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"Grandpa! Grandpa, come and save me!" Dong Ming suddenly saw the radiance dissipate, and raised his eyes to see the dark clouds billowing in the sky. A big black hand protruded from the clouds and stopped in mid-air. cried out.Use the reader to read tens of millions of novels, completely without ads!

How terrifying is the power of a Nascent Soul stage master, once the sword array is gone, the entire Jinhua Taoist Temple is immediately shrouded in the terrifying aura emanating from Master Songqing.Shangguan Huiying and Shangguan Mingyuan, who were the first to bear the brunt, felt particularly intense. The movement of their true energy was obscure and stagnant, and their hearts seemed to be oppressed by a huge mountain, and the sound of pounding was clear and audible.

Shangguan Huiying's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and her two slender, straight legs were trembling in the night wind, and she almost sat down on the ground.The great heavenly power of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage is really not something that a woman like her who can't even be called a cultivator can compete with. If she hadn't had great support in her heart, if she hadn't been a mysterious female demon body, she might have died sooner or later. He just sat on the ground, unable to breathe anymore.

After all, Shangguan Mingyuan has seen the big wind and waves before, and the true energy in his body is relatively pure and thick, but even so, his face is still pale when facing the master of the Nascent Soul Stage, and his eyes show a hint of panic uncontrollably.This is no longer a question of courage, but an ant facing an elephant. No matter how brave you are, if you step on the elephant's legs like a mountain, you will never think that you can trip the elephant in a whimsical way.

Only Fang Qingshu came to Songqing suddenly, except for a slight dignified look in his eyes, there was no other change at all, and he still stood majestically on the ground like a mountain. [

"How dare you treat my grandson like this!" A voice roared in the dark clouds, and suddenly a person appeared in the dark clouds.The man's long black hair fluttered around his shoulders, his face was handsome, and his eyes showed bloodthirsty dominance. A black bead the size of a pigeon's egg hung above his head. Countless dark clouds rushed down from the bead, and there was a faint light of thunder and lightning. Glittering around the beads, it set off that person as if Wu Mo came to the world, with indescribable majesty and terror.

Yun Ren was Taoist Song Qing, the master of the Jinhua Temple. He was planning to leave the customs in a few days, but he didn't expect that there would be bursts of mana fluctuations from Guanyou from time to time, as if some drastic changes had occurred, and he left the customs ahead of time. .

During this retreat, Taoist Songqing successfully formed a Nascent Soul, becoming the first Taoist in the history of Jinhua Temple to form a Nascent Soul. His heart was full of pride, as if the world had been trampled under his feet.

But he never expected that at first he faintly felt that his most beloved grandson was surrounded by the rape formation, and when he used Wu Yunshou to break the sword formation in a blink of an eye, he found that his grandson was being trampled on The anger in the head and heart can be imagined.

Taoist Songqing let out a roar, and the black bead on top of his head immediately shot out a black light "directly towards Shangguan Mingyuan.

Seeing his grandfather make a move, Dongming burst out of the bitterly suppressed Lianqu in his heart like a volcano, and burst out laughing. "Grandpa killed them, killed them all!"

Shangguan Mingyuan desperately suppressed the irresistible sense of fear in his heart because of facing the masters of the Nascent Soul stage, looked up at Daoist Song Qing, and roared sharply: "Come on! You have the guts to kill me!"

The Big Dipper sword shined brightly, traces of bright red blood flowed out from Dongming's neck, slowly seeped into the ground, and Dongming's triumphant shouting stopped abruptly.

There was a glint of appreciation in Fang Qingshu's eyes, facing the attacks of Yuanying stage masters with his cultivation in the middle stage of transformation, but still showing such courage, Shangguan Mingyuan's ability to dominate the Hanglin underworld for decades is by no means in vain.

"You are worthy of threatening this real person!" Daoist Song Qing saw his grandson's white and tender neck was covered with blood, his facial muscles were tangled and twisted, and his cold eyes were filled with blood. He gritted his teeth and said coldly. The black light that came out was suddenly withdrawn.

It's just that although the black light was retracted, the powerful spiritual consciousness of the Nascent Soul Stage master rushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness immediately, condensed into a fierce scimitar, and silently slashed across the void to slash at Shangguan Mingyuan .Seeing this, Fang Qingshu let out a cold sound, opened his third eye suddenly, and struck out with sword intent.

Daoist Song Qing deserves to be a master in the Nascent Soul Stage. As soon as Fang Qingshu's sword intent came out, he immediately "saw" a cold sword coming towards the scimitar he unleashed.

The momentum of that sword intent is not as great as his scimitar, but the spiritual power contained in it is extremely condensed, condensed and not scattered. Although Song Qing has just advanced to the Nascent Soul stage and is invincible, he also knows that although his mental will is powerful, it is absolutely powerful. It can't be so condensed.Song Qing's pupils suddenly contracted, and an uncontrollable look of shock appeared on his face.

When Songqing was shocked, the invisible swords collided quietly in the air, making thunderous noises, the surrounding space distorted, and a strong wind suddenly blew up.

