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Chapter 416

A cloud of sand rained down from the sky, like a river breaking its embankment, out of control.

Countless bright grains of sand spewed out from the golden dragon's mouth. It seemed that each grain of sand was glittering with gold, but in fact each grain of sand was absolutely transparent.

In every grain of sand, there is infinite coercion.

If someone is standing under the sand and rain at this time, then even if his spirit has not collapsed, it must be almost the same.

At first glance it appears to be just a rain of sand grains.

But the falling of each grain of sand is like a flying scythe of the god of death falling on the neck of everyone on the ground.

puff.

puff.

puff.

For every grain of sand that fell on the casual cultivator's body, a blood hole would definitely appear on the casual cultivator's head.

With a soft sound, brain matter and blood will spurt out from the blood hole.

Then came the muffled sound of Sanxiu's body falling to the ground.

Countless grains of sand blow towards Song Qingshu.

However, misty clouds and mists appeared on Song Qingshu's body.

No matter how strange and powerful the sands were, they were blown away by the clouds around Song Qingshu's body.

"The guy who killed the scholar, I didn't expect you to be quite capable."

Seeing that Jinsha didn't do anything to Song Qingshu, the golden dragon couldn't help but murmured in surprise.

Song Qingshu jokingly smiled:

"If you have no other skills, then it's my turn to make a move?"

Hearing this, the golden dragon roared again:

"Stop looking down on people!"

Then in the sky, the golden dragon's head moved forward slowly, and after an unknown amount of time, the slender dragon body finally poked out of the huge golden door.

Those fine and bright mirror-like scales on the golden dragon's body kept rubbing against the pale clouds, making a hissing and thundering sound.

After rubbing against the pale clouds, the dragon scale rubbed against the air again, and golden flames bloomed in the sky ten thousand feet high.

As the golden dragon gradually appeared in full shape, the coercion covering the entire world became as heavy as iron.

More and more terrifying coercion descended on the world, upon Song Qingshu.

However, although the human world in this world has begun to become unstable.

But Song Qingshu still stood proudly, never wavering.

As the golden dragon protruded from the golden gate, it became bigger and bigger.

The dragon's breath falling from its mouth to the human world has also become stronger and stronger.

In the beginning, the golden sand was just pure grains of sand, but now the golden sand is composed of countless fine golden gravels.

What's even more strange is that these golden gravels, which contained infinite coercion, fell to the ground, and did not ignite a raging fire like before.

Now it is like a real grain of sand, being blown by the wind and dancing everywhere.

But it doesn't mean that there is no power if there is no raging fire. The dragon's breath like golden sand fell on the world and on the corpses of countless casual cultivators who died tragically.

As a result, many tiny cracks suddenly appeared on the corpses of those casual cultivators who had begun to sleep forever.

Dozens of dragon's breath sands fell on Tang Xun and Li Zhan's bodies, and their Taoist robes split instantly.

Dozens of extremely thin blood holes suddenly appeared on the bodies of the two of them, which were as hard as stone.

This time the cloud and mist on Song Qingshu's body could not disperse Jinsha as it did at the beginning.

As a result, those golden sands composed of countless tiny golden hui debris pierced through Song Qingshu's body, and then hit Song Qingshu's face.

sough.

There were a few rustling sounds on Song Qingshu's face, which made him somewhat displeased and annoyed.

boom!

Because I don't like it.

So Song Qingshu didn't want to endure anything.

He directly raised the Zixue soft sword in his hand, and slashed at the sky.

The blade of the purple blood soft sword cut through the air, and there was a loud noise.

With the endless killing intent of Song Qingshu when he was dissatisfied, the sword qi cut through the infinite sands that filled the sky.

Then the sword intent went straight into the sky.

Break through the heavy clouds above the sky.

Following a dull thunder-like roar and the scream of the golden dragon, the volcanic horn of the golden dragon was cut off directly.

