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Among the ancient scrolls, there is still a powerful magical array of the gods, and the six-layer powerhouse of the god-transforming realm killed by the white-clothed monk turned into blood in countless magical arrays.

"Stupid immortal climber! I don't care what your background is, I am not afraid! Those false names can't keep you today."

"Tell you, if I want to kill you, then I have the means!"

The white-clothed monk sneered coldly, and shot a spell in his right hand, retracting the scroll of several meters long and shrunk it to more than one meter long.

Then the monk in white called for a breeze and spread the scroll in the wind in front of him, where the scene was clearly visible.

The white-clothed monk lowered his head and looked down at this ancient picture, and every word in his words was full of mockery.

He raised his finger, pointed at Song Qingshu who was in the ancient scroll on the scroll, and said with a smile: "The immortal climber, the ant is the ant, how can Yinghuo compete with Haoyue?"

"But don't be afraid. Soon I will urge the power of heaven in the ancient scrolls, and you will be free in just a moment!"

Stop talking.

The green veins on the right arm of the white-clothed monk bulged like a dragon.

The wild beasts in the picture roared and rushed towards Song Qingshu, crushing the mountains.

The sky full of thunder and fire appeared in the picture scroll, the void was torn apart, and the space was burnt and shaken.

call out!

There was a violent sound of space being torn apart.

The countless arrays in the ancient scroll shot out a number of clear rays of light, and shot straight at Song Qingshu.

The power that far surpassed the five-level realm of the god of transformation appeared in the picture scroll.

And Song Qingshu's figure appeared extremely small in the thunder and fire.

But no matter how small.

Song Qingshu's figure still stood proudly, as straight as a swift arrow flying in the sky.

The beast from the broken mountain can't make its brows frowned even for an instant.

Whether it's the thunder and fire, or the sky is clear.

Between Song Qingshu's thoughts, those things instantly became ridiculous to the extreme.

"Sacred Art of Controlling Soldiers! Soldiers are decided."

Song Qingshu put his hands behind his back, his face was indifferent, but there were some waves in his heart.

And following this sentence silently in Song Qingshu's heart.

The rules of the world in this ancient scroll began to collapse.

The ancient wild beasts were wiped out in a breeze, and the sky thunder and fire drifted away with the clear light of the ten thousand formations.

At this time, the white-clothed monk was still deeply trapped in the joy that the ancient scroll sealed Song Qingshu.

He had never thought that his ancient scrolls could not even the power of Song Qingshu's thoughts.

"The ants of the Nascent Soul Realm are the ants. What if you bring along the name of a fairy climber? But that's all!"

The white-clothed monk dissipated the breeze, holding the Ligutu in his hands and placing it in front of him.

The monk in white watched the avenue scenery inside the scroll very carefully.

The word cruel was written all over his face.

A cold light flashed between his white teeth, and then the white monk murmured with a slight smile of contempt.

It is not waiting for the white monk to put away his picture scroll.

In the ears of the white-clothed monk, there was an indifferent and proud voice from the ancient scrolls: "Don't be too happy!"

A word fell.

The paper from the Ancient Scrolls was torn and shattered with a soft sound.

Then a big foot stepped out of it, and before Song Qingshu was absorbed by the ancient scroll, he maintained his original posture.

Say stepping on your face, then step on your face.

There is nothing to say about this, as long as the strength is strong enough, it can be groundbreaking.

Song Qingshu really wouldn't be more reluctant to take care of the trivial matter of others' dignity.

So in the next instant.

Song Qingshu lifted the sole of his foot, sturdy foot, and stepped on the face of the frightened monk in white.

puff!

"Ah!"

The monk in white is like a King Kong.

But in front of Song Qingshu's flying kick.

The white monk's diamond-like body is softer and more delicate than tofu.

With a pop.

The sounds of the white monk's cracked bones and splashes of blood came out in harmony!

Song Qingshu just recited a thought in the ancient scroll, but he didn't expect the ancient picture to be torn apart.

In just a moment.

The ancient scroll that had just attempted to block Song Qingshu was rotted and mottled, and the holy glow of the body disappeared.

At this time, the monk in white had no time to feel distressed about how his ancient scroll had changed.

Because he only felt that the sharp pain on his face penetrated the bone marrow, and the muddy tears flowed.

The monk in white knew that the bridge of his nose must have been broken, the bones of his cheeks had shattered, and his entire face had become more deformed.

Song Qingshu was in this position when he entered the ancient scroll.

But he was still in this position when he came out, so Song Qingshu happened to step on the face of the monk in white who was holding the ancient scroll and looking up.

