Chapter 393

Mo Xie Jia looked at the Song Qing book in floating clothes, and looked at the dead lake not far from the black attic.

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

Mo Xie Jia looked at the silence of the lake without ripples, and watched the willow branches by the lake no longer swing with the wind.

For a long time.

Mo Xie Jia's face became more and more dignified. Then he turned his head and looked at Song Qingshu:

"There is no wind in xiongcheng."

"How do you do that?"

Song Qingshu smiled and sorted out his clothes, which were swept by the breeze, and was elated:

"Your broken city is just windless."

"Is there a wind beside me, why bother to see your world?"

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

"Because I don't obey your rules, I can dance with the wind."

Mo Xie Jia shook his head:

"But you stand in my world."

"Then nature should obey the laws of my world."

"There is still no wind in xiongcheng. How can you do it without seeing or observing?"

At the foot of song Qingshu, Lei yuantengsheng:

"This kind of thing is too mysterious."

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

"You are invincible in your world, and I am proud of the heroes in my paintings."

Mo Xie Jia nodded thoughtfully when he heard the speech.

In fact, song Qingshu did not break the world of moxie Jia.

Therefore, xiongcheng is still powerful and majestic, as if it can stand for millions of years under the fleeting time.

But song Qingshu is not in his world.

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

Therefore, the world of xiongcheng can no longer threaten song Qingshu.

Moxie Jia under the bright moon.

Song Qingshu in blood.

Although both were bathed in the moonlight.

But a man is in the middle of xiongcheng.

A person is in his own world.

When two people are separated by Yin and Yang, it is inevitable that they will have a sense of distance.

However, with the help of this sense of distance, song Qingshu was able to take a step in the male city.

"In a word, you create your own world?"

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

"You are just a nine fold monk of the golden elixir. How can you do this?"

"How did you realize this magic power?"

Mo Xie Jia wanted to ask a lot of questions.

Even song Qingshu didn't know how to answer.

There was a thick fog rising on the side of song Qingshu. He looked up at Mo Xie Jia on the black Pavilion and felt thousands of feelings in his heart.

Earlier, when song Qingshu was oppressed by the xiongcheng town of moyejia.

Both the purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand and the hell platform behind him fell into a kind of despair.

Even if song Qingshu just started to sweep away this invincible plug-in.

He also failed to find a chance of life in the world of xiongcheng.

But just when song Qingshu planned to tear open the dimensional crack and escape from this world.

In his body, the mood of Kun suddenly had something to say.

So song Qingshu spoke.

So he established his own world in xiongcheng.

"How did you realize this magical power?"

"I just thought of it."

"The Lord of reincarnation said I would meet my own chance in this world."

"It should be one of the opportunities to speak about creation."

"Anyway, thank you."

Stop talking.

The figure of song Qingshu turned into a red remnant Xia and swept away to the place where Mo Xie Jia was located.

Mo Xie Jia spread out the book in the palm of his right hand in the moonlight and looked at the words in the book through a faint moonlight.

Xiongcheng is still his world.

Although he can not affect the world of song Qingshu.

But how could he do nothing and let song Qingshu run wild in his world?

Therefore, moxie Jia pointed his finger to the preface of a chapter in the book and said:

"As far as I can see, there is a mountain called Kunlun, which weighs 18000 times. The qingluan mountain where the black steel army is located can fill the eye of other storms."

"It can control all demons in the world."

"The wind of troubled times can't move its fineness."

"People in the evil world can't see the foot of the mountain."

Stop talking.

Mo Xie Jia looked at the shadow that came to him, raised his finger and pointed to him.

With Mo Xie Jia's lips, he finished these words.

The vitality of heaven and earth in Xiong City, which was previously silent, is now unstoppable and violent.

Ordinary monks can't see this agitation, but song Qingshu and Mo Xie Jia, who can create the world, can feel it.

Those are restless like heavy rain clouds.

Song Qingshu sensed the terrorist power contained in it, and instinctively produced a great and strong feeling of alarm and fear.

So song Qingshu stopped his figure.

Not because song Qingshu was afraid of the world that began to become restless.

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

Then the compressed vitality of heaven and earth condensed into an invisible Kunlun mountain.

He broke through the air and blasted at the body of song Qingshu, which was quickly wiped in the air.

Xiongcheng is still as lonely as night, and no sound has sounded.

The so-called night black wind high murder night.

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

But song Qingshu had to reappear and frown 50 feet away from the black attic.

Song Qingshu felt that his body was very heavy.

There was a light hum in his ear, and a lot of noise shook his mind.

Although there was nothing on his shoulder, he could feel a big mountain on his shoulder.

Compared with Xia Houli, song Qingshu's body is very ordinary, and his shoulders seem to be unable to bear any weight.

Let alone let him go back to the mountain.

So in Song Qingshu had to stop his figure.

He was shaky in place, his soles touched the ground, his knees bent gradually, but he was always unwilling to fall down.

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

Mo Xie Jia looked at Song Qingshu, who was about to kneel down, raised a smile at the corners of his mouth and opened his lips to speak.

Song Qingshu spits out a mouthful of thick phlegm, looks up indifferently and drinks angrily:

"Move the mountain!"

But with song Qingshu's words, the heavy feeling on his shoulder still couldn't be weakened.

Song Qingshu wondered for a moment and suddenly understood something.

At this time, the heavy feeling on his shoulder is only an attack of rules, and there is no entity.

In that case, the move of song Qingshu will lose its prestige.

How can you kill people with a Camel Mountain on your back?

Song Qingshu was silent for a moment, and the mood of Kun in his body suddenly had something to say.

So song Qingshu smiled:

"The Kunlun Mountains are thousands of feet high and weigh thousands of mountains."

"I ignore, don't speak, don't look, don't smell."

"Then the mountain is gone."

"I'll be carefree. Don't point at me!"

At this point, song Qingshu suddenly loosened his shoulder and the Kunlun Mountain disappeared.