The Emperor of the Song Dynasty smiled and said: "In order to obtain a little magical power, people in the world will often use any means. There are some crazy people, some people who fall into the path of evil spirits, and there are countless people with broken bodies. Their lives and souls can be discarded like shoes. , you can even give up the qualifications to reincarnate as a human being, and reincarnation. If you can obtain such a promising magical power, why would you want to give up a little change in appearance?"
"No, no, that's different. Others can pursue whatever they want. I don't care. I'm different from them. I don't pursue anything. I just want Miaoying and I to live out this life in peace and joy in the world, and that's enough. .”
A trace of surprise flashed in Emperor Song's eyes: "Does that woman named Miaoying have the appearance of a fish and a wild goose? She is so confused that you want to protect her even at the cost of your own life and magical power?" "
Zhao Qingsong shook his head and said: "What Yan Jun said is wrong. Although Miaoying is indeed very beautiful, it is too much to say that she is as beautiful as a fish and a wild goose, and she is not a peerless beauty. She is tall and beautiful. She is also a little shorter, but she is the person I have decided to protect for the rest of my life, and I like how she looks like. Even if there is a woman in the world who is more beautiful 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: "Okay! Such a person who protects his whole life. Time is running out. Let's start teaching the skills now!"
The Emperor Song's gestures were changing like flying, and his magic eyes suddenly opened, and the seven-color stream of light hit Zhao Qingsong's forehead.
After the newly formed magic eyes in Zhao Qingsong's forehead squirmed for a while, they suddenly opened their doors and sucked in all the seven-colored light!
Zhao Qingsong felt a sharp pain in his brain as if being stabbed by a needle, and couldn't help but scream loudly!
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty remained unmoved, his hand movements changed like a wheel, and the seven-color stream of light suddenly became thicker and thinner, all of which shot into Zhao Qingsong's forehead.
Ten hours later, the exhausted Emperor Song finally stopped teaching the exercises.
Zhao Qingsong was relieved from the pain and looked at his new body strangely.
Emperor Song's tall body had shrunk by four feet and became less than twenty feet tall.
And Zhao Qingsong has now turned into a little giant with a height of more than four feet.
Zhao Qingsong felt a sense of dislocation as he continued to become familiar with the already unfamiliar body.
It felt like this huge body was no longer his own, but one he had just borrowed.
My hands and feet feel less flexible when moving.
Looking at the rugged golden scales on the back of his hands, touching the tiny scales on his face that had become different in concave and convex, and looking at the sharp outer edges of his feet, Zhao Qingsong felt that it wasn't that he was getting bigger, but that Emperor Song was changing into himself. .
Looking at the Song Emperor who was sitting aside with his eyes slightly closed, Zhao Qingsong thought of Zhu Miaoying's innocent smiling face again. He raised his heart, activated the ghost skills of Huangquan, and jumped into the Huangquan River.
At this time, he was more than four feet tall, and the water of the Huangquan River was barely above his head. Moreover, at this time, he had already achieved a small level of magical power. The pain in the Huangquan River was greatly weakened. At this time, he had gradually reached a better state in practicing this magical power. , the time in the Huangquan River became no longer difficult, and became purely a help to refine the body.
After staying in the Huangquan River for several hours, the Song Emperor once again pulled Zhao Qingsong out to teach him the skills.
In this cycle, six days passed by in a flash.
By the sixth day, Zhao Qingsong had transformed into a mighty Dharma statue with a height of twenty-four feet and two horns, while Emperor Song was already less than one foot tall.
The situation between the two was reversed, which gave Zhao Qingsong a sense of dislocation.
With such a huge body, every move and every move carries unparalleled power!
Zhao Qingsong felt that the entire underworld seemed to be under his control. As long as he used a little force, he could tear the sky, crush the earth, wave the mountains, and stir up the Huangquan River!
This world seems to be connected with his mind. No matter what he wants to do, as long as he sets his mind to it, everything in the world will do its best to help him do it!
The heaven and the earth all work together to bring luck!
Zhao Qingsong felt that he had never been so happy before, and couldn't help shouting to the sky: "Ah!!!"
With this roar, the mountains retreated and the gray mist dispersed!
