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Song Qingshu resumed his practice after a day off.

Now it is another late night, and the cold moonlight is falling from nine days. Song Qingshu sits in the courtyard, breathing softly, breathing in a spirit of extraordinary dignity, and constantly feeling the natural path.

Its heavenly spirit cover is crystal clear, and its blood qi as thick as a dragon rushes into the sky, attracting the sky full of stars like a body, and tempering Song Qingshu's body and soul.

Vaguely, Song Qingshu's Seventh Heavenly Transformation Realm began to agitate again, and he could feel that the day of breaking the realm was in front of him.

"The realm is about to be suppressed. It seems that my foundation is too deep. If I suppress it like this, major problems may occur. I have to find an opportunity to make a smooth breakthrough."

Song Qingshu felt the strangeness in his body, the corners of his mouth raised a curve that was extremely difficult to detect, and he opened his lips and said.

A day ago, Song Qingshu had broken through the realm, and entered the seventh realm from the sixth heaven of Huashen.

It stands to reason that it should take a long time to continue upgrading.

But Song Qingshu hadn't gone through a hearty life and death battle. He was just about to break through the realm with a sense of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Such a terrifying speed was frightening.

"Finally, stand by for fate, I'll better upgrade the Nine Emperor Gods to Dacheng first!"

Song Qingshu shook his head, regardless of other things, he opened his lips and said to the system in his mind: "The system, help me upgrade the Nine Emperor Gods that I just learned to Dacheng, the level of proficiency, and entering the room is enough for me to take two steps. sound."

As Song Qing's words fell, the system in his mind also sounded the sound of gears running: "Ding, the system prompts that it is improving the realm of the Nine Emperor Gods, and the progress is 10%. Please wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that it is improving the realm of the Nine Emperor Gods, and the progress is 20%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that it is improving the realm of the Nine Emperor Gods, and the progress is 30%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

...

Under the moonlight, Song Qingshu's mind heard system prompts from time to time.

As the system prompts sounded from time to time, Song Qingshu's ears were ringing like a big bell.

Although the Great Way of Music is invisible, with the assistance of the system, it now manifests its shape and floods Song Qingshu's mind.

The Nine Emperor Gods, so it is constantly strengthened!

Chapter 716

"Ding, the system prompts that it is improving the realm of the Nine Emperor Gods, and the progress is 50%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that it is improving the state of the Nine Emperor Gods, and the progress is 60%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

...

As Song Qingshu's mind continued to hear the system prompts, the scenery in front of Song Qingshu's eyes changed drastically.

In a blink of an eye, Song Qingshu came to a temple in the sky.

On the left and right sides of Song Qingshu, there are four divine chairs on each, a total of eight figures like the emperor of heaven sitting on the divine chairs, without saying a word, there is the supreme coercion.

And Song Qingshu stands at the highest point of the temple, surrounded by eight other divine chairs, like stars holding the moon.

Song Qingshu wore a chaotic dragon suit with a ten-claw golden dragon embroidered on it, with red fire glaze beads on his head, and an inexplicable atmosphere of the great avenue exuded from it.

Song Qingshu sits on the golden chair, like the only emperor of the thirty-sixth heaven, looking down at everything in the world, opening his eyes for the day and closing his eyes for the sky.

In front of Song Qingshu, there were the shadows of gods and ghosts kneeling on the ground, and the iron-clad soldiers wearing steel armors with iron guns in their hands.

There are thousands of gods, ghosts and demons who are surrounded by the rules of the avenue. At this time, they sing together in a low voice.

And the iron armoured troops holding the iron gun kept hitting the ground with the iron gun in their hands, and the impact sound of the iron gun and the ground was continuous, like a thunder.

The sound of the two blended perfectly together, as if passing through the constraints of time and space in the temple, they were all pervasive and reached Song Qingshu's ears.

Song Qingshu's ears rang this unusually grand and solemn singing and roar, feeling a little bit, and unknowingly took a huge step on the Avenue of Music.

"Ding, the system prompts that it is in the process of improving the realm of the Nine Emperor Gods, and the progress is 80%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts that it is improving the state of the Nine Emperor Gods, and the progress is 99%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

"Ding, the system prompts, the Nine Emperor Gods comedy has been upgraded, and now the realm is perfect!"

