The bloody aura on Han Shu's body became more and more solemn, and countless people had been killed, and the iron rule that monks should not interfere with ordinary people had been forgotten by them, and almost one in five people had bullied ordinary people.

The sect master of the Qingyun Sect only appeared once at the mountain gate and then disappeared, and all the Han Shu divine consciousness was released, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, hide, where can you hide.

Killed all the way to the main hall, the three masters of the realm hid in the main hall and wanted to sneak attack Han Shu, Han Shu had already sensed their breath before he came in, they didn't have secret skills and couldn't hide their breath well, in Han Shu's opinion, it was a child's trick.

Since you want to play, let's play a death game with you, the secret technique was launched, and the breath disappeared outside the hall, and the eyes of the three people in the hall showed puzzled looks, just now it was clear that his breath was outside, why did it suddenly disappear.

The three of them didn't dare to act rashly, they had naturally heard of Han Shu's name, the leader of the Hundred Sects, the third-level realm cultivator who escaped in the hands of the Purple Cloud Sect.

One person couldn't stand this silence, and the oppressive feeling brought by this sudden disappearance was more terrible than death, revealing his body, flying outside the main hall, and the cold was slowly behind him: Are you looking for me? When he reacted, Yan Long had already cut into his neck, he watched the long sword cut back and forth on his neck, his whole body was imprisoned and unable to move, the two people in the hall wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to attack Han Shu from behind, as soon as he walked out of the darkness, Han Shu cut off the head in front of him and threw it towards one person, the soul power was activated, one of them stood in place with a dull gaze, Han Shu withdrew the head he had just chopped, held it in his hand, and smashed it on the head of the other person.

Don't you like to kill, don't you like the thrill of killing? Now you are not happy, you are not happy, the head of the monk in front of you was smashed one by one, Han Shu calmed his breath, and threw it away.

The other person was still standing in place with blank eyes, and Han Shu had no interest in playing, so he closed his throat with a sword and took his life.

Walked into the main hall, looked at the richly decorated hall, smashed the stone statue of the sect in front of him with one palm, and sat on the main seat: Come out, don't let me look for you, otherwise you will die a miserable death.

The sect master of Qingyun Sect appeared in the main hall, looked at the young man in front of him without waves, and said with an unkind expression: Why do you want to do things for the emperor, you killed so many people today, aren't you afraid of being wronged and being thundered by the sky.

Han Shu's expression was indifferent: I killed all the people who should be killed, if God punishes me for this, it will be God without eyes, so what if I stab this day.

The Sect Master of Qingyun Sect laughed: Young people really don't know the height of the sky, but I like it, people don't take young people lightly, in this way, you have killed enough people today. It's enough to give a message to the emperor, I have some good beauty embryos here, they haven't been used yet, these are all for you, isn't it just to kill a few ordinary people, how much does it matter, we monks are gods in their eyes, and the monks are all ants. Don't hurt our peace for them, you see.

Yan Longjian took his head straight away, and the telekinetic power was directly suppressed.

Junior, toast without eating, eating and drinking, looking for death. Han Shu's dark secret technique was launched, and he came directly in front of him, took Yan Long's sword with his left hand, and grabbed his neck with his right hand: You are not an ant in my eyes. Directly pinched his throat, blood splattered, the eyes of the Qingyun Sect Master were full of incredulity and unwillingness, how could this young man be like this, how could he be so strong, and fell in a pool of blood with an unwilling look.

Han Shu wiped the blood on his hands, there were some disciples outside the main hall who had not done anything harmful, looking at Han Shu couldn't stop trembling, his own sect was pinched to death by him with one hand, and it was not a matter for him to move his fingers.

The coercion of the cold dream enveloped everyone: Let you go today, because your hands are still clean, and the Qingyun Sect will be in charge of you from now on, but you must not interfere with the iron law of ordinary people, otherwise I will soon find you and take your lives.

The rest of the monks became extremely ecstatic after being frightened, and they suddenly became the master of the Qingyun Sect, seeing that Han Shu had disappeared, they revealed their true nature, some people started to find secret techniques, and some people coveted the women who were captured by the sect, and the sect master did not dare to reveal half a thought when he was there, but now that he was dead, he couldn't wait to run to the place where the sect master of the back mountain was resting, kicked open the door with a face, and looked at the beautiful women in front of him who could no longer control it, and rushed straight up, but there was only a bloodstained Yan Long waiting in front of him, staring at his eyes as if he saw a ghost。

Han Shu kicked his face away, and there were still people coming in outside the house, and when he saw the scene in the house, he turned around and left, Han Shu walked out, ending their lives one by one.

The woman in the room curled up in fright, looking at these poor people, the human heart, the most unpredictable, and the most untestable. Han Shu waved his hand and let them leave on their own.

The greed of human nature is vividly reflected at this moment, fighting for a secret book, the friendship between the brothers and sisters is worthless, and they are fighting for the position of the sect master. Han Shu didn't have the heart to pay attention to this kind of thing, as long as he didn't harm ordinary people, life and death had nothing to do with Han Shu.

Take out the map and look at this one stronghold, now the two Ping Demon armies should have fought each other, and those two strongholds are not cultivated to advanced monks, it won't be too tricky, Han Shu thought for a while and flew towards the stronghold that Baijiang was going to conquer, and launched the secret technique all the way, hiding his breath.

There is only one realm master in this sect, called Xiong Yunzong, Han Shu was already cleaning the battlefield when he arrived, Han Shu saw that the pills and spiritual weapons that were collected were separated into two gift bags to contain, and he knew what was going on, this was to fill his own pockets, but Han Shu didn't pay attention to it, this kind of thing is normal in officialdom, and he also needs to cultivate. The brothers below naturally have to have some benefits to follow him, otherwise no one will sell their lives.

But the next scene made Han Shu angry, he saw a master of the realm kneeling in front of Bai Jiang, the flattering expression was clearly visible, Bai Jiang was still unashamedly said: As long as you honor me every month in the future, I will guarantee that you are okay, your sect has already died a lot of people, and it is completely okay, and the general of the Breaking Demon is not there, here I have the final say.

After speaking, he shivered, his back was cold, and his body suddenly flew out upside down, and he didn't stop until he hit the mountain gate, and an invisible big hand tightly grabbed his throat.

You have the final say, don't you?