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"what!"

This desolate scream directly overwhelmed Chen Kunling's roar.

So no one launched an attack on Song Qingshu, and everyone turned their eyes to the place where the screams came from.

There was a black stone platform bigger than a hill breaking the wind.

The lines on the stone platform are exquisite and the color is dark.

Just looking at it from a distance gives people an extremely heavy feeling.

When it pressed over.

The group of black steel soldiers holding spirit shields and swords are like bubble balls floating in foamy water.

The platform of hell is just a touch.

The group of black steel troops had been directly shattered into flesh and blood.

The platform of hell swept past, and then no one could stand in front of the platform of hell.

There was a muffled sound.

boom!boom!boom!

With a muffled sound, a golden core monk shattered.

Song Qingshu just let the Hell Terrace pass the side of the Black Steel Army, and there were more than 200 muffled noises.

More than two hundred Golden Core cultivators died in such an instant.

Except for a pool of blood, some did not even drop a scream.

"Ding, hell platform has collected a gold core eightfold undead, and gained 8536 experience points."

"Ding, hell platform collected a Jindan Nine Undead, and gained 9636 resuscitation experience points."

"Ding, hell platform has collected a golden core eightfold undead, and gained 7566 recovery experience points."

"Ding, hell platform has collected a golden core eightfold undead, and gained 7233 experience points for recovery."

...

"Ding, hell platform collected a Yuanying triple undead, and gained 13546 resuscitation experience points."

"Ding, hell platform has collected a golden core eightfold undead, and gained 8521 resuscitation experience points."

...

As more and more undead died on the platform of hell, more than two hundred beeps were emitted from the system.

Song Qingshu listened to the system prompt and couldn't help but sneered:

"The experience of a previous Jindan monk can raise the Hell Tower one level."

"Unexpectedly now that more than 200 people can't let it rise even one level?"

"It seems that this guy's appetite is the same as my colorful golden pill, it is getting bigger and bigger."

Just when Song Qingshu was amazed by the appetite of Hell Terrace.

Chen Kunyi, who was frightened by the power of the Hell Terrace, came back to his senses.

Then he took a deep look at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu had previously guessed that Chen Kunling was the formation master because he had no weapons in his hands.

But Song Qingshu forgot.

In this world, not only the formation division is empty-handed.

There is also a kind of person named Nianlishi.

The weapon of the formation division is the infinite vitality between heaven and earth, so they have nothing to do with them.

The weapon of the mind force is the vast mind power in the brain, so they have nothing to do with them.

But they are the most stable-minded people in the world, and the fastest shots.

Because Chen Kunling's weapon is his mind.

Mind is faster than any weapon, faster than all movements.

It was faster than Song Qingshu when he swung his sword, and even faster than Song Qingshu had just realized Kunyi sword.

When Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu, the wrinkles on his face suddenly became deeper.

His will entered Song Qingshu's mind and turned into a stormy sea, constantly beating and bombarding!

Song Qingshu's face was pale, and he only felt uneasy in his mind, and the hell platform that was crashing into the crowd paused slightly.

Song Qingshu is not a Nianli master, he is a little sparse about the tempering of the divine mind.

So when Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu, the offensive of Hell Terrace stopped suddenly.

Can't crash into others like a mountain...

If Chen Kunling didn't expect it, Song Qingshu would be dizzy for a moment.

That moment, will be when Song Qingshu died.

but.

How could Song Qingshu's power be something Chen Kunling could guess?

The eight golden dragons on the golden pill of Song Qingshu let out roars and an overbearing aura filled Song Qingshu's body.

So Song Qingshu just blinked, and all the disgust in his mind was burned into blue smoke, leaving only Qingming.

"That's it?"

Song Qingshu looked at Chen Kunling and smiled.

Chapter 364

Chen Kunling looked at Song Qingshu whose eyes were restored to Qingming, and said in horror:

"The mind attack is the most incomprehensible, how did you do it?"

Song Qingshu was indifferent, raising his finger lightly.

The platform of hell turned around and headed towards Chen Kunling.

"Some doubts should be taken into the coffin."

"Chen Kunling, deputy commander of the Black Steel Army."

"Although your mind attack is quite powerful, you have forgotten the most important thing."

Chen Kunling's face was so pale that he looked at the Hell Terrace that came to him, and said bitterly, "What's the matter?"

Song Qingshu said:

"The strongest thing about a warrior should lie in himself. God's mind and so on are nothing but assistance."

"If there is a chance, I really hope you can strengthen your combat capability."

"Don't focus your energy on the polishing of divine mind."

"But if you want to come, you have no chance, die!"

Song Qingshu looked at the platform of hell very close to Chen Kunling, with a smile on his lips.

Then Song Qingshu let out a sharp roar.

The body of Hell Terrace became even bigger with Song Qingshu's roar.

Like a world-destroying meteorite falling from the sky, it smashed Chen Kunling with infinite power.

clang!

There was a very crisp sound from Shanpingzhi, which reached everyone's ears.

This crisp sound was like a hammer hitting an ancient bell, with a loud and long aftertaste.

Such a sound, logically speaking, should be the most calming one.

But when Song Qingshu listened to this drum-like sound.

But his heart was not at ease.

And there was a sense of cumbersomeness.

Because the drum sound represents percussion.

Knocking means being stopped.

So there was a crisp percussion from the Hell Terrace.

And little sparks spattered on the hell platform.

Song Qingshu raised his head and frowned when he looked at the Hell Terrace blocked in the air by the invisible force.

Not waiting for Song Qingshu to say anything.

Suddenly, countless profound lines appeared under his feet, which was a magic circle.

"Song Qingshu, you are too proud of your strength."

"Now please die with this pride."

Chen Kunling looked at the light emitted by the circle at his feet, smiled satisfied, and said.

At this moment, a vast force came from the sky from the world and patted Song Qingshu on the head.

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked towards the sky.

A statue of Dharma appeared in front of Song Qingshu, with black mist fluttering on the Dharma image, and gust of wind.

There is terror in the silence.

In the deepest part of the Fa image, there was Mo Xiejia's wisp of will standing proudly, his eyes were so cold that he looked at Song Qingshu.

This statue of Dharma is the guardian formation just arranged by the Black Steel Army.

The Mo Xie Jia in the Fa image is the eye of this formation.

He commanded this formation with absolute strength and willpower.

Mo Xie Jia here seemed to be conscious.

From the moment he saw Song Qingshu, this statue of Dharma was shot directly at Song Qingshu with the most powerful blow.

There is not the slightest remaining hands and pity.

Song Qingshu's left hand is controlling the platform of hell.

The right hand is leaning behind him, trying to draw the sword.

But the palm came too fast and fiercely, like thunder and lightning.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to draw the sword, so he flipped his hand to the sky.

The face of the black law body is full of anger, the eyebrows are raised like a sword, the thunder in the eyes, the giant palm is pressed to the ground!

A piece of autumn forest on the side of the hill was trembling and red and yellow leaves deviated from the branches, suppressed by the power of this terrifying body.

Compared with the black body like a mountain, Song Qingshu's palm seemed so small.

When the palms meet, the vitality of the heaven and the earth on the hills escapes everywhere.

A vacuum zone appeared between the palms.

So there was no piercing roar.

The black magic body only persisted for a moment, and the change suddenly turned into countless fragments scattered in the sky.

Song Qingshu just took a palm, and crushed this extremely powerful black law body along with Mo Yejia!

Chen Kun Ling's face does not change:

"on!"

A note to clarify the sword intent came from Song Qingshu.