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So he didn't hesitate, and didn't think about how to win by tricks.

Song Qingshu didn't take any chances, hoping to use some tactics to kill Mo Xiejia.

So Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia faced each other.

Song Qingshu used his most simple and rude weapon, and also the most unreasonable weapon.

An iron platform heavier than a mountain.

What could be more unreasonable or powerful than this?

Song Qingshu felt the power of Hell Terrace, so the corners of his mouth lightly raised, and he shut up with an angry growl.

"what!"

The veins in Mo Xiejia's hands burst out like hemp ropes, and he yelled at the scroll in his hand and flew Song Qingshu's sword straight up.

Go straight to the nine clouds.

Mo Xiejia was a little exhausted with the flying sword.

Looking at the surging Hell Terrace, Mo Xiejia's complexion was a little pale.

Shuran Mo Xiejia quietly closed his eyes, and began to ignore him.

Song Qingshu watched as Mo Xiejia didn't move in the face of the Hell Terrace that came through the air.

He couldn't help being a little puzzled.

So he stared at Moxiejia for a long time.

It turned out that he hadn't really moved at all.

For a moment, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

No matter how powerful an ascetic is, facing this hell platform that purely represents strength, he dare not ignore it like this.

In the past battles, those terrifying powerhouses who could take Song Qingshu's hell tower.

It was all before Song Qingshu made a move, and he even vaguely felt the ups and downs of the void behind Song Qingshu.

They have to respond in advance.

Or raise an iron fist, like Xia Houli, fierce and unprovoked.

Or raise the iron bow, like the grey-clothed old man's fierce shot.

Only a stronger shot than Hellstand can beat Hellstand.

Only in this way can the absolute power represented by the hell tower be defeated.

Song Qingshu was faintly excited, because he believed that no matter how strong Mo Xiejia was, he couldn't just stand still and let himself hit the hell platform.

He either fights or moves early.

Standing where you are, you can only die!

After all, no matter how strong Mo Xiejia is now, he is only a Nascent Soul strongman.

As long as the realm has not broken through to the realm of transforming gods.

Then there must be a purely physical shock, unless he wants to die.

Chapter 398 Heroes

Under the stage of hell, everyone is equal.

It doesn't matter if you are the head of a noble sect.

Or a poor casual cultivator who is extremely lowly.

As long as you stand under the platform of hell, what you can see is the same scenery.

The same dark and heavy to the heartstrings, a frightening black.

It was the embodiment of pure power.

It was a heavy color of the desperate struggle that caused countless ascetics to die.

However, Mo Xiejia never despaired, he just stood still, and never made a single movement.

Facing such Mo Xiejia.

Song Qingshu was always worried.

While worried, he couldn't help being vigilant.

Because Song Qingshu believed that this scholar who looked like a gentle scum was definitely the strongest enemy he had ever met.

How could such a person do nothing in the face of death.

How could it be really as indifferent and peaceful as he acted?

Could it be that he would really stand still in place?

Then let yourself be stoned to death?

Could it be that Mo Xiejia is invincible in this world?

Will he really die in an emotion called contempt?

Song Qingshu was a little puzzled, but he was unavoidably excited.

Excitement is the same as vigilance emotionally doing restlessness.

Finally, this uneasiness turned into bewilderment.

No matter what kind of emotion it is, it is actually just something Song Qingshu feels in an instant.

It is countless times shorter than the flashes and flints spoken by the world.

What happened in that very brief moment.

There was only one emotion left in Song Qingshu's mind.

That is shock.

Extreme shock.

A kind of shock that exploded like a thunderbolt.

Apart from the shock, Song Qingshu didn't have any other thoughts in his heart.

Excitement and vigilance were frozen and withered.

Anxiety and bewilderment are hidden by the moonlight.

boom!

The Hell Terrace slammed into the space in front of Mo Xiejia with an incomparably fierce impact.

As a result, the scroll in Mo Xiejia's hand withered a few pages.

Mo Xiejia's face turned pale.

Immediately, the Hell Terrace bomb flew far away, and a huge horn was sunken on the Hell Terrace.

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Xiejia's withered pages, his slightly pale face, and murmured in confusion: "This shouldn't be right."

Withered scrolls, pale face.

All of these are all the damage that the dark and heavy hell platform can cause.

It should be noted that today's Hell Terrace is already extremely powerful.

With a weight of level [-], let alone invincible, at least for Nascent Soul powerhouses.

It should be a nightmare for them.

Even if a meteorite the size of a small mountain is shot at the Hell Terrace today, it can easily be smashed into a puddle of stone powder.

But now.

Such a terrifying hell platform can't bring any threat to Mo Xiejia at this time, even if he is even close to his body, he can't do it.

Seeing this unbelievable scene, Song Qingshu's right hand, which was tightly holding Zixue Soft Sword, trembled slightly.

The more Song Qingshu thought about it, the more he felt that it didn't make sense, so his lips twitched slightly, planning to say something.

Before Song Qingshu could speak, Mo Xiejia's admiring and meaningful words rang in Song Qingshu's ears: "Is that thing called a hell tower?"

"Very good artifact."

"If I didn't already have this torn book in my hand, I think I would really envy you."

Song Qingshu opened his lips and asked:

"You haven't even touched the corner of your clothes, what kind of strength is it?"

Mo Xiejia shook his head slightly, tore off the withered and yellow pages of the scroll in his hand, and said with some distress: "You can't say that."

"Earlier, I summoned soldiers with the power of words and thoughts, but none of them appeared by my side. Do you know why?"

Song Qingshu lifted his foot and continued to walk forward, while breaking a wall and opening his lips, he said: "I don't know."

"Isn't it interrupted by me?"

Mo Xiejia smiled indifferently:

"Although your hell platform is fast, the speed of speech is even better."

"When I uttered the last word, I had already prepared ten thousand ascetics for you."

"The more than [-] cultivators are all Nascent Soul powerhouses without exception."

"The weakest is the first level of Nascent Soul, and the strongest is the third level of Nascent Soul. Is the lineup still considered strong?"

Song Qingshu still strode forward, raised his head in confusion and asked:

"Such a lineup can be called strong."

"With such a lineup, not to mention dominating this small world, even with this as the starting point, it is not a problem to attack other worlds."

"So, why are you still willing to hide here, in this world where heaven and earth are lacking?"