Watch Out! Danger Ahead

"Mr. Xuanmiao, this act of poverty does not violate the parliamentary law, right?"

Once the Daoist Commander sent out the long sword, the slender eyebrows raised, and he asked the elegant old man in a cold voice.

The cold light in Mr. Xuanmiao's eyes flashed away, but he said with a smile:

"Miss Song is kind to Tianyimen. Now that Dao Master Yiqing has kept her promise again, it is really wonderful and wonderful." He said that, took a deep look at the people of Tianyimen, and finally fell his gaze on Dao Yiqing. :

"This move is not against parliamentary law."

As soon as his words fell, everyone in the Taoist School was refreshed and retreated to the side, apparently planning to stand by.

"So far, I wonder if Miss Song's matter has been resolved? But is there any unfulfilled wish?"

Mr. Xuanmiao asked gently.

The eight great clans of the universe came together with the martial arts research institute and the imperial families, but because of Song Qingxiao’s words, Shi Qiuwu suddenly rebelled, left the family, and stood on her side;

Because of Fu Xiu, Tianyimen gave up its original position. Although the two are not helping each other in name, they actually made their position clear.

But even so, the situation is still not good for Song Qingxiao.

Not to mention the fighting power that the great clans still have, even the dozens of gods and warriors who came to the Budo Research Institute this time are enough to force her to stay here.

In the eyes of Mr. Xuanmiao, her previous actions were nothing but a dying struggle.

"I still have it! I still have it!"

Song Qingxiao did not speak, but an old man called out loudly.

In Bingzangshi's family, an elder Chun who was **** with a big five flowers and picked up with a silver pole was shaking violently at this moment.

The braided braid made a sighing noise as it flicked from side to side.

But the rope on his body gave out aura and bound him tightly, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape from the shoulders of the two young and strong juniors.

They can only be carried on the shoulders of younger generations like pigs to be slaughtered in such a funny and ridiculous posture.

When Elder Chun spoke, the Bingzang family, no matter how old they were, instantly flushed their faces—a sense of shame and anger.

"The girl surnamed Song, where did your sword come from and who made it?"

Before anyone from the Bingzang family could stop him, Elder Chun tried his best to turn his head and stared at Song Qingxiao and asked:

"Your magic weapon is not on the list of gods. It is definitely not something to be passed down...who created it!"

Song Qingxiao was stunned for a moment, staring at the old man with an upside-down face.

"Elder Spring of the Bingzang family."

Among the Bingzang family, there are now four casting masters, named after spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Among them, the spring elders have the highest skills, and they are already quite the magic of the gods.

Within the spirit, Su Wu's voice explained:

"Back then, my sword embryo came from his hands."

Su Wu mentioned this person back then, saying that he had a very strange personality.

However, I didn't elaborate on the specific weird method. It was just that the old man was tied into a zongzi, and the people around him looked like they were not strange for a long time, so Song Qingxiao could guess something.

Now, she has no need to hide it.

With this fierce battle, her magic weapon and means will inevitably be exhausted. Whether it is alive or dead, the secret cannot be hidden.

Therefore, when she heard Elder Chun's question, she said frankly:

"I made it myself."

"what?"

As soon as he said this, Elder Na Chun was dumbfounded.

His big face quickly turned red, and then he struggled more intensely:

"You built it? Have you learned the method of casting?"

"No." Song Qingxiao answered honestly.

"Have you practiced artifacts and magic weapons before this?" Elder Chun had already gritted his teeth a bit, and asked again with a trembling voice.

"nor."

"and so……"

The old man's struggling body stiffened and his expression was bad:

"Is this something for you to practice?"

Song Qing nodded:

"you can say so."

The people around him made their eyelids jump, and even Mr. Xuanmiao, who had been acting very calmly, was quite uncomfortable.

Everyone had witnessed the scene where the treasure turned into a dragon and advanced by absorbing thunder and lightning.

You must know that the Xuantian-level spirit treasures are very demanding in the world. In the era of chaotic spiritual power in the ancient times, many powerful people refined such rare treasures. Since the inheritance, there are not many registered in the record. Up.

Within thousands of years in this star field, I have never heard of a new Xuantian Lingbao appearing.

It is precisely because of the scarcity of Xuantian-level spirit treasures that the Martial Arts Research Institute initially became greedy when it learned that Song Qingxiao had a treasure capable of transforming it.

Back then, the Shenji clan claimed to have found the technique for refining Xuantian-level treasures, but that was only a rumor, until the Shenji clan died, and the Martial Arts Research Institute did not find such a record.

The Bing Zang family mainly refining magical instruments, among which the spring elder has the highest talent, and has been famous for hundreds of years, but the highest achievement is nothing but the spiritual treasure of the sky.

If you want to reach the realm of Xuantian Lingbao and transform the treasure into shape, the chance is too illusory.

