Chapter 24 The Power of Spiritual Weapower

The short maple in Song Qingye's hand seemed to have a god born in an instant, resting in this small square short maple.

The god was extremely violent, and a circle of aura whirlpool was stimulated from the maze, as if he was struggling to break free from Song Qingye.

A silent roar came from it.

"Freedom! Let me go!" The roar repeated these words several times.

"Do you want to leave me? Looking for death!!!"

Song Qingye rushed to the crown angrily, pinched the short maces with his hands, and turned his magic power wildly all over his body. He was the first pure mana of cultivation and kept suppressing the short make.

The short mace was also resisting and couldn't help shooting the aura vortex. Under the collision of the two auras, they instantly merged together and were beaten into the short mace by Song Qingye.

"Does the little spiritual weapon dare to resist the master? I didn't even evolve my aura, and I still wanted to use the aura I gave you to hinder me. It's really looking for death! Let's do it this time. If there is a next time, I will directly destroy your intelligence, break up the body, and suppress it in the bottomless abyss!" Song Qingye's eyes were ferocious, and an arrogant look appeared on his face again.

On the wind platform of the outer gate of the Shimo Palace.

At this time, there were ten proud teenagers standing on the stage. These teenagers were gray and covered with blood, as if they had experienced a massacre.

Hundreds of teenagers under the stage scrambled to flatter loudly, shouting loudly, with smiles on their faces, as if it was their own grandfather standing on the stage.

Under the shadow of a big tree in the distance, there were several teenagers sitting around. These people looked at the ten people on the stage with helpless faces.

"Are there really stupid people who dare to compete for the ranking? Didn't you see that we didn't show up? One by one, they still want to be on the list of the top ten. I really don't know how the word "death" died!" One of the teenagers said coldly.

"What do you care about them? What should we do when the Lord comes?" Order a way.

"What else do you want? Of course, it's to let others be the first. Let's be the little brother.

"Well, that's right. Let's put up with it for the time being."

After a while, the new outer door stewart finally stood up.

Although the outer door stewer is also the master of a door here, it sounds very powerful, but it can be seen in the inner door, but he is a handyman leader, useless garbage dumping.

The new stewmer is a young man, with a silent expression and a calm face.

No matter who it is, he will be kicked out of the inner door and be happy.

"The time has come. Who still wants to come to the stage to compete? Come up early."

The stewman asked once and saw that no one came to power, so he took the token from his arms and walked forward.

"Hate! Are these these things on the stage the ten heroes you selected?

Suddenly, a soft shout came from the distant sky, and the voice was extremely cold.

Several people under the tree immediately changed their faces as soon as they heard the sound and jumped out and looked into the air.

"It's him, it's him who came. I didn't expect that he really hit the realm of cultivation!"

"Yes, the realm of cultivation can fly at low altitude. I didn't expect that this man had just hit the realm of cultivation and refined the magic weapon into a spiritual weapon."

"What's there? There is a criminal elder's inquiry. What is a spiritual weapon? Only a seven-grade divine elixir can make the magic weapon produce wisdom."

Several people stared at Song Qingye, who flew fast, and their eyes were full of envy.

"Get out of here, a bunch of garbage, and you deserve to stand with me!" As soon as Song Qingye stood on the Changfeng platform, he immediately flew out the short mace. The short mace trembled in the air, mixed with rolling aura, and swept at the ten teenagers fiercely.

'Bum...'

Although several teenagers also took out a magic weapon to resist, they seemed to hit the stone and were smashed in a blink of an eye!

One blow, just one blow, knocked down these ten teenagers who were about to enter the top ten list and swept them away!

The stewman's tongue was dry, and he looked at Song Qingye on the stage and was shocked.

"This brother, the rules of the outer door, can only compete for the list of ten outstanding disciples in the divine realm..."

"What are you talking about? Get out of here, too!"

Song Qing's wild vegetables beat the young man again.

When the young man saw the turbulent and powerful power on the mace, he dared not resist, and fled to the stage.

"Hahaha, who else? If you don't accept it, dare to stand up. Don't waste my time to hit the second most serious cultivation!" Song Qingye roared arrogantly.

"Haha, the second heavy? This boy really dares to think about it." At this time, the teenager under the stage laughed strangely.