"boom!"

With the last beep in Song Qingshu's mind, the system prompt sounded.

He was in the hall of illusion, and he heard a loud noise. The sounds of the iron armoured troops and the shadow of the gods and ghosts in the temple blended perfectly, and finally turned into a sound of heaven collapse.

There was a boom.

This is the tremor of Dao-level rhythm, and the soul of the shocked person is about to collapse.

Song Qingshu felt a kind of atmosphere amidst the trembling of the rhythm of this great avenue level, and realized a kind of ancient meaning, which was shocking.

If there is nothing in between, this heaven and earth are resonating with thousands of worlds, and the voice of the gods singing from the top of the dome.

Song Qingshu snorted, shook his head, and dispersed the sound and tremor lingering in his ears, and the scenery in his eyes returned to the original.

Song Qingshu opened his eyes, and there was an extraordinary spirit in his eyes, as if two torches were burning in it.

So far.

Song Qingshu thoroughly comprehended the Ji Dao Shoujue of the Nine Emperor Gods Comedy, and successfully integrated it into the black and white yin and yang picture behind him, giving this Taiji picture a touch of charm and power.

Song Qingshu raised a faint smile, looked up at the sky, the moonlight was hazy, and there were faint clouds floating in the sky, covering the moonlight for a moment.

"Ding, the system prompts that there is a very strong person approaching the host, and the person who comes with killing intent, please be careful with the host."

Song Qingshu just wanted to stand upright and stretch himself, when the system prompt sounded in Song Qingshu's ears quickly.

Song Qingshu disagrees, still with a slight chuckle on his mouth.

With Song Qingshu's current strength, not to mention being the strongest in the Second Divine Pass, it is also enough to make him run wild. How can he put his eyes on the few little thieves who have been smoked by profit?

"call out!"

At this moment, an extremely sharp fairy light suddenly broke through the void, stabbed like a thunder, and took the back of Song Qingshu who was sitting in the courtyard.

As the system said, someone came to assassinate him.

Song Qingshu stood upright, his whole body armor clanging, and a great ray of light shook off the fairy light, and directly wiped it out.

The fairy light dissipated, and the assailant was still reluctant, and only heard a soft chick, like the sound of a flood bursting a bank.

Under the bright moon, the place where Song Qingshu stood was suddenly hazy, and the chaotic fog mixed with thunder and lightning rushed down, covering the sky and the earth.

"Who came from?"

Song Qingshu uses the Nine Emperor Gods as the sound, and screams like Taoism.

As the voice of Daofa Hong shook in the sky, a dark shadow fell between the sky, the flesh was cracked, and blood was splashing everywhere.

Song Qingshu uttered a word and directly killed a top powerhouse, which is evident in the power of the Nine Emperor Gods.

Song Qingshu's thoughts were swept out, and he found that there had been a fascinating array around his residence, covering everything in Song Qingshu's residence Zhou Wei.

After cutting off the connection between Song Qingshu and the outside world, the masters all came out to kill Song Qingshu here.

A black cloud floated under the bright moon.

The monks in the houses around Song Qingshu felt extremely depressed, and countless people were shocked.

After feeling depressed, the ascetics couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu's house, but they didn't see anything, only misty.

I don't know how long it took.

There was a loud noise in the courtyard where Song Qingshu was located, and the misty circle was torn apart by Song Qingshu's palm. The chaotic atmosphere in the circle burst out like a tsunami.

The chaotic aura swept across the void, emitting an extremely harsh rumbling roar.

The chaotic aura gushes out from the smoky array, scouring like a tide, and many buildings in the Second Divine Pass are directly turned into fly ash.

As the building disappeared, there were screams and screams again and again, and the blood was raining, and the monks around Song Qingshu were all affected.

"puff!"

In the dim moonlight, many people saw Song Qingshu shot one after another like thunder.

He rushed up from the chaos and mist, transformed into a floating light and fought against the wild, sprinkled other people's blood on his body, and Song Qingshu was bloody and crazy.

"Who assigned you? The speaker will not kill!"

Song Qingshu slaughtered the Quartet like an immortal God of War, holding a dark gold long spear, and the spear collapsed to the sky, and it was shocking.

