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After grasping the enemy, Song Qingshu's tens of thousands of thunder lights fell on Song Qingshu's body, and the power directly shattered the void, causing Song Qingshu's flesh to be smoked.

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, dissipated the thunder light from the sky, and then slammed out the divine consciousness in the thunder sea, and instantly swept a million miles around his body.

I don't know when a hole was broken in the concealed heavenly gods formation that covered his own heavenly calamity aura, and the person who had just shot himself was shuttled in through that hole.

"I am Song Qingshu, the immortal climber!"

"I don't know where to offend, I want to be so exciting! Come and kill me here!"

Song Qingshu's spiritual thoughts swept over, and found that there were dozens of peerless masters with aura like a dragon in the Void Thunder Shadow.

Everyone has amazing resources, more than a point stronger than the past generations such as meditation monks.

The weakest person has the five-fold strength of the God Transformation Realm, and the strongest has even reached the eighth level of the Transcendent God Realm, and the realm is stable and not vain.

Facing such a group of tigers and wolves.

Even Song Qingshu couldn't help but exclaimed. In addition, Song Qingshu is now in the thunderstorm, and may have a bloody end at any time.

He had to be cautious and minimize his own risks.

Listen to Song Qingshu's question.

Suddenly, the void was no longer as calm as it was before, and there were voices rustling from the silent corners.

There is a sigh, and there is a cold talk.

"A few of us are old people in the First Divine Pass. Because of some things, we missed the last hero battlefield and owed a favor to a junior, so we had to pay back."

"Huh! What are you doing with so much nonsense with him! You guys let me take action, slay him here, return to favor, unhindered, and go to immortals!"

"Hey, fellow Daoists don't be anxious, this Song Qingshu can actually discover the existence of me, the strength is certainly not weak, and it is not an object we can kill at will."

In the riot of a group of people.

There was a six-layer powerhouse in the God Transformation Realm with a unicorn head that shattered the sky and thunder, standing in the middle of the thunder sea, looking at Song Qingshu calmly, muttering and examining him.

Hear the words.

Song Qingshu seems to understand something:

"Qiu Tianyi asked you to come?"

This strong person with a unicorn head is indifferent:

"No, I will wait uninvited to take your head and pay off the favor I waited for."

Hear here.

Song Qingshu directly asked the system to transmit to his mind some things that happened recently about him in the First Divine Pass.

"Ding, the system prompts that it is being transmitted, and the transmission progress is 20%. Please wait patiently for the host."

"Ding, the system prompts that the transmission is in progress, 40% of the transmission progress, please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the transmission is in progress, 80% of the transmission progress, please wait patiently."

...

"Ding, the system prompts that the transmission is complete."

In less than half a breath, the system's prompt sounds have been ringing in his mind one after another.

In an instant, Qiu Tianyi's naming and killing of himself was also brought into his mind by Song Qingshu, and the context was immediately clear.

"In order to repay the favor of Qiu Tianyi, you bother me? Heh, is it possible that you think I can be bullied?"

Song Qingshu understood the purpose of this group of peerless powerhouses in front of him, his face was frosty and coldly said.

Following Song Qingshu's words, there was a murderous aura soaking in the sky of thunder.

The phantom of the heavenly soldiers who came to culling Song Qingshu was slapped by this killing intent into a stream of light and dissipated, and the power of the heavenly thunder was immediately suppressed.

"It's just a weak cultivator who just rushed to the level of Huashen, what kind of score is still put in front of the uncle? I want to kill you, what can you do!"

The monk with a unicorn head has not yet spoken.

From the very beginning, a monk who had spoken coldly to Song Qingshu looked at Song Qingshu and cursed.

This monk has cultivated the pupil technique. His pupils are crystal clear and transparent, and there are inexplicable colorful clouds permeating them. For a while, they are as blood red as the sun, and the other is as blue as the moon.

This shows that although this monk is mad, he really has arrogant capital.

Among the hundred powerhouses on Dengxian Road, he must have his place.

unfortunately.

Rao is such a powerful monk, but in Song Qingshu's eyes, he is still weak.

"But the native dog in the middle stage of the fifth stage of the transformation dare to bark in front of me?"

"Strategy! The Thunder God Soldier!"

Song Qingshu looked at the monk with brilliant double pupils, coldly shouted, and then made a decisive move with the word of war, and with this, the nine-nine-day thunder that permeated all around turned into a god general.

The god general was radiant and brilliant, and the thunder armor he wore almost made the void tremble and cry.

The thunder spear in his hand pointed directly at the monk who practiced the double-pupil tactics, and then roared his hand. After smashing the nine days of the void, he turned to thunder and slaughtered the cultivator of the double-pupil tactics.

With Song Qingshu's ups and downs in the catastrophe, time and experience increased.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this Heavenly Tribulation, which looked like a scourge, became a weapon of Song Qingshu.

"Lazi dare!"

The cultivator who had achieved the pupil technique looked at the Thunder Heavenly General who had come to kill him, glared at Song Qingshu, and after a violent shout, his pupils burst into infinite light.

Boom boom boom!

There have been several shocks and fluctuations in the thunder, and the monks who have cultivated the vision pupil method and the thunder fighters who Song Qingshu randomly imitated are inseparable.

"Wanhua kills!"

After Li Ha finished the roar, Chan released a dazzling brilliance in the eyes of the monk who specializes in pupil light, and blasted towards the Thunder God General who was flying towards him.

