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Mo Xiejia let out a sulky breath, and then flipped the scroll in his hand again.

Brush it.

The vast black font swept away from Mo Yejia's eyes.

It took a long time for Mo Xiejia to see his most satisfying passage.

"Song Qingshu, in fact, when I finished the first sentence of the rules, you deserved to die."

"But you have survived a few sentences."

"Well, in that case, let me say one more thing."

"Of the language of the rules I have now, the most powerful and unstoppable sentence, listen to you?"

Mo Yejia looked at the words on his scroll carefully and said with a joking smile.

Song Qingshu naturally didn't want to listen.

But Mo Xiejia's finger was on the book, and the words reached his lips, how could he make Song Qingshu not listen?

So Song Qingshu revolved the Kunyi Dao in his body, frowned and hardened his scalp.

Mo Yejia's expression under the moonlight became more solemn and solemn.

The black long quiet cover fell on the face in front of him.

If at this time there is wind blowing under the bright moon.

If you want to come, long black hair will keep fluttering with the wind.

Mo Yejia opened his lips slightly, and chanted another paragraph of his own scroll.

This time he spoke very slowly, but his words were thunderous and harsh!

"As far as I can see, the world should use the power of samādhi to turn all the mountains, trees, trees, and lands of the land into a avenue, so that all things can be seen, and all things can be heard before me.

"Flying with my thoughts, there are blazing fires floating or appearing in cyan, yellow, white, purple, red, or black."

"Colorful colors come out, shining the Xiongcheng in the colorful."

"As I say, the vitality of Xiongcheng is like wind, fire, air, or inflammation in heat, or water, foam, or mountains."

"It may look like a flower, or a Garuda, or a star, or an idol, or a demon fox!"

After listening to Mo Xiejia's words, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sneered: "You are embarrassed to borrow some words from the Diamond Sutra?"

"What I have seen, that sentence should be correct as I heard it."

Mo Yejia closed the page, frowning slightly:

"When I say that I see it, that's what I see."

"I am the only god in this world, and my words are God's will."

"Since it is God's will, then this sentence can only be copied from the Diamond Sutra, not I copied it."

Song Qingshu frowned and held the purple blood soft sword, and took a step forward.

But at this moment.

Mo Yejia's words resounded through the city like thunder.

The air in the air was restlessly like boiling water.

The previously silent lake suddenly became panic.

The willow branches on the shore of the lake broke and fell, and the leaves fell into the lake.

There are countless breaths of heaven and earth in the city.

Coming all the way from the eight wastes and wilds of the black attic, carrying dust and wind all the way.

The coming was fierce and windy and dusty to the upstairs, and then from the upstairs to Song Qingshu angrily.

Song Qingshu yelled angrily, lifted the sword and slashed at Mo Xiejia who was currently on the black attic.

Ling Yu's sword intent cut off the first breath of heaven and earth that came before Song Qing's writing, flying away with a vague murderous aura, like a flash of lightning.

Mo Yejia frowned slightly, and the scroll in his hand was gently lifted upwards.

clang!

There was a clear and melodious metal crackling sound, and the scroll in Mo Xiejia's hand exploded with sparks.

Then Song Qingshu's sword with a killing intent was picked by Mo Xiejia above the bright moon sky.

The killing intent in Song Qingshu sword swept into the deep clouds.

As a result, the bright and beautiful clouds suddenly rolled and twisted very strongly.

It looks like there are thousands of crows flying and dancing in it, and thousands of flood dragons are constantly struggling and rolling inside.

The world above the clouds is extremely chaotic.

The atmosphere of the world under the Xiongcheng was also disturbed...

Chapter 395

Song Qingshu ran into the depths of the clouds with a killing sword at will.

The killing intent stirred endlessly, and the cloud group was torn apart by the sword energy formed by the killing intent, revealing a gap for a very short time.

The brilliance of the deep and secluded moonlight spilled from those gaps, and was scattered by the churning clouds into countless colorful colors.

Distorted into countless shapes in Song Qingshu's eyes.

Those quiet moonlight fell in the black city.

Or blue or white or black.

Song Qingshu looked at the color on her body and was speechless.

In ordinary eyes, such an extraordinary moonlight will naturally bring some horrible emotions to people.

In the eyes of monks.

