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"Don't kill me! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Under Song Qingshu's violence, the primordial spirit of the chanting gods struggled and howled in pain and then burst into pieces.

The rules of Huacheng Avenue dissipated in the air.

At this point, the chanting idol, which can be called a generation of giants, hates it, and its form and spirit are destroyed!

In fact, at the moment the chanting god's body broke, the result was already doomed, so Song Qingshu was not surprised.

But some people were shocked.

Because Song Qingshu was talking and laughing, he killed the strongest disciples of the five major sects of Yuhua Tianmen in just a few rounds.

Moreover, those disciples were actually regarded by the five sects as the hope and future of the sect.

Such a scene.

Some people can't believe it, can't accept it, can't admit it.

This person is the eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen, the terrifying giant of the four levels of Gods.

As the first person in charge of this event.

He thought that a few disciples were enough to end Song Qingshu, but he never wanted to be killed, more thorough than a dead dog...

Chapter 449

"How could this be...?"

"The first disciples of the five major sects of the Yuhua Tianmen are all united, and even the opponents of the first layer of the gods are afraid to fight."

"The little one, Song Qingshu, is just a strong master of Yuan Ying triple layer, why?"

The eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen wandered around Taixu with a supreme insight into the world where Song Qingshu was located.

He looked at the five major disciples who had died extremely miserably, and felt extremely ashamed, but also felt particularly angry and roared.

Originally in the eight elders' thoughts.

Among the five major disciples, any one sent out should beat Song Qingshu like a dead dog.

But I didn't expect the five people to join together, each showing their magical powers, but they were still killed by Song Qingshu at will.

One thought ends here.

The Eighth Elder couldn't control it, and wanted to go out and tear off Song Qingshu's head by himself.

But the world where Song Qingshu lives is lacking.

Even if the eighth elder shot himself, he could only reach the eighth realm of the Nascent Soul at best.

By then, he really didn't dare to guess who would be the winner.

"No! Never let Song Qingshu go like this!"

Stop talking.

The Eighth Elder took out a small bell from his arms extremely reluctantly.

The small bell is silvery white with dazzling brilliance, and there are big runes inscribed on it.

Against the backdrop of the silver light, the little bell became extremely sacred and powerful, with fairy qi lingering on it, and glowing rays of light.

"This is the low-grade immortal weapon of the Yuhua Tianmen, and those that can die on it are at least the masters of the gods."

"Song Qingshu, enjoy it."

After that, the eight elders directly tore open the door of space.

After aiming at Song Qingshu's position, he threw the little bell directly down.

Hum!

The little bell walked through the tunnel of time and space, and then fell onto the firmament of Song Qingshu's world.

The strong wind on the sky kept beating on the clock face, causing a slight trembling sound on the clock face.

boom!

The little bell rang in the storm.

In an instant it turned into a big bell with a height of eighty-one feet and a width of forty-nine feet, and it fell to Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu had just gone through a decisive battle with the five major disciples of Yuhua Tianmen, and was somewhat tired.

So after the primordial spirit of the chanting god was smashed by Song Qingshu's palm.

Song Qingshu couldn't avoid a hint of relaxation.

Although this trace of emotion was extremely weak, it did make Song Qingshu's combat power worse than at his peak in an instant.

And the time that the fairy clock appeared.

So subtly hit Song Qingshu, the most critical node!

"Huh...Finally it's over. It's time to get into the Samsara Lake."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, not knowing the immortal bell is coming.

"Ding, the system issues a warning! There is extremely powerful energy approaching the host, and its power is enough to destroy the gods!"

Just when Song Qingshu turned his back to the sky.

The system in Song Qingshu's mind suddenly issued a very harsh warning sound, which made Song Qingshu agitated in an instant.

"Analyze the energy source now!"

Song Qingshu turned around abruptly, giving orders to the system while returning his strength to its peak.

"Ding, the system prompts that the energy source is being analyzed, and the analysis is progressing 10%. Please be patient with the host..."

The system's prompt tone has not finished yet.

The loud bang was even more heart-palpiting than the sky thunder.

Above Song Qingshu's head, there was a big silver bell roaring through the void, flying towards Song Qingshu faster than Thunder!