"kill!"

There was a roar from the Thunder God General's throat, and then he vigorously waved the Thunder sharp spear and stabbed the monk fiercely.

With a pop.

The brilliance in the eyes of the monk who specializes in pupils was shattered.

What followed was a sorrowful cry.

The monk's head was stabbed to pieces with a shot, blood splashed to the ground, and the soul was shattered by thunder.

Immediately, the Thunder God will lift the head of the monk to escape, the blood is sprinkled in the thunder sea, and the figure disappears.

The top 100 masters on the road of Dengxian were directly killed by the thundering general who Song Qingshu simulated without even touching a piece of Song Qingshu's clothes.

"This...what kind of method is this..."

"With Caitong's cultivation base, even the powerhouse of the Eighth Layer of the Normal Transformation God can't do anything to him. How can this Thunder God be able to?"

"Qiu Tianyi's task is too difficult, you guys, I'm going one step ahead!"

Seeing Caitong's head splashing blood in the thunder sea, and originally surrounding Song Qingshu, the unkind monks suddenly panicked.

After whispering a few times, some of the cultivators fled through the void, and they did not dare to be enemies with Song Qingshu...

Retreat with one move.

Chapter 578: Zhang Tianqi

Following Song Qingshu's random thoughts, the Thunder God will smash out of the void, and a God Thunder spear pierced the void, pulling out the head of a very powerful monk.

The existence of the Thunder God General made Tianyu tremble, and the group of heroes who were besieging Song Qingshu trembled.

Because he is too terrifying, the phantom that is obviously only transformed by Thunder has the strength to kill the proud son of heaven. This reality makes the group reluctant to believe.

"I just passed by and happened to be onlookers. I hope Brother Dao will not care too much. I will leave now!"

"That's the way it is, that's the way it is, I am really sorry for how much I have been offended."

"Goodbye, goodbye."

Looking at the Thunder God General with his colorful pupil head around Song Qingshu, the onlookers who were originally like a pack of wolves suddenly turned into weak sheep.

After laughing and bowing, they left Song Qing's body one after another.

Song Qingshu coldly watched the fleeing, extremely embarrassed group of heroes, never put them in his eyes, and despised them extremely.

He understood very well that these heroes who had besieged himself came here only for Qiu Tianyi's favor.

One by one, they had their own plans and were not united.

As long as he shows his thunderous strength in front of this mob, then this group of people must be scattered by trees, and not a climate.

So the result now is not what Song Qingshu expected, he hasn't even really made a move, and the strong in front of him have scattered a few people.

Some people are still looking around hesitantly.

Someone has shredded the void, half-footed in the void, and disappeared at any moment.

Therefore, among the few people in front of Song Qingshu, only one was firm in killing Song Qingshu and fearless.

"Why not escape?"

Song Qingshu looked at the monk with a unicorn head in front of him, and asked in surprise.

In front of the monk with a unicorn head, there was a large road filled with mist, blocking Song Qingshu's divine sense from investigating him.

So among so many cultivators, the one that Song Qingshu couldn't see the most was the cultivator with the head and unicorn, so he should be the strongest.

Listening to Song Qingshu's question, the monk with a unicorn head smiled: "Why should I escape?"

Song Qingshu's lips:

"I know that you have the strongest strength and the highest realm among those tiger and wolf cultivators, but you are still not strong enough to kill me."

"What's more, so many people have left, I am you and I will not stay here."

The monk with a unicorn head shrugged:

"My name is Zhang Tianqi, and I am Qiu Tianyi's worshiping brother. I owe him a life and have to take yours back to him."

"Also, how did you know that I could not kill you on the spot?"

That's it in one word.

Zhang Tianqi's killing intent was pervasive around him, and a very strange feeling spread around him, making him extremely powerful and surprising.

The Tongtian Dao eyes between Song Qing's eyebrows and eyebrows suddenly opened, turning into a nine-color brilliance and shining toward Zhang Tianqi, breaking the mist around him.

"The Eighth Layer of the God of Transformation, suppressed once a realm, can fight the peak power of the Nineth Layer of the God of Transformation."

"Is this your hole card?"

Song Qingshu put away the light of Tongtiandao's eyes, coldly raised a smile, and said disdainfully.

"It's useless to say more, Song Qingshu! Just go and die!"

Listening to Song Qingshu's understatement, Zhang Tianqi said his trump card, and for a moment he couldn't help but look solemnly like ice.

There was a loud hum.

In the thunder sea, Zhang Tianqi's body shook, and after a trembling tremor, a brilliant glow suddenly appeared on him.

Xiaguang is full of threads, and after piercing through the visions in the thunder sea, they all shot towards Song Qingshu, as if the ancient emperor came to the world, reappearing the endless power of the world.

As the sunlight spread, a huge blue unicorn suddenly appeared in the thunder sky.

Lan Qilin glowed with great brilliance, mighty and mighty, with a tendency to swallow mountains and rivers with anger!

"The cornucopia, guard."

Song Qingshu punched the gluttonous thunder light like a smashing mountain, and hurriedly dealt with Zhang Tianqi while crossing the robbery, and had to call out a cornucopia to guard him.

Although the gods in the cornucopia are still asleep, this cornucopia is now the most defensive artifact among the god soldiers Song Qingshu possesses.

Even though the gods were still asleep, at this time, the cornucopia was slowly rising and falling in Song Qingshu's body.