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"Although it is only a god, it can easily penetrate the shackles of the world and create your own world."

"Should these not be common sense in the monastic world? Why don't you understand?"

Mo Xiejia shook his head slightly, and the expression in Song Qingshu's eyes became more interested: "I have been trapped in this world for a long time, and the time to dominate this world is too long."

"I'm already a bit boring."

"It's been a long time since I was transformed into the gods."

"But luckily I saw you."

Song Qingshu frowned:

"How about seeing me?"

Mo Xie Jia haha ​​smiled:

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

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu's eyes turned into a piece of ice:

"This kind of nonsense, I will tell you after I enter the battle."

Mo Yejia raised his eyebrows:

"Why are you here?"

Song Qingshu brazenly took out his palm and said angrily:

"Come here!"

Chapter 390

Song Qingshu took a deep breath and inhaled the vitality of the heavens and earth within hundreds of miles into his body.

Because of the heaven and earth vitality surging in Song Qingshu's body.

So Song Qingshu's chest was exaggerated.

Due to excessive force, a bright red blood came out of Song Qingshu's mouth.

Song Qingshu bit her lips tightly, enduring the feeling of fullness in her body.

Just when the vitality in Song Qingshu's body was about to burst him.

Song Qingshu slapped a palm faster than Thunder.

clang!

A loud noise came from the second formation.

Then the second formation swayed like a foam ball in the wind, as if it would break at any time.

As the formation swayed, cracks opened on the black stone walls of Xiongcheng.

Song Qingshu snorted coldly.

Then he took another palm.

Two palms.

Three palms.

Four palms.

Song Qingshu shouted loudly, and thousands of palms were connected in an instant.

So there was not even a single sound from above the second magic circle.

Because Song Qingshu shot so many palms one after another, they directly scattered the air beside the second magic circle.

So the second magic circle was in a vacuum.

So there was no more sound from it.

Since the air was broken up, no sound came from it.

But Mo Yejia, who was sitting cross-legged in the black attic, tried his best to look at Song Qingshu, but couldn't see Song Qingshu's shot.

"so fast."

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu's tens of thousands of palms, without any negative emotions, and exclaimed sincerely.

As Song Qingshu kept raising his palm to take pictures.

The black city under the moon has changed from being as stable as Mount Tai to now shaking and restless.

Pieces of floating clouds suspended above the black male city suddenly shattered.

Countless black walls were broken into powder gravel.

The 18 ancient bells glowing with blue light above the male city fell silent, and the second circle was broken.

Countless white swirling flowers bloomed in the ancient formation before Song Qing wrote.

His sleeves fluttered rustlely, exploding in the gust of wind.

This is the effect that the wind in the extremely fast time and space hits him.

In a very short time.

There were thousands of collisions between him and the second largest formation that enveloped the black city.

The second magic circle swayed like a blowing bubble, trembling.

Song Qingshu's body was also greatly injured.

clang!

Song Qingshu punched out again, his fist slammed against the formation.

As a result, Song Qingshu's fist was dented in an extremely exaggerated arc shape at the same time as a very crisp sound.

Hum!

Just when Song Qingshu's fist was about to break the formation.

There was another soft buzz on the formation.

So just now Song Qingshu tried his best to slap that punch back to Song Qingshu's body.

puff.

A soft noise came from Song Qingshu's chest.

There were four broken breast bones.

Snapped.

There was a crisp sound from Song Qingshu's fist.

The fist bones there cracked open.

However, most of the power of the fist in the feedback came into Song Qingshu's golden core.

With the ups and downs of the golden pill that Song Qingshu has cultivated to perfection now, it is full of colorful colors.

That powerful force became part of Song Qingshu again.

But it is so.

Song Qingshu was still very angry.

Because under the bright moonlight, Mo Yejia, who was sitting in the black attic, chuckled.

Although neither of them said anything.

But both of them knew it well.

Song Qingshu looked away from Mo Xiejia's body, and his heart trembled slightly.

"Song Qingshu, enter the city, right?"

Mo Xiejia digested the majestic strength in his body again, and said to Song Qingshu with a smile on his face.

Song Qingshu raised his brows:

"Mo Yejia, what am I here?"

Mo Xie Jia haha ​​smiled:

"Now that you have so many bones broken in your body, how can you get in if you want to come in?"

"Everything has its causal cycle, and the formation is the same. You think it depends on the few punches you just slammed with brute force."

"Is it really enough to break my second circle?"

"Song Qingshu, don't be too naive."

Song Qingshu ignored Mo Xiejia's chuckle at the corner of his mouth, and said to the system in his heart: "Turn on and sweep!"

The sound of the system's mechanical gears rang in Song Qingshu's ears.

"Ding, the scan found that the avenue-level array is dark at night, and the array is extremely damaged. It does not take too long to scan. Do you want to scan?"

Hearing such a prompt from the system, the smile on Song Qingshu's mouth hung up gently.

In fact, the thousands of punches Song Qingshu had just thrown.

It wasn't that what Mo Yejia had said was just relying on brute force to make a move.

It was Song Qingshu's fist based on a speculation method of breaking through the defensive array proposed by Emperor Infinite.

So although Song Qingshu just didn't start scanning.

But the formation was only the last point away from being broken by Song Qingshu.

"scanning!"

Song Qingshu said indifferently to the system in his heart.

"Ding, I'm scanning the dark night of the avenue-level damaged array, and the degree of cracking is 20%. Please be patient."

"Ding, I'm scanning the dark night of the avenue-level damaged array, and the degree of cracking is 40%. Please be patient."

"Ding, we are scanning the dark night of the avenue-level damaged formations. The degree of cracking is 60%. Please be patient."

...

"Ding, we are scanning the dark night of the avenue-level damaged array, and the degree of cracking is 100%.

However, after a short while, the news of the success of cracking the formation rang in Song Qingshu's mind.

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at Mo Xiejia, who was still smiling, and his expression returned to calm from irritability.

Mo Xiejia brushed a strand of ink hair that was hiding in front of her, and looked at Song Qingshu: "What's so funny?"

Song Qingshu shrugged and did not answer.

Then Song Qingshu gently raised his index finger, pressing against the second formation in front of him.

Puff...clang!

As Song Qingshu exerted force on one point, the second magic circle that had just been indestructible directly blasted a hole.

The cracks in the hole spread to the countless corners of this second magic circle like a spider web.

There was a faint breath desperately mending the fragmented second magic circle.

But it takes time.

A moment before the second magic circle returned to its original state.

Song Qingshu's feet creaked and thunder arcs kept flashing.

Song Qing's body was misty and misty, and there was no end to it.

So in the day, the blood robe of Song Qingshu was never seen again.

So under the bright moon, a bloody smell suddenly appeared, and a person came here covered in blood.

Mo Yejia felt something in her heart.

Then he scattered the lotus seat and stood on the highest black attic under the bright moon. He lowered his head and looked at Song Qingshu earnestly, and said with his lips open: "Did you enter the city?"