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He closed his eyes.

Quietly waiting for the incredible power in his body to become a part of his body.

Digesting huge amounts of energy is bound to take a long time for anyone.

But there are powerful enemies ahead.

Mo Xiejia still closed his eyes with confidence.

Not because of Mo Xiejia's arrogance and his contempt for Song Qingshu.

It was because he believed in the formation that guarded the black attic.

He believed that this formation was enough to stop Song Qingshu from the formation.

It was as if his clone believed that his palm was enough to kill Song Qingshu.

"I can see something interesting in you."

"So I know you are short of time now."

"Then it should be an opportunity for me."

"A chance to beat you."

"Since you think you can break the formation and stop me, then come on."

Song Qingshu put away his eyes looking at Mo Xiejia, and murmured a few words in his heart.

Immediately, Song Qingshu looked at the magic circle in front of him seriously, and let out a clear whistle.

Below the black attic is an autumn forest dyed red by autumn scenery.

Following Song Qingshu's clear whistle came out.

The red leaves on the tree trembled slightly, and there were green leaves that had not yet been dyed red.

Song Qingshu raised his palm like lightning and stabbed at the formation.

There was a clear and loud noise.

Song Qingshu's palm pierced into the formation, and then Song Qingshu shouted wildly.

The long black hair draped on his shoulders was blown by the strong wind, and then spread out like a splash of ink.

Snapped!

There was a hole in the line.

Chapter 389

The opening that split with the second circle.

Immediately, the scenery within the circle was no longer isolated from the outside world.

Mo Xiejia felt something, but still closed his eyes tightly.

Calm than before.

Today's Mo Yejia's heart is even more impatient and worried.

Song Qingshu's palm struggling downwards in the formation.

So a hole appeared in the extremely tough formation.

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

It's the same as Song Qingshu thought.

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

Now this simpler second magic circle is more prosperous.

Song Qingshu's palm just opened a cut in the formation, but it moved gently with Song Qingshu's palm.

The cut I had just struggling to draw out immediately became viscous again.

It looked like Song Qingshu was waving his palm in a thick fog.

Let Song Qingshu let his palm clarify Ling Li.

The thick fog in front of him never disappeared.

Song Qingshu pulled out his palm and looked at the unscathed formation, feeling a little bit.

"Song Qingshu, you don't want to try."

"This formation is not necessarily broken even by me."

"Just relying on you as a cultivator of the Nine Golden Core, don't you think it's too trivial? Hahaha."

Mo Xiejia watched Song Qingshu's blow without fruit, and a mocking smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Song Qingshu raised his head, looked at Mo Yejia who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the black attic, and said indifferently: "Is it because you sit too high, that's why you consider yourself very high?"

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

"Mo Xiejia, stop your voice."

Hearing the words, Mo Xiejia laughed and stretched out his hand to lightly stroke the air.

Rumble!

Within the circle of Moxiejia's body.

A black city rose out of thin air beneath the black attic, and surrounded the black attic.

Heicheng is very majestic.

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

It was still daytime at this time.

But with the emergence of the black male city, the sky in the formation instantly became as dark as night.

A bright white moon shed a bright light on the dome.

Hit the black attic standing at the highest point in the middle of the black city.

Under the shining bright moon, Moxiejia suddenly became extremely sacred.

Coupled with his natural and extraordinary book spirit.

Mo Xie Jia appeared on the black attic like a banter.

Reading and drinking under the bright moon are drunk.

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

It's just that Mo Yejia is not smiling at this time.

It was Song Qingshu.

"Song Qingshu, I know that this is the first time you have come to Black Feather Sect, and the first time you come to visit my Mo Xie Jia.

"Whether you are a wicked guest or a good person, I still want to fulfill the friendship of the landlord."

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

The breeze was blowing above the langlang sky.

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

Mo Yejia stretched out his hand to hold the wine glass and spoke very kindly to Song Qingshu.

After speaking, Mo Yejia drank the sake in his left hand directly, very cheerful.

As the sake fell, Mo Yejia could feel the power in her body become more condensed.

It's no longer the violent and chaotic before.

Mo Yejia knew that he had become stronger.

So at this moment, his face is full of delightful smiles.

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

Because Song Qingshu's world was still daylight.

So Song Qingshu's world is only bright.

There is nothing elegant and picturesque.

Plus the blood coat on Song Qingshu now.

Therefore, Song Qingshu's temperament is far from the banished immortal.

Compared to Mo Yejia, who was beautifully dressed in gorgeous clothes.

Song Qingshu today is like a beggar in despair.

But Song Qingshu was not worried about this.

Not to mention that he looked like a beggar in despair.

Even now Song Qingshu is really just a beggar.

He will not worry.

So what made him worry was the black city that appeared out of thin air next to the black attic.

The place that worries him is the incomparably bright moon floating above the city.

It is obviously daytime now.

Where's the moonlight?

Song Qingshu had only thought of one answer to this question after a long time of pondering.

But he thought it was unreasonable, so Song Qingshu asked suspiciously: "You created your own world in this world?"

Facing Song Qingshu's question, Mo Xiejia still sat cross-legged.

He didn't say a word, with only a smile on the corner of his mouth, letting his long black hair sway gently in the wind.

Song Qingshu saw that Mo Xiejia hadn't spoken, raised his brows and asked:

"how can that be."

"Being able to create one's own world in a world, this is no longer something that a strong Yuanying can do."

"Is it possible that you have already surpassed the Nascent Soul Realm and stepped into the Transcendent God Realm?"

"Oh, if that is the case, then I will immediately turn around and run away, and dare not stand in front of you again."

Under the day, there are also a few gusts of breeze blowing.

But Song Qingshu still felt sultry to the extreme.

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

But it is more likely to be in the second magic circle.

The reason for the chuckling Mo Yejia under the bright moon.

If Song Qingshu had a lesson, Mo Xiejia had really stepped into the realm of God Transformation.

So Song Qingshu will really leave this world immediately, leaving Tang Xun Li Zhan and others behind.

Because people in the realm of transforming gods are definitely not the existence that Song Qingshu can overcome today.

"Hua Shen Jing, what kind of existence is that?"

After hearing what Song Qingshu said, Mo Xiejia opened his eyes earnestly, looked at Song Qingshu, and said with a strong desire for knowledge.

Seeing Mo Xiejia this way, Song Qingshu couldn't help but open his lips questioningly:

"Under the five layers of Yuan Ying, it is the sense of heaven."

"Above the five levels of Yuan Ying is the Transcendent Realm."

"The next step is the peak of the Ninth Stage of Yuan Ying. There are so many people who have died in this state of cultivation, and the world is called the life and death state."

"And once you pass the life and death state, you will become the god of transformation."