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Then this hell platform is like the dividing line between the world and hell.

The god of death slashed at the dividing line with a sickle.

The palm print landed on the platform of hell with infinite power.

boom!

There was an extremely dull metallic roar, like the ringing of Huang Lu's big bell.

It exploded on the stage of hell.

The sound waves scattered in all directions, shaking all the stones by the Samsara Lake into powder.

Inferno didn't shatter.

Now the Hell Tower has risen to the fourteenth level, and there is no strong person who can smash the Hell Tower in the Yuanying territory.

But when it hit the hell platform with that palm print.

The desperate black iron block on the platform of hell dented deeply in an instant.

This is a deformation that Song Qingshu has never seen since using Hell Terrace.

It is conceivable that what kind of terrifying power was carried in the palm of Pokong just now.

Song Qingshu and Hell Tower are connected heart to heart.

When Hell Terrace was so impacted, Song Qingshu's chest also slumped slightly.

His face gradually turned pale.

Immediately, Song Qingshu's feet stood on the bank of Samsara Lake like iron pillars, and his body was swept backwards due to the residual force of the palm print.

After a while, two ravines appeared on the bank of Samsara Lake that could be used to divert water.

After a while.

The power of the palm print completely dissipated in the sky.

The pitch-black jade platform also returned to its usual solemnity.

Song Qingshu breathed out lightly.

After he swallowed the blood that was about to vomit from his chest again, he shouted to the black-robed scholar who was more than 20 feet away: "Who are you? What kind of grudge do I have with you? Why did you strike out?"

Under the power of the palm print just now, the mist on the bank of Samsara Lake has completely dissipated.

The lakeside scenery becomes more verdant and charming.

And Song Qingshu finally saw clearly the appearance of the black-robed scholar.

The scholar's face was unhealthily white, and there seemed to be a shallow dimple on both sides of his cheeks.

It's just that other people's dimples look as if they can hold a glass of sake.

But his dimples seem to be able to hold a glass of blood...

Hearing Song Qingshu's question, a ferocious smile appeared on his snow-white face: "With the weak cultivation base of Jindan Sixth Heavenly Layer, you can still survive my palm, Song Qingshu, you are worthy of listening to my name. "

"The master of the Black Feather Evil Sect, Mo Xiejia! The one who killed you."

After hearing Moxiejia's name.

The Patriarch Pengshan, who had just walked out of the Bagua diagram, couldn't help but his eyes were bloodshot, his breath was chaotic, and the veins on his head were bulging.

Compared with the calmness shown by the ancestor Pengshan before.

At this time, the ancestor Pengshan can be said to be a different person...

Just when the ancestor Pengshan couldn't control himself first, he rushed forward to fight Mo Xiejia to the death.

The Valley Master of the Tangmen Valley, who had just walked out of the Bagua map, grabbed Patriarch Pengshan and scolded: "Patriarch Pengshan, are you crazy! How dare you think about fighting him to the death?"

"It is said that Mo Xiejia has always been the strongest in our world, and he was the fifth-fold Nascent Soul more than ten years ago!"

"Now that he has retreated for so many years, isn't it too early to be a Nascent Soul sixth-layer powerhouse?"

Not only the owner of Tangmen Valley.

Even the owner of Fengjian Mountain Villa, who has always been proud and arrogant, couldn't help sighing: "In this world, I am afraid that no one is an enemy."

Previously, the owner of the Tangmen Valley and the owner of the Fengjian Mountain Villa were killed because they were unwilling to contend with the Black Feather Evil Sect.

The balance of the three sects is one aspect.

This Moxiejia's strength is one aspect...

Now that Mo Xiejia has actually left the customs, then, the road of resistance against the Black Feather Evil Sect will be too much difficult in the future.

Chapter 313 A Failed Surrender

"I heard that you killed two ineffective elders of the Black Feather Evil Sect?"

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu lightly, two dimples appeared around his mouth, and he smiled quite gracefully.

Song Qingshu nodded:

"A Nascent Soul with the first level, and a Quick Nascent Soul with the second level."

Seeing that Song Qingshu didn't even explain, Mo Xiejia directly admitted what he had done.

Mo Xiejia smiled slightly, thinking that Song Qingshu was proud of his achievements: "It's just two miscellaneous fish characters who have just stepped into the Yuanying, such people, I, the Black Feather Evil Sect, can handle a lot of them with one move."

"So you don't need to be proud."

Song Qingshu smiled lightly, without any panic in his eyes:

"I'm not proud, I'm just telling the truth."

Mo Xiejia raised an eyebrow:

"Aren't you afraid of offending me?"

Song Qingshu shook his head:

"I am destined to be invincible in the world, how could I be afraid of you?"

heard.

Mo Xiejia, whose eyes were originally full of viciousness, couldn't help laughing out loud.

It is clear that Mo Xiejia is a typical elegant scholar.

But when he laughed, he was so bold and unrestrained, and his laughter was full of incomparable pride and ambition: "Hahaha, Song Qingshu? You really have something interesting."

"The world is invincible, such a naive idea, I don't know how many years ago I had it, it really is not forgiving."

"By the way, I have another question I want to ask you."

Song Qingshu nodded slightly, motioned for Mo Xiejia to ask:

"Speak."

Mo Xiejia looked around carefully, and found that he was among the group of people who came out of Samsara Lake.

There are only four people, Song Qingshu, the ancestor of Pengshan, and the owner of Tangmen Valley Fengjian Villa.

However, the two Black Feather Evil Sects, who were originally the largest number, disappeared at this time.

Thinking of this, Mo Xiejia was suddenly puzzled:

"Where did the second elder of my Black Feather Evil Sect go?"

"Don't say that both of them died at your hands. The two of them are not comparable to the third or fourth elders."

Song Qingshu nodded, with a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth:

"You're right. These two people didn't all die at my hands."

Hearing this, Mo Xiejia breathed a sigh of relief.

But before Mo Xiejia asked the whereabouts of the two of them.

Song Qingshu's next words made Mo Xiejia's face darken directly: "I just killed the first elder, and the second elder violated the taboo in the reincarnation lake and was killed by the rules."

Song Qingshu said it.

The sky, which was originally a clear sky, suddenly darkened along with Mo Xiejia's expression.

Floating clouds hovered and tangled in the clouds, as if a black dragon was flying among them.

And the thunder that exploded in the clouds was the same as Mo Xiejia today...

Ferocious and fearful.

A breath of superiors, like billions of mountains, crushed towards the place where Song Qingshu was.

Accompanied by this breath, Mo Xiejia said coldly:

"Your Majesty!"

When this burst of coercion fell on Song Qingshu.

There was a muffled sound coming from Song Qingshu.

Then his vision blurred.

There is a slight humming deep in the eardrum.

The legs were extremely heavy, as if filled with lead.

When he has been unwilling to kneel down.

There was a slight trembling sound from the leg bones, as if the bones would be shattered at any moment.

But when Song Qing wrote to suppress Wanqian Dashan, he never let his knees touch the ground.

Now, with just a burst of coercion, how could Song Qingshu do what he wanted?

Thinking of this.

Song Qingshu began to use the body method with the artistic conception of Kun:

"Misty mist style!"