The one that Song Qingshu stepped on was called a solid, as if Song Qingshu's feet were growing on the face of the monk in white.

The black intestines of the monk in white are all regretful.

Because of his chic posture holding the ancient scroll just now, no matter how he seemed to be rushing to let Song Qingshu step on him.

One thought ends here.

The monk in white was almost mad with anger.

The monk in white wanted to roar in anger.

But he couldn't shout out.

Because there is a big foot from Song Qingshu stuck on his face.

Song Qingshu dropped his feet and sealed the entire face of the monk in white. The blood splashed with holy golden light was terrible.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho! You are looking for death! Immortal climber, I'm angry, go to death!"

In the constant struggle of the white monk.

In the end, he finally got rid of the big foot that Song Qingshu had printed on his face, and roared wildly.

The face of the monk in white was completely invisible, completely rotten, his voice trembled, and he screamed.

At this point, the white-clothed monk was completely angry. He tore his body as a human body, revealing a golden crow figure measuring several hundred feet.

It began to become completely mad, its wings trembling, tens of thousands of golden feathers sang in the air, condensed into a holy sword, and the void was smashed to pieces.

"What does it matter to me that you are angry?"

Song Qingshu smiled lightly and let out a breath of life, shattering the tens of thousands of holy swords in the sky.

Chapter 498

The white-clothed monk watched Song Qingshu's sacred sword that he had transformed with his vitality, his golden eyes shrank, "I am the holy beast Golden Crow, the demon phoenix, the immortal of the human race, and I will report my name!"

Song Qing wrote without expression:

"The one who killed you!"

That's it in one word.

The thunder shining at Song Qingshu's feet, shattered the void and strode towards the demon phoenix.

One thousandth of the time it takes to blink an eye flows away.

Song Qingshu had already arrived in front of Yaofeng, and watched the ugly-faced Yaofeng outrageously.

There are nine kinds of glow in Song Qingshu's palm, and the Nine and Nine Tribulations implied it.

"boom!"

Yao Feng shouted angrily, raising his right palm full of flames and banging against Song Qingshu.

A violent sound made the sky within a thousand miles of earthquake turbulent.

The starlight stopped flowing, and the river changed its course.

After one palm, Song Qingshu went backwards seven steps suddenly, and Yaofeng went backwards three steps.

However, Song Qingshu's face was slightly smiling.

The demon phoenix of the five-level peak powerhouse in the transformation of the gods vomited a very bright blood.

"I don't want to die, ah!"

The demon phoenix roared loudly, wiped off the blood from his mouth, and shot with all his strength.

As the demon phoenix uttered a long howl, its body was full of flames, and the laws of heaven were endless.

Every ray of heavenly law turned into billions of divine light penetrating Song Qingshu.

"Life and death are not only up to fate, but up to me!"

Song Qingshu sneered coldly, then sneered.

In a flash.

Song Qingshu's eyes were filled with the gloom of Heavenly Tribulation Thunder.

With a bang, there were visions of thunder everywhere in front of him and behind him.

In Song Qingshu several times through thunder robbery.

He had already comprehended the laws of Heavenly Dao's Thunder, and had learned thousands of visions.

Now, facing the powerful demon phoenix, Song Qingshu showed his vision for the first time.

The thunder gluttonous barked behind his back.

The white tiger splits into the air, blowing four strong winds.

The blue dragon rolled, and the thunder struck the sky.

Suzaku flapped its wings, and the void was full of sacred fire.

The basalt whispers, and the stomach is indestructible.

Then the thunder vision on Song Qingshu's body merged briefly, and the 100,000 holy sword emitted from Yaofeng's body was smashed with a rumble.

Crushing the infinite principles flowing through the demon phoenix sent an all-round counterattack against it.

What thunderbolt descended from nine days, the thunder sea appeared Qingfeng, or the vast sea of ​​thunder, the sea of ​​thousands of thunder mountains and so on.

Countless thunder visions appeared behind Song Qingshu, and then they condensed together, nothing but killing!

Song Qing's writing color was indifferent like ice, and he gently stepped out with a firm foot.

It was so sturdy that the Demon Phoenix stepped into the turbulent Thunder Sea of ​​Heaven's Tribulation, and there was a puff from it.

Then half of Yaofeng's body began to bleed, and the steel-like body threatened to shatter first.

The demon phoenix let out a violent scream, and raised his palm in anger.

Song Qingshu sneered coldly, and then went on to wave the Thunder Palm of Heaven Tribulation.