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Song Qingshu looked at the balls of rotten meat floating in the river, and said with a smile.

Then Song Qingshu weighed the weight from the Hell Tower and muttered to himself: "The weight of the Hell Tower today is more than double that of before!"

"If you add the God of Gravity Ring, maybe you can really serve that guy Mo Xiejia a pot."

Thinking of how Mo Xiejia was about to be crushed by his hands, Song Qingshu couldn't help showing a satisfied smile.

Then Song Qingshu turned around directly.

Lifting his feet, he was about to leave this big river that was already bright red.

step.

two steps.

Song Qingshu just took two steps.

His left foot, which he had just raised, returned to its original place.

It's not because he doesn't want to part with this raging river.

It wasn't because Song Qingshu felt fearful of the enemies ahead.

It was just because Song Qingshu suddenly felt a slight tremor in the avenue of heaven and earth.

Out of extremely keen insight into the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

So Song Qingshu stopped his steps directly.

He turned his head to look at the river.

The river was still turbulent, and the clouds and mists dispersed without a trace.

There was no scorching sun in the sky, only a faint light, illuminating the still bright red water of the big river and the middle-aged man standing on the river bank.

A middle-aged man dressed in black.

The black clothes trembled slowly under the breeze blowing by the big river.

The light from the dome pierced through the clouds, and the dappled light hit the middle-aged man's face.

It made the chill and killing intent deep in the middle-aged man's eyes even more striking.

He looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared behind him.

An extremely rare solemnity appeared on Song Qingshu's expression:

"Where did you come from?"

Middle-aged men are indifferent:

"Naturally it came."

Song Qingshu sneered:

"I didn't realize it until I walked behind me. Your Excellency is very strong. Dare to ask your surname?"

The middle-aged man looked at Song Qingshu, who had no panic in his eyes, and nodded: "Xiahou."

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows slightly:

"The Mountain Lord of the Black Steel Army? Xia Houli?"

Xia Houli didn't say a word, he just turned around and looked at the big river that was stained red with blood.

Song Qingshu had a very faint smile on his face, quite relaxed.

But Song Qingshu's right hand tightly held the Zixue soft sword.

The hell platform above its head is also suspended.

The two were silent to each other, watching the big river flowing eastward in front of them.

a long time.

Xia Houli's sighing voice sounded in Song Qingshu's ear just now:

"It doesn't matter whether the Black Steel Army is destroyed or not."

"After today's battle, I am afraid that even the ordinary first-class sects are no longer considered."

"Song Qingshu, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Chapter 348

How do you want to die?

Song Qingshu couldn't help being taken aback when he heard what Xia Houli said to him.

Because he really hadn't heard someone say this to him so arrogantly for a long, long time.

So Song Qing was stunned for a while before asking suspiciously:

"How do I want to die?"

"Shanzhu, are you sure I heard correctly?"

Xia Houli put his hands behind his back and stood proudly:

"Yes, this is a gift I gave you to let you choose your own way of death."

When Song Qingshu heard this, the smile on his face was still light, but there was some chill in his eyes: "I don't know what death method the mountain master has prepared for me?"

Seeing Song Qingshu's calm face, Xia Houli sneered:

"Slap to death with one palm."

"Pierce to death with a sword."

"Kick to death."

"These ways of dying are too dull."

"Song Qingshu, I have prepared a death method for you that will be cut into pieces."

"I thought you might like this?"

Song Qingshu smiled playfully:

"Just prepared a dead end for me?"

Xia Houli said:

"Yes, it's just a dead end."

Song Qingshu looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and then pulled out the Zixue soft sword from behind with a swipe: "I want to see where you are so bold!"

Song Qingshu looked at Xia Houli, his eyes as deep as obsidian slowly turned brown like loess.

A great avenue as thick as the earth lingered around Song Qingshu.

Today's Song Qingshu no longer needs to deliberately stimulate the vitality between heaven and earth.

The great aura of Kunzhi's artistic conception can already float or die according to his will.

If he is willing, then his eyes can always be as brown as dirt, and his gestures and gestures can have the power of heaven and earth shattering.

But Song Qingshu wanted to use the artistic conception of Kun on his body as his ultimate move.

So when Song Qingshu went up the mountain, he never let the clouds and mists around him linger.

Therefore, Song Qingshu never used the Kunyi Trapping Immortal Art fully during the bloody battle.

If the first two are used.

Then the large formation of clouds and smoke at the foot of the mountain couldn't stop him.

Then the hundreds of monks on the other side can't hurt him a bit.

He can flutter in white clothes and be at ease like a banished fairy.

It's not like the bloody clothes are heavy and ruthless like Shura was born.

If it wasn't for Song Qingshu wanting to use this battle to temper himself.

Then Song Qingshu might have already killed Xia Houli at this time, why would he wait for Xia Houli to kill him on his own initiative?

Feeling some strangeness in the vitality of heaven and earth, Xia Houli couldn't help but frowned, and turned to look at Song Qingshu: "Song Qingshu, you are a monk at the eighth level of Jindan, and you have never seen the threshold of Yuanying Dao."

"Even if you are an inexhaustible genius, with the cultivation base of the eighth level of Jindan, even if you can really feel the vitality of heaven and earth."

"Then the limit is reached in just a few strands, but the vitality of the world that you can mobilize now is not inferior to me?"

Song Qingshu's strength made Xia Houli feel threatened.

However, in this case, Xia Houli's cloudy eyes only showed attention, not fear.

This is also very good from a certain point of view.

Xia Houli has absolute confidence in his own strength.

Xia Houli stretched out his hand, exuding a very faint breath towards the sky.

While waiting for something.

Xia Houli looked at Song Qingshu with indifferent eyes:

"The fifth level of the Nascent Soul is the most severe threshold for ascetics in this world."

"That's why the Black Steel Army has six Nascent Soul Quadruple powerhouses in command, and many of them are geniuses that the secular world speaks of."

"But among so many people, I am the only one who is at the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul."

"So I became the mountain lord of the Black Steel Army, invincible in the world, standing side by side with Tang Xun, Li Zhan and others!"

"If it wasn't for bad luck, where would you have become a subordinate sect of the Black Feather Evil Sect?"

Song Qingshu sneered, and the purple blood soft sword pointed at the bloody river behind Xia Houli: "After today's battle, your pride has been wiped out."

"So you want to kill me, don't you?"

"If you kill it, go ahead and try it, but as long as you are wiped out again, Heigangshan will be completely removed from the world!"

The moment he finished speaking.