Everything, including the Huangquan River beside him, acted like his most loyal subordinates, meekly retreating three thousand feet, leaving an open space for the new king of the underworld to move his hands and feet!
Zhao Qingsong let out a "huh" sound, stepped back on his horse, stretched his arms, and performed a series of "advance and retreat" punches. With the last blow, he stomped on the ground with all his strength. He only heard a "click" sound, and the hell opened. A huge hole was opened that was thousands of feet long and unfathomable.
Zhao Qingsong didn't expect that his foot would be so powerful. He hurriedly moved his foot to the middle, and there was another "clack" sound. The bottomless huge crack closed instantly, as if it had never existed before. Appeared in general!
Zhao Qingsong looked at his hands in disbelief, and said with a silly smile: "Is this the power of Lord Yan of the Underworld! So powerful! So powerful!"
Emperor Song weakly opened his eyes, looked up at Zhao Qingsong, looked at him for a long time, and showed a smile that was neither happy nor sad, and the meaning was unclear: "Not bad! Not bad! You are indeed an unparalleled hero! Now I have passed on all my magical powers to you, and you are three points stronger than when I was at my peak! Now I will pass on the last of my magical powers to you, and then I will pass on your method of breaking the world, and you will find yours when you return to the underworld. body, and then get the soul-stealing gun. As long as you kill Feng Tengqi, by then, you will be the Lord of the Underworld of the entire Chinese continent, and the entire underworld will be under your control. No, it should be said that the heaven, human world and Lord of the Three Realms of the Earth Realm, you can save whoever you want to save at that time, and you can do whatever you want to do!"
Zhao Qingsong nodded and asked: "What about you, Yu Yanjun? Can you find a place to hide first, and after I kill Feng Tengqi, you can slowly return to your magical powers?"
The Emperor of Song Dynasty laughed loudly: "What's the use of keeping the remaining stains?"
Zhao Qingsong showed a hint of astonishment.
Emperor Song looked up at Zhao Qingsong, who was already towering into the clouds, with a look of extreme satisfaction on his face.
Zhao Qingsong suddenly frowned, moved his limbs, and asked in a thunderous voice: "Yu Yanjun, I always feel that this body cannot fully exert its power. I always feel that when it is exerted with all its strength, this body is a bit weak Listen to me, what’s the reason for this?”
He clearly remembered that when Emperor Song was fighting with Feng Tengqi, he raised his hand and even pulled out the eighteenth level of hell. His current power is far inferior!
There is a problem here, a big problem!
Zhao Qingsong keenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this spell.
Although this Emperor of the Song Dynasty looked peaceful and down-to-earth from beginning to end, do you believe that a Lord of Hell who has lived for more than five hundred years has no tricks?
A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Emperor Song's mouth: "It doesn't matter, because now is the last step. In less than two hours, my 'Yellow Spring Irrigation Technique' will be completely completed. By then, you will have great magical powers and can use this After the death of the deputy master, you will no longer be as happy as you want. Come on, without further ado, let me, Lord Yama, pass on my merits to you for the last time!"
Saying these words, he couldn't help but speak. His eyes opened in his forehead, and seven-colored streams of light swarmed in, stinging Zhao Qingsong backwards continuously!
This time the seven-color streamer was extra thick and bright, and as soon as the seven-color streamer shot out, Emperor Song's body shrank rapidly like a deflated rubber ball!
After Zhao Qingsong accepted this seven-color stream of light, he felt as if his head was going to explode at any time. The powerful impact made his head buzz, and his mind gradually became blurred, and he looked like he was about to collapse. The posture!
Zhao Qingsong was shocked to realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the seven-color stream of light, and said anxiously: "Yu Yanjun, something is wrong, please stop it first!"
"Stop? How can we stop at such a critical juncture?" Emperor Song not only did not stop the speed of the seven-color stream of light, but it also shot in even faster!
"Emperor Song, stop quickly, what are you going to do?" Zhao Qingsong asked loudly and in unbearable pain.
The seven-color stream of light rolled and rolled, condensing into the image of a long-bearded middle-aged man wearing a green nine-claw dragon robe and a nine-color bead curtain crown.
The man's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he looked at Zhao Qingsong with a chuckle: "There is nothing else but immortality!"