The Master Founder was still unable to reach it during her lifetime, but Song Qingxiao said she did it.

"impossible."

Many people thought that she was lying.

Even the people who stood at the Tianyimen Gate beside Song Qingxiao felt a little disbelief when they heard this.

But when Qiuwu heard this, he glanced at Song Qing, thinking of the scene of the sea of ​​stars that day, but believed in his heart.

Another person who believes is Elder Chun.

"I haven't learned refining tools, just by practicing hand things, you can cast such a magic weapon—"

"Little girl, with your condition, you should not practice cultivation, you should worship under my door!" Elder Chun began to howl again: "Let go of me! Let me go!"

His struggle this time was so powerful that the bundle of celestial cables almost couldn't restrain him.

Song Qingxiao did not speak, he shouted again:

"Otherwise, I can worship you as a teacher! Master—Master—save the disciples—"

The squeaky squeaky sound of the bundle of immortals hanging on the silver pole, the powerful force drove the two disciples who were carrying him untenable, and swayed like drunk.

"Don't be crazy!"

A sturdy old man in the Bingzang family who looked a bit like him finally couldn't bear it, and punched Elder Chun in the face:

"When is the time, you are still talking nonsense—"

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

The elder Spring of the Bingzang family made a fuss, and the other side of the Qing Daoist saw this farce, his eyebrows jumped.

His junior is not very reliable, but compared to this mad elder Spring, he is much better.

"Master, catch it!"

Elder Chun was punched by his younger brother, but it didn't hurt or itchy, a bright white jade slip flew out of his head and shot in the direction of Song Qingxiao:

"This is the disciple's life practice of refining tools, you take it first..."

"..."

Behind him, Elder Winter clenched his iron fist, his complexion turned blue, and he was obviously too angry to lose his mind.

"bad."

Upon seeing this scene, Elder Chun finally awakened to God, knowing that he was making trouble too much, and he was afraid that he would completely annoy his younger brother.

...

This farce came to an end for the time being, Song Qingxiao couldn't laugh or cry and held this inexplicable piece of white jade in his hand. Seeing that Elder Chun was gagged and carried away, he had to keep it temporarily.

"Now that you have finished speaking, on behalf of the Parliament, I announce that Song Qingxiao will be arrested immediately!"

Mr. Xuanmiao was also upset by the quarrels made by Elder Chun before. As soon as Elder Chun was taken away, he quickly put his hands behind his back and said loudly:

"Please cooperate with the Budo Research Institute. If there is resistance, they will be killed on the spot!"

As soon as the voice fell, although there were some unwilling people in the family, but under the council, everyone was moved.

"Brother..."

Seeing this scene, two Taoist Hu Qingpao priests flashed a hint of worry in his eyes, calling out a long Qing Dao.

Yiqing Dao sighed, then coldly yelled:

"Patient breathing and meditation, try to strive for sufficient spiritual power."

This is a bad battle.

When the Daoist Chief Yi Qing chose to give out the copper coin sword, Tianyimen was involved.

"Yes!"

Several Taoist priests responded loudly, and then sat cross-legged in the void.

At this time, dozens of gods and warriors and aristocratic families all besieged Song Qingxiao in it.

"Mrs. Hexiang died at the hands of Song Qingxiao, and my Chu family will also join."

"Song Qing slaughtered a lot of Fan clan members, and our Fan family also joined."

"My Wei family and Song Qingxiao don't share the same spirit, and we must never let her go!"

"The Pei family also joined."

Among the Pei clan, the person in charge of the Pei family followed closely.

Among the crowd, Pei Hongye's eyes showed a trace of envy or loss.

She tried on the same field with Song Qingxiao, and the two of them were not on the same starting line no matter their status, strength, or origin.

In the scene of the mental hospital, although Song Qingxiao became the final winner, in Pei Hongye's view, it was only luck.

At that time, she was arrogant and didn't look down on Song Qing.

She is the heir of the Pei family, and Song Qingxiao is just an ordinary person.

But who would have thought that after many years, this girl who had never been seen in her eyes, after stepping into the gate of practice, left her far behind.

Feng Shui turns around.

Many years ago, Pei Hongye still suppressed Song Qingxiao; and many years later, when the two met again, she barely managed to break through the realm of Huaying with the help of family resources, and Song Qingxiao was far better than her elders. It even shocked Tianwaitian.

...

The imperial families expressed their views one by one, and the heavenly families also surrounded them.

Between Song Qing's small fingers, a little golden glow turned into a long sword, slowly appearing in her hand.

"Do it!"

With the order of Mr. Xuanmiao, the monks of the Sanskrit family had already chanted Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Under the gathering of spiritual power, a lot of lotus flowers flashed, holding these monks in the middle.