Judging from the blood spilled by Song Qingshu, this battle may have been going on for quite a long time, and it was only noticed when it was heated up.

However, no one responded to his message, like a puppet, without emotional fluctuations, only knowing how to fight Song Qingshu.

"Huh, is it just a puppet controlled by someone? Where is Allah?"

Song Qingshu smiled coldly, spoke indifferently, and drank the Nine Emperor Gods Comedy, which directly smashed the steel-like bodies of several people.

Chapter 717

"You are not immortal climbers, I have never seen your looks."

"Who is appointed by you, the speaker will not kill!"

Song Qingshu's spiritual thoughts swept out, and found that none of the people present were of the same generation as immortal climbers, and then frowned, using the Nine Emperor Gods as the sound, thundering above the sky, and asked.

However, no one listened to Song Qingshu, and even let Song Qingshu's Nine Emperor Gods shred the body of the attacker, but it couldn't make their eyes panic.

"Not a living person. After a long time, it seems to be just a puppet."

Seeing the eyes of the sneak attackers without a trace of mood swings, Song Qingshu nodded secretly and murmured.

Since there was nothing to be asked, Song Qingshu simply slaughtered the Quartet, and Kunpeng fists out.

Countless Kunpeng spread their wings and screamed out, and the phantom shook, tearing the sky to pieces.

"Bing!"

Song Qingshu perfectly blended the Bing Zijue with the Nine Emperor Gods, brewing the supreme divine sound, like the anger of the Nine Heavens Emperor.

Suddenly, between the world and the earth was shocked, the sun and the moon paled.

Dozens of vague shadows retreated in embarrassment, Song Qingshu angrily killed the enemy, a total of dozens of people were killed in the sky, their bodies fell, and the world was turbulent.

One of the four military commanders, Qinglong Sergeant, glanced at Song Qingshu’s battle in the courtyard, smiled indifferently, and said softly to the White Tiger soldier next to him: "It seems that this bloody battle has already begun for some time. Song Qingshu has been fighting bloody battles. It’s only now that we found out that someone covered this place with a huge array of smoke!"

Soldier Bai Hu nodded, his face was cold, and now he has no affection for Song Qingshu, even if Song Qingshu was killed by his personality, he would probably ignore it.

But as the commander of the Second Shenguan.

Even if Captain Bai Hu didn't catch a cold with Song Qingshu, he had to take action. After a light sigh, he flew into a stream with Captain Qinglong.

"kill!"

Song Qingshu trembled until the sky was killed, and at the last moment, he reached out and shredded the dazzling array, breaking through the horror array and the haze of chaos. After a bloody battle, he broke through.

"That is the extinguished sacred fire! ... Among the dead, there is a master of the sacred fire realm!"

Since Song Qingshu rushed out of the maze of smoke, hundreds of good people have come here to watch the battle, and now they watch the traces of the divine fire extinguished in the courtyard, and they can't help but feel frightened.

I thought it was just a few masters in the realm of transforming gods, but I never thought.

Among the dozen people who were easily killed by Song Qingshu, there were actually two or three who had already ignited the divine fire.

But no matter from which point of view, the sneak attacker Song Qingshu just faced must belong to a certain super terrorist force.

But even so, Song Qingshu still had a way out of life, which was embarrassing.

"Who is making trouble here, dare to violate the city regulations!?"

The Commander Qinglong and Commander Baihu, who were guarding the second deity, arrived in the first place. They moved very quickly, but the battle was over.

Song Qingshu's face was calm. Except for some damage to his battle clothes, there were not too many wounds on his body.

Under the inquiries of the two commanders of Qinglong and Baihu, Song Qingshu just kept a calm face, looking at the direction where the sneak attacker was leaving, without saying anything.

Looking at Song Qingshu's torn clothes and slightly messy hair, many were shocked.

As powerful as Song Qingshu, they were a little embarrassed. It was enough to see that Song Qingshu had just experienced the horror of the battle. The sneak attacker who wanted to escape must be an unworldly strong.

"Song Qingshu, why are you fighting?"

The white tiger soldier stood by, with a cold expression, without a word, the blue dragon soldier smiled bitterly, and then stepped forward to speak.

"Someone assassinated me and had to fight."