Devil Seeds

Owen, with his hair combed shiny and shiny, walked to the gate of the castle again with a gentleman's demeanor.

He looked at Song Qingwen reservedly, the smile on his face was as elegant as ever.

"Welcome to the castle, there is everything you want here. But you only need to pay a small price to enter the castle."

"Hand over any thing you think is precious, and you can exchange for a night's rest in the castle. Food, wine, beauty, luxurious enjoyment, and enjoyable entertainment..."

Before Owen finished speaking, Song Qingwen completely ignored him and walked straight in.

Neither have the interest to talk to him, nor the idea of ​​paying any ticket money.

Owen dodged and stood in front of Song Qingwen, the smile on his face also subsided, becoming solemn and serious.

"This...guest! Please follow the rules."

Although Song Qingwen didn't seem to be tall enough now, he still looked at Owen with his nostrils, his expression was cold, and his eyes were indifferent: "Your rules, it's none of my business?"

Owen was taken aback.

In the next instant, a sharp wind suddenly struck Owen.

Owen ducked.

His speed was fast, but his retreat direction was accurately predicted by Song Qingwen.

Therefore, the picture presented to the naked eye is that Owen directly hit Song Qingwen's blow.

Afterwards, the wind knife transformed by Li Feng was cut from the middle and split into two halves. The wind that was compressed into a thin piece possessed a sharpness far exceeding that of ordinary swords.

Owen, who was lying in a pool of blood, stared fiercely at Song Qingwen with eyes like a ghost, opened and closed his half mouth like a fish landing on the shore, but still insisted: "You dare to make trouble? You dare to make trouble here? You will go to hell Yes! You will be cursed, you violated the Messenger of God, you..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Because Song Qingwen had already stomped on his head lightly and blocked Owen's last words.

Even the last words, the last cruel words, shouldn't be said.

The title of Headshot Demon Lord is not for nothing.

Although long-range headshots are Song Qingwen's routine method, close-range headshots... are also sharp and decisive.

The reason why Song Qingwen likes headshots is because they are so clean.

There are tens of thousands of monsters in the world, more than half of them are headshot to death.

"God's messenger? Tell him to come out and let me see!" Song Qingwen pushed open the gate of the castle, and then walked in, stepping on blood plasma on his feet, following the ups and downs of the music.

Behind them, the 'White Swans' on the left and right were still dignified and elegant, with their hands stretched out, pinching the hem of their skirts.

Just like at the beginning, even the blood all over the floor and the tragic death of Owen did not cause any changes in their emotions.

In the hall on the first floor, the statue of the goddess seemed to be staring at Song Qingwen coldly.

The smell of perfume permeated the hall, stubbornly trying to dispel the bloody smell from Song Qingwen's body.

The sound of the cello flickered to an end.

The rapid and manic sound of the piano came from the concert hall on the second floor.

Some big black men in black clothes and black faces, holding various hot weapons, rushed out from the corridors and corners, and surrounded Song Qingwen.

At windows, doorways, and in every corner and dead corner, there are also many black people eager to ambush.

A dead end seemed to be unfolding beside Song Qingwen.

Although he has obtained the power of the Demon Sealer, he has become an extraordinary person in this world.

But the energy level itself is not high, and the upper limit of the extraordinary path of the Demon Sealer is still just like this.

If a large number of hot-spots are concentrated and strafed, they can still be killed.

"Have you heard the sound of the wind roaring in your chest?" Song Qingwen asked these big black men.

Song Qingwen raised his hands above his head, as if making a gesture of surrender.

These big black men have long been deprived of their emotions, and have become a group of puppets without self-awareness and desire. Facing Song Qingwen's questions, they are unable to make any answers.

Their thinking is limited to the last moment of deprivation of the last emotion, unable to answer questions beyond personal ability.

However, in the next moment, they gave the answer with their bodies.

When they breathe, air enters their lungs.

And that air, under Song Qingwen's control, created a small storm in their chests.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped···!

The chests of the big black guys burst one after another.

The uncontrolled gunshots began to shoot wantonly in the lobby on the first floor.

However, Song Qingwen dodged the bullets according to the message sent back by the wind in advance, and let them pass close to him without hurting anything.

To control the air that the human body breathes, what is needed is not a powerful driving force of energy, but extremely subtle control.

And Song Qingwen possessed such control.

Ke Xiaoliang from God's perspective has learned another skill.

"Control, control every bit of power, then even a relatively small power can have an unparalleled effect. It's like a small ball of fire, thrown into water, it will quickly annihilate, thrown into it The dry forest can stretch like a mountain fire that will destroy the world." Ke Xiaoconscience felt emotional.

The big black men beside him died one after another with their chests exploding. Song Qingwen walked past them lightly and stepped on the stairs to the second floor.

The first floor is already full of corpses and bullet casings.

But on the second floor, the singing and dancing remained the same, peaceful and peaceful.

The blonde singer stood on the stage and sang enthusiastically.

The passionate dancers are all stepping on the flying steps.

Under the flickering lights, the rough palms of the gentlemen reached into the delicate and soft thighs of the girl, and the torn red plum stickers were left on the clean floor, allowing people to trample on them wantonly.

Everywhere is filled with the taste of depravity and luxury.

The noisy hormones and restless atmosphere make everyone forget the troubles of life.

Song Qingwen casually passed through the crowd like a ghost.

Those impetuous and intoxicating things, in his eyes, are just ordinary.

If you have seen Tianmo Yiwu by Sergeant Tianmei of the Tianmozong, the flying sleeves under the moon of the beautiful girl in Lingci Temple, the frown and smile of Qingqiu or Tushan fox demon, then They will become dismissive of these flashy, boring, single and superficial things.

Through these so-called extravagant scenes.

Ignored the full of delicacies, drinks and delicacies.

What's more, those twisting slender waists, swaying buttocks, and swaying white peaks all turned into skeletons in front of your eyes.

Song Qingwen broke through this battle, and even ignored some obsessed and crazy disciples of the Demon Sect in the battle.

He didn't come to save people.

He is just interested.

Explore the castle and discover the secrets behind it.

It's far more interesting than saving people.

There is no irreplaceable disciple, no matter how many deaths... Song Qingwen will not feel sorry for him.

What's more, death in another world is not real death.

In the casino on the third floor, the original gamblers have been emptied.

A middle-aged man in a black coat, with his hair combed back and a beard, was waiting there.

He has a deck of cards, a color clock, and a simple revolver.

"Have the guts to take a gamble?" The middle-aged man extended an invitation to Song Qingwen.