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"Such nonsense, it's really interesting."

As Song Qingshu was talking, he raised his foot forward and walked towards the black attic.

There is a flowing stream in the southeast of the black attic.

Following Mo Yejia's murmur.

The stream was still, and the light on the black attic was frozen.

The black city seems to have become a small world from the beginning of the world.

In the black city of Mingyue, the atmosphere of heaven and earth became extremely peaceful.

This kind of quietness does not concern whose level is high or deep, but is connected to a certain level of the Dao rules.

A strong sense of restraint is undoubtedly revealed under the bright moon and breeze.

In such a world, ascetics cannot control the heaven and earth vitality, and cannot inhale the heaven and earth vitality into the golden core.

It can be said that in today's world, ordinary ascetics are no different from ordinary people.

But among the ranks of ordinary ascetics, Song Qingshu and Mo Xiejia were definitely not included.

Mo Xiejia is the master of this world, so naturally it is impossible to be bound by his own rules of heaven and earth.

And the colorful golden pill in the belly of Song Qingshu shines.

Although the heaven and earth vitality breathed into Song Qingshu's body was a little bit less, there was still a little bit more.

So Song Qingshu could still stride forward and still had the courage to stab Mo Xiejia to death.

Mo Yejia pours out a mouthful of turbid energy, and the manic heaven and earth vitality in his body is absorbed by him again.

"This is the critical moment."

"Song Qingshu, can you stand there obediently and wait for me to kill you without saying a word?"

Mo Yejia looked at Song Qingshu who was walking towards him, a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, and he whispered.

Song Qingshu naturally did not follow.

So even if Song Qingshu's face was as pale as paper, his blood-colored robe was shabby.

Even so, Song Qingshu's footsteps are still pushing towards the black attic step by step.

His eyes radiated bright as light, as clean as his slender right hand, not stained with dust.

Mo Xiejia saw Song Qingshu silently turning around in the alleys of Xiongcheng, as if he would disappear into Xiongcheng at any time.

Then the nasty figure appeared before his eyes again.

Mo Yejia didn't want this.

Because now is not the last time for Mo Yejia to take action.

He has not reached the peak intensity of his life.

So Song Qingshu must stay in place:

"In the name of Qingfeng and Mingyue."

"Take the Black City Attic as an order."

"Song Qingshu, stay, right?"

With Mo Yejia finished.

The air around Song Qing's body changed drastically.

Above the Xiongcheng, there are countless heavens and earth's vitality quietly descending, surrounding Song Qingshu's body.

Besieged Song Qingshu in the formation formed by Tiandi Dadao.

As Song Qingshu guessed.

In the world opened by Mo Yejia, he is the master of this world.

So he doesn't need to act, only speaks.

The laws of this world will be directly transformed by Moyejia into the world Moyejia wants.

"The Lord of Reincarnation said it."

"I will meet my own opportunities and challenges in this world."

"I have never seen such an existence manipulating the vitality of heaven and earth."

"So this really can't help being called a chance."

"Unfortunately, because I will die anytime."

"So, I really have to play with the spirit of twelve points to complete such a really difficult challenge..."

Song Qingshu looked at the Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth lingering around him, smiling and opening his lips.

That's it in one word.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but fell into thought.

It was a long time later that Song Qingshu was like talking about limericks, and said a few words that made people incomprehensible: "A gentleman can't ask for enough food, he can't ask for peace."

"No desire, no demand, nature and fear, solidity, wind, rain, and fog have nothing to do with me."

Song Qingshu closed his eyes.

After each word, Song Qingshu would stand still for a while, so his speech rate was abnormally slow, and he appeared very gentle.

Song Qingshu looked at the faint clouds on the top of the dome.Smiled and said.

Song Qingshu's tone was flat and gentle, which seemed very amiable.

But his tone was so resolute, with a wave of firm determination.

...

If there are only others in Xiongcheng at this time, they must have failed to understand Song Qingshu's intentions.

Even if the spectator is the top powerhouse in the world.

It was Tang Xun and Li Zhan, and it was difficult for them to see through Song Qingshu's intentions.

Therefore, there is only Mo Xiejia in this world who can understand Song Qingshu's unreasonable words.

After listening to Song Qingshu's words, Mo Xiejia's expression was solemn, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at Song Qingshu.

When Song Qingshu said these words, the originally quiet and silent world in the black city.

Suddenly, some extremely subtle and almost imperceptible changes occurred.

Mo Yejia lightly closed his right hand, tilted his head and closed his eyes, and in the vaguely he could hear the crackling crackling sound.

The source of the sound was Song Qingshu's side.

Then the blood robe on Song Qingshu's body was gently fluttering with the wind, and her long black hair fluttered.

Mo Yejia looked at this extremely ordinary scene and couldn't understand it.

This world should have no wind, no dance, no rain or thunder.

In that case, how did Song Qingshu's blood robe dance with the wind?

How is his long black hair fluttering?

After thinking for a long time, Mo Xiejia was able to come to a conclusion:

"A hole was opened in the world of Xiongcheng?"

While breaking through the world of Mo Xie Jia, the lingering atmosphere of heaven and earth in Song Qingshu's body also quietly disappeared.

So Song Qingshu continued silently walking towards Mo Xiejia on the black attic.

Looking at Song Qingshu, who was regaining his mobility, the expression on Mo Yejia's face looked extremely complicated.

He didn't expect that Song Qingshu's seemingly casual remarks would break the power of the rules that he had been brewing for a long time.

He did not expect.

It should have been a must-win game.

But now things happen again and again.

First, the first circle was broken, and then even the second circle was destroyed.

Now it is Mo Xiejia's proudest power of the laws of heaven and earth, but he can't stop Song Qingshu alone.

After thinking for a long time, Mo Yejia looked solemnly and opened his lips:

"how did you do that?"

Chapter 393: The World Between Words

Mo Xiejia looked at Song Qingshu, whose clothes were fluttering, and then at the lifeless lake not far from the black attic.

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

Mo Xiejia watched the lake surface without ripples, and watched the willow branches by the lake no longer swing with the wind.

for a long time.

The expression on Mo Yejia's face became more and more solemn, then he turned his head and looked at Song Qingshu: "There is no wind in Xiongcheng."

"How do you make your clothes fluttering?"

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, tidying up his clothes that were tossed by the breeze, triumphantly: "Your broken city has no wind."

"Is there any wind beside me, why bother to look at your world?"

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

"Because I didn't abide by your rules, so I can dance above the wind."

Mo Yejia shook his head:

"But you stand in my world."

"Then naturally should abide by the laws of my world."

"Xiongcheng is still without wind, how can you not fail to comply?"

At the foot of Song Qingshu, the thunder arc surging:

"This kind of thing is too mysterious."

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

"You are invincible in your world, and I look down upon the heroes in my paintings."

Mo Xiejia nodded thoughtfully after hearing this.

Song Qingshu actually didn't break Moyejia's world.

Therefore, the city is still majestic and mighty, as if it can stand for millions of years under the passing of time.

But Song Qingshu was not in his world.

Because of Song Qingshu's words just now, he established his own world in the black city.

Therefore, the world of Xiongcheng can no longer threaten Song Qingshu.

Moyejia under the bright moon.

Song Qingshu dressed in blood.

Although both of them are bathed in moonlight.

But alone in the city.

A person in his own world.

Two people, yin and yang are separated, naturally a sense of distance will inevitably arise.

However, Song Qingshu only relied on this sense of distance to be able to move forward in Xiongcheng.

"In one word, create your own world?"