The big silver clock is terrible.

On the wall of its clock, there are avenues shining.

The light illuminates Tianyu, and as soon as the clock wave comes out, it shatters all obstacles before Song Qing writes.

"Which temple's broken bell! How dare you shoot me back!"

Song Qingshu looked at the big clock pressed against him, snorted coldly, and opened his lips disdainfully.

The obscure big clock that emerged in the nine heavens was indeed extremely powerful, but Song Qingshu was invincible along the way.

Now if he was afraid of this broken clock, that would be the most incredible thing.

However, even if Song Qingshu looked down on this silver clock again, he couldn't deny the infinite power of this silver clock.

The big clock on the sky fell quickly in Song Qingshu's contempt, and it has the power to suppress the eternal!

"come!"

Song Qingshu let out angrily, fought the hell platform and slammed directly at the big silver clock.

Hell Terrace soared in the strong wind.

In a short period of time, Song Qingshu's hell platform grew to the size of a hill.

"boom!"

The black-colored night of the hell platform and the silver-colored big clock collided, and there was a huge metal explosion.

The law on the big silver clock began to shine, and countless mysterious ancient characters crawled out of the seed and covered the platform of hell.

"Humph!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, humming out the ancient characters that bound the Hell Terrace.

The platform of hell began to become pitch black and misty.

A group of black mist emerged around it, and it was the Asura aura on the platform of hell that kept rising and falling.

There are endless wailing sounds on the platform of hell.

With the continuous upgrade of the Hell Terrace, today's Hell Terrace can no longer just smash people.

The Asura ghosts engraved on the platform of hell have been able to merge with the platform of hell, thus giving out the infinite power that shocks the past and the present!

In the time when the platform of hell and the big silver clock compete with each other.

Song Qingshu made a decisive move, contending with the big silver bell with the platform of hell.

Song Qingshu strode forward in the violent wind, his battle clothes fluttering uneasy.

Following Song Qingshu's roar, he directly killed the silver clock.

Kun's artistic conception floats up and down in Song Qingshu, if the splendid heaven is burning.

Set off the Song Qingshu on the laws of heaven, standing proudly among the top.

"boom!"

As the void was shattered, Song Qingshu came to the silver clock and raised his fist to help the Hell Terrace.

People who can sneak attack Song Qingshu secretly are naturally terrifying and powerful, and they have to guard against it.

But Song Qingshu also knew.

The biggest threat at this time was the big silver clock, because it was the closest to Song Qingshu, so it had to be solved first.

The mouth of the big silver clock exudes a bright light, and the platform of hell is about to be sucked in first.

Song Qingshu saw this violent.

Then Song Qingshu's battle armor fluttered in the wind, and he stretched out a hand to the big silver clock and struck straight forward.

With Song Qingshu making such a move, it seemed as if one could see the palm prints made by thunder fly out.

As if the real palm, along with Song Qingshu's palm, hit the bell wall.

"Lei Jiezhang!"

Song Qingshu secretly said in his heart, so every palm of his hand was filled with the aura of celestial calamity.

"when!"

The big silver clock dissipated a terrible clock wave.

Zhong Bo made a trembling noise, and Song Qingshu's figure was shaking.

The lower grade immortal artifacts, and they are intact immortal artifacts, they are extremely scary.

"How is this possible? Lower-grade immortal implements can slaughter the gods! How can Brother Yuan Ying resist?

The eight elders of Yuhua Tianmen looked at the decisive battle between Song Qingshu and Xianzhong, and their mouths almost fell apart...

Chapter 450

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

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

"Ding, the system prompts that the energy source is being analyzed, and the analysis is progressing 40%. Please also the host to wait patiently."

...

"Ding, the system prompts that the energy source is being analyzed, and the analysis is progressing 99%. Please wait patiently for the host."

"Ding, the system prompts that the energy source analysis is complete, and the shot is the eight elders of the Eclosing Tianmen, the fourth stage of the gods."

After listening to the system's prompt sound, Song Qingshu couldn't help but raise his brows slightly: "Fourth Transformation of God? If it weren't for the lack of heaven, it would still be difficult for me to face such a person..."

clang!

Just when Song Qingshu was lost in thought.