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Each path is a full and hearty work by the old man in gray.

But the killing intent that suddenly appeared in the world now was so terrifying and invincible.

Thick clouds on the dome of the mountain cover the sun behind the clouds.

The vitality of the world around the portal, the space trembling slightly.

Looking at the killing intent fluctuations around Song Qing's body.

The old man in grey had such a feeling.

He felt that Song Qingshu should be invincible.

Because now shrouded in the world is not the sun shining all things.

It was not the endless killing intent released from Song Qingshu.

But Song Qingren.

He just stood there, looking down at the earth like a god.

Beyond everything, unreasonable coercion.

Invisible, shrouded in the hearts of everyone present.

This coercion is not the oppression of the upper ones on the lower ones.

It's the emperor's shock to civilians!

Song Qingshu glanced lightly at the people present, so some people couldn't help their legs become weak.

Attempt to bow down...

The iron bows in the hands of dozens of Yuan Ying experts shattered into mustard powder under the flood of killing intent.

The endless killing intent pierced their falcon-like eyes, so they screamed and covered their eyes and fell to the ground.

There was blood flowing from their eyes.

The Ling Xie Iron Sword that broke through the air was corroded out instantly in the killing intent, leaving only the bald hilt falling to the ground.

The sword masters who came with their swords directly vomited a mouthful of blood and died in pain in the ocean of killing intent.

Their bodies are covered with blood.

Under the impact of this killing intent, the Tianluo Formation directly turned into a flash of light and scattered under the sky.

The array masters who controlled the array, Shihai, were greatly shaken and frightened by the killing intent.

But they were too late to scream.

Because the blood wave of killing intent has swallowed their bodies.

The minced meat was accompanied by flying blood, and his head and clothes fell quietly.

The warriors holding the gray-clothed old man with a black steel shield all fell to the ground.

The black steel shield in their hands was shattered into infinite pieces with the armor.

Standing in front of Song Qing's writing, from just a few hundred people to only the gray-clothed old man.

The gray-clothed old man looked at Song Qingshu for a long time, and only murmured after a long time, "This is too unreasonable."

Song Qingshu shrugged, turned and stepped back to the glowing portal.

The breeze came and patted the gray-clothed old man's face very softly.

The gray-clothed old man vomited a mouthful of blood, which wetted his gray clothing.

But he couldn't wipe the blood from his mouth, because his arms were interrupted by the killing intent just now.

But he didn't feel the pain, he only felt endless doubts.

"Why, obviously time has passed so long, the portal has not been activated yet."

"Why, obviously my move just now should be a perfect one, how could I lose so badly?"

"Why, Song Qingshu, you can be so strong?"

These doubts lingered in the gray-clothed old man's heart for a long time, and finally he vomited quickly.

Song Qingshu was speechless for a long time.

It wasn't until the portal's brilliance came on that Song Qingshu's lazy voice came: "When I just stepped on the portal, a pattern on the formation was changed."

"So this portal is no longer the one you know."

"Moreover, in the face of real strength, all tactics are just jokes."

Chapter 379

"In the face of absolute strength, all tactics are a joke?"

The gray-clothed old man looked at Song Qingshu's blood clothing dissipating in the portal, frowned and murmured.

"Hahaha, it's a joke...hahahaha..."

Immediately, the gray-clothed old man laughed, turned around, and walked in front of the military flag that Song Qingshu pointed out.

Looking at the mud and dust on the flag, the gray-clothed old man's wild laugh turned into a howl.

Was wailing.

Suddenly a red line appeared on the legs of the old man in gray.

So he broke his leg, leaving only his body to fall on the flag.

Then countless red lines appeared on his body.

Then there was a pool of flesh and blood on the banner.

The mighty black dragon soars on the flag.

However, the bright red on the flag dyed the black flag red.

It looks like the Black Steel Army today.

The mountains and plains are full of blood.

Death has become the best pronoun for the Black Steel Army.

One case perishes in one person, which is really sad.

But the reality is so cruel.

starting today.

