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Boom!

The slap Song Qingshu slapped against Gao Tian violently collided with the overturning seal, and after a muffled noise, it directly slapped the overturned seal.

One after another cracks appeared directly on the sky-shaking seal of the oppressive world!Vaguely as if to break apart.

"What stupid thing did we...do?"

"If time can come back again, I must press my sacred seal on Shen Tiejiu's beasts!"

"Kill me, I won't throw it at this guy..."

Looking at Song Qingshu, the peerless master who holds the Seal of Overturning the Heavens, his heart is frightened. This is the first time he regrets his decision since he cultivated.

Regardless of other things, I can only blame Song Qingshu for being terrible.

"puff."

Song Qingshu crossed the void with a palm.

A powerful sword intent shredded the floating clouds above the sky, and slashed at that peerless strongman.

After a scream.

The lower half of that peerless strong man suddenly turned into a cloud of blood and was completely shattered.

"Ahhhhh! I am the only heir of the Tianyun Sect of the Seven Profound Realm, you can't kill me!"

The peerless strong man screamed sternly, struggling to urge the remaining upper half to flee back, disheveled, and looked panic on his face.

"Seven Profound Realm, Tianyun Sect?"

Song Qingshu heard the begging for mercy from this peerless strong man, and couldn't help frowning, as if lost in thought.

Seeing Song Qingshu fell into deep thought, that peerless strong man thought it was his own background that frightened Song Qingshu, set his figure, and asked in an expectant tone: "What? Do you also know the Seven Profound Realm?"

"If you know it, you know what disaster will happen if you kill me?"

but.

To the surprise of this strong man.

Song Qingshu just nodded directly, smiled and said:

"do not know."

Then he continued to shoot, bending towards the body of that peerless master.

There was a cracking sound.

The wave that Song Qingshu's fingers popped directly cleans the neck of the peerless master.

So the body of that peerless master turned into blood mud, and only one head flew out obliquely.

"Master Shen! Save me!"

That peerless master has a strong desire to survive.

Even though there was only one head left, it flew to Shen Tiejiu's body and shouted at Shen Tiejiu for help.

Shen Tiejiu shook his big hand and took the head of the man in his hand.

puff!

Shen Tiejiu crushed the head together with the soul.

"Fighting until you need to ask for help, so embarrassed, what's the point of keeping you?"

After shaking the brain plasma in his hand with the blood foam.

Shen Tiejiu took a deep look at Song Qingshu. At this time, his eyes no longer had the contempt before, but an extremely solemn expression appeared.

Chapter 538

Song Qingshu at this time, Hutuotuo was a god who slaughtered everywhere.

Song Qingshu's strong shots again and again made Shen Tiejiu, who was so arrogant and arrogant, couldn't help but frowned, wondering if he really provoked a demon king who shouldn't be offended.

"This person is so powerful, he is only half-stepping the gods, it seems that he is a monster who knows how to accumulate."

Standing behind Shen Tiejiu, the scribe, looking at Song Qingshu, who smashed a Panlong directly into pieces, whispered with fear.

The good-looking Taoist aunt waved the whisk, turned her head to look at Shen Tiejiu who was silent, and smiled: "It is said that on the road to Dengxian, Jiuqi is the champion. Today I saw Brother Shen. It is a blessing for the third life of the little girl."

The Taoist girl's face is white and tender, her black hair is simply wrapped behind her, and she is dressed in loose emerald green clothes.

It's okay not to laugh, but when you smile, you have a sense of holiness that is detached and not close to the smell of fireworks in the world.

Shen Tiejiu looked at Taoist aunt, a hint of sorrow appeared in his eyes.

Shen Tiejiu has been away for decades on the road to ascend to immortality. It is not that Shen Tiejiu has never seen a female for decades, but it has been a long time since Shen Tiejiu has seen a woman with supernatural temperament like this aunt.

"Hey, I'm just a rough person, where is it worth what you say about being lucky?"

Shen Tiejiu hugged the Taoist aunt and said with a hearty laugh, while talking.

Shen Tiejiu's eyebrows scanned the curve of the Taoist aunt, extremely trivial.

Daogu is a passenger in the red dust, even though Shen Tiejiu's movements are extremely cautious, how can he hide her from her?

But for some reasons, Taoist aunt was not disgusted by Shen Tiejiu's actions, and even had a hint of joy.

"Brother Shen Guoqian, I saw this poor fellow in the Half-Step Transformation Realm insult you several times. The little girl is really angry, but his strength is limited. I hope Brother Shen will forgive me."

Daogu said here.

Two crystal clear teardrops appeared in her eyes, and the teardrops slid down her cheeks that looked like fat.

With tears falling.

An unspeakable aura quietly emerged from the Taoist aunt, covering Shen Tiejiu, who had a profound cultivation base.