These moonlights, twisted into countless shapes, are even more frightening.

Because in Song Qingshu's sea of ​​knowledge at this time.

Those quiet moonlight shone in the sky, and then turned into a monk holding a vajra pestle and stepping on a golden hair.

The quiet moon shone on the ground of Xiongcheng, and it turned into a monster with fierce flames and claws.

The quiet moon shines on Song Qingshu's face, so it turns into countless water and fire to hit Song Qingshu's face!

Song Qingshu knew that this was not an illusion, and no illusion was powerful enough to deceive himself.

This is not Mo Yejia's mental attack. The mental attack should appear in his mind, how can he show up in the world?

Whether it is a monk who is not angry or prestigious, or a monster with its teeth and claws, the sky, fire and water will follow it.

All these are real things and things.

This is the deep state of Moxie Jiayi's sixth level of Nascent Infant, and the atmosphere of the heavens and earth in the male city is like a god and demon!

This is a simple sentence.

But it was even more terrifying than Xiahouli's full shot.

This move has already possessed the power to transcend the world, and it has been contaminated with a little bit of divine power.

This is the attack of God, this is the shock that is enough to crush mortals.

No one can take such an attack hard, even Song Qingshu can't do it.

So there was blood oozing from the corners of Song Qingshu's lips, and blue veins appeared on the head of Song Qingshu.

Under the impact of this transcendent power.

Before the gods and Buddhas roaring in anger.

Song Qingshu could hardly generate even a trace of resistance.

Song Qingshu's knees were slightly bent, as if he could only kneel slowly.

His face was painfully pale, and the trembling golden core in his belly seemed to be destroyed by the terrifying impact of Mo Yejia.

Song Qingshu let out a foul breath.

In the face of such a terrible attack, Song Qingshu can no longer rely on the mysterious plug-ins of the system.

It was the purple blood soft sword in his hand that was as stained with blood as his own.

Song Qingshu's face was as pale as snow, and he didn't seem to have any energy.

Fortunately, the purple blood soft sword in his hand is still gorgeous, full of infinite power and beauty.

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword in his own world, and then three sword flowers shook out.

One is made of clouds and mist, so that sword flower is light and quiet.

One used Dahuang Fanshanjue, so that sword flower was as heavy as a mountain.

One used Cuilan Chaohaijue, so the sword flower was carefully continuous.

clang!

clang!

clang!

clang!

A slashed monk, blood spurted out, splashing more than half a foot.

A screaming ghost screamed when a monster was chopped off, and Song Qing's eardrums were sore.

One flower extinguished the fire and water in the sky, white smoke rose up, filled Song Qingshu's eyes.

"A good few swords, some skills and meaning."

"But, Song Qingshu, don't be too proud of you too early."

"Things that are tangible can naturally kill you easily, so what about you next?"

Mo Xiejia looked at the trembling purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand, jokingly smiled, and opened his lips.

Following Mo Yejia's words, it fell.

The monk reappeared in the sky with an eighteen golden body Arhat, and the strange ghost and beast appeared in Jiuyou.

The flood of fire and water rushed towards Song Qingshu.

Therefore, in Song Qingshu's eyes, the gods and ghosts who had just been hacked to death reappeared in the sky.

The heavy clouds have dissipated, and at this time starlight is shining through the gaps in Shen Yun's clouds.

And the reappearing Heavenly God and Buddha, accompanied by the stars, charged towards himself.

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand:

"I can still cut a million knives. How many times can you rebirth?"

Mo Yejia chuckles playfully:

"As long as the male city is still there, then the gods and ghosts will be immortal and will live forever."

The purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand was slightly lowered by half an inch, and the fox questioned:

"With such a method, you really can be born as a person with the sixth layer of the Nasal Infant?"

Mo Xie Jia haha ​​smiled:

"There is a shortage in this great avenue of heaven and earth, and the ascendant can only reach the fifth layer of Yuan Ying."

"Now I have already made up for the incomplete way of heaven, and I have taken my strongest step. Is it weird to have such a method?"

The purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand was lowered a bit, his expression indifferent:

"So, you are the strongest in the world?"

Mo Xiejia nodded and stood proudly on the top of the attic, proudly standing among the brilliance of the breeze, bright moon and stars: "Because I am the strongest in the world, of course I am better than you."