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Song Qingshu returned to reality, and the Lingyu engraved with an inexplicable atmosphere in his hand shattered into the fire.

It turned into ashes and was swept away by the breeze.

"You are obviously a climber, how can you become one of the challenges of the great world?"

Song Qingshu looked at Yaofeng coldly and said.

"Anyone who is ascending to an immortal, whose performance is amazing, will definitely never know that he was locked in a world during a certain ascent."

"Then the immortal climber will be treated as a great challenge for other immortal climbers to chase and kill. Only after defeating a hundred immortal climbers can he continue on the road to climb the immortal!"

Yaofeng thought about the secret book of Dengxian he had seen in the Golden Crow Empire, and said with open lips.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu could not help but nodded.

This Dengxian Road is really more dangerous than what I thought at the beginning.

There will be battles between every climber, and the road to Dengxian is a bloody Buddha road.

Only the person with the most terrifying mind and the most extraordinary strength can reach the top and win a place among the proud sons of the eternal sky.

"Even so, you deserve to die today."

Song Qingshu's face was indifferent, unmoved, a holy spear condensed from thunderous breath appeared in his hand.

The holy spear picked up the demon phoenix that had suffered severe damage, and nailed the nine golden crow prince in midair.

The holy blood of the Golden Crow was dripping down the holy spear, and the demon phoenix was extremely terrified. This man like a god and demon made him shiver.

"Don't kill me, I beg you don't kill me! Save my life..."

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Song Qingshu shot coldly and ruthlessly, tearing the demon phoenix into the air, letting the holy blood spray wildly, Song Qingshu was bathed in blood.

Chapter 500

Song Qingshu looked at the holy demon blood bathed all over him, and smiled disapprovingly.

On the roads, the bones are dense, and one person aspires to the top of the world, while tens of thousands of people lie down for a million miles, and the blood is boundless.

This truth, even if it is understood by those who have just come into contact with the Taoism, it is impossible to forget it.

So even though Song Qingshu tore the nine princes of the Golden Crow Empire to pieces, he never felt even a trace of fear.

"If I don't kill people, people kill me."

Song Qingshu reduced the chuckle on his face and murmured indifferently.

Immediately, the viscosity trembled in Song Qingshu's body.

There was a soft sound.

The blood on Song Qingshu's body shattered into a mist of blood floating in the sky.

An unremarkable star's radiance fell to the nine heavens, and it hit Song Qingshu's chest.

"Ding, the system prompts that the number of stars on the host is increased by one, and the progress of the ascent is now 3%."

Song Qingshu listened to the system's prompt and nodded secretly.

Then Song Qingshu tore open the door of space around him, intending to seize the time to step into other worlds and quickly gather the hundred stars on his chest.

Just when Song Qingshu had torn open the door of space.

The system prompt sounded quickly in Song Qingshu's ear again:

"Ding, the system prompts that there is an ambush in the void. The person who came is a one-yuan infant eight-fold powerhouse. Please be careful with the host."

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but frowned.

He knew that the system in his mind was excellent, so it had never provided Song Qingshu with unwanted information.

Nowadays, even if the person ambushing in the void is a triple powerhouse in the Transcendent God Realm, the system shouldn't make a fuss to remind oneself.

Just a cultivator in the Eighth Layer of Nascent Soul, could the system pay attention to it?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

In front of the strong anxiety in his heart, Song Qingshu waved his sleeves to seal the turbulent space, and turned to look at the void reminded by the system.

Even if there was no one thing in that space, the breeze can travel without worry, and the dew can drip naturally.

However, when Song Qingshu looked at the void, he was also very alert.

This is not a cultivating skill, but Song Qingshu is now psychic with six senses and possesses extremely strong predictive ability.

"come out!"

Song Qingshu shouted angrily, and the thunder was rolling in the sky above the sky, and a bucket of thunder as thick as a bucket fell towards the void.

"Hehe, you deserve to be the immortal powerhouse who forcibly survived the nine-ninth calamity. I can hide this pattern from the sky, so I can't hide you?"

When the thunder struck the void.

The void suddenly shattered and exploded, and the thunder was swallowed.

And a thin old man gently stepped out of the void.

Although the little old man looked short and dry in the eyes of ordinary people, he was full of energy.

Especially his eyes are as bright as two unextinguishable lights, making it difficult for ordinary people to look squarely.

On this little old man's body was a metal armor that was as black as ink, and the armor shone brightly, which was very dazzling in the sky.

"Who are you, why are you lying in ambush here, and how do you know that I have survived the Nine and Nine Tribulations?"

Song Qingshu put his hand behind him, opened his lips and asked in a deep voice, staring at the person indifferently like ice.

The little old man smiled, shrugged, and said with a chuckle indifferently: "How powerful is the product of the combination of my immortal world technology and the Dao? How can an ordinary concubine like you who only know how to cultivate?"

"Don't talk nonsense, since you found your whereabouts, then I'll just say it, I want your blood."

When he said these words, the silver pupils of the little old man had thousands of divine light flowing naturally, calm and calm.

