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The creature emerged from the thunderstorm, the blood-colored banner was hunting and hunting in the squally wind, and the bloody and murderous spirit rushed towards Song Qingshu.

This creature called Ma Si, their armor was broken.

Their clothes were stained with blood, like veterans who survived a hundred battles. They were killed from the most terrifying battlefield and drowned Song Qingshu in it.

Their mounts are all primitive beasts.

There is no one without exception, all of them are the most terrifying creatures, not to mention the powerful themselves.

Song Qingshu looked at the army rushing towards him and couldn't help frowning.

He originally thought that the chanting idol should be the weakest among the disciples of Yuhua Tianmen, but he never thought that the chanting idol would be such a killer move.

"Huazi Chengjun? Somewhat meaning."

Song Qingshu smashed a fierce beast with a punch, opened his lips with incomparable indifference.

The heart of the chanting idol was smashed by Song Qingshu in one step. At this time, it was dying, and he had to fight with Song Qingshu.

He could no longer be distracted by words, so he just remained silent.

"Wow..."

A brave head roared towards Song Qingshu, it raised its big claws and slapped it, flying sand and rock for a while, ghosts and gods wailing.

The so-called sandstones are as huge as meteorites.

Each grain of sand is a huge ball-shaped lightning.

Any strand of thunder overflowing from the spherical thunder and lightning can smash the true god with its power and power, and it is extremely terrifying.

As for the knight riding on it, he pointed at Song Qingshu with a pitch-black spear, his expression silent.

The pitch-black war spear is sharp enough to break the world and the endless light is bright, illuminating eternity, and peerlessly sharp!

The most terrifying thing is.

That person and a ride is just a member of the creature called out by the chanting idol.

In addition to the two of them, there are many terrifying warriors, rushing towards Song Qingshu.

Surrounded Song Qingshu in the battle circle, and constantly launched encirclement and suppression against Song Qingshu.

For a time, the place where Song Qingshu was standing was agitated, and the gods were shining.

"kill!"

After Song Qingshu roared, he patted the palm of Heavenly Tribulation with his left hand and a broken sword in his right hand, constantly blasting all opponents in front of him.

Fighting with these creatures continuously, there was a fierce battle between the two.

The method of chanting gods is too powerful and strange.

The magic soldiers summoned by the chanting idols are too terrifying.

Each one possesses the cultivation base of the Eightfold Realm of the Nascent Soul, and any one is comparable to the Zhang Liujin body.

As powerful as Song Qingshu, the war has just begun.

The armor on his body has shattered into small holes, and his soul has already felt tired and weak.

And the infinite number of spears, halberds, Tian Ge, etc., fell on Song Qingshu as if tirelessly, causing Song Qingshu to suffer.

In this case, Song Qingshu was more and more interested in the Vietnam War.

Every time a magic soldier was killed, Song Qingshu felt a warm current pouring into his body, constantly moisturizing his flesh and blood.

Therefore, the more Song Qingshu killed, the more he wanted to sing and sing.

Chapter 448

"System, what's going on? How come I feel more physically and mentally happy the more I fight in the capital?"

Song Qingshu smashed a fairy sword that stabbed him, tore off the head of a divine soldier, and then said in surprise to the system.

Now that Song Qingshu kills an enemy, the more he can feel his cultivation realm faintly increase.

Although this is a good thing, Song Qingshu still wants to understand the cause and effect.

After all, there is nothing trivial about building a road, and one carelessness is death. Song Qingshu really has to be careful.

Following Song Qingshu’s order, the sound of the system’s mechanical gears rang in Song Qingshu’s ears: “Ding, while the system is scanning the host, please wait patiently. The scanning progress is 20%.”

"Ding, when the system is scanning the host, please wait patiently for the host. The scanning progress is 40%."

"Ding, while the system is scanning the host, please wait patiently for the host. The scanning progress is 60%."

...

"Ding, while the system is scanning the host, please wait patiently. The scanning progress is 99%."

"Ding, after scanning, the results show that every time the host kills, the villain of the soul will automatically absorb the life force of others to strengthen itself."

After listening to the analysis of the system.

Song Qingshu couldn't help raising his brows slightly, his eyes filled with joy and surprise.

Although Song Qingshu also heard in the Heavenly Emperor chat group that some Yuanshen cultivation can possess special skills.

