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After that loud noise.

Several divine beasts flew out from the depths of the giant gate of the Thunder Temple.

There was a cyan true dragon dancing horizontally, a red fairy phoenix spreading its wings, a silver white tiger pounced, and an emerald green basalt head held high.

They roared, rushing from the hall after stepping through the void, as if from the lower realm of the gods, it was extremely shocking.

Upon seeing this.

Song Qingshu couldn't help being taken aback.

Obviously, during the scan just now, he only saw a powerful man in the temple.

But just when the door was opened, the powerful man never appeared, but suddenly rushed out such four powerful creatures.

And they all have half-step god-defying combat power, which is comparable to those with a golden body and the old man riding a bull.

Their power was terrifying and monstrous, crowded the entrance of the hall, blocking the way Song Qingshu entered the hall.

"Those who stand against me will kill me without mercy!"

Song Qingshu looked at the four beasts, still proud, and shouted indifferently.

Chapter 462: Battle of the Temple

A sky fire fell from the vast sky, and the red vermilion bird flapped its wings, and the scream was about to break through the nine days.

A bolt of thunder came with destruction from the depths of the Nine Nether, the cyan flying dragon roared, and the roar shattered the space.

A violent wind surged from the mouth of the silver white tiger, with supreme killing.

A shower of rain broke through the sky under Xuanwu's thought, and a drop of water turned into a fairy sword.

So there were countless fairy swords stabbing Song Qingshu!

Song Qingshu stood in the sky, and under the thunder, violent storms lay beside him.

However, Song Qingshu still stood proudly, his expression indifferent, and there was never a slight wave between his eyebrows.

He just clenched his fists and waved Heavenly Tribulation Palm and Broken Sword.

So the sky fire and thunder dissipated in the sky, and the gust of wind and torrential rain were extinguished and no longer found.

The cyan real dragon groaned, and the howling trembled in nine days.

Red Suzaku nirvana, fire feathers crack the sky.

The silver white tiger roared, and the strong wind shattered rivers and mountains.

The basaltic imperial wind collided, and its mighty star ruined the moon.

These kinds of creatures were culled together, and for a while, such a scene was extremely shocking.

Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu, these four are all legendary beasts.

It was extinct in the monastic world and was invisible, but now they all turned into the guardian beasts of the Thunder Temple and descended in front of Song Qingshu.

The atmosphere of the avenue is surging here, so this place is full of weather, and there is aura before Song Qing's writing.

The four sacred beasts roared and slaughtered in front of Song Qingshu with infinite power.

An auspicious light radiated from the Thunder Temple.

Xiangguang enveloped the place where Song Qingshu stood, but Song Qingshu still stood proudly, without a trace of worry in his eyes.

So Song Qingshu didn't look like a besieged person, but like a tour of the lower realm of the Emperor of Heaven, and the four beasts were like his pets.

This scene is like a myth, anyone who sees it will be shocked.

Even if the Lord of Samsara saw this scene, I am afraid that he was too scared to speak.

"Those who do not return, kill!"

Song Qingshu let out a violent cry, and the heavenly calamity was looming in the left palm, and the sword shone cold in the right palm. Although the four beasts were extremely powerful, they seemed to have come out of a myth book.

But Song Qingshu didn't believe what kind of beast and fairy was in front of him.

At best, it is only the brand of the strong in which world.

If it was a real beast, Song Qingshu still couldn't compete.

But the system warning did not sound, so Song Qingshu thought.

In a battle with the four mythical beasts, you will win!

Song Qingshu shouted violently, one of which was all kinds of lore.

The thunder arc gleamed under his feet, and the white mist around his body was rising, and his figure disappeared into the void like an afterimage.

In the face of the four great beasts, Song Qingshu did not dare to have any reservations.

So all of a sudden, Song Qingshu mastered all kinds of secret techniques, fighting the four beasts fiercely, the scene was extremely terrifying and bloody.

In the palm of the sky, the thunder flew in all directions, shattering the void, one by one, the tortoise cracks covered the sky.

Every time the thunder roar can make people's soul resonate until it shatters.

The thunder and the real dragon entangled, dancing the sky wind, tearing the universe apart.

Kun's artistic conception turned into five swords of mountains, sea, fog, ze, and earth. The five swords radiated cold light and arranged behind Song Qingshu.

Five swords shot out violently, attacking the Suzaku's feathers like a flash of lightning.

For a moment there was a clanging sound, sparks exploded.

The bright feathers on Suzaku's body kept withering, the wailing sound rang in the sky, and the phoenix blood fell everywhere.

Song Qingshu's indifferent pupils carried the unique khaki of Kunyi Avenue.

An incomparable heavy aura turned into reality in the air, and headed towards the silver white tiger.

The heavy breath in Song Qingshu's eyes kept colliding with that white tiger drama.

