Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 371 The End ([-]) Golden Elixir Transfer
Song Qingshu looked at the black figure not far away. At this moment, the other party was also like him, standing above the void. Song Qingshu had never heard of anyone with such ability except Zhang Sanfeng.

And looking at the billowing smoke and dust of this black shadow, it is definitely not a good person.

He couldn't help asking: "Who are you?"

Yang Dingtian's face was hidden behind the black mist. Hearing Song Qingshu's question, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Why, didn't Zhang Sanfeng tell you?"

"Did you put the explosives down here?" Song Qingshu asked again.

Yang Dingtian replied: "That's right, I wanted to overthrow the whole city, but unfortunately, you messed up the situation!"

Song Qingshu asked again: "Did you kill all the Mongolian dignitaries in this capital?"

Yang Dingtian knew everything and said, "That's right, it's me!"

"why?"

"Of course it's for me!"

Song Qingshu nodded after hearing this, and said, "Since that's the case, you must be the mastermind behind the scenes. Tianshan Child Elder and Fan Yao must all be behind your conspiracy."

Yang Dingtian also nodded: "Not bad."

The next moment, a beam of light flashed past Yang Dingtian's peripheral vision, but Yang Dingtian didn't turn his head back, he swung his right hand behind his back, his arm seemed to be broken, and shot the beam towards his head in a very strange posture. The last streamer is caught in the palm of my hand.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that the other party could catch his own streamer. He was just about to call the streamer back and cut off the other party's palm at the same time, when he saw the other party swallow the streamer with one mouth .

He couldn't help calming down, mobilizing his mind to call back Liu Guang, but found that the stream that was swallowed by the other party had already lost contact with him, like a candle blown out by the wind, only the curling green smoke in his heart Floating in the lake, fleeting.

And after Yang Dingtian swallowed that stream of light, he felt a sharp sword energy turbulent in his inner organs, as if it would burst out at any time. As a last resort, he had no choice but to use his magical skills to use the hundred thousand sword energy in his body to Qi and blood refined that streamer, thanks to the power of the [-] blood, the streamer was refined in just a short moment.

"Your skills are not bad." Song Qingshu still had time to praise the other party.

Yang Dingtian felt awkward when he heard it: "Do I need you, a junior, to praise me? Let me die!"

After that, he waved his hand, and saw a black mist enveloping Song Qingshu like a ghost, enveloping Song Qingshu in an instant.

This black mist is the most dross and messy place in the human body's qi and blood. Once it is contaminated, all kinds of misery and filth will rush to the heart, and at the same time it will erode the human flesh and blood, which is extremely severe.

Song Qingshu could have avoided it, but he wanted to find out the details of the opponent, so he let the black mist cover him.

The next moment, he felt as if countless invisible insects were eating his flesh, and all kinds of negative feelings rushed into his heart.

Song Qingshu frowned, not because he felt troubled by the black mist, but because he was disgusted by the person who created the black mist.

And the black mist entered his body with his breathing, wreaking havoc in his body. Song Qingshu ignored the black mist, but concentrated on suppressing the negative feelings in his mind. Although the pain of the body was heavy, it was far less Mental pain.

Besides, he wasn't worried at all about the black mist flowing wantonly in his body.

The black mist seemed to enter the land of no one, and soon came down from the top to the dantian.

As soon as it entered the dantian, before it let go of its hands and feet, it "saw" a golden and round thing in front of it, which suddenly shone brightly.

If it is said that Yang Dingtian's confidence is the [-] qi and blood in his body, supporting him to do all kinds of miraculous and mighty things.

Then Jin Dan is Song Qingshu's confidence.

Without Song Qingshu's control, the golden core in the dantian sensed the invasion of foreign objects, and suddenly turned round and round, and ten thousand golden lights shot out, and as soon as it touched it, it melted the black mist completely, and even Not a speck of residue remained.

The golden elixir is like a wild tiger that has been invaded into its territory, trembling and spinning in Song Qingshu's dantian. As it spins, golden rays of light pour out and go straight into Song Qingshu's meridians, some even Drill directly into the flesh through the meridians.

Wherever the golden light passed, all demons and evil spirits were completely melted away, leaving no trace of residue.

Even Song Qingshu's mind seemed to be illuminated in an instant, resplendent and bright, and those desires and evil thoughts disappeared without a trace like the ebb tide of the river.

All this sounds slow, but it happened in an instant.

From Yang Dingtian's point of view, as soon as Song Qingshu was wrapped in his own black mist, streaks of golden light shot out suddenly, melting his black mist completely, the speed was so fast that he didn't even have time and opportunity to be happy.

Yang Dingtian's complexion changed. It's not that he didn't think about the effect of the black mist, but he never expected that Song Qingshu would completely dissolve it in such a short period of time.

At this point, after gaining one hundred thousand qi and blood, Yang Dingtian's arrogance, which was originally arrogant to the world, was slowly put away by Yang Dingtian, and he began to look squarely at the young man in front of him.

Song Qingshu slowly retracted the golden light, and at this moment, his gaze towards Yang Dingtian also became quite dignified.

"Who are you?" Song Qingshu asked, but now he wanted to know the identity of the other party.

Yang Dingtian sneered: "Hmph, if you want to know, I'm going to tell you?"

Song Qingshu said lightly: "I'm afraid that when I set up a monument for you, I don't have to write it!"

Yang Dingtian frowned: "Smart teeth, courting death!"

After all, he waved his hand, and the black mist that had been surrounding him immediately dissipated, revealing his tall, thin and straight body, which was nourished by a hundred thousand qi and blood at this moment, and his whole person became completely different from before. It seems to have become more. perfect.

Even Song Qingshu had to admit that the appearance of the person in front of him was second only to him among all the people he had ever seen.

"But since you are sincerely asking for advice, I will tell you mercifully." Yang Dingtian smiled slightly, showing sunshine even more, but the coldness in his eyes never melted away, "I am the leader of the Ming Sect, Yang Dingtian !"

Song Qingshu was taken aback: "You are Yang Dingtian? Didn't he die a long time ago?"

Yang Dingtian snorted coldly: "In the whole world, besides myself, who else can make me die?!" His mood changes seemed to be very fast, as if he acted rashly, without the slightest affectation or cover-up. Say what you want.

Song Qingshu said: "Is it so interesting that the leader of Mingjiao, who has been released well, doesn't do it, but runs to be a dog for the Mongols?"

Yang Dingtian's complexion has become very ugly: "The Mongols who died at my hands are more than you have seen in your life. What qualifications do you have to criticize me? It's almost the same if you change Zhang Sanfeng. You'd better die obediently." !"

After finishing speaking, Yang Dingtian put his hands together suddenly, and a blood-red banner slowly unfolded behind him.

The bloody banner grows in the wind, the wider it is, the bigger the moon is, and it seems to cover the entire sky. On the banner, there are countless faces appearing one after another, as if all the people who were killed by Yang Dingtian wanted to To break through the shackles of the flag, it is like rushing out to find a scapegoat.

"One hundred thousand flags will kill Yama!"

"This trick is called [One Hundred Thousand Yamas]!"

(End of this chapter)