"Just little Doyle!"

After the quasi-emperor Mo Jie saw the divine fortune teller's methods