There were bursts of thunder and strong winds out of thin air, and everyone around was amazed. Except for Chen Po, who had regained consciousness after being awake, he vaguely guessed what happened, and no one knew that a fierce and fierce battle was unfolding in the void.In the blink of an eye, Jian Yi Dao Yi struck dozens of times in the void.The shocked look on Song Qing's face became more intense, as if he had seen a ghost.The reason is that although Fang Qingshu released the sword intent inconceivably with his cultivation base of the gas transformation stage, and the sword intent is very condensed, no matter how magical the Niwan Palace is, Fang Qingshu is still only in the state of the gas transformation stage after all, and the two sides released the sword intent. There is still a huge gap in the amount of spiritual consciousness.

The mighty sword intent and Fang Qingshu's seemingly weak sword intent are like an adult and a child. There is an absolutely insurmountable gap in strength. It was smashed into ashes and annihilated.But in fact, the opponent's control over the sword intent has almost reached an unimaginable level. Every sword strike is like an antelope's horns, and there is no trace. Not only that, several times his saber intent was almost uncontrollably scattered under the opponent's strange and sharp attacks, and turned into countless strands of spiritual power again.If it really got to that point, Song Qing's mental will would be fatally killed immediately.

Song Qing saw that Fang Qingshu's sword intent could not be affected by his sword intent at all, but that if he was not careful, he might fall into a catastrophe, so he didn't dare to fight any more, so he swung his sword suddenly, retracted the monstrous sword intent, guarded the Lingtai Sea of ​​Consciousness tightly, and He didn't even compete with the perverted monk in the transformation period in front of him. "Who are you? What's the meaning?" Song Qingyin stared coldly at She Qingshu as soon as the saber intent was withdrawn, and asked with an extremely ugly expression.

When Song Qing asked this question, almost all the Taoist priests in Jinhua Temple were dumbfounded.Just now Song Qingniutong said coquettishly that Shangguan Mingyuan had no right to threaten him. Everyone thought that he was going to show off his might and took Fang Qingshu and others down in one fell swoop.But after waiting for a long time, I didn't see him showing off his power. He just stood on the cloud and stared at Fang Qingshu. Now it's fine, and he asked such a sentence.

Dong Ming was even more dumbfounded. In his eyes, Grandpa has always been omnipotent, waiting for Song Qing to deal with Fang Qingshu and the others with great anticipation. , but did not expect such a sentence to come. [

"Grandpa, why are you trembling with them? Kill them first, and then take out their souls and whip them slowly!" When did Dongming eat such a scorpion, and now that he finally waited for his grandfather, he seemed to want to follow his old man. Fang Qing's book covers were close together, and his face was distorted and snarled.

Although Shangguan Mingyuan didn't know why the handsome old man who came riding a dark cloud could only talk but not do anything, but he was mature enough to vaguely guess that he must be very afraid of Fang Qingshu, so he asked this question, a feeling of pressure in his heart The giant day finally fell.He was originally a mafia boss who licked blood at the edge of his knife, and he was born with an unyielding ferocity and blood. As long as he had a glimmer of hope of winning, it was enough for Shangguan Mingyuan to fight vigorously. Now Since Song Qing is not as invincible as he imagined, and he still needs to be afraid of Fang Qingshu, why should he worry?

"Shut your stinking mouth!" Shangguan Mingyuan raised his foot and stomped on Dongming's face, and then rolled it back and forth a few times. "Ah! Ah!" Dong Ming screamed, the shrill cry pierced the night sky, making people shudder. "Spineless guy!" Seeing this, Shangguan Mingyuan stomped Dongming's foot again.

On the cloud, Master Songqing watched his grandson being stomped into a fat pig by Shangguan Mingyuan, the flesh on his face twitched, wishing he could eat Shangguan Mingyuan alive.But his grandson's life was in his hands, and the knife intent sneak attack couldn't pass Fang Qingshu's level, but he could only watch helplessly like Chen Po and others.

Fang Qingshu saw that Song Qing had a hideous face, and his ferocious and vicious look kept flickering, so he didn't know that even if he was willing to give up, he would not give up.Fang Qingshu himself is not afraid of whether they are willing to let go, because they can't do anything to him, but Fang Qingshu has to think about his relatives and friends in the secular world.

"I'll give you one last chance." Fang Qingshu's sunlight slowly swept across the audience in Jinhua, including Daoist Songqing in the sky, and answered in a cold voice, "If you let me plant rune seeds in your hearts and souls, I will let you live, otherwise "Speaking of this, Fang Qingshu twitched, and a tyrannical murderous aura suddenly burst out from his whole body. "Kill!" "Hahaha!" Song Qing laughed back angrily, and the dark clouds rolled violently.

Song Xi and the others even stared at Fang Qingshu with the daylight of an idiot. Up to now, this little monk is still so arrogant, they really don't know whether he is a fool or a lunatic.Do you really think that holding a hole in your hand can control the lives of the entire Jinhuaguan monks?Do you really think that you can sweep the entire Jinhua temple, including the temple master who has become a half-immortal body, just with the superb imperial treasure spell?

Facing Song Qing's maniacal laughter and everyone's mocking gazes, Fang Guqing behaved extraordinarily calmly, only quietly looking at everyone with unemotional eyes.

Suddenly, a ray of golden light escaped from Fang Qingshu's eyebrows.The golden light distorted in the void and gradually turned into a person. This person was wearing a green robe and wearing cloud shoes. He was tall and tall, holding a nine-story pagoda in his hand. His face was exactly the same as Fang Qingshu's.