Emperor Song said with a smile: "In order to seek a little supernatural power, people in the world will often do whatever it takes, there are crazy people, there are people who fall into the way of evil demons, there are countless people with mutilated bodies, life and soul can be abandoned, even the qualification to reincarnate as a human being, reincarnation and reincarnation can be abandoned, you can get such a great supernatural power, what is there to be reluctant to do a little change in appearance?" ”

"No, no, that's different, others pursue whatever they like, I don't care, I'm different from them, I don't pursue anything, I just want to live this life in peace and joy with Miaoying in the yang world, and I will be content."

A hint of surprise flashed in Emperor Song's eyes: "Doesn't that woman named Miaoying have the appearance of a sinking fish and a goose, and the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon?" You are so confused that you don't even want your own life and supernatural powers to protect her? ”

Zhao Qingsong shook his head and said: "Yan Jun's words are not right, although Miaoying is indeed very beautiful, but it is too late to say that she sinks fish and geese, and closes the moon and is ashamed of flowers, but she is not a peerless beauty in Alluring City, and she is also shorter, but she is the person I have determined to protect for the rest of her life, I also like what she has become, even if there are women in the world who are more beautiful than her and more charming than her, what does it have to do with me?" ”

A look of pity flashed in Emperor Song's eyes, and he laughed and said, "Good! A good person who guards his life, time is running out, let's start passing on the gong now! ”

Emperor Song's gesture changed like flying, and the eyes in his forehead opened open, and the seven-colored streamer hit Zhao Qingsong's forehead directly.

After Zhao Qingsong's newly-born eyes squirmed for a while, he also opened his eyes suddenly, sucking in all the seven-colored streamers!

Zhao Qingsong only felt that his brain was in sharp pain as if he had been pricked by a needle, and he couldn't help but scream loudly!

Emperor Song was unmoved, his hand changed like a wheel, and the seven-colored streamer was also thick and thin, all of which shot into Zhao Qingsong's forehead.

Ten hours later, the exhausted Emperor Song finally stopped preaching.

Zhao Qingsong was relieved from the pain and looked at his new body a little strangely.

Emperor Song's tall body had shrunk by four zhang at this time, and had become less than twenty zhang tall.

And Zhao Qingsong has become a little giant with a height of more than four zhang at this time.

Constantly familiar with the already somewhat unfamiliar body, Zhao Qingsong had a sense of dislocation.

It felt like the massive body was no longer his own, but something he had just borrowed.

Hands and feet don't feel so dexterous.

Looking at the jagged golden scales on the back of his hand, touching the small scales on his face that have become different from the concave and convex, and looking at the outer edge of the sharpened soles of his feet, Zhao Qingsong felt that it was not that he had become bigger, but that Emperor Song was changing himself.

Looking at Emperor Song who was sitting on the side with his eyes slightly closed, Zhao Qingsong thought of Zhu Miaoying's innocent smiling face again, turned his heart sideways, carried the Huangquan ghost method, and flew into the Huangquan River.

At this time, he is more than four feet tall, and the water of the Huangquan River is not above his head, and at this time his magic power has become a small success, and the pain in the water of the Huangquan River has been greatly weakened.

After staying in the water of the Huangquan River for several hours, the Song Emperor once again dragged Zhao Qingsong out to pass on his skills.

And so on and so forth, and the six days passed in a flash.

By the sixth day, Zhao Qingsong had already turned into a mighty statue with a height of twenty-four zhang and two horns, and Emperor Song was less than a zhang tall at this time.

The reversal of the two situations made Zhao Qingsong feel a sense of dislocation.

With such a huge body, every move carries incomparable power!

Zhao Qingsong felt that the entire underworld seemed to be under his control, and with a little force, he could tear the sky, stomp the earth, wave the mountains, and attract the Huangquan River!

This piece of heaven and earth seems to be connected with his mind, no matter what he wants to do, as long as he has his heart, all things in heaven and earth will do their best to help him do it!

Shipped to heaven and earth are all together!

Zhao Qingsong felt that he had never been so happy, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and yell: "Ah!! ”

With this roar, the mountains retreated, and the gray mist dispersed!

