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"Afraid you won't make it?"

Song Qingshu shouted, with absolute self-confidence, carrying the big dragon sword and rushing towards the phantom of the nine gods of death.

The blue veins on Song Qingshu's right arm exploded, like small blue dragons all over his body.

Immediately, Song Qingshu swept out the sword, and the momentum of the sword was like a sky!

The mighty sword has rolled out thousands of miles long and hundreds of feet wide.

Under a sword.

There were a few screams, which were the wailing of the ghost of death.

Immediately, the phantom of the god of death wrapped in thick black clothes broke open first, then turned into ashes with a scythe, and finally the god of death turned into bones and dissipated in the sky.

Another ultimate move of the god saint was easily broken by Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu's true strength is only the five great states of perfection, but his true strength is far beyond the imagination of others.

Even though the god saint had continuously compressed the realm, she did not know how many times she has re-entered the eighth realm of transforming gods, and has even seen the threshold of the nine realm of transforming gods.

Coupled with the unparalleled killing skills of the gods organization, it is difficult to find its trace.

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This kind of her is just about the same as Song Qingshu's combat strength. If she really fights head-on, Song Qingshu has absolute confidence to kill her.

"Hell Killing Shadows!"

The god saint turned and dived into the more difficult to detect void, her fingers trembling like lotus flowers, emitting a terrible light.

Suddenly, there were a few more wailing sounds in the void.

The three-headed fire dog jumped out of the void howling wolf.

A red flying dragon soared above the sky with lava in the sky.

The Cyclops commanded a group of black iron cavalry armed all over to rush out.

The god saint made only one move.

But it was like taking Song Qingshu to a realm of Asura Purgatory. His strength was so strong that it made people tremble.

"boom"!

Song Qingshu was full of black and white Tai Chi holy light.

Tai Chi holy light shot out in thousands of threads, like thousands of flying swords, in just one stroke, it killed the fire dog and the red flying dragon, and the Cyclops and his cavalry unit became ashes together.

The Tai Chi holy light on Song Qingshu shook again, shattering the various illusions in which the god saint appeared.

Then Song Qingshu turned into Daoguang, increased his speed to the extreme, chased the god saint, and wanted to kill it.

In the sky.

The hell illusion summoned by the god saints only left thirteen black hells that did not disappear, still standing there, without shaking for a moment.

The thirteen black prisons are half real and half illusory, and the gods and saints are haunting them.To fight Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu used the word of war to decisively move against the great killing technique of the god saint, and assassinated each other, each showing the thunder means for an unknown number of rounds.

"Huh, that's not right!"

When Song Qingshu was walking through the thirteen black prisons, he suddenly felt cold, and then couldn't help but startled and muttered aloud.

In these thirteen semi-real black purgatory.

There seemed to be a kind of strange power, like a curse, and like a magic spell, sitting on Song Qingshu's body, making his body heavier and heavier, and it was brought to him like a shackle.

"System, tell me what is going on?"

Song Qingshu summoned the immeasurable divine soldier with the word "army" and smashed toward the purgatory phantom of the sky, while opening his lips to the system deep in his mind.

As Song Qing's words fell, the system prompt sounded:

"Ding, the system prompts that the reason is being analyzed, and the analysis progress is 10%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the reason is being analyzed, and the analysis progress is 20%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the reason is being analyzed, and the analysis progress is 30%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

...

Today, the system in Song Qingshu's mind is already extremely powerful, but after a while, the level of system analysis in his mind is already more than half.

And the secrets of the thirteen black divine prisons that looked terrifying before, gradually became clear in Song Qingshu's mind.

...

"Ding, the system prompts that the reason is being analyzed, and the analysis is progressing ninety-nine percent. Please also the host to wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that the analysis is complete, and the analysis results and coping strategies have been transferred to the host's mind."

Listening to the reminder in his mind, Song Qingshu suddenly understood all the secrets of the Thirteen God Prison.

It turns out that the Hell of the Thirteen Gods is not a pure curse, nor is it a pure magic, but a curse-mixed magical magic.

It can be said to be quite weird and invincible. Even the supreme master who stepped onto the Divine Light Realm would be invincible.

"Thirteen prison breaks! Break me!"

Song Qingshu shouted, his whole body began to bloom again, like a divine flame of black and white.

In front of Song Qingshu's black and white Daoguang, ten thousand laws are not invaded, and it is enough to be called the strongest shield.

Even the extremely strange and mysterious thirteen hells could not cause any obstacle to Song Qingshu.

The divine mind spell that merged with the power of the curse melted away instantly, as if Can Xue met the scorching sun.

"kill!"

Song Qingshu stepped out and approached the god saint, unable to stop, no one could stop!

Chapter 663

"There is a kind, stand up, don't sneak in the shadow corner, it's disgusting!"

On the back of Song Qing's book, a black and white picture of Tai Chi Yin and Yang was born, and the two opposing powers flowed and rotated, sweeping away the magical killing technique mixed with the power of cursing.

Seeing this, the god saint knew that if she had a head-on confrontation with Song Qingshu, she would be torn into pieces.

One thought ends here.

The god saint could not help falling into silence, and only after a long time did she quietly open her lips and said: "I am a woman, where did I get the seed?"