"Roar! How dare you offend God's Wrath!"

"If this world hadn't been suppressing my realm at the sixth level of Yuanying, Song Qingshu, you would have died long ago!"

After the volcanic dragon's horn was cut off by Song Qingshu's sword, the golden dragon immediately circled and roared ferociously in the sky.

Every time the roar came out, the sky would always sink and tremble.

The golden dragon's roar didn't stop, so the sky trembled all the time, and it didn't stop for a long time.

After cutting off the dragon's horn with a single sword, Song Qingshu's face was still extremely solemn:

"I have killed many people in my life, but I have never slayed a dragon!"

Say it.

Song Qingshu kicked his legs on the ground violently.

Suddenly, a wave of dust and smoke several feet high was splashed on the ground.

Then Song Qingshu's figure went straight up to the blue sky, flying thousands of feet, and his figure rushed towards the golden dragon like lightning.

Anyone who dared to stand had both knees broken and was about to die.

However, in the brightest place above the world, there is a thin figure of a man.

Using his own figure to express his contempt and disdain for his so-called kingdom of God.

This is contempt for the golden dragon, this is a provocation to the majesty of the kingdom of God, and it is an unforgivable blasphemy.

As a result, in Jinlong's calm and indifferent eyes like a lake of light, a divine fire of incomparable anger burned.

At this time, if someone could see the scenery in the golden dragon's eyes, they would definitely be able to see the scene where Song Qingshu's figure was burned into black charcoal by the divine fire.

The golden dragon looked up angrily, and a long and serious dragon chant came out from the dragon's mouth.

After the roar of the dragon resounded through the heaven and the earth, Song Qingshu was greeted by a terrifying dragon's breath.

Countless fiery rays of light mixed with crystal-clear golden gravel spewed out from the dragon's head at a height of tens of thousands of feet, blowing towards the ground of the world.

Due to the abnormal anger, the power contained in this dragon's breath is even stronger than before.

The air where the dragon's breath passed began to burn, and a white projection appeared on the earth.

Li Zhan collapsed to the ground due to severe pain, so he could see this strange and shocking scene in the air.

He watched the endless dragon's breath coming with fire and light, his face changed drastically, and he yelled in extreme panic: "Song Daoyou, be careful!"

Seeing the overwhelming dragon breath coming towards him, Song Qingshu's expression remained indifferent.

"The artistic conception of Kun is invincible by all laws!"

After Song Qingshu roared angrily, a film composed of pure Kun's artistic conception suddenly appeared in the air in front of him.

Golden gravel fell from the sky and came to Song Qingshu.

Then, after a few hissing sounds, the golden sand all over the sky disappeared without a trace.

The light and heat among those golden gravels also disappeared in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

That film seemed to have turned into a lake, a hot lake about to erupt from the volcano.

It's like turning into a sea, the hot sea before the extreme northern cold region freezes.

And the golden dragon's breath was like a slightly cold ice cube, instantly melted by Song Qingshu without a trace.

After Song Qingshu melted countless grains of sand, he climbed to the sky step by step!

Chapter 417

The strength of the golden dragon was suppressed by the laws of the world that Song Qingshu stood by.

Therefore, no matter how strong its main body is, it is impossible to break through the sixth stage of the Nascent Soul.

However, Song Qingshu had already beheaded Mo Xiejia, who was also in the sixth stage of Yuanying, to death.

So Song Qingshu is extremely confident that he can cut the golden dragon under the sword.

At this time, the film in front of Song Qingshu is Song Qingshu's breath of Kunyi compressed to the extreme.

All the Jinhui dragon breaths that attacked Song Qingshu were deconstructed into the smallest particles of the world by this invisible power of Kun.

In the end, it melted into this world and was purified into dust and foam flying all over the sky.

The picture of this scene looks very simple, so it looks extremely weird.

The dragon's breath is already clear and pure enough.

In this world, there shouldn't be anything more clear and pure than it.