The silver white tiger let out a howling tiger, and the two that kept colliding gave out brilliant and dazzling lights.

"roll!"

Song Qingshu smashed the Vermillion Bird, tore the Qinglong, and slaughtered the White Tiger.

The Xuanwu tortoise with its own sacred armor used its extremely strong tortoise to resist Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows, the tiger stared, and after a roar, he waved his palm and patted Xuanwu.

There was a muffled bang.

That can open up the mountains and open the sea, and the unbreakable basalt in armor was directly photographed into mustard powder, floating in the thunder tribulation.

...

This battle with the four mythological beasts is a big battle.

Song Qingshu tried his best to gain the upper hand in this fantastic battle.

Although this battle did not have the ups and downs of Song Qingshu's battle between Zhangliujinshen and the old man riding a bull.

However, the degree of danger is far greater than that of the battle. It is stronger than Song Qingshu, but it is also likely to fall and die at any time.

After the death of the four beasts, the remnants of the four beasts turned into an extremely bright golden streamer, soaking Song Qingshu's body in it.

So Song Qingshu's body was repaired and treated.

His cultivation base became stronger in the bright golden light.

After Song Qingshu finished adjusting his breath, he just started striding forward with the meteor.

After this battle with the four gods, Song Qingshu's troubles became more and more serious.

As Song Qingshu kept strolling in the Thunder Temple, more than these four gods rushed out of the broad palace road.

The disgusting snake rushed towards Song Qingshu in the shadow, his mouth was full of black and foul smell.

It looks like a tiger and is big, and the human face roars at Song Qingshu with thunder and fire.

Kunpeng, who spread his wings for a hundred thousand miles, swept away the heavens and everything with his wings lightly, also appeared in the temple.

The Ten Fiends roared in the shadow of the temple and then pounced on Song Qingshu, terrifying.

The ten gods were majestic and majestic in the glory of the temple, crushing the void and then appeared in front of Song Qingshu.

This scene was so amazing that Song Qingshu couldn't help but wonder whether he had come to the age of myth.

In the Thunder Temple, Song Qingshu saw one kind of strong ancient beast after another.

Suddenly, the roar was continuous, the conquest was continuous, and the wild aura came to Song Qingshu.

"Those who enter the Temple of Thunder, kill without mercy!"

After Song Qingshu waved his palm and killed several fierce beasts.

All the esoteric runes on the wall of the Thunder Temple are emitting a faint glow.

Fluorescence turned into a phantom, there were unknown strong men in strange costumes, and even prehistoric creatures, all manifested in the temple walls together.

Roaring and blasting Song Qingshu over.

At the same time, in the Thunder Palace, a heavenly soldier wearing a Thunder armor rushed towards Song Qingshu.

"Kill without mercy? Extremely stupid, who needs you to save!"

Song Qingshu sneered, and thunder slapped again, the robbery rolled, thunder flashed, and suddenly there were countless casualties.

The heavenly soldiers rode the wild beasts to kill Song Qingshu, and there were waves of solemn voices in the temple.

The cry was like the sound of chanting from before the ages, and Song Qingshu's mind trembled, shaking for a while.

Chapter 463 Thunder Temple collapses

There is a lack of heaven.

Therefore, it is more difficult than ordinary people can imagine to rise from Yuanying 4th to Yuanying 5th.

In the small world where Mo Yejia is located, only a few of the tens of thousands have achieved success.

It can be seen that there is a direct improvement from Yuanying 4th to Yuanying 5th.

In addition to having to be a genius at the peerless level, things like air luck and great opportunity are absolutely indispensable.

The thunder illusion that Song Qingshu is now experiencing.

It is the great luck and great opportunity that countless ascetics yearn for but fear.

As Song Qingshu raised his fist, he shattered the head of the last Heavenly General who was struggling.

The endless golden streamer rushed to Song Qingshu from all sides of the temple like a sea of ​​tide.

Grumbling.

The Yuanshen villain sitting on Song Qingshu's forehead cheered and swallowed the golden streamer of the sky.

Song Qingshu, who was in the golden streamer, seemed to be immersed in a hot spring.

Warm and extremely comfortable.

Following Song Qingshu's primordial spirit villain and his flesh, he continued to absorb the golden streamer of the sky.

He could feel that there was something different about himself, as if somewhere was broken.

Snapped.

A soft noise came from Song Qingshu's body, and an unspeakable force surged over Song Qingshu's body.

And at this time, the system in Song Qingshu's mind also began to make a sound of gears running: "Ding, the system prompts, the host is at the current level, half-step Yuan Ying's five-level realm, and the realm is a bit unstable, and it may fall at any time."

Hear here.

Although the smile at the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth was excited, she was also a little worried.

After all, Song Qingshu had spent a lot of energy to suppress the realm in his body before.