Xiahouli's iron spear, the gray-clothed old man's arrowless bow.

Liu Buping's arrogance, Chen Kunling's power of mind.

Will die with the demise of the Black Steel Army, and will no longer exist...

The wheel of history will crush the body of the dead into dust, and then the dust will rise into the sky.

Sprinkle into the blue sky and blue sea.

Gradually into the deep and high valley

...

If you die, there is nothing left.

Except for the occasional remembrance of others, everything else will cease to exist.

Everyone understands this truth.

So everyone does not want to die.

This scene was vividly manifested in front of the black feather evil sect's sect.

A large group of casual repairers surrounded the black feather evil sect's sect, but they could not enter it for a minute and a half.

Because when the Black Feather Evil Sect was attacked.

The cultivators of the Black Feather Evil Sect immediately activated the guardian formation.

The wailing sound like a ghost cry echoed over the black feather evil sect.

The disciples of the Black Feather Evil Sect standing inside the gate looked serious, and their eyes were angry and helpless.

Black Feather Evil Sect relied on Mo Xie Jia's prestige to shock the world for so many years.

The things surrounding others' sects have never happened to Black Feather Evil Sect.

This is the first time since the beginning of the Black Feather Evil Sect for so many years.

But what if every disciple of the Black Feather Evil Sect is ashamed?

Both the Grand Elder and the Second Elder died tragically in the Lake of Reincarnation.

The three elders died outside the Samsara Lake.

The Fourth Elder was slapped to death by Song Qingshu.

Having lost four Nascent Soul powerhouses in a row, the Black Feather Evil Sect is at its weakest time.

No matter how abhorrent the casual cultivators outside the sect, and how rude their actions, there are really a few Yuanying experts among them.

The strongest is already Yuan Ying triple.

Faced with such a strong lineup, Black Feather Evil Sect seemed to have no other way out besides sticking to it.

So they opened the guardian array.

All the disciples couldn't shrink away, waiting for the shameful scene to pass.

The sixth elder of Yuan Ying's first-level realm stood in front of Black Feather Evil Sect, his face pale.

But fortunately, he and the people outside the sect still have a big formation to protect the sect.

So he swallowed his saliva and called out loudly to everyone outside through the thick and tough guardian formation: "Pengshan ancestor! My Black Feather Evil Sect and you Sanxiu have always had no grudges and no grudges, so why stop my sect? !"

"Now my sect master Mo Xiejia is about to leave the gate, are you not afraid that he will blame you!"

"Now I'll give you a quarter of an hour to retreat. Otherwise, my Black Feather Evil Sect will definitely not want to be merciless."

In response to him, Ling Li's palm.

boom!

On the Black Feather Evil Sect's guardian formation, a white wave burst out.

The Huzong Great Formation trembled with a tremor, as if it was about to collapse, but after a little swing, it was stable again and stood firm.

Old Ancestor Pengshan smiled, shook his painful palm, grinned and said, "Damn, this tortoise shell is really hard."

"Beasts of the Black Feather Evil Sect, have you all been hiding enough? Didn't we have a good fight just now? We have been here."

"Hahaha, or do you really dare not come out like ladies after you lose those elders?"

The six elders looked at Ancestor Pengshan's mocking mockery, with a gloomy face: "Ancestor Pengshan, do you want to die?"

"Although I don't know how you got the token, I can guarantee it."

"The moment this stupid action stops, you will become the first person to kill the Black Feather Evil Sect."

"Are you ready to meet the anger of the Black Feather Evil Sect?"

Old Ancestor Pengshan snorted coldly:

"Now, this threat is stupid."

"From the moment I summoned the World Sanxiu to come here, putting down the token represents death."

"You ask me if I am ready to bear the anger of the Black Feather Evil Sect, then I want to ask."

"Your Black Feather Sect, are you ready to bear my anger, come on!"

With this roar of Pengshan ancestor.

Countless white swirling flowers bloomed on the guardian formation of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

Each swirling flower is a collision between this group of casual cultivators and the entire Black Feather Evil Sect guardian sect.