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The jade-black hell platform also restored its usual solemnity.

Song Qingshu let out a muddy breath.

After he swallowed the blood that he wanted to vomit from his chest again, he shouted at the scholar in black robes who was more than twenty feet away: "Who is your excellency? What kind of grudges do I have with your excellency? Why a thunderous palm?"

Under the power of the palmprint just now, the water mist on the shore of the Samsara Lake has completely dissipated.

The lakeside scenery becomes more verdant and charming.

And Song Qingshu finally saw the appearance of the black robe scholar.

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

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

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

He listened to Song Qingshu's question, and Xue Bai's face showed a sullen smile: "With the weak cultivation base of the Sixth Heaven of the Golden Core, you can't die if you take my palm, Song Qingshu, you are also worthy of hearing my name. "

"Sect Master Black Feather Evil, Mo Xie Jia! Someone who killed you."

After hearing Mo Yejia's name.

The ancestor Pengshan, who had just walked out of the gossip picture, couldn't help but his eyes were blood red, his breath was chaotic, and his head was violent.

Compared with the past ancestors of Pengshan.

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

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

The Valley Master of Tangmen Valley, who had just walked out of the gossip map, grabbed Old Ancestor Pengshan and screamed: "Old Ancestor Pengshan, are you crazy! How dare you think of fighting him to the death?"

"According to legend, Mo Xie Jia has always been the strongest in our world, and was the fifth layer of Yuan Ying more than ten years ago!"

"Now that he has been in retreat for so many years, he is not already the sixth strongest of Yuan Ying?"

This is not only the case of the Valley Master of Tangmen Valley.

Even the owner of Fengjian Villa, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, could not help but sigh: "This world, I am afraid that no one is the enemy of the one."

Previously, the valley owner of Tangmen Valley and the owner of Fengjian Villa were not willing to contend with the Black Feather Evil Sect because they were killed.

The balance of the three sects is one aspect.

The power of Mo Yejia is even more important...

Now that Mo Xiejia actually left the barrier, then the road of resistance against the Black Feather Sect would be too difficult to get on.

Chapter 313

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

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu lightly, two dimples appeared on his lips, and he smiled quite elegantly.

Song Qingshu nodded:

"One Yuan Ying has one weight, and one Kuai Yuan Ying has two layers."

Mo Xiejia saw that Song Qingshu hadn't even explained what he had done, but directly admitted what he had done.

Mo Xiejia smiled slightly, thinking that Song Qingshu was proud of his achievements: "They are just two miscellaneous fish characters who have just stepped into the Yuan Ying. For such people, my Black Feather Sect has a lot of tricks."

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

Song Qingshu chuckled lightly, without a trace of panic in his eyes:

"I am not proud, I just tell the truth."

Mo Yejia raised his eyebrows:

"Aren't you afraid of angering me?"

Song Qingshu shook his head:

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

Hear the words.

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

Mingming Moyejia is a typical elegant scholar.

But when he laughed, he was so bold and unrestrained, and the laughter was full of incredible lofty ambition: "Hahaha, Song Qingshu? You really have some meaning."

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

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

Song Qingshu nodded slightly and motioned to Mo Yejia to ask:

"Speak."

Mo Yejia looked around carefully and found that he was among the group of people who had come out of Samsara Lake.

Only Song Qingshu, the ancestor of Pengshan and the owner of Fengjian Villa in Tangmen Valley were the only four.

However, the two Black Feather Evil Sect who had the largest number of people originally disappeared at this time.

Thinking of this, Mo Yejia suddenly felt a little puzzled:

"My Black Feather Evil Sect, where did the second elder go?"

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

Song Qingshu nodded and raised a malicious smile at the corner of his mouth:

"You are right, not all these two people died in my hands."

Hearing this, Mo Xiejia breathed a sigh of relief.

But it is not waiting for Mo Yejia to continue to ask the two whereabouts.

Song Qingshu's next words made Mo Xiejia's expression gloomy: "I just killed the great elder. The second elder violated the taboo in the Lake of Samsara and was killed by the rules."

Song Qingshu said.

