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"It seems that as I continue to deepen the world of monasticism, even the heavenly palace has appeared?"

"Then what will appear next? Shouldn't the super-powerful existence in these fantasy novels such as fighting and defeating Buddha also appear?"

Song Qingshu looked at the thunder temple that looked like an ancient heavenly court, raised his eyebrows with interest, and said with great joy.

There are many ancient faults under the Thunder Temple, which looks simple and magnificent.

"System, turn on and scan!"

Song Qingshu frowned unhappy when he looked at the Thunder Temple, which was covered by thousands of mists.

Soon Song Qingshu said to the system in his mind.

With Song Qingshu's order.

The scan in the system was immediately activated, and then the haze suddenly disappeared invisible.

In Song Qingshu's eyes, the layout of the Thunder Temple was extremely magnificent.

The thunder light tiles above the shrine flowed with brilliant luster, as if they were made of divine gold.

It's like a very beautiful glazed tile, very lifelike.

It's so realistic that it doesn't look like lightning.

Song Qingshu jumped, and he came to the Temple of Thunder.

It's amazing.

Song Qingshu obviously stepped on a piece of thunder, but he seemed to be really walking in the ancient heaven.

Not even a trace of thunder arc hurt Song Qingshu's body.

Song Qingshu raised his head to look at the temple of thunder and jade, whose steps resembled white marble, simple and condensed.

The palace road in the temple is wide, and the palace is surrounded by numerous roads and mists.

"Ding, the system prompts that the host is now in a thunder illusion."

Just when Song Qingshu admired this Thunder Temple.

The system prompt sounded again in Song Qingshu's ears.

"Thunder Vision? What does this mean?"

Song Qingshu raised his brows and asked the system questions.

After a little silence.

The prompt sound of the system kept ringing in Song Qingshu's ear:

"In the world of ascetics, the rules of heaven will automatically record images of the strongest in the world."

"And the image imprints of the strongest will all be transferred to various thunder illusions forever."

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu asked excitedly:

"There are the strongest people in all life in the Thunder Vision, then can I compete with them?"

The sound of the system machinery continued to ring non-stop:

"Yes, although the image of every strongest person may not reach the peak period, it must not be weak!"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu's blood could not help but seep.

As a cultivator, Song Qingshu has wanted to see where his bottom line is for countless times.

Confronting masters from all generations is one of the best ways to test one's own cultivation.

One thought ends here.

Song Qingshu spotted a palace and walked away.

He didn't know who would be in the palace, or the image of the strong man in the world.

So Song Qingshu's choice seemed very casual.

So casual as if there were no rules to follow, he just strode forward and kept walking.

It means different from the destruction of Thunder.

When Song Qingshu walked through the palace formed by Thunder, this time he felt very special.

There is no destructive meaning of Thunder.

There is no avenue atmosphere deliberately outlined.

The palace where Song Qingshu was built looks simple and simple, but it has a vaguely suppressive charm.

The glazed tiles on the palace are magnificent in the ordinary, exuding a natural majestic atmosphere.

Song Qingshu stopped in front of a wooden door and pushed the wooden door open without hesitation. The dust on the door was full of dust.

When Song Qingshu just stepped in, a strange voice rang in Song Qingshu's ears.

There was a soft bang, but the trembling Song Qingshu's blood was tumbling, and the soul shook.

Song Qingshuhuo raised his head and looked forward.

There was an old monk in a torn shirt before Song Qing wrote.

The old monk was knocking on a wooden fish, and every time it was struck, there was an extremely terrifying rhythm, and the heart of people resonated and beat, and it would explode at any time.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk was silent for a long time as if he had entered concentration. After Muyu repeatedly knocked for eighty-one times, he let out a long sigh.

Song Qingshu looked at the figure of the old monk and couldn't help being taken aback, even though the figure was extremely vague.

But Song Qingshu could guess that this person must be one of the great figures in Buddhism.

The old monk in ragged clothes is solemn, and there is an unspeakable compassion between his eyes.

He kept beating the wooden fish, and the sound entered people's hearts, making people's souls pulsate and resonate with them.

Song Qingshu frowned, her expression extremely solemn.

He knew that the old monk in front of him was definitely an extremely terrifying existence.

He just knocking on the wooden fish is enough to control the life and death of a person, and the strength of his cultivation is shocking.