But those special skills are nothing more than the tasteless skills of strengthening the body, strengthening the spirit, and nourishing the yin.

Like Song Qingshu Yuanshen, while killing people, he can absorb the life force of others.

Not only Song Qingshu hadn't heard of it, it seemed that the emperors in the Tiandi chat group had never mentioned it.

"Is it possible that it is because I have cultivated the Infinite Emperor's Taiqing Yuanying Jue that the Yuanshen has such special skills?"

"Tsk tusk, this is too strong! Hahaha!"

With joy, Song Qingshu raised his hand at will and struck out a fist wind, which shattered countless magical soldiers.

Then a torrent of warm current poured into Song Qingshu's body, making Song Qingshu's cultivation level stronger.

As Song Qingshu killed more and more people, the Yuan Ying villain began to absorb life energy faster and faster.

Finally, in addition to a round of golden vortex, appeared on the body of the Yuan Ying villain, and the vortex contained one after another profound Dao law, madly plundering external power.

Hum!

He clenched his right fist and slammed into the air, the space trembling.

Kun Yi breath filled the air, yin and yang flowed in his hands, and the terrible power of heaven was throbbing.

Song Qingshu swept the gods with the fusion of the Heavenly Tribulation Palm and Kun's breath that he had just learned.

boom!

A big explosion moved from Song Qingshu's palm to the magical soldiers in front of him.

Half of the god soldiers died in this explosion, and the stumps and limbs were flying all over the sky.

And a powerful breath of life was absorbed into the body by the soul villain on Song Qingshu's head.

So Song Qingshu not only didn't feel a trace of fatigue, but felt that he was bathed in a drizzle of spring breeze.

Body is light, full of joy.

"Kill!"

After so many people died, those sage soldiers shouted for killing, becoming more brave and fearless of death.

"Broad noise!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly and stared coldly.

boom.

Several ancient fierce beasts exploded into blood meal along with its owner.

A bloody battle followed one after another.

"puff!"

Song Qingshu raised the broken sword in his hand, and suddenly shot, the sword glowing brightly.

An opponent's eyebrows were directly pierced by the sword light.

"Click!"

He reached out to the magic soldier and tore the two powerful enemies with their mounts apart.

...

In the next time.

Song Qingshu kept swinging his sword.

Palm out.

Coldly.

roar.

Stepping.

Raise a fist.

The enemy army, like a divine soldier, is constantly in Song Qingshu.

Nothing new, no surprises.

When the head of the last enemy was blown to pieces, the brain plasma and blood foam flowed on the ground.

Song Qingshu was covered with blood stains from others, but he never shed a drop of blood.

The wind was blowing by the shore of Samsara Lake, and the robe on Song Qingshu's battle armor was blown and hunted.

The hair on his head was covered with blood foam, just like Shura walking out of Jiuyou Hell.

"This is what you rely on?"

Song Qingshu looked at the statue of the chanting god and smiled coldly, disdain to speak.

The emotion on the face of the chanting god is unspeakable despair.

He looked at Song Qingshu, his lips squirming, and he hadn't said anything yet.

And a jet of dark, stinky blood has flowed from his mouth, dripping his robe.

"Die."

Song Qingshu faced the void and probed his hand, first opened his five fingers, and then suddenly closed.

Snapped.

The air in Song Qingshu's palm was directly crushed.

The space next to the chanting god also shattered, and then a terrifying pressure squeezed the chanting god.

Snapped!

The body of the chanting statue was first distorted into an incomprehensible posture.

Immediately his physical body split directly and shattered into a pool of blood.

It should be noted that the realm of chanting gods has reached the eighth realm of Yuan Ying.

Even if he didn't deliberately cultivate his physical body, his physical body can be said to be invaded by water and fire, and can enter gold and stone.

Divine soldiers are hard to cut, sky fire is hard to burn, and the physical body is extremely powerful, but at this time it is directly split apart!

The blood mist dispersed, and a golden figure rushed from the body of the chanting god, trying to escape.

That is the primordial spirit of the chanting god. Before dying, the chanting god did not forget to leave a way for himself.

At this time, the primordial spirit of the chanting statue was protected by the inexplicable Dao law, and it was not immediately wiped out for a while.

"silly."

Song Qingshu took a cold look at the soul and let out a cold cry.

Song Qingshu's voice resounded like thunder in the ears of the chanting god.

A time and space trembles and trembles like ripples, spreading uneasy.