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The silver-white battle armor that had just been shining brightly dimmed a lot in an instant.

The little old man changed his color in amazement, and for a moment he was so scared that he couldn't even speak.

The fact that the Great Avenue God Armor was defeated really hit him too much.

Because he never thought that an outsider might be able to attack the product of indestructible technology and road.

"Why is your physical body so terrifying, even stronger than that of the God Transforming Realm, and you are already approaching the Divine Light Realm?"

The little old man looked at the big hole in the silver-white mecha and couldn't help but yell.

In the history of the immortal world.Only the existence whose physical strength has reached the realm of Divine Light can crack the Dao Divine Armor with bare hands.

But now Song Qingshu has not yet become a powerhouse of the gods, he has such a mighty power, so terrifying, it really makes the little old man unable to believe it.

Chapter 503

"The climber! Is it possible that you really dare to kill me?"

"My eternal family is the first family of the Immortal Realm, so there are so many strong people in the family."

"If you really kill me, you will definitely face the monstrous anger of my eternal family. At that time..."

The little old man hiding in the silver-white mecha tried his best to contend with Song Qingshu, while constantly threatening Song Qingshu with words.

But he was only halfway through.

Song Qingshu's extremely indifferent voice already echoed in the old man's mind.

"At that time, I will definitely be worse than dead, and you still have to cramp me?"

"These lines are so old-fashioned, can you change one?"

Song Qingshu sneered, disdainfully said.

Then in Song Qingshu's right palm, there were nine colors of Xia Guang shining endlessly.

With a bang, Song Qingshu's Nine-Nine Heavens Tribulation had already brazenly photographed the little old man, and the thunder glow spread all over the silver mecha.

Song Qingshu never keeps his hands every time he makes a shot, Gu has the terrifying power of breaking the sky of the stars every time he makes a shot.

He is not an eternal family who is not afraid of this world. As the saying goes, the strong dragon does not crush the snake, Song Qingshu has no reason to provoke it.

He just knows very well.

This little old man's action against him must not be the intention of the Patriarch of the Eternal Family, but a personal decision.

If the Eternal Patriarch really wants to do something to him, then why send only a steward?

He could call out all the mechas in his home and surround Song Qingshu without risking even bit by bit.

It is precisely this point that is clearly recognized.

Song Qingshu only dared to take a full blow every time he made his move, vowing to kill this little old man in his palm.

"Bastard, it's just a foreign ant, who dare to be disrespectful to me, I will kill you!"

The silver mecha slammed a fist and forcibly blasted Song Qingshu's Nine and Nine Tribulations with the few remaining principles on the mecha.

call out!

Song Qingshu's stone armor turned into an afterimage, and along with the Nine and Nine Tribulations, it struck in front of the silver armor.

With the silver mecha shattered nine days of calamity.

Song Qingshu's figure appeared in an electric glow, terrifying.

"you dare!"

The little old man felt Song Qingshu's intention, and his voice, hiding in the silver armor, couldn't help but tremble.

Moments of crisis.

The roar in the little old man's mouth seemed extremely funny, just like a cry for mercy.

Song Qingshu was still indifferent and speechless, he thought about using actions to prove whether he dared or not.

So Song Qingshu waved his hand to interrupt the sword, and the sword gas chopped out a hundred feet of white gas in the air.

Swipe it.

The sword power of the broken sword directly crossed the little old man's mecha, and almost cut the little old man hiding in the mecha into two.

"Falling glow!"

The little old man felt that the mecha was on the verge of being shattered, and hurriedly tried his best, with all the remaining energy of the energy furnace, sending out a full blow that was comparable to the six-layer powerhouse of the gods.

"The cornucopia, guard."

Song Qingshu looked at the oncoming Dao Xia Guang and murmured without changing his face.

Following Song Qingshu's whisper.

The whole body of the cornucopia that has been quietly present in Song Qingshu's left palm exudes a very powerful light.

After that, a profound and ethereal aura shrouded in the void within a few feet of Song Qing's body.

There was a loud bang, and the void suddenly shattered and shattered.

And the colorful glow from the Great Avenue God Armor hit heavily into the void several feet away from Song Qingshu, and could no longer enter half a minute.

"Come!"

Song Qingshu watched staying in front of him, smiled coldly, and then spoke softly.

Grunt.

The colorful glow that the God Armor of the Great Dao shoots out with all its strength immediately dissipated and turned into one of the nutrients of the cornucopia.

"how can that be!"

The little old man watched the colorful glow dissipate in front of Song Qingshu, and his voice was already shaking uncontrollably.