Then the little old man waved his sleeves, and a stone chair appeared in the bamboo forest. He walked over and sat down on his own.

Song Qingshu frowned at the words of the little old man.

"The Immortal Realm? Combining technology with the road, you want my blood?"

"who are you?"

After Song Qingshu pondered for a long time, he still didn't come up with a reason, and then Song Qingshu released his hands behind his back and looked at the little old man and shouted angrily.

The little old man smiled coldly:

"The first family of the immortal world, the chief steward of the eternal family!"

Although the little old man had a proud face when he said this, Song Qingshu still had a dumb face.

"System, analyze the specific conditions of this world, including the so-called eternal family, and the martial arts methods that people in this world are good at."

Song Qingshu looked at the proud little old man, and spoke indifferently to the system in his mind.

The sound of mechanical gears rang continuously in Song Qingshu's ears: "Ding, the system prompts that it is analyzing several questions raised by the scanning host. The analysis is progressing at 5% and there are too many tasks. Please wait patiently for the host. "

"Ding, the system prompts that it is analyzing several questions raised by the scanning host. The analysis progress is 10%, and there are too many tasks. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that it is analyzing several questions raised by the scanning host. The analysis progress is 15%. There are too many tasks. Please the host wait patiently."

...

Just as Song Qingshu listened to the system prompts in his mind one after another.

The little old man looked at Song Qingshu with a calm face, thinking that Song Qingshu hadn't recognized reality, and then sneered and opened his lips.

The voice of the little old man did not match his figure, it was very penetrating, and it buzzed like a bronze bell in Song Qingshu's ears: "Kneel here, my family master has the heart to cherish talents, and point you to a light Big road."

"Although it is really dirty to be an outsider like you, since my Patriarch is willing to take you as a slave, you should be grateful!"

As an original inhabitant of the Immortal Realm, this old man of the Yuanying Eightfold Realm despised Song Qingshu very much.

Although he also realized that Song Qingshu's strength might be far better than him, but this little old man did not forget to humiliate Song Qingshu with words.

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu's expression became colder than Frost. He stared at the little old man indifferently, and said with open lips: "I understand the rules on the road of ascending to immortals. Those who climb to the immortals must not slaughter the original inhabitants with wisdom, otherwise other climbers will gather to kill them. ."

"But if you keep talking nonsense, even if I'm an enemy in the world, you should die!"

Stop talking.

Song Qingshu then gave a cold snort.

boom.

The stone chair under the little old man's buttocks was violently shattered into dust, and some stone chips pierced into his butt, causing him to scream again and again.

"Ding, the system prompts that it is analyzing several questions raised by the scanning host. The analysis progress is 90%, and there are too many tasks. Please the host to wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that it is analyzing several questions raised by the scanning host. The analysis progress is 99%. There are too many tasks. Please the host wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the scan was successful. Now enter all the intelligence of this world into the host's mind."

When Song Qingshu was fighting fiercely with the little old man, all the information about the immortal world flooded into Song Qingshu's mind.

Chapter 501 Fighting Mecha

The Immortal Realm is a very famous realm in the Great Northern World, well-known for its organic combination of science and technology and avenues.

But it's because of too much emphasis on technology.

The average basic cultivation level of the people of the immortal world has reached the Jin Dan realm.

Compared with other monastic countries that are well-known in the Great Thousand Worlds, it can be said that it is not a level worse.

However, due to the most unique battle sacred weapon in the immortal world, the god armor of the road is superbly powerful.

After countless springs and autumns, the immortal world still occupies an extremely important position in the northern world.

This is also an important reason why Immortal Realm scorns foreign monks like Song Qingshu.

In addition to these basic information about the immortal world, the system in Song Qingshu's mind also interpreted the so-called Dao Shenjia for Song Qingshu in detail.

of course.

When the seemingly cumbersome information was actually input into Song Qingshu's mind, it only took a moment.

Only a moment has passed.

The light in Song Qingshu's eyes dimmed.

However, the confidence in his eyes became more and more conspicuous.

"You said you want me to be your servant?"

"Hahaha, old fellow, are you still awake?"

Song Qingshu walked to the little old man, his eyes returned to indifference, and he looked at the little old man with open lips and said.

The little old man patted the stone chips on his butt, looked at Song Qingshu, and opened his lips viciously and shouted: "But a foreign monk! I am a dog from the immortal world, let alone a slave now. Identity, you are not grateful!"

"If you don't want to be a slave, just kneel down and learn how to bark twice and let you be the housekeeper."

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu was extremely angry and laughed. There was an extremely powerful aura in the laughter, and the space quivered: "Hahaha, what an immortal world, then I have to see, the name of the immortal world, is it true? ."

"Why, do you still want to destroy our immortal world?"

The silver pupil of the little old man shot out an extremely powerful brilliance, and then he opened his lips and said lightly.

"Little guy, it's a good thing to be ambitious, but the mouth is too dirty."

"People like you will never receive the welcome of the immortal world. In other words, people like you die the fastest. I think you might not see the sun tomorrow morning!"

The old man's silver pupil lightly closed, and said with a vicious smile.