"Is it you again? Zhang Shuping, are you still not convinced? Have you forgotten the lesson from last time?

"No, Brother Song's prestige has been remembered in his heart for a long time, and he dared not forget it from time to time." Zhang Shuping replied strangely.

"Kid, don't rely on having a nine-fold backer to splash around with me and provoke me. I will still beat you into a meat pie. Will that bitch dare to provoke me?"

Song Qingye said while holding the short mave in his hand and despised Zhang Shuping.

"Damn!"

Zhang Shuping's eyes were round, his eyebrows were upside down, and an anger condensed in his heart.

When Song Qingye saw that he did not dare to resist, he turned around and shouted, "Where is that Chen Ying? Get on the stage quickly. Are you afraid to come out of the majestic and domineering young master?

There was a lot of discussion under the stage. Although Chen Ying rarely appeared, many people still knew it as a disciple of the previous door stew.

"They are all cowards. From the whole outer door to the steward to the sweeping floor, it's a group of cowards. That's all for today. That boy, quickly bring the token to me!"

For a moment, Song Qingye's arrogant expression remained deeply in everyone's hearts.

"So you are Song Qingye!"

Suddenly, a crisp shout came from the bottom of the mountain. Everyone looked back and saw a boy in green, holding a black bamboo, slowly walking up, step by step through the crowd and walking to the Changfeng platform.

The person who came was Chen Ying. As soon as he came down from the back mountain, he rushed here.

If you haven't seen Chen Ying, they all stared at him curiously.

"Okay, so you dare to come. It's not in vain for that old man to help you." Song Qingye Road.

"Do you know how important Master's affection for me is to me?" Chen Ying stared at him and said.

"I don't care about your bullshit. On the island that day, I also wanted to receive you as a begget and be a slave. Who knew that the old dog dared to take you away. It is the greatest kindness to him to despise the young master and let him die.

"Is it Kaien? Well, I will kill you here today, which is also my kindness to you!"

As soon as Chen Ying's voice fell, as soon as he patted with one hand, a monster with a fish head and dragon body opened its mouth and melted out of his body, flapping nine claws and pounced on Song Qingye on the opposite side.

Seeing this, Song Qingye grinned at the corners of his mouth, picked up the short mave and greeted him.

'Boom!'

The aura of the mace collided with this ancestral dragon shadow.

Two completely different auras suddenly converged, and then burst out a dazzling colored light. In an instant, the virtual shadow ancestral dragon turned into thousands of water drops and dissipated between heaven and earth. The short mace seemed to have only been injured, and the sound of pain came from the inside.

"Pure aura? I didn't expect you to break the virtual world!" Song Qingye saw at a glance that the aura contained in the unknown yellow water in front of him was extremely pure.

"What!" Everyone under the stage was shocked when they heard Song Qingye's words.

"One weight of cultivation!" Zhang Shuping was silently looking at the teenager on the stage, and his heart was also uneven.

Seeing that it had no effect, Chen Ying tried her best to derive several Xuanyin true watered Zulong virtual shadows from her body and attacked Song Qingye.

These dragons are flying in the air, with their teeth and claws. Although they all have a fish head, they look extremely horrible.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and flying dragons were entangled together and rushed to Song Qingye.

Song Qingye blocked it, but he did not prevent these dragons from attacking together, but its power increased many times. Unexpectedly, he couldn't stop it and retreated repeatedly.

"Jingle, although dozens of dragon claws have not yet condensed into a perfect shape, they can be hit on the short mace and splashed with countless sparks."

"Damn! Give it big!"

Song Qing's ambition was impatient. With a loud shout, the short mace rose out of thin air, became several times bigger, and suddenly flew out of his palm, like an Optimus Prime giant, hitting the flying dragon combination in front of him fiercely.

'Boom!'

The sound was great, and the short mave stood in the air like a god. Several flying dragons that could not force it back were smashed and returned to heaven and earth.

The size is satisfactory. This is an ability after the magic weapon hits the spiritual weapon. It can be at any size and its power changes naturally. However, the degree of change of the spiritual weapon is extremely limited, unlike the magic weapon. It is refined to the extreme and penetrates the sky and the earth. You can directly beat the enemy into a meat pie without the power of the magic weapon body!