My friends are gods

Chapter 429 Black Smoke

"Boom boom boom!"

The violent spiritual energy raged.

In the room that was not very spacious, there were loud bangs erupting in an instant.

The tables and chairs in the house were instantly reduced to dust.

This kind of power is quite extraordinary.

That is to say, Song Qiming had already set up barriers around him, otherwise, not to mention the entire room, even the entire entertainment city would collapse in an instant.

After all, this was a full blow from the Nascent Soul stage.

"Puff puff!"

Those ancient warriors all spat out a mouthful of blood, their faces turned pale, and they fell down straight.

No one can resist Lu Lixin's attack.

After falling, these ancient warriors were completely silent and completely dead.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Lu Lixin, on the other hand, raised his head and let out a burst of laughter.

Obviously, since he gained strength, this is not the first time he has killed someone, and now he can face this situation calmly.

"Song Qiming, you can see my strength, what are you fighting with me?"

Lu Lixin roared ferociously, his eyes were full of hatred.

At this moment, hatred had already blinded his eyes, so he didn't even think about why under this violent aura, except for the things in the house, nothing else was damaged.

With a faint smile on the corner of Song Qiming's mouth, he said, "You can't even break my barrier, so what right do you have to fight with me?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Lixin was taken aback for a moment.

After such a small dial, if Lu Lixin couldn't react, he would be an idiot.

He suddenly realized that under the full attack, the house did not collapse.

All of this shows that Song Qiming stopped all of this.

Involuntarily, Lu Lixin's eyes flickered slightly, slightly surprised.

However, he was already in the Nascent Soul Stage, and he would never think that Song Qiming would be his opponent.

"Hmph, so what if your defense is strong, I haven't used my real killing move yet!"

Lu Lixin said in a cold voice, waving his hands in front of him.

"Buzz!"

Immediately, a jet-black light condensed in his palm, and then, a Fangtian painted halberd appeared in his palm.

On Fang Tian's painted halberd, there is a faint light shining, one can tell it at a glance, it is quite extraordinary.

Fang Tian's painted halberd is also a magic weapon.

This is Lu Lixin's real killer move.

The strength of the Nascent Soul stage, combined with the magic weapon of the upper sky painting halberd, the power and influence it exerted must be earth-shattering.

"die!"

Lu Lixin roared angrily, and swung his arms violently. Fang Tian's painted halberd, carrying a mighty force, smashed hard at Song Qiming's head.

"Crack!"

On the ground, under the leakage of the fierce breath, cracks appeared faintly.

It can be seen from this that this move is indeed very violent.

Song Qiming frowned slightly and waved his hand gently.

"Buzz!"

Immediately, the cracks on the ground quietly recovered.

If this place collapses, the ordinary people below will definitely know something that they shouldn't know.

"Tips for carving insects."

Looking up at the falling Fang Tian's painted halberd, Song Qiming didn't panic at all, and gently stretched out his palm, grabbing it violently.

He just reached out his hand casually, but Song Qiming grabbed Fang Tian's halberd directly in his palm.

"If there is a magic weapon, is it awesome?"

As soon as Song Qiming's figure moved, he stepped forward in an instant, came to Lu Lixin, and said with a sneer, "I tell you, you are the only one I don't care about!"

"I'll give you a chance, if you don't cherish it, then don't blame me!"

Finished talking!
Song Qiming exerted a slight force on his arm.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, Fang Tian's painted halberd, which could split steles and rocks, or even split mountains, was easily broken into two by Song Qiming, and the faint light on it disappeared instantly.

Obviously, Fang Tian's painted halberd, which was broken off, could no longer exert its power as a magic weapon.

"how is this possible?!"

Lu Lixin shrank his pupils and shouted in horror.

This is the magic weapon given to him by the demon spirit!
He had tried it before, and within the mountain range, with a full blow, even a small mountain was smashed to pieces.

However, now, not only did Song Qiming not get hurt, but was easily broken by Song Qiming!
This is too incredible, right?

"What's impossible?"

The corner of Song Qiming's mouth raised, and his arm was exerted again, half of Fang Tian's painted halberd swiftly passed in front of Lu Lixin.

"brush!"

A cold light flashed.

Even if it wasn't a magic weapon, the blade of Fang Tian's painting halberd was still extremely sharp, ruthlessly across Lu Lixin's throat.

Blood splashed out.

Lu Lixin covered his throat, his eyes rolled slightly.

"no no……"

He murmured, his face full of reconciliation: "I'm already in the Nascent Soul stage, why did I still lose one move with Song Qiming...Should I be suppressed by Song Qiming all my life..."

Saying that, Lu Lixin's body fell heavily on the ground.

In his body, even Nascent Soul and soul did not appear.

This made Song Qiming frowned slightly.

After careful induction, it was discovered that Lu Lixin had already lost his soul.

In other words, his soul has been dedicated to the devil.

And that Nascent Soul, the moment his whole body was injured, was also directly injured and shattered.

This is the result of not going step by step and directly ascending to heaven in one step.

Originally, Nascent Soul and soul could both save their lives.

However, with Lu Lixin, everything is useless.

Lu Lixin fell to the ground, clutching his neck, and there was an unpleasant gurgling sound in his throat.

His expression became weaker and weaker.

His eyes became more and more hollow.

Finally, at a certain moment, his head tilted and he died completely.

Only the fresh blood was slowly flowing.

And Lu Lixin's body, at this moment, slowly emitted a thick black smoke.

When the black smoke appeared, Lu Lixin's body quickly dissipated, as if it had been corroded.

Song Qiming stretched out his hand, and with a wave of his palm, a wave of spiritual energy enveloped the black smoke.

"Squeaky!!"

The black smoke wrapped in Song Qiming's aura made a shrill, ear-piercing sound, trying to break through the wrapping of Song Qiming's aura, struggling constantly.

However, Song Qiming's aura was not something that black smoke could compete with.

Not long after, the black smoke gradually calmed down and gave up resistance.

With a wave of Song Qiming's palm, the aura was gradually compressed, and finally, the black smoke was contained in a ball.

Reaching out to hold the ball in his hand, Song Qiming looked at it carefully, and said to himself: "Perhaps, we can study what this black smoke is."

(End of this chapter)