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The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect is directly below the guardian formation.

Although the violent sound waves were hidden by the guardian sect.

But the person in charge of the formation is the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect. He and the formation just now have a connection with each other and depend on life and death.

In other words.

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect was the most sensitive person in Song Qingshu's breaking the sect.

The guardian formation was broken, and the brilliance above the sky re-entered the Black Feather Evil Sect.

It hit the face of the sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect and spilled on his body.

In the rather holy beam of light.

The sixth elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect raised his head and looked at Song Qingshu who was floating above his head.

"Master Moyejia said differently, there is no power in the world to break this formation."

"It makes no sense at all."

Song Qingshu was very close to the sound of the sound wave just now.

So he also received the extremely exaggerated impact of sonic sound.

So his face was slightly pale.

But he still stands in the breeze and glory.

The wind blew his robe to the ground like a bright red glow on the horizon.

The beam of light embellished his figure into a holy god descending from the sky.

But this Can Xia was extremely cold, because Song Qingshu's face was as cold as ice.

This god is extremely cold, because there is no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, only the pleasure of killing.

Song Qingshu smashed a large array of guarding sects with one palm, but he was still not satisfied.

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

Everywhere he went, the place he chose was the weakness of the formation that he had just swept away.

Then Song Qingshu even produced dozens of palm prints.

The terrifying sonic boom continued to wander under the sky, spreading towards the four fields.

Brush it!

A sound of broken mirror came from the guardian array.

The crow group that repaired the guardian formation could no longer keep up with Song Qingshu's speed in breaking the guardian formation.

One after another.

The Great Guardian Formation was shattered, and the entire Guardian Formation was turned into a burst of mustard powder, floating in the sky and the world.

The sixth elder of Heiyu Xiezong looked at this scene with a pale face, and was taken aback first.

Then he started coughing frantically.

So an extremely unhealthy blush appeared on his face.

Then his ears began to bleed.

The nose began to bleed.

Blood drops rolled out of the eye sockets.

The corners of the mouth also spilled blood.

Every time he coughed was extremely laborious, so every time he coughed, he coughed up internal organs.

The ground was dark and disgusting.

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

Song Qingshu gave a light cough, cleared his throat, then opened his lips and said:

"It's not that I think I am so good, that I have high self-esteem."

Song Qingshu returned to the ground, the bloody clothes no longer flying.

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 collapsed on the ground.

Song Qingshu sneered:

"But the place you are is too low."

"Mo Yejia tells you that the power of the world can't crush this formation?"

"with all due respect."

"Even Moyejia's position is too low."

"What is the power of the world that cannot be broken? He doesn't know what power is."

After listening to Song Qingshu's words.

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

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

"It implies the power of heaven."

"The world of this world, even Master Mo Yejia can't break the formation."

Song Qingshu chuckled and shook his head:

"Then how did I break this formation?"

The six elders of the Black Feather Evil Sect coughed up blood again:

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

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

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

clatter.

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

For a time, the brains burst, and the skull became debris all over the floor.

"You may be right. I am not a person in this world, so I can break your formation."

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

"The Black Feather Evil Sect must be destroyed today."

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

Song Qingshu's bloody clothes fluttered, walking past the corpse lying on the ground.

He stood in front of the Black Feather Xiezong Mountain and smiled:

"Next, it's time to massacre."

Chapter 385

Time to eat, I'm hungry.

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

It's time to go out and pack up.

It's time to slaughter, and it's bloody.

The first three sentences of this passage are natural and harmonious.

However, the last sentence is terrible, but no one can help but frown.

Because this sentence is simply too terrible.

It was too scary.

Hell Shura may still have some emotions before killing.

Or the pleasure of killing.

Or the tension and guilt of killing others,

Or the slight trembling when he waved the death sickle in his hand.

In any case, Hell Shura will definitely be emotional.

It is impossible to be as indifferent as ice and snow, and not to stand as a mountain.

But Song Qingshu is not.

When he said this sentence.

Although there was a faint smile on his face.

But the chill in the depths of his eyes swept across the world like ice and snow.

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

The strongest of the entire Black Feather Evil Sect is just a strong one who has half-footed into the realm of Nascent Soul.

In the eyes of Song Qingshu today.

The strong who stepped into the Nascent Soul realm half a step are the same as the weak ones in the first layer of Jin Dan.

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

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

Stare.

One fell to the ground.

A pool of blood.

A pile of rotten meat.

Song Qingshu just looked around.

puff!

puff!

puff……

With Song Qingshu's pupils swinging slightly.

The heads of several people who originally stood around Song Qingshu's body exploded directly.

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

"Song Qingshu! How dare you!"

"It's nothing more than breaking the guardian formation. How dare you be so arrogant in the Black Feather Evil Sect."

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

When Song Qingshu was about to lift his foot, and then took a step forward.

A pale white-haired old man of the nine-layered golden core squeezed out the crowd of Black Feather Evil Sect disciples, and pointed to Song Qingshu's nose and shouted.

While cursing.

The white-haired old man throws his hand is hundreds of silver needles.

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

It's like a drizzle of drizzle being blown by the summer breeze.

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

It is really commendable that Jin Dan Jiu Zhong can have such a fighting power.

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