Several gods and warriors cooperated with each other and besieged Song Qingxiao.

The breath of the void realm unfolded, and Song Qingxiao was enveloped in it.

A statue of Buddha appeared and turned into thousands of Buddha statues, holding the vajra and knocking it down towards Song Qingxiao.

When the sword energy revolved, these attacks turned into extremely fierce moves, forming a net of heaven and earth.

The air pressure cap fell, Song Qing's little long tail slapped to the ground, and his body flew high.

At the same time, Shi Qiuwu also moved.

His figure flickered, and at the same time it was divided into two, and then into four, instantly turning into a dozen of the same figure, flying in front of several gods and warriors.

"Mr. Shi, there is no road ahead, it's shore to look back!"

Mr. Xuanmiao's voice seemed to carry a kind of magic at this time.

The powerful divine mind turned into an invisible restraining force, blocking Shi Qiuwu's figure.

The realm between the two is equal, and the strength is right. No one can do anything in a short time.

Shi Qiuwu blocked Mr. Xuanmiao's threat, but Song Qingxiao had to face more threats from the Void Realm.

Three divine warriors flashed, their palms turned into overwhelming power to hit them.

The golden Buddhas flashed around, and countless vajra pestles were vigorously pounded, seeming to be beheading her in an instant.

With a wave of her long sword, her spiritual power poured into Zhu Tian.

‘卬——’

In the deep roar, the dragon shadow within the long sword flashed, the sword energy mixed with the demon energy turned into a golden dragon phantom, and it turned around Song Qing's small body.

In the strong wind, the golden dragon roared, the golden dragon instantly turned into countless sword energy overflowing, impacting the sky full of Buddha shadows, entangled with them, rushing them to pieces, and cracking the first offensive of the monks of the Sanskrit family .

Before the palms of the three gods and warriors fell on Song Qingxiao's body, Wei Zhi jumped out in the empire:

"Song Qingxiao, you go to die!"

Amidst her bitter voice, her body squatted to the ground, and a layer of black scale armor was quickly covered on her limbs, and a large amount of black energy was gushing out of her body at the same time.

After these black qi appeared, it condensed into a solid body, turning into several two or three meters long, about to touch the thick legs and feet, and lift her body high.

In an instant, Wei Zhi turned into a giant black spider, only revealing her spiteful face.

The demonic energy on her body was tumbling, and after the alienation, her strength actually seemed to have broken through the blockade of a realm at once, and barely reached the cultivation base of the He Dao realm, which seemed very dangerous.

After Chu Yi died that year, she was greatly stimulated

This change caused the Wei family to startle, and subconsciously avoided.

"I want your life! I want your life!"

While Wei Zhi shouted, those long legs smashed the ground hard, crawling fast, and in the blink of an eye, they approached Song Qingxiao's back, and a long foot like a sickle struck her body high.

At this time, in front of Song Qingxiao, there were three gods and warriors in the Void Realm who closed the road, and then there was the mutant Wei Zhi. Within the soul, Yuan Ying opened his closed eyes, and his hands sealed:

"My heart is Zen, and I become a holy Buddha!"

A golden body of Maitreya, which is several feet high, flashed quickly, and while the golden light flashed, Na Maitreya clenched his hands into a fist and smashed in the direction of the three gods and warriors.

After breaking through the void, her power reached an unprecedented state.

The power of the nine-character secret order has repeatedly increased, exerting a power far beyond the elementary level of the ordinary void realm.

Namile's fist was close to firmness, and his strength drove straight forward, easily breaking the blockade placed by the three gods and warriors, and blasting to the ground.

The expressions of the three gods and warriors changed, and she didn't expect that the forces of the three of them would be easily broken by her.

Before everyone saw her with their own eyes to summon Maitreya's real body to fight against the thunder and calamity with the word'bing', they already knew that she was very powerful.

But when he really confronted her, he realized that Maitreya's punch was not as strong as a real person.

The power of the sky thumped down ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Two **** warriors retreated quickly, and one of them was too late to dodge, and his stature grew rapidly, seeming to want to use the powerful physical body of the void to take her hard.

"Hey!"

Song Qingxiao read the secret curse, and the dragon-killing power blessed the golden shadow Maitreya's fist with a layer of white light.

'boom! ’

With one blow, blood splattered.

The Void Realm God Warrior, whose body had just risen to three or four meters, was punched by the volley, and was instantly beaten to death and turned into a mass of blood.

In the blink of an eye, Song Qing killed the strong of the same rank in a small second, forced back the two **** warriors, and took the opportunity to turn around, reach out and grab it, and grabbed the mutant Wei Zhi who would sneak attack from the back in his palm.

"You are too weak!"

There was a cold voice from Maitreya's mouth.

A trace of compassion was revealed on that kind-faced face, but in the palm of the hand, it was full of killing!