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The first Shenguan is an important town.

It is full of rivers and rivers and gathers talents from all walks of life. From here, you can enter the customs and climb the fairyland to move on.

"Heroic battlefield?"

"It looks like it's another good opportunity to sharpen one's own cultivation."

Song Qingshu thought about the reminder deep in his mind, smiled slightly, opened his lips and walked in the gate of the first god pass.

The first sacred pass is extremely majestic, the city is about ten thousand feet high, straight into the sky.

On its city gate, there is a reminder carved by ancient characters:

"The only way to enter the city is to step through the city gate down-to-earth, and those who follow are not allowed to die!"

Although Song Qingshu didn't think what would happen if he flew into the city gate, he still walked through the city gate after thinking about it.

After all, there are some taboos, it is better to be less provoked.

Shenguan is magnificent, even one of its gates has at least thousands of kilometers away.

There are naturally many strong men walking in the city gate, Song Qingshu has seen at least thousands of peerless strong men along the way.

Some of these peerless masters have the respect of the emperor, and some have the power of the devil.

Among the thousands of people, there has never been a mediocre one, each is an extremely powerful opponent, and even a few people are actually more terrifying than one of Shen Tiejiu's nine riders.

These people have different appearances, but they all have one thing in common.

That is that these thousands of people have never walked side by side.

The shortest distance among these monks is also a few dozen steps away.

Everyone dared not let others get too close, and the weaker stood aside with a cold face.

The stronger one was stuck slowly in the middle of the road, filled with a powerful fighting spirit, not allowing anyone weaker than himself to walk in front of him.

In front of Song Qingshu, there was also such a road blockage.

Hundreds of feet away in front of Song Qingshu, there was a good-looking Taoist woman who rode eight-winged Tianpeng slowly to the front of the main road.

From time to time, he also made a mockery to shake the moral heart of other competitors.

have to say.

That Taoist aunt is indeed very powerful. From time to time, there is great energy overflowing from her body, and the people who are pressed will suffocate.

The Sifang monks couldn't bear such a terrifying vitality pressure, and went backwards one after another, making way for the Taoist aunt.

After a rustling sound, everyone in this area retreated.

A triumphant smile suddenly appeared on Tao Aunt's face, enjoying the feeling of being looked up at by other powerful men.

"A good dog is not in the way!"

Just when the Taoist closed her eyes to enjoy.

Song Qingshu did not know when he appeared behind her, and while heading towards the city gate, he cursed at the Taoist aunt who stood in front of him.

Daogu turned her head, her beautiful eyes were full of cold light:

"Who is presumptuous!"

Song Qingshu stood proudly and looked at Taoist aunt:

"Your grandpa Song!"

Chapter 552

"Who is presumptuous?"

"Your grandpa Song!"

Song Qingshu said this.

There was an uproar among the monks in the gate of Tongtaxiong City.

Notice.

Although this Taoist aunt is only a female generation, her cultivation is extremely profound.

Regardless of other things, the eight-winged Tianpeng under her body now possesses the three-tier supreme strength of the God Transformation Realm, which is even more powerful than some of the powerhouses in the city gate.

In this way, it is not difficult to figure out what kind of cultivation the Taoist aunt has.

Even if she hadn't reached the level of Heavenly Mighty Demon Lord, she would not be much weaker.

Exist like this.

No one wants to provoke for no reason and attract a great enemy for himself.

However, Song Qingshu was not the case, and the outlet recognized her as a granddaughter, taking advantage of this Taoist aunt.

"Now that the cultivation base of the meditation monk has reached the threshold of the sixth peak of the transformation of the gods, it is extremely powerful, in front of her, how can you speak nonsense..."

"It is said that she has also suppressed the cultivation base, and her true strength should have reached the peak of the God Transformation Realm. Such a terrifying character, killing a half-step Transition God Realm is like killing a dog.

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense! Although the meditation monk is strong, this man has just smashed the Song Qingshu of the Mighty Demon Shadow!"

"He is Song Qingshu?!"

...

During the confrontation between Song Qingshu and the monk Jingxin.

The monks who were blocked behind the two of them started to discuss.

The discussion was loud and small. Some were really just discussing, while some were extraordinarily pungent.

However, no matter how it was discussed, the protagonists in the city gate at this time were still the meditation monk and Song Qingshu.

Others can only become green leaves.

The cultivator Jingxin looked at Song Qingshu's face, and Jiaohao's face showed a trace of surprise.

Then the astonishment turned into a smile on her face for an instant, and she asked, "Friends of Taoism, the little girl has nothing to offend, why are you so vulgar, and you startled Chad to frighten people."

