

The person in the Holy Light asked Song Qingshu one after another, and every question was extremely profound.

Every word that was spit out had to kill Song Qingshu's spirit.

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

Under the pressure of the primordial spirit of Xianzi, Song Qingshu's knowledge of the sea was in turbulence.

But he knew that if he didn't do anything, he would fall into the conspiracy of that fairy character.

So Song Qingshu raised a slender palm suitable for holding a sword and slapped forward.

One after another Lei Jie's palm with a sense of dyingness was first overlapped on Song Qingshu's slender palm.

Then it all hit the body of the big silver clock.

Rumble!

Several deafening sounds came from the big silver bell.

Immediately after that, the quaint, yet as firm as the King Kong clock appeared piece after piece of gravure, which were palm marks and fist marks.

"How is this possible? Immortal clock is a low-grade fairy tool, a low-grade fairy tool..."

The eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen looked at the gravures on the immortal clock, shocked.

It should be understood that as long as anything has a relationship with the immortal, it is an extremely tyrannical existence.

The big silver clock is a low-grade immortal implement, so it is extraordinary and almost indestructible.

However, Song Qingshu actually hit it with the strength of Yuan Ying's triple physical body, and it was shocking.

At this point, Song Qingshu's strength exceeded the expectations of everyone in the Yuhua Tianmen at the beginning, and they had to reassess the danger of Song Qingshu!

The body of the big silver clock was hit, and the body was shaken violently, and the rules rippled endlessly.

That is the power of the supreme law, if there are ordinary monks fighting side by side with Song Qingshu at this time, then they will inevitably die from the power of the law.

"kill!"

The fuzzy figure on the big silver clock watched the bell's body being knocked out one after another by Song Qingshu, and couldn't help shouting.

Rumble!

What came from this random killing was the endless killing from above the sky.

The killing light swayed in the sky like the aurora, and then quietly disappeared into the invisible.

The killing all seemed to dissipate, but in fact it became even more terrifying, like an immortal sword piercing Song Qingshu's mind.

Song Qingshu opposed the killing sound above the fairy bell with the profound aura of Kun's artistic conception.

However, the killing words were produced by the immortal tools, and were more suitable for the great road than Song Qingshu's Kunzhi mood.

So Song Qingshu didn't know what to do with this killing all at once.

Just when Song Qingshu desperately resisted the words on the silver bell.

The cornucopia that had been silent for a long time in Song Qingshu's storage bag suddenly emitted a few rays of light.

Immediately, the cornucopia broke free from the shackles of the storage bag and quietly suspended in the sky.

"This is how the same thing?"

Song Qingshu looked at the cornucopia exuding splendor in the air, frowned, and muttered unclearly.

Just when Song Qingshu was puzzled.

The cornucopia body suddenly glowed, and then there was an ancient aura rushing towards Song Qingshu.

This is a sense of vicissitudes that cannot be concealed by history, and there is also a great atmosphere, a kind of ethereal divine sound from the basin body.

"Inferior immortal artifact? It turns into my nourishment!"

The sound of the cornucopia resounded in Song Qingshu's mind.

Chapter 451

There is a fist-sized dent on the cornucopia basin.

So the cornucopia, which is not so pretty, becomes even more ugly and funny.

But this ugly and slightly funny appearance failed to conceal the power of the cornucopia itself.

It is an artifact that has been highlighted by those great emperors in the Tiandi chat group.

So it's obvious.

The cornucopia is not a fairy weapon, but it far exceeds the fairy weapon, it is extremely terrifying!

Probably it was a joy to see the hunt.

So when the big silver clock appeared.

The cornucopia that has been silent for a long time in Song Qingshu's storage bag will appear, staring at the big silver clock with the breath of a superior.

Om...

When the cornucopia appears in the air.

The cornucopia, which had been ferocious before Song Qing wrote, suddenly became extremely coerced.

She trembled constantly, and even a few times the silver clock had to tore through the space and fled.

If it weren't for the eight elders of the Yuhua Tianmen, they kept thinking that Jianbingjue controlled the big silver clock.

I am afraid that the moment the cornucopia appeared, the big silver clock had already left.

"Hehe, it seems that you, the big silver clock, is also a cowardly character."

Song Qingshu looked at the trembling silver big clock, sneered and opened his lips.

While Song Qingshu was talking, he kept squeezing his fist marks and bombarded the bell body.

clang!

clang!

clang!

Several screams accompanied by a little spark came from the big silver clock, and in an instant, the big silver clock sank hundreds of dents.

The phantom sitting on the fairy clock opened his eyes and looked at Song Qingshu and the cornucopia, with indifference in his eyes: "How dare you fight against the gods? Mortals should obediently surrender to the feet of gods like mortals!"

Xu Ying watched Song Qingshu keep shaking his fists, and then shouted in Song Qingshu's ear with a particularly solemn and emotional statement.

"Broad noise!"

Song Qingshu let out a cold voice, and a violent roar, shattering the murmured words in the phantom's mouth.

The cornucopia floated to the top of the sky, facing the silver clock thousands of times the size of itself, emitting infinite glow.

Rumbling.

The sky thunder rolled, all being sucked into the cornucopia.

And the big silver clock couldn't stop trembling, as if it might be sucked into the cornucopia at any time.

"Without assistance, even if it is a fairy, its power will be greatly reduced, let alone you are just a broken copper basin!"

Just when the cornucopia kept shining, as if it was possible to suck the big silver clock into the basin at any time.

There was a loud and hoarse sound, slowly drifting down from the top of the dome.

It resounded through this world, like a god.

Followed by this sound.

It is a golden lightning with the power of supreme rules.

The golden lightning was only the size of a bucket, but when it appeared, the sky seemed to be unable to contain it.

Rumbling.

The void shattered in the golden lightning.

Regardless of the trembling of the heavens in this world, the golden lightning fell heavily on the body of the cornucopia.

There was a loud bang.

The cornucopia was smashed and flew away directly by the huge thunder, and could no longer attract the big silver clock.

Under the huge thunder, the sunken cornucopia became more obvious, with thunder arcs shaking on it.

"Woo...ooh!"

The thundering methods of the eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen have surpassed the strongest methods the world can recognize.