Chapter 389

With the opening of the second Dharma array.

Then the scenery in the Dharma array was no longer isolated from the outside world.

Mo Xie Jia felt it, but he still closed his eyes.

Calmer than before.

Now, there was even a trace of impatience and worry in the heart of moxie Jia.

Song Qingshu's palm struggled downward in the array.

So a hole appeared in the extremely tough array.

Song Qingshu's palm went down hard and unstoppable, and then the gap became bigger and bigger.

Just like song Qingshu thought.

Previously, the first array had the ability to repair itself.

Now the simpler second Dharma array is more prosperous.

Song Qingshu's palm just made a cut in the array, but with the gentle movement of song Qingshu's palm.

The cut that had just been painstakingly made immediately began to stick again.

It seems that song Qingshu is like waving his palm in a thick fog.

Let song Qingshu clarify linglie.

The thick fog in front of him never dispersed.

Song Qingshu took out his palm and looked at the undamaged array.

"Song Qingshu, don't try."

"Even I can't break this array."

"Don't you think it's too much fun just because you are a nine fold monk? Ha ha ha. "

Mo Xie Jia looked at Song Qingshu and hit him fruitlessly, and a sarcastic smile immediately hung on his face.

Song Qingshu raised his head, looked at Mo Xie Jia sitting cross legged on the roof of the black attic, and spoke indifferently:

"Is it because you sit too high that you think highly of yourself?"

"What you can't do, can't I?"

"Mo Xie Jia, stop."

Mo Xie Jia smiled when he heard the speech and stretched out his hand to gently stroke in the air.

Boom!

In the Dharma array where moyeka stood.

A black city rises out of thin air under the black attic and surrounds the black attic.

Black city is magnificent.

But there is still no way to cover up the towering black attic.

It was still day.

But with the rise of the black city, the sky in the array suddenly became as dark as late at night.

A white moon shed bright light on the dome.

It was on the highest black Pavilion in the middle of the black city.

Under the bright moon, moye gaton became very sacred.

With his natural and unconventional bookishness.

Mo Xie Jia appeared in the black Pavilion like a relegated fairy.

Reading and drinking under the bright moon.

Talk about poetry in the breeze and laugh at the world.

But at this time, Mo Xie Jia was not laughing at the world.

It's song Qingshu.

"Song Qingshu, I know it's your first time to visit the black feather evil sect and my first time to visit moxie Jia."

"Whether you're a bad guest or a good man, I'll do my best to be the host."

"Well, I'll give you this city as long as you can come in."

The breeze blew on the bright sky.

The wind brought a glass of sake deep in the clouds.

Moxie Jia reached out his hand to hold the wine cup and spoke kindly to song Qingshu.

After speaking, moxie Jia drank the sake in his left hand directly, which was very pleasant.

As the sake fell, moyejia could feel the power in his body becoming more condensed.

It is no longer as violent and chaotic as before.

Mojaya knew he had become stronger.

So his face was full of happy smiles.

Song Qingshu, who was toasted by him, couldn't laugh.

Because song Qingshu's world is still a day.

So the world of song Qingshu is only bright.

It's not picturesque.

Plus the bloody clothes on Song Qingshu.

Therefore, the temperament of song Qingshu is far from being a relegated immortal.

Than Mo Xie Jia, who stood up in gorgeous clothes and had a beautiful face.

Today, song Qingshu is like a poor beggar.

But this is not what bothers song Qingshu.

Don't say that you are like a beggar.

Even now Song Qingshu is really just a beggar.

He won't worry.

So what worried him was the black city next to the black attic.

What worried him was the bright moon floating on the male city.

It's day now.

Where's the moon?

Song Qingshu thought about this question for a long time and could only think of one answer.

But he thought it was unreasonable, so song Qingshu asked suspiciously:

"You created your own world in this world?"

Facing the question of song Qingshu, moxie Jia still sat cross legged.

He said nothing, only a smile on the corner of his mouth, and let his long black hair shake gently in the wind.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows and asked:

"How is this possible?"

"To be able to create one's own world in one world is not what Yuanying's strong can do."

"Difficult or not, now you have exceeded the realm of Yuanying and stepped into the realm of transforming God?"

"Oh, if so, I will immediately turn around and run for my life and dare not stand in front of you again."

In the daytime, there are several wisps of breeze blowing.

But song Qingshu still felt extremely hot.

This may be the reason why the light in the sky is too dazzling.

But it's more likely to be in the second array.

The reason for the smiling moyejia under the bright moon.

If song Qingshu's words become a mirror, moxie Jia really stepped into the realm of transforming God.

Then song Qingshu will really leave the world immediately and leave Tang Xun, Li Zhan and others behind.

Because the people who change the realm of God are by no means the existence that today's song Qingshu can overcome.

"What kind of existence is it?"

After hearing what song Qingshu said, moxie Jia seriously opened his eyes, looked at Song Qingshu and said with a strong thirst for knowledge.

Seeing this, song Qingshu couldn't help opening his lips and saying:

"Under the five elements of Yuanying is the feeling of heaven."

"Yuanying's five levels are the realm of heaven."

"Then there is the nine peaks of Yuanying. There are many people who practice and die in this realm. It is firmly known as the realm of life and death."

"Once you cross the realm of life and death, you become a realm of God."

"Although it's just turning God, it can easily and directly penetrate the shackles of the world and create its own world."

"Shouldn't these be the common sense of the monastic world? Why don't you understand? "

Mo Xie Jia shook his head and looked at Song Qingshu with more interest:

"I have been trapped in this world for a long time, and the time to dominate this world is too long."

"I'm a little boring."

"It's been a long time since I became a God."

"But fortunately, I saw you."

Song Qingshu frowned:

"What if you see me?"

Mo Xie Jia laughed:

"You know so much. I want to waste your martial arts. I can get a very good toy."

Hearing this, song Qingshu's eyes turned into cold ice:

"I'll talk to you after I enter the battle."

Mo Xie Jia raised his eyebrows:

"How did you come?"

Song Qingshu boldly took the palm and said angrily:

"So come!"