Song Qingshu's face was indifferent, and he let out a breath of life.

The breath of life rolled around in the void, and finally transformed into a flood dragon, roaring and rushing towards the silver mecha.

The little old man has lost his mind at this time, and Song Qingshu has given him too much blow, making him unable to regain the courage to fight Song Qingshu.

In front of Song Qingshu's life dragon.

The little old man even forgot to roar, so he raised his fists in panic.

"Roar!"

The Jiaolong roared and rushed to the Dao God Armor with a punch, and in an instant, it shattered half of the armor.

As the battle armor shattered, sparks shot out from various Dao inscriptions.

A plume of white smoke rose from the armor, and this avenue god armor was completely scrapped, and it could no longer be effective in combat.

Upon seeing this, the little old man regretted only wanting to kill him.

He really underestimated the enemy, so he wanted to catch Song Qingshu to see his master alone.

Now that the task has not been completed, he has already destroyed an extremely precious Dao God Armor.

The loss can only be said to be incalculable.

But now is not the time when he can hesitate to feel distressed and upset, no matter when, the dog's life matters.

"Wait for me!"

At this point, the little old man screamed out of the mecha, tearing open the void to escape.

But Song Qingshu didn't make a move, as soon as he made a move, he must be clean.

By now.

How could Song Qingshu feel soft and give him a chance to escape?

This little old man repeatedly insulted Song Qingshu, and regarded Song Qingshu as a pig or dog.

Now Song Qingshu has exposed his strength even more, shattering a mecha of the Eternal Family, and the Eternal Family will not easily let him go.

Even considering this point, Song Qingshu will definitely kill this little old man, and will never leave alive.

One thought ends here.

The thunder arc at Song Qingshu's feet kept shining, and the white mist kept rising around him.

There was a boom.

Song Qingshu's figure shattered out of the void, so fast that Song Qingshu turned into a floating light, and in a flash, he grabbed the little old man in his hand.

The figure of the little old man who was about to disperse in the void was once again held by Song Qingshu.

His face was horrified. It should be understood that he is an eight-fold strong Yuan Ying, two small levels higher than Song Qingshu's realm.

But now he was caught by Song Qingshu like a little chicken. He was hard to move, unable to move.

"Immortal climber, I was wrong. I was wrong. Please let me die. I will never dare anymore."

"If you are willing to let me go, I can give you endless benefits so that you will not regret releasing me."

At the juncture of life and death, the little old man was completely softened, his face was extremely pale, no longer his previous arrogant look.

Looking at the begging look on the little old man's face.

Song Qingshu sneered coldly.

Immediately Song Qingshu gave his right palm.

There was only a soft sound.

Song Qingshu directly grabbed the head of the little old man, and blood gurgled from the broken neck.

Chapter 504

When the ascetics reach a certain level, the matter of Shouyuan can no longer influence the life and death of the ascetics.

At least for this little old man now, death is really not such a simple thing.

After his head was screwed off by Song Qingshu, the primordial spirit in his body quietly separated, trying to sneak away quietly without annoying the fierce god in front of him.

"Can you leave now?"

Song Qingshu opened his right palm, and a strong suction came out of his palm, pulling out the soul of this little old man from the void, "Climb the immortal, stop and stop, I am a creature in this world, you killed me and It doesn't make sense."

"Furthermore, I am the first steward of the eternal family, and I have an extremely noble status. If you kill me like this, then it will be a big trouble for you!"

The little old man's primordial spirit struggled with understanding in Song Qingshu's right palm, yelling in horror.

People are about to die, and now this little old man no longer has the power of the beginning, his voice is stern, and it sounds pitiful.

"When you did it to me, why didn't you realize that you would be in great trouble?"

Song Qingshu looked cold, smiled indifferently, and then lifted his foot down, as if he had stepped on a watermelon.

Stepped on the head of the little old man into a pool of plasma, killing the old man's body completely.

"Don't underestimate me! Anyway, I am also the supreme master of Yuanying Bazhong, the immortal climber!"

Stop talking.

There was an infinite dazzling light above the little old man's soul.

And the vitality of the world around the little old man's body kept pouring into his soul.

All of a sudden.

The golden soul villain gradually bulged like a balloon, and huge energy was about to burst out of his body.

The primordial spirit of the eightfold realm of the primordial infant blew himself up, and the power it produced could destroy a small world at every turn.

Unless Song Qingshu has reached the realm of transforming gods, facing such an impact, he still has to take it seriously.

"Soldiers!"

A moment before the little old man’s soul blew himself up.