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"You, tell me, where is the arsenal of the Black Steel Army?"

Under the setting sun like blood, Song Qingshu pointed at a warrior in ordinary heavy armor among dozens of people with his sword, and spoke.

After today's battle, Song Qingshu not only felt physically and mentally exhausted.

And somewhere in the dark, Song Qingshu seemed to have seen the threshold of the Nine Layer Golden Elixir.

The ninth golden dragon above his golden core was already faintly visible in the thick clouds and fog.

Song Qingshu knew.

He only needs one more step to step from the eighth level of Jindan to the ninth level of Jindan, and finally even meet at the gate of the Nascent Soul Realm.

To further control the aura of the avenue between heaven and earth, step into the realm of heaven and man, and in order to do this, Song Qingshu must have a large supply of pure energy.

And it has to go faster and faster.

Opportunities can be missed at any time.

If Song Qingshu doesn't seize this opportunity.

Then I am afraid that the ninth golden dragon above the golden core will be hidden in the thick fog again.

and satisfy the above conditions.

Apart from the military depot used by the Black Steel Army to store all kinds of cultivating tools, there is probably no other place.

"Hmph! You... You are dreaming, even if I die here, how can the General Office tell you!"

The person pointed at by Song Qingshu's sword was slightly stunned, and then roared and cursed at Song Qingshu.

There were foam stars splashing from his mouth, matching his impassioned speech.

Coupled with his blushing scolding, this man's scolding sounds are quite majestic and righteous.

However, Song Qingshu, who was being scolded by him, just frowned slightly: "Say it or not?"

The man was righteous and raised his head proudly:

"Do not say!"

Song Qingshu lightly waved the Zixue soft sword in his hand.

From a distance of tens of feet, he waved the purple blood soft sword in his hand to the man.

Don't cut, don't chop, don't smash, don't cut.

The Zixue soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand was out of shape, just like an ordinary person wielding a wooden pole at will.

Then there was an incomparably lingering murderous aura, flying towards that person.

Brush it!

The man's already thin armor was as fragile and soft as grass under this killing intent.

Then a blood hole appeared in his abdomen, and gurgling blood flowed out of his abdomen.

"what!"

Seeing the blood flowing from his abdomen, the man roared in horror, his face was pale and bloodless.

Song Qingshu didn't finish his sword, and slapped the man's head again.

There was a snap.

Then the man's skull and eyeballs flew across the air.

Song Qingshu crushed the man's eyes, his expression was as indifferent as snow:

"Noisy."

Then Song Qingshu raised his sword again, and pointed at another person:

"Are you going to die like him?"

"You still have to tell me obediently, where is the military depot of the Black Steel Army?"

The calf of the person pointed at by Song Qingshu's sword trembled slightly.

He swallowed, the sword in his hand trembling violently:

"Ah... the military depot, in the south of this mountain... halfway up the mountain..."

The strong man in yellow heavy armor yelled:

"Shut up, are you still..."

Song Qingshu's palms are used as blades, and there is a saber energy cutting out from the palms.

Brush it.

The armor of the strong yellow man was shattered, and a terrifying wound appeared on his neck.

Then the neck of the strong man in yellow heavy armor tilted, and his head fell to the ground.

Song Qingshu raised his leg and kicked his head away, his eyes were indifferent: "You can rest assured that if anyone dares to stop you from speaking, I will be the first to blame you!"

Seeing this, the person pointed at by Song Qingshu's sword really wanted to cry but had no tears.

The faith in his heart made him shut up and die generously.

But Song Qingshu, who was more terrifying than Shura, forced him to abandon his beliefs.

"You just said, where is halfway up the mountain?"

Song Qingshu looked at the man whose calves couldn't help shaking, cleared his throat, and asked.

The man pursed his lips.

In the end, he watched Song Qingshu's Zixue soft sword tremble slightly, and the line of defense in his heart collapsed: "There is a bamboo forest in the cave halfway up the mountain, and beside the bamboo forest is the Eighteen Magic Circle of the Black Steel Army."

"Outside the magic circle are the seven elders of the Black Steel Army guarding it."

"After walking through the magic circle and the seven elders, there is a secret cave."

"The background of the Black Steel Army over the years is all in the secret cave."

heard.

Song Qingshu showed a satisfied smile on his face.

So Song Qingshu inserted the Zixue soft sword into the scabbard behind him.

He stretched out his hand and patted the man's shoulder, then turned and left.

The sunset is like blood.

Song Qingshu walked towards the military depot under the bleak setting sun.

He's not heartbroken.

The heartbroken man was behind Song Qingshu.

They looked at Song Qingshu's leaving back, unable to lift the sword in their hands no matter what.

So this incomparably beautiful scenery is more cruel to them than being in hell.

Perhaps the pressure of the collapse of faith is too great.

Then someone raised the sword.

puff!

Someone drew his sword and killed himself.

So one after another followed suit.

Chapter 371 Two or three things about the bamboo forest

It is naturally impossible for Song Qingshu to know what happened on the mountain.

He who has seen the ninth stage of Jindan, now only wants to further improve his realm quickly and then stabilize it.

Everything else is no longer important to Song Qingshu.

There is a bamboo forest in front of the military depot of the Black Steel Army.

The bamboo forest looks extraordinarily beautiful in the slanting sunset.

When the breeze comes, the whole bamboo forest tilts down, like a green ocean.

Song Qingshu's figure walked through it.

He looked serious, not like a tourist looking at the beauty of the bamboo forest.

So it can only be a person who is not kind.

Zhulin didn't seem to welcome Song Qingshu.

When he took a few steps into the bamboo forest, a few bamboo leaves fell on Song Qingshu's shoulder.

A big cut was made in Song Qing's shabby blood-colored gown.

Then, under Song Qingshu's feet, a strange white light rose like a thick fog.

There were several icy sword winds around him.

A clear light flickered above his head.

The eighteen large formations hidden in the depths of the bamboo forest showed their supernatural powers at this moment.

Some of them were lock sky formations, so the white light under Song Qingshu's feet turned into fetters.

Some of them were pure knife arrays, so the bamboo leaves flying all over the sky turned into thousands of knives.

Some of them were sealing formations, so Song Qingshu felt an unusually heavy feeling from the clear light above his head.

"Turn on and scan!"

Just as the shackles were to be worn on Song Qingshu's legs.

The bamboo leaves flying all over the sky have to be chopped down.

When several heavy beams of clear light came to suppress it.