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Then Song Qingshu's figure flashed and fluttered on the guardian array.

Everywhere he went, the place he chose was the weak point of the formation that he had just scanned.

Then Song Qingshu made dozens of palm prints.

The terrifying sonic boom continuously floated under the sky, spreading towards the surrounding fields.

Brush it!

The sound of a broken mirror came from the guardian array.

The group of crows who repaired the protective formation could no longer keep up with the speed at which Song Qingshu smashed the protective formation.

One after another.

The guardian array was shattered, and the entire guardian array turned into a burst of mustard powder, floating in the sky and the world.

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect looked at this scene with a pale face, and was taken aback for a moment.

Then he started coughing crazily.

A very unhealthy blush appeared on his face.

Then he started bleeding from his ears.

The nose started to bleed.

Beads of blood rolled out of the eye sockets.

The corner of the mouth also overflowed with blood.

Each of his coughs is extremely strenuous, so every time he coughs, he coughs up internal organs.

The ground was dark and extremely disgusting.

He raised his head with great effort, looked at Song Qingshu, exhausted his last strength and asked in a whisper: "Why is this?"

Song Qingshu coughed lightly, cleared his throat, then opened his lips and said:

"It's not that I think I'm so powerful, I think I'm very high on myself."

Song Qingshu returned to the ground, and the bloody clothes no longer flew around.

He dropped his hands naturally, walked into the sect of the Black Feather Evil Sect, and looked at the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect who had collapsed on the ground.

Song Qingshu sneered:

"It's that the place where you are is really too humble."

"Mo Xiejia told you that the power of the world cannot destroy this array?"

"with all due respect."

"Even Mo Xiejia's position is too humble."

"What does it mean that the power in the world cannot break through? He doesn't even know what power is."

After listening to Song Qingshu's words.

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect who was bleeding from seven orifices suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Qingshu fiercely: "No!"

"This Tianluo God Formation is the strongest defensive formation in the world."

"It implies the power of heaven."

"In the human world of this world, even Master Mo Xiejia can't break through the formation."

Song Qingshu chuckled and shook his head:

"Then how did I break through this formation?"

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect coughed up blood again:

"Because you are not from this world, you are not in the world!"

"That's why you were able to break through this formation, hahaha, the Black Feather Evil Sect is invincible in this world!"

Song Qingshu's index finger was connected to the middle finger and slightly bent down.

Hey.

With a soft sound, the finger wind directly shattered the head of the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

All of a sudden, the brain burst, and the skull became debris all over the floor.

"You may be right. I'm not from this world, so I can break through your formation."

"But since I can break through your formation, what are you talking about invincible?"

"The Black Feather Evil Sect is bound to be destroyed today."

"I suddenly felt soft-hearted, so you don't have to thank me for not letting you see that scene."

Song Qingshu's bloody clothes fluttered as he walked past the corpse lying on the ground.

Standing in front of the gate of the Black Feather Evil Sect, he smiled and said:

"Next, it's time to slaughter the sect."

Chapter 385

It's time to eat, I'm hungry.

It's time to open an umbrella, the rain is coming.

It's time to go out, pack up.

It's time to slaughter the sect and bleed.

The first three sentences of this paragraph are naturally plain and harmonious.

However, the horror of the last sentence makes no one can't help frowning.

Because this sentence is simply too terrible.

too scary.

Hell Shura may still have some emotions before killing people.

Or the thrill of killing.

Or the tense guilt of killing another,

Or the slight tremor when waving the death scythe in his hand.

No matter what, Hell Shura will definitely have emotions.

It is impossible to be indifferent like ice and snow, and stand tall like a mountain.

But Song Qingshu was not.

when he said this.

Although there was a faint smile on his face.

But the chill in the depths of his pupils, like a world of ice and snow, swept across the world in an instant.

After the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect died.

The strongest of the entire Black Feather Evil Sect is only a strong who has half-stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm.

But in the eyes of Song Qingshu today.

A strong person who has half-stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm is the same as a weak person in the First Stage of the Golden Core Realm.

Anyway, in Song Qingshu's hand, he couldn't even hold a palm.

They couldn't even compete with Song Qingshu's eyesight.

Gaze.

One fell to the ground.

A pool of blood.

A pile of rotten meat.

Song Qingshu just looked around.

puff!

puff!

puff……

With the slight swing of Song Qingshu's pupils.

The heads of several people standing around Song Qingshu's body exploded directly.

It turned into a pile of mud on the ground, and the head was smashed into a pool of blood, which was extremely desolate and miserable.

"Song Qingshu! How dare you do that!"

"It's all right to break through the guardian formation, how dare you be so arrogant in the Black Feather Evil Sect."

"Could it be that you're really not afraid of Master Mo Xiejia's anger?!"

Just when Song Qingshu was about to lift his foot and take a step forward.

A gray-haired old man of the ninth level of Jindan squeezed out of the crowd of disciples of the Black Feather Evil Sect, pointed at Song Qingshu's nose and cursed.

While cursing.

The white-haired old man threw away hundreds of silver needles.

Hundreds of silver needles scattered into the vitality of heaven and earth where Song Qingshu stood.

It is like a drizzle gradually scattered by the summer wind.

The drizzle was endless, blowing away everything before the drizzle.

It is really commendable that Jindan Ninth Layer can have such combat power.

But Song Qingshu had seen Xia Houli's simple iron spear, and the softly chirping bow and arrow of the gray-clothed old man.