Song Qingshu shouted angrily, then raised his fist and waved Heavenly Jie's palm to kill the old monk.

Song Qingshu knew that he had to break this rhythm, or he would have to be led by the old monk.

"Boom!"

An alternative battle occurred in the Thunder Hall.

Chapter 460: Slaughter Palace

boom!

Song Qingshu smashed the wooden fish offensive of the old monk with broken clothes.

The two slapped each other, and after a blast of winter thunder, they retreated sharply.

Song Qingshu stepped heavily on the jade on the cracked floor, and after three steps back, he forcibly stopped his figure.

The old monk in rags retreated more than thirty steps, and finally vomited a mouthful of golden blood before he stopped.

The blood fell on the ground and turned into a burst of electric light.

"Unexpectedly, my first enemy in the Thunder Temple is a monk, dare to ask your Excellency, but Amitabha?"

Song Qingshu looked at the vague old monk in front of him, smiled slightly, and opened his lips.

Amitabha is the most powerful person in Buddhism and Tao, and Nanmo Amitabha is the mantra of the Buddha and Tao in praising the strong.

"Buddha leads to the Buddha and lights the ancient Buddha."

The old monk in rags shook his head, folded his hands to Song Qingshu, and said with great compassion.

There are three Buddhas in Buddhism and Taoism.

In the past, the Buddha was lighting the ancient Buddha, now the Buddha is the Buddha, and the future Buddha is Maitreya.

Each Buddha statue is extremely powerful, and its true strength is comparable to the great emperors in the Tiandi chat group.

Even if the ancient Buddha of Burning Lantern is not as powerful as Amitabha, it is almost the same.

"bring it on."

Thinking that he was confronting one of the three Buddhas, Song Qingshu couldn't help but boiled with blood, smiled slightly, and opened his lips.

Hear the words.

The ancient Buddha of Landeng bowed to Song Qingshu very politely again.

Then he stood up, dropped Muyu, and called Song Qingshu with a purple-gold oil lamp.

In such an instant, the ancient Buddha of Burning Deng lost the compassion of being a Buddhist.

It was replaced by the breath of a slaughter and decisive brave. He was supernatural and brave, just like one of the most terrifying fighting saints!

The purple-gold burning lamp kept booming out an endless flame, and the space almost melted under the flame.

Burning Lantern Ancient Buddha's shot was extremely harsh and sharp.

In just a moment, he had already thrown out more than 80,000 drops of sparks and hit Song Qingshu head on.

Each Mars is enough to destroy a nine-fold Nascent Soul, and it is too powerful to imagine.

"My day, it's good to be compassionate. With such a tight chest, you are still not a monk..."

Song Qingshu looked at the oncoming Mars and couldn't help but feel slander.

Immediately, Song Qingshu used the physical body as the shield and the Yuanshen as the blade, constantly contending against the powerful offensive of the burning lamp ancient Buddha.

While suffering from the pain from the sacred fire, he continued to fight this legendary Buddhist and Taoist powerhouse.

In a short span of time, the two fought more than a thousand times.

The waves are rolling.

The space shuddered.

"dead!"

A lamp fell on Song Qingshu's chest, arousing Song Qingshu's anger.

So Song Qingshu roared like a lion, and shot angrily.

Song Qingshu sticks Kun's artistic conception into the palm of Heavenly Tribulation.

So Song Qingshu slapped his strongest hand with an indescribable sense of speed.

puff.

The head of burning lamp ancient Buddha was directly hit into a blood mist, and his brain splashed all over the hall.

"This is too realistic."

Song Qingshu looked at the golden blood all over the floor and praised it.

Just when Song Qingshu wanted to observe the dead Buddha.

The golden blood all over the ground suddenly turned into a burst of light and invaded Song Qingshu's body.

"Ding, the system prompts that the host is accepting the gift of Thunder Vision."

"If it is cross-legged exercises immediately, it will make the host's self-cultivation more stable and stronger."

Just when Song Qingshu just wanted to force this inexplicable golden streamer out of his body.

The system prompt sounded just right in Song Qingshu's ear, so that Song Qingshu did not miss the opportunity to be moisturized by the golden streamer.

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu hurriedly sat cross-legged.

The breath of the Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth was almost selfless, and every inch of his body was constantly moisturized and grown by the golden streamer.