The sky, which was originally a clear sky, suddenly became gloomy with Mo Xiejia's face.

The clouds hovered and tangled above the clouds, as if a black dragon was flying in it.

And the thunder that exploded in the clouds was even more the same as Moyejia today...

Grim and fearful.

The breath of a high-ranking person, like a mountain of billions, crushed over the place where Song Qingshu was.

Along with this breath, there was also Mo Xiejia's cold cry:

"Kneel down!"

When this coercion hit Song Qingshu.

There was a muffled sound from Song Qing's body.

Then his vision was blurred.

There is a slight humming deep in the eardrum.

His legs are extremely heavy, as if they were filled with lead.

When he has been reluctant to kneel down.

The slight trembling sound from the leg bones seemed to shatter the bones at any time.

But when Song Qing wrote about the suppression of thousands of mountains, he never let his knee touch the ground.

Now, just a moment of coercion, how can Song Qingshu do as he wants?

One thought ends here.

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

"The misty clouds!"

Following Song Qingshu's cold sound, a faint cloud lingered around Song Qingshu's body.

For a while, although Song Qingshu's body still stood on the ground.

However, his figure was a little illusory, like a cloud on the earth.

Mo Xiejia's infinite True Yuan coercion passed directly through this cloud and mist, and could no longer cause even a little oppression on Song Qingshu.

"What if I don't kneel?"

Song Qingshu felt the coercion of walking away, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said quite triumphantly.

Mo Xiejia saw that Song Qingshu was still smiling happily in front of his true Yuan coercion, and couldn't help but was stunned: "Song Qingshu, are you really a golden core six-fold monk?"

"You know, even if it is the strongest of the Yuan Ying triple layer, in front of me, there is only one who bows his head and claims to be a minister!"

"If you brace yourself blindly, you will only suffer from a broken leg."

Song Qingshu shrugged, with a playful smile on her mouth:

"Maybe, you just think of yourself too much? But in fact, your true energy pressure is really average?"

Hearing this, Mo Xiejia's mouth raised a smile again.

The harshness in his eyes has also been replaced by full appreciation:

"Song Qingshu, I found that I suddenly liked you very much."

Song Qingshu waved his hand:

"Don't, Mo Yejia, even if you are as weak as a woman, I won't like you!"

Mo Xie Jia haha ​​smiled.

Then he directly took out a black jade medal from his arms and threw it into Song Qingshu's hand.

The jade brand is rubbed like a piece of ice jade, cold and smooth, which shows that its cost is high.

Many patterns are engraved on the jade plate, and countless black dragons are flying and hovering in the jade plate, which shows its preciousness.

In particular, the character "" engraved on the jade plate made Song Qingshu even more interested: "What is this?"

Mo Yejia put his hand behind him, proudly opened his lips:

"This is the token of the first elder of my Black Feather Evil Sect!"

"The man who can get this token is the man I recognize, and the lowest is the second master of Yuan Ying!"

"And Song Qingshu, you are the first one to get the token as the Golden Core monk!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu continued to play with the jade tiles and said with a smile: "So? Why did you give me the jade tiles? Is it possible that you want to draw me into the Black Feather Sect?"

Mo Yejia shook his head abruptly with a serious voice:

"It's not a win, it's a gift from me to you!"

"Song Qingshu, if you accept the jade medallion, then I will save you from those big crimes!"

"If not..."

Not waiting for Mo Yejia to finish speaking.

Song Qingshu directly used his right palm with fierce force, and squeezed the first elder jade card into jade powder: "If not, what would you do with me?"

With Song Qingshu, he spread his hands again.

The black jade powder was like a handful of sesame seeds, poured onto the ground.

The ink-colored jade powder is blown by the breeze in the air, like an improvisation of a splash-ink landscape painting.

This picture is pretty beautiful.

But in Mo Xiejia's eyes, this was the loudest slap Song Qingshu gave him.

Mo Yejia's face felt a little pain for the first time in nearly a hundred years.

So he suppressed the appreciation in his eyes, and was stained with a hint of indifference:

"Song Qingshu, do you know that you missed the only chance to survive?"