"Furthermore, my god organization is the king in the dark, abandoning my strengths to earn the shortcomings, how stupid?"

The other people standing in the palace world heard this answer from the god saint, they were taken aback for a moment, and then they couldn't help laughing.

Although the answer of the god saint was justified and well-founded, no one could see that she had already raised Song Qingshu's combat effectiveness and was no longer tyrannical.

The horrible strength of Song Qingshu that can push the god saint of a strong life to this step has also given other people a deeper understanding.

The thirteen black gods can no longer hinder Song Qingshu's pace.

But the god saint still has no panic and fear.

Even if the spirit killing technique emanating from the thirteen black gods is broken, the god saint still has the trump card, and the battle intent is still the same, dare to compete with Song Qingshu again: "The gods chain, locks the sky and confines the earth, and is exhausted. , Bound forever!"

The god saint screamed softly in the void, she was still hidden in the black prison, her hands trembling like a lotus flower being blown by the wind, countless beautiful arcs aroused and then fell.

At this time, she was using the weird laws she was good at.

With a humming and trembling, in the sky, thirteen chains shrouded in black mist came out of the black prison and were tied to Song Qingshu's body.

Each chain represents the bondage of a layer of black hell, and the heavy feeling of the thirteen chains seems to crush the blue sky.

Now the thirteen chains are all locked on Song Qingshu's body, this is to completely wipe them out, and the body soul becomes ashes together.

The thirteen chains are formed by the thirteen killing roads, and the roads reach the sky, which coincides with the rules of the heavens.

Even the masters of the Ninth Level Peak Realm of the Transformation God couldn't cut it off, and couldn't break free.

The thirteen black princes were transformed from virtual to reality, suddenly emerged from the depths of the nine-fold void, and arrived here.

"The Chain of Heaven's Path must suppress your eternal life and eternal life here!"

With a soft drink from the god saint, thirteen demon jails higher than a mountain fell together, and thirteen demon jails joined together in the void.

Boom.

After a roar, the thirteen sacred prisons swallowed Song Qingshu directly.

"But with a few broken chains, you dare to lock me? Humph, I don't know what is going on, kill!"

Behind Song Qingshu, there appeared a circle that seemed like a heaven.

The black and white two-color Tai Chi yin and yang picture appears, on which the lunar yin and the sun blend, turn and rush forward, actively sinking into the thirteen purgatory.

With the most pure and terrifying yin and yang, weakened the killing aura of the thirteen purgatory.

"It's not over yet! Soldiers are decided, ten thousand swords move."

Song Qingshu clenched a fist with his right hand and squeezed his left hand into a sword style, roaring in the sky.

At this moment.

Thousands of swords screamed together, and there were sword lights all over the sky. There were thousands of them, all rushing into the black prison.

Song Qingshu used black and white Tai Chi circles to protect the body of the soul, and by the way, he tried to cut the chain of the road.

At the same time, he was madly running the word tactics, turning his murderous aura into a sword light.

"Zheng!"

Among the light trembling of thousands of flying swords, the sound of a sword sound was the most special. It quivered slightly, and it made the sound of spring water ding-dong.

In the palace, several masters followed the light trembling sound of the spring water and looked up. They were taken aback for a moment, and some could not believe their gazes.

They saw the god saint holding her own Devil Slaying Demon Sword and slashing it on her own body, half of her body was chopped off and her head was missing in half.

The brains are scattered in the sky, extremely disgusting.

The blood dripped all over her body, which was shocking.

This strange scene stunned all the masters in the palace world.

Although none of the people here are ordinary people, everyone is unknown, so they don't know what this god saint does.

In panic, the masters who were usually calm and quiet all opened their mouths.

What they were terrified was actually the masterpiece of Song Qingshu Bingjue.

At this moment, Song Qingshu roared, and then struggling to break free, the black and white brilliance spread all over his body.

In the roar, Song Qingshu broke the chains of the thirteen avenues, and continued to use the word soldier to kill the Saint Saint.

"puff"!

There was a muffled noise.

The remaining half of the body of the god saint was also shattered by Song Qingshu's thought, and it was directly turned into a cloud of blood, embarrassed.

"Ah! Song Qingshu, the mountains do not turn, the rivers turn, wait for me!"

The god saint primordial spirit escaped from the broken body, roaring and using the ultimate secret technique of the primordial spirit to escape into the thirteen black prisons that were about to disappear.

"Will you scare me if you want to leave? Humph! Where?"

Having already made a killer move, how could Song Qingshu allow the god saint to leave, striding away.

suddenly.

Just as Song Qingshu was about to trample the god saint to death in one step, a blue cold and faint brilliance pierced over the sky, silently.

When Lan Leng Guanghua approached, the system prompt sounded deep in Song Qingshu's mind: "Ding, the system prompts, the sword light with the intent to kill is coming to the host! Please also the host be careful."

Hear that.

Song Qingshu's body surface suddenly became flaming, and the power of the physical body was instantly called to the extreme, because what he was waiting to face would be a peerless murderous intent!

"Chang!"

There was a sound like iron strike, Song Qingshu leaned over and blocked the sword light with his arm, and the sword light suddenly shattered.