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"I have also thought about the way of formation, but I have never seen anyone who can create a formation with their own feet."

"But it's okay, you have a battle, and so do I."

After saying that, Mo Xiejia stretched out his hand towards his loose robe.

Then a sachet-like kit was pinched in his hand by Mo Xiejia's fingers.

Moxiejia held a scroll in his right hand.

He held a brocade pouch between his left fingers.

There is a powerful formation in the kit.

It seems that as long as Moxiejia is willing.

The kit in his hand will directly explode into an infinite formation, and then engulf Song Qingshu in the formation.

In this kit, there is a super powerful formation that can kill Nascent Soul fifth-layer powerhouses.

This is the ultimate move that Mo Xiejia spent countless years carving out.

This is also the move that Mo Xiejia uses to save his life.

From the time when Mo Xiejia had just stepped into the five-fold realm of the Nascent Soul.

He prepared such a formation for Li Zhan Tang Xun and others.

Decades later.

The kit finally left Mo Xiejia's embrace.

Facing the first opponent in its life.

The kit was held in his arms for a long time.

So the kit is slightly warm.

The moonlight in Xiongcheng is very clear.

Song Qingshu smiled coldly under the moonlight.

"Song Qingshu, for being able to force me to come here, I really have to praise you."

"There is a formation in the bag, why don't you take a look?"

Mo Xiejia lightly squeezed the bag with his middle finger and thumb, smiling.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes.

When closing his eyes, Song Qingshu's fingers trembled imperceptibly.

Like flying flowers pinching leaves, and like embroidered flowers.

Song Qingshu opened his eyes after a long time.

He let out a foul breath, then looked up at Mo Xiejia:

"You try it?"

Mo Xiejia snorted coldly:

"You don't need to say more!"

"Song Qingshu, obediently accept this gift from me!"

Say it.

Mo Xiejia directly crushed the scented kit, with a ferocious expression like a ghost.

As the kit was crushed, a faint light shone faintly in Mo Xiejia's left palm.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the black male city fell into a deathly tranquility.

It was like the calm before the storm, which made Moxiejia very excited.

But Song Qingshu didn't expect to be bathed in wind and rain at all.

He has been smiling coldly, with countless mocking expressions in his eyes.

The two people in Xiongcheng fell into silence.

After a long time.

Moxiejia's doubtful murmur broke the tranquility of Xiongcheng first:

"The killing array in my kit can't be activated?"

"Song Qingshu, what did you do?"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes with a smile, and the slits in his eyes were menacing.

Then Song Qingshu put his hands behind his back and straightened his waist.

Brush it!

Following Song Qingshu's actions.

Countless formations with different breaths sprayed out from the space behind him.

Like a small spring in the mountains, it keeps gushing out cool and cold spring water.

The non-stop gushing out of the formation's aura stirred up the vitality of heaven and earth in the city under the moon in just an instant.

In the chaotic formation, countless extremely fine tearing turbulences of vitality emerged, lying between the bodies of the two.

It's not that Mo Xiejia didn't expect Song Qingshu to set up the formation very quickly.

But Mo Xiejia never thought that Song Qingshu could be so fast.

It's just a face-to-face meeting and a few days of chatting with each other.

Behind Song Qingshu, at least seven or eight arrays of formations spewed out.

Milky white space turbulence emerged from those formations.

It is like a black hole appearing on the ground.

The vitality of heaven and earth in Xiongcheng is like flowing water, continuously flowing into the black hole.

The vitality of heaven and earth is passing away very quickly.

The connection between Mo Xiejia's thoughts and the kit was disturbed by the non-stop flow of heaven and earth, and he couldn't maintain a smooth flow for a moment!

Mo Xiejia looked down at the broken brocade bag in his left palm, his face was a little dignified.

He was very distressed.

The layout of the formation is very hard, but the formation will be broken as soon as it is broken.

So Mo Xiejia felt a little wronged.

So a touch of white fell from the top of Mo Xiejia's head, like remnant snow.

It was as if heaven and earth had sensed the unimaginably chaotic formation and the turbulent flow of heaven and earth vitality in the male city.

So above Xiongcheng, the air under the bright moon became solemn and oppressive.

Then I don't know which cloud's moisture was crushed by the breath of heaven and earth into white snow, which slowly fell to the ground.

Chapter 410

Mo Xiejia looked up at the snowfalls falling from the sky, and frowned slightly.

A piece of residual snow fell on Song Qingshu's hands, and it immediately melted into a puddle of water.

"This is the dog days of June in the world."

"At this time, the sky does not see the bright and fiery sky, but this white and flawless residual snow appears."

"Mo Xiejia, could it be that you have grievances? Hahaha."

Song Qingshu felt the coolness coming from his fingers, and his lips raised a playful arc, and he opened his lips to speak.

Mo Xiejia snorted coldly.

A breath that was more shady than Can Xue shot straight into the sky.

Boom!

A dull bang like winter thunder came from the sky.

Immediately, the thick clouds above the sky were directly blown away.

In the world of clouds and Xiongcheng, little bits of snow remained.

The rest no longer exists.

"Do you think knowing the dot matrix method is a big deal?"

Mo Xiejia stood up straight, looked at Song Qingshu in ragged clothes, and spoke disdainfully.

Song Qingshu nodded:

"I'm sorry, knowing the dot matrix method is not a big deal."

"It's pretty amazing!"

"It's a pity, I'm afraid you will never be able to experience this artistic conception again."

After saying this, Song Qingshu put his hands behind his back again.

The purple blood soft sword that Song Qingshu had been holding tightly in his hand was still lying at the bottom of the pit.

But Song Qingshu didn't lift it up.

Because Song Qingshu was already exhausted, and he no longer had any strength to lift the light and sharp purple blood soft sword.

But it's okay.

He still has a will.

That's why he was still able to chuckle, stood up with difficulty and despised Mo Xiejia.

Song Qingshu's hands behind his back kept trembling slightly, so the vitality of heaven and earth trembled in his hands.