So in Shen Tiejiu's eyes, Daogu's appearance became extremely beautiful.

The beauty was so beautiful that Shen Tiejiu couldn't help but take a breath.

It was so charming that Shen Tiejiu felt that his bones were so soft that he might fall off the old horse at any time.

"Girl, don't take it to heart! It's just a clown, and I will pull her head off now!"

Shen Tiejiu patted his chest, no longer caring about anything, shouting and urging the old horse under him to rush towards Song Qingshu.

"Good means."

The scholar Qingxiu lightly waved the feather fan and praised the Taoist aunt indifferently.

The Taoist aunt closed her eyes and opened.

As a result, her red-stained pupils returned to their initial indifference and ice-like appearance: "It's just a little trick."

"In the beginning, I thought Dengxian Jiuqi was so powerful and detached, but now I look at it, but so, Dengxian all the way, such a mentality, is destined to be used by me."

At this point, the corner of Dao Aunt’s mouth evoked a cold smile, which was a mocking mockery, and also a proud self-joy...

"kill!"

Song Qingshu thought, the villain Yuanshen came out from the body, squeezing the sky thunder fist and killing all directions.

There were three soft sounds.

Three more sage riders fell off their mounts, their souls turned gray and their heads burst.

The vitality of Song Qingshu was surging, rushing to the top of the sky, shaking Xingyu Tianhui tremblingly.

"Yi ......"

A strong man in the God of Transformation, who specializes in Music Avenue, sits crouched on top of the immortal deer, beating the snare drum in his arms while reciting inexplicable mantras.

The snare drum was silent, just making the world tremble slightly.

The mantra is invisible, but it makes the road turbulent.

With a bang, the sky in which Song Qingshu was standing was full of holy Buddhas and gods.

They sat cross-legged in the void, constantly chanting the true meaning of demons, condensing every word into the void, and smashed down at Song Qingshu like a meteor.

"piss off!"

Song Qingshu raised his head to look at the gods and Buddhas in the sky, opened his mouth with a clear whistle, and the voice of scrolling shook the sky.

There was a tremor.

The gods and Buddhas all over the sky died, and the Fa Yan retreated.

The strong man sitting on top of the fairy deer and his mount collapsed together, the blood mist drifted away, and the mountains that rose into the sky thousands of miles away were roared into dust!

Under a whistle, the sky is broken and landslide!

Song Qingshu's roaring sound was cast off continuously, and as it continued to spread, the mountains and valleys became dust all over the sky, all ruined like paper, and there were so many strange beasts that died.

Such a strong Song Qingshu really makes people have to consider a question.

That is, how can we fight this battle?

It is not waiting for them to think about this issue seriously.

Song Qingshu strode forward like a demon lord straddling, and stretched out his hands to tear a few strange beasts into pieces, bloody and shocking.

There was a violent wind blowing in the first sacred pass, blowing Song Qingshu's hair into the sky.

His fighting spirit went to the sky, and standing under the sky, he could be called invincible, unparalleled in the world.

"Why can't you kill him? Is he

God?"

I don't know when.

Someone in the group of sacred horses surrounding Song Qingshu cried out.

Call out with this sound.

Everyone couldn't help fighting in a double-stranded battle, and their faces became pale.

Facing Shura as terrible as Song Qingshu.

They all felt a sense of powerlessness, and their entire bodies couldn't help but tremble uncomfortably. Since the beginning of cultivating, they have never been so scared as they are now.

"puff!"

There was a soft sound, and another blood spattered.

Among the blood blossoms were the white bones of the forest, and another strong man who transformed into a god fell, and the road of cultivation stopped here, unable to make any further progress.

So this powerful person in the gods of transformation had to wailed, and his body and spirit disappeared.

Song Qingshu’s black hair is like a waterfall, and there are endless cold electricity in the depths of his eyes.

That wailing scream could not make Song Qingshu feel ashamed.

After killing a person with a punch.

Song Qingshu threw out his thunderous iron fist again.

After a puff, Song Qingshu once again beat a powerful cultivator of the god-transition realm into a mist of blood, letting it burst into pieces!

Song Qingshu's power was extremely terrifying and shocked the hearts of everyone present.

No matter how terrifying monk you are, how terrible your cultivation base is.

Before Song Qing wrote, all it took was a punch.

With a punch, no matter how terrible it was, the gods, demons and ghosts were all beaten to pieces, and their appearance and spirit were destroyed.

"Do not kill me!"

"I got it wrong! Please don't kill me..."

"what!"

Song Qingshu listened to the screams coming from his ears, but his expression was still indifferent, and between his gestures, his fists kept slamming out.

No matter how others begged for mercy, Song Qingshu's ruthless killing continued.

He is like a tiger breaking into a group of remnant wolves, there must be stumps flying horizontally between the hands and feet.