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When this strange beast roared, it gave Song Qingshu more oppression, as if several mountains were pressing against him.

Song Qingshu frowned in disgust.

And the Yuanshen villain sitting at the back of Song Qingshu's mud palace stepped out of Song Qingshu's eyebrows, and sat on Song Qingshu's forehead so cleverly.

"Kaiyue Muntjac..."

The primordial villain of Song Qingshu sat cross-legged on the ground, reciting the Sutra of Saving People.

Then the runes engraved on Song Qingshu's Yuanshen villain began to flash and glow, bright and beautiful.

The rules of the great road fell on Song Qingshu's side, dispelling the tremor in the sea of ​​knowledge of Song Qingshu.

"How did I know? Haha."

"Tell you, as long as I want to know about this world, nothing can escape my mind."

Song Qingshu looked at the strange beast coldly, with a smile rising from the corner of his mouth, joking and provocative in the smile.

"Humph!"

After listening to Song Qingshu's words, the strange beast roared coldly above the sky, and the void shattered.

"Since you said you know everything, then I want to ask you, have you ever thought about how you died!"

Stop talking.

This strange beast opened its hundred-foot-wide blood mouth below the sky and flew towards Song Qingshu.

Wow!

There was some fire in his blood mouth, like magma, white smoke billowing, the high temperature on it distorted the void before it rolled down fiercely.

Looking at the big mouth of the blood basin of hundreds of meters and the white smoke of billowing magma.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Although it seems that this billowing fire is just this strange beast doing it at will.

But Song Qingshu knew that all the heavenly fires could kill a god-transforming power at will.

It looks like the black corpse just killed by Song Qingshu.

I'm afraid it won't be able to hold it even for a moment in front of the fire, and it will be digested and dissolved in an instant.

But in front of Tianhuo, Song Qingshu felt a little tricky, but he never backed away from panic.

There is no other reason.

It was just because Song Qingshu's body was burned and tempered by the thunder and earth fire for an unknown quantity.

Can easily extinguish the flames of the powerhouse of the gods, but not necessarily able to win Song Qingshu.

Thinking so.

Song Qingshu directly rushed into the sacred flame that was sprayed by the strange beast, without fear, let alone retreating.

"kill!"

Song Qingshu raised his sword eyebrows, and with a loud shout, he retreated the flames in the sky in front of him.

Then Song Qingshu suddenly raised his right palm, condensing it with the thunder and heavenly calamity.

boom!

With the sound of thunder.

Song Qingshu's right fist collided fiercely with the head of the alien beast that was ten thousand times harder than fine iron, igniting a dazzling flame between each other.

Then Song Qingshu and that strange beast flew upside down at the same time.

Song Qingshu's body hit a bone mountain, and the thousand-foot-high bone mountain shattered into powder in an instant.

The alien beast that turned to death slammed into the vast ground, and the vast ground composed of thousands of bones sank thousands of feet deep in a moment.

A duel between the strong.

It is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Sometimes the duel can't decide the high or low for ten or eight years.

But sometimes you can die in a flash.

And that momentary opportunity.

Fleeting.

But now is the opportunity!

Song Qingshu slapped the ground angrily with his backhand, and his figure shot out like a thunder.

On the occasion of a rush.

Song Qingshu pulled out the broken sword stuck in his waist at a fantastic speed, and slashed five swords at the strange beast.

Five simple swords.

But each carries the aura of Kun that looks similar but completely different.

A sword is a mountain, heavy to the space of the earthquake.

A sword is the sea, so agile that no trace can be found.

A sword is zealous, so rigid that he can't move.

One is fog, ethereal to agile and illusory.

One sword is earth, thick and boundless.

Mountain, sea, ze, fog, soil.

Kun Yi's five swords turned into a sword in the void.

Heaven trembled, everything in the world seemed to cease to exist.

This is the strongest sword Song Qingshu has currently mastered.

He was full of hope for this sword, so he used it as a supplementary sword.

Song Qingshu hoped that this sword would be enough to kill the gods!

Wow!

Song Qingshu's sword slashed in the pit of the sea of ​​bones.

So the pit, thousands of miles wide, split in half.

So the boundless sea of ​​bones split in half.

So this piece of bone world split into two halves.

Song Qingshu's sword never opened the sky, but it also opened the ground.

"Roar!"

Just when Song Qingshu cut out this sword.

Half of the strange beast in the deep pit was chopped in half.

The scream was spit out from the mouth of the strange beast.

"you are dead!"

Song Qingshu looked at this strange beast coldly, smiled coldly, and said indifferently.

"Do you think that if you slash me, how can you win me?"

"Song Qingshu, don't underestimate me!"

Roar.

There were countless surgings from this strange beast that made Song Qingshu feel a powerful death spirit.

The terrible breath of death tightly wrapped Song Qingshu, treating its remnant body.

The breath of death oscillated in this void, and the trembling Bone Realm was about to collapse.

Chapter 472

"Should not be vitality? How could it be lifeless?"

Song Qingshu looked at the lifelessness lingering around the monster, and he couldn't help frowning in doubt, and opened his lips in complete confusion.

The great breath of this world is an incomplete breath of life.

Heaven is still lacking.

However, the monster that had been transformed from death had duel against Song Qingshu with this incomplete breath of life.

So although the laws of this world are incomplete, they are also extremely powerful.

At the very least, it's not under the words of this strange beast to crush the strongest person in the gods.

However, Song Qingshu was surprised.

Now there is no law of life full of majestic vitality that surrounds this alien beast.

But it is extremely dark, and when it moves, it will fall away with the breath of death of others.

Moreover, that intense will of death not only didn't swallow the body of this alien beast, but continued to heal its flesh.

Even if Song Qingshu just cut off half of this strange beast's body with a sword.

But under the treatment of death breath.

The body of this strange beast actually grew back alive, and its body was stronger than before.

"Little guy, do you know that things are going to be the opposite?"

"I have been cultivating in the sea of ​​bones for thousands of years, and I have long realized the meaning of death in the breath of life, and now I am reborn from the ashes! You must die!"

The strange beast looked at Song Qingshu who was surprised and frowned on the sky, laughed, and roared arrogantly.

"Things are reversed, and fullness is full?"

Song Qingshu murmured, looking at this strange beast with anticipation in her eyes.

Boom!

Just when Song Qingshu's eyes condensed on this strange beast.

The strange beast had already stepped into the void and flew towards Song Qingshu.

There was a dull sound in the air, the sound of the air being crushed by an alien beast.

"Roar! Sun Luo will die!"

The strange beast raised his head, and a black mist was conceived in his mouth.

Then the black mist was spit out, shattered into a void, and fell like a bolt of lightning at Song Qingshu.

"Heavenly Tribulation Town Demon!"

Facing this black mist that can easily slay the powerhouse of the gods.

The thunder flashed on Song Qingshu's left palm, and it shot out against the black mist with a powerful force.

boom!

A shocking thunder was dragged by Song Qingshu's palm, and it smashed into the black mist after a flutter in the sky.

Pop!Huh huh!

The thunder and the black mist collided, and there was a deafening noise between the two, and the bright brilliance flashed.

"Tian Lei masculine, is the nemesis of all turbid things, you are dead, I am afraid I can't help it."

Song Qingshu watched as the black fog melted rapidly in the thunder, and said with a satisfied smile.

The alien beast transformed from death smiled indifferently:

"Death can't help you, what about vitality?"

With the voice of the alien beast fell.