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But now there are many changes.

First the first magic circle was broken, and then the second magic circle was destroyed.

Now Mo Xiejia is most proud of the power of the law of heaven and earth, but he can't stop Song Qingshu alone.

After thinking for a long time, Mo Xiejia opened his lips solemnly and said:

"how did you do that?"

Chapter 393 The World Between Words

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu, whose clothes were fluttering, and then at the lifeless lake not far from the black attic.

There is no wind on the lake, only the bright moon shines a little clear light.

Mo Xiejia looked at the dead silence on the lake, and the willow branches beside the lake no longer swaying in the wind.

for a long time.

The expression on Mo Xiejia's face became more and more solemn, and then he turned his head and looked at Song Qingshu: "There is no wind in Xiongcheng."

"How do you get your clothes fluttering?"

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, tidied up his clothes that had been blown by the breeze, and said triumphantly, "Your ruined city is nothing but windless."

"Is there any wind beside me, why bother to look at your world?"

"Because I don't see your world, I don't follow your rules."

"Because I didn't follow your rules, I can dance against the wind."

Moxie shook his head:

"But you are in my world."

"Then naturally you should obey the laws of my world."

"Xiongcheng is still windless, how do you not observe and obey?"

Song Qingshu's feet thundered:

"This kind of thing is too mysterious."

"You can understand that I have become the person in the painting in your world."

"You are invincible in your world, and I am the best in my paintings."

Hearing this, Mo Xiejia nodded thoughtfully.

Song Qingshu actually did not break through Mo Xiejia's world.

Therefore, the majestic city is still majestic and majestic, as if it can still stand for millions of years under the passing of time.

But Song Qingshu was not in his world.

Because of what Song Qingshu said just now, he established his own world in the black male city.

Therefore, the world of Xiongcheng can no longer threaten Song Qingshu.

Moxiejia under the bright moon.

Song Qingshu dressed in blood.

Although both of them are bathed in the moonlight.

But a person is in Xiongcheng.

A person is in his own world.

Two people, yin and yang are separated, so it is inevitable to have a sense of distance.

However, Song Qingshu was able to continue walking in the Xiongcheng just now with the help of this sense of distance.

"Create your own world with one word?"

"Song Qingshu, although I know you are strong, you shouldn't be so strong, right?"

"You are just a Jindan Ninth Layer monk, how can you do this?"

"How did you realize this supernatural power?"

Mo Xiejia wanted to ask many questions.

So much so that Song Qingshu didn't know how to answer.

Thick fog rose from Song Qingshu's side, he raised his head and looked at Mo Xiejia on the black attic, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart.

Earlier, when Song Qingshu was suppressed by Mo Xiejia's Xiongcheng Town.

Whether it was the Zixue soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand, or the Hell Terrace behind him, they all fell into a kind of despair.

Even if Song Qingshu just started to scan this invincible cheat.

He also failed to find a glimmer of life in the world of Xiongcheng.

But just when Song Qingshu was about to tear open the dimensional rift and escape from this world.

The artistic conception of Kun in him suddenly had something to say.

So Song Qingshu opened his lips to speak.

So he built his own world in Xiongcheng.

"How did you realize this supernatural power?"

"I only just thought of it."

"The Lord of Reincarnation said that I will meet my own chance in this world."

"It should be one of the chances to speak out and create the world."

"Thank you, anyway."

Say it.

Song Qingshu's figure turned into a ray of red glow again, heading towards the place where Mo Xiejia was.

Mo Xiejia spread out the book held in his right palm under the moonlight, and looked at the words on the book with a ray of faint moonlight.

Xiongcheng is still his world.

Although he can't affect Song Qingshu's world.

But how could he do nothing to let Song Qingshu run wild in his world?

So Mo Xiejia pointed his finger to the preface of a chapter in the book, and opened his lips and said:

"As far as I can see, there is a mountain named Kunlun whose weight is [-] times the Qingluan Mountain where the Black Steel Army is located. It can fill the eye of a storm in another world."

"Can suppress all monsters in the world."

"The wind of troubled times cannot move its hair."

"People in the evil world cannot see the foot of the mountain."

Say it.

Mo Xiejia looked at the afterimage that was coming towards him, raised his finger and pointed at him.

After Mo Xiejia opened his lips, he finished these few words.

The vitality of heaven and earth in Xiongcheng, which was silent before, is now unstoppably and violently agitated.

Ordinary monks can't see this restlessness, but monks like Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia who can create the world can feel it.

Those restlessness like thick rain clouds, flying clouds and fog.

Song Qingshu sensed the terrifying power hidden in it, and instinctively produced a huge and strong sense of vigilance.

So Song Qingshu stopped his figure.

It's not because Song Qingshu is afraid of this restless world.

Rather, the restless vitality of heaven and earth is suddenly compressed at an unimaginable speed.

Then the compressed heaven and earth energy condensed into an invisible peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Breaking out of the air, it blasted towards Song Qingshu's body that was about to become an afterimage in the air.

In Xiongcheng, it was still as lonely as night, and no sound was heard.

As the saying goes, the night is dark and the wind is high to kill people.

Such a beautiful night is naturally suitable for doing bad things.

But Song Qingshu had no choice but to reappear, frowning at a place fifty feet away from the black attic.

Song Qingshu felt that his body was very heavy.

There was a soft humming in his ears, and many, many noises were shaking in his mind.

Although there was nothing on his shoulders, he could feel that a mountain had been pressed on his shoulders.

Compared with Xia Houli, Song Qingshu's body can be said to be very ordinary, and his shoulders seem to be unable to bear much weight.

Let alone let him go back to the mountains.

So Song Qingshu had to stop his figure.

Precariously falling on the spot, his knees gradually bent when the soles of his shoes touched the ground, but he still refused to fall down.

"It seems that the attack in my world can still affect your world."

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu who was about to kneel down, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he opened his lips and said.

Song Qingshu spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, raised his head indifferently, and shouted angrily:

"Move the mountain!"

But following Song Qingshu's words, the heavy feeling on his shoulders still could not be weakened.

Song Qingshu was puzzled for a moment, and suddenly understood a little.