These words are finished.

The smile on the face of the meditation monk suddenly increased, and it was extremely brilliant.

And behind the bright smile.

There was an extremely lofty and charming aura quietly emerging, sneaking into the void, and then tightly surrounding Song Qingshu in it.

This enchanting breath was acquired by the meditation monk after spending the first half of his life in the red dust.

Although this charm is not lethal.

But it can change the mind and thoughts of others invisibly, and even make them a slave, at the mercy of the meditating monk.

Previously, the meditation monk used this charm aura to confuse Shen Tiejiu and accelerate the contradiction between Shen Tiejiu and Song Qingshu.

After successfully releasing this charm, the seemingly harmless smile on the corner of the monk's mouth was instantly contaminated with a hint of playfulness.

"Oh, only since I learned this trick, I have never missed it."

"Don't kneel down and kowtow?"

The meditation monk looked at Song Qingshu and murmured with a smile, his face changed in an instant, and he shouted at Song Qingshu.

However, after a long time.

Song Qingshu still stood silently, looking at the meditation monk extremely calmly, without a trace of ecstasy in his eyes.

"Frustrated? No, it's impossible! He is nothing more than half-step divine scum."

One thought ends here.

The meditation monk's face was extremely solemn, and he waved the whisk in his hand and lashed at Song Qingshu: "Bastard thing! Do people like dogs dare to look at me?"

The dust flew into the air and turned into a handful of Milky Way, carrying the power of the stars towards Song Qingshu, like a starry universe falling down, the momentum was huge and shocking.

"A dog-like person, worthy to live? Send you to the west!"

In front of the galaxy.

Song Qingshu raised his sword eyebrows, simply opened his palms, and grasped one of them. Then Song Qingshu's palm was thunderous, extinguishing the majestic Milky Way.

After breaking the Milky Way, Song Qingshu looked at the meditation monk and shouted.

Hum!

With Song Qingshu's lips and words, the heaven and earth in the city gate trembled uncontrollably.

An uncontrollable scream came from everyone's ears, and everyone puckered their eyes tightly and covered their ears with their hands.

boom!

Song Qingshu's loud shout reached the ears of the meditation monk, and it turned into a dull explosion like winter thunder.

First, he would drink the sea of ​​consciousness of the meditation monk to pieces, and kill his soul personality.

"Yeah!"

Feel the danger coming from the soul.

The meditation monk gave a strange cry and vomited a mouthful of blood, soaking the gown on his chest.

Apart from vomiting blood, the meditation monk also used supreme perseverance to forcefully set his own divine consciousness and soul that was about to collapse.

"I'm not dead yet, you seem to be a master."

Song Qingshu looked at the meditation monk whose chest was full of blood, smiled slightly, and opened his lips.

"how can that be?!"

"You should be my servant now. How could you still attack me?"

The meditation monk took a deep breath and yelled at Song Qingshu while adjusting the turbulence in his body.

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu shrugged with disdain:

"Even your botched tricks want to work for me? Ridiculous."

Hear the words.

The eyes of the meditation monk were cold.

Roar!

Under the meditation monk, the eight-winged Tianpeng god was majestic and majestic. The avenue was radiant and dazzling. Finally, it turned into a flash of lightning and killed Song Qingshu. The eight-winged Tianpeng unfolded its overwhelming pair of giants. Wings, probing claws that are tougher than iron.

The sharp claws flashed with extremely sharp cold light, grabbing at Song Qingshu's body, trying to tear Song Qingshu directly.

"But a little chicken dare to be arrogant?"

"Soldiers, come with guns."

Facing the eight-winged Tianpeng who could slaughter the power of the gods, Song Qingshu gave a cold smile, and then read the word battle.

Then in the void appeared a full body of pitch black, only a pale golden spear was engraved on the tip of the gun.

Song Qingshu opened his palm, grasping one of them, and then Song Qingshu's torso did not move, but his right hand held a spear and stabbed the eight-winged Tianpeng indifferently.

Fantastic speed.

Song Qingshu's shot was so fast.

Faster than everyone's eyes, undetectable.

Faster than everyone's reaction, unable to sense.

Whoops.

A straight, pitch-black lightning pierced the void, and there was a rain of blood splashing in the void, and there were plumes withered.

The eight-winged peng bird with the triple strength of the God Transformation Realm only had time to let out a short but rapid wailing.

Song Qingshu was indifferent like an Asura God of War, and a shot that seemed to be stabbed at random directly penetrated the head of Eight-winged Tianpeng, killing him on the spot.

Eight-winged Tianpeng's blood flowed down the barrel of that dark gun, shockingly shocking.