Everything, including the Huangquan River beside him, was like his most loyal subordinates, and he retreated three thousand zhang very meekly, opening the field for the new king of the underworld, and letting him move his hands and feet!

Zhao Qingsong 'hmm', pulled away from the horse, pulled his arms apart, made a 'advance and retreat' punch, the last blow, and stomped on the ground, only to hear the sound of 'click', and the dungeon cracked a huge hole thousands of feet long and unfathomable.

Zhao Qingsong didn't expect that his foot would be so powerful, he hurriedly closed his foot to the middle, and there was a 'cluck' sound, and the huge bottomless crack instantly closed again, as if it had never appeared!

Zhao Qingsong looked at his hands in disbelief, and smirked: "Is this the power of the Underworld Yan Jun!" It's amazing! It's amazing! ”

Emperor Song opened his eyes weakly, looked up at Zhao Qingsong, looked at him for a long time, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile that was not happy or sad: "Not bad!" Not bad! You are indeed a unique hero! Now that I've passed on all my magical powers to you, you're three points stronger than when I was at my peak! Now I will pass on the last supernatural power to you, and then pass on to you your method of breaking the boundary, you go back to the yang world to find your body, and then go to get the soul snatcher, as long as you kill Yu Tengqi, at that time, you will be the master of the underworld of the entire Huaxia Continent, and the entire underworld will be under your control, no, it should be said that it is the lord of the three worlds of the heavenly realm, the human realm and the earth realm, and at that time, you can save whoever you want, and do whatever you want! ”

Zhao Qingsong nodded and asked, "What about you, Yu Yanjun?" Can you find a place to hide first, and after I kill Yu Tengqi, you can slowly cultivate your supernatural powers back? ”

Emperor Song laughed: "What is the use of leaving residual stains?" ”

Zhao Qingsong showed a look of astonishment.

Emperor Song looked up at Zhao Qingsong, who was already towering into the clouds, with a look of great satisfaction on his face.

Zhao Qingsong suddenly frowned and moved his limbs, and asked in a muffled voice: "Yu Yanjun, I always feel that this body can't fully exert its strength, and I always feel that when I use my full strength, this body is a little obedient, what is the reason for this?" ”

He clearly remembered that when Emperor Song was fighting with Yu Tengqi, he even dragged out the eighteen layers of hell with a raised hand, and his current power was far inferior!

There's a problem here, there's a big problem!

Zhao Qingsong keenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this Fa.

Although it is said that this Song Emperor is kind and honest from beginning to end, but a Yan Jun of the underworld who has lived for more than 500 years has nothing to do, do you believe it?

The corners of Emperor Song's mouth showed a meaningful smile: "This is okay, because there is still the last step left, and in less than two hours, my 'Huangquan Infusing Body Dafa' will be completely completed, and at that time, you will be able to use this magic power, and after using this law, you will be as happy as you like, come on, without further ado, let Ben Yan Jun pass on the credit to you for the last time!" ”

Saying this, he couldn't help but say it, and the eyes in his forehead were one, and the seven-colored streamers swarmed in, and Zhao Qingsong, who was actually stabbed, retreated backwards again and again!

This time, the seven-color streamer was extraordinarily thick and extraordinarily bright, and as soon as the seven-color streamer shot out this time, Emperor Song's figure was like a deflated ball, rapidly shrinking!

After Zhao Qingsong accepted this seven-colored streamer, he only felt that his head seemed to explode at any time, a powerful impact, his head buzzed, and his mind gradually blurred, completely looking like he was about to collapse!

Zhao Qingsong was shocked that something was wrong, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the seven-colored streamer, and said hurriedly: "Yu Yanjun, something is wrong, you stop first!" ”

"Stop? How can you stop at such a critical juncture? "Emperor Song not only didn't stop the speed of the seven-color streamer, but shot it even faster!

"Emperor Song, stop quickly, what are you going to do?" Zhao Qingsong asked loudly in pain.

The seven-colored streamer tumbled and rolled, condensing the image of a long-bearded middle-aged man wearing a cyan nine-clawed dragon robe and a nine-colored bead curtain crown on his head.

I saw that the man's eyes were like lightning, and he looked at Zhao Qingsong with a chuckle: "There is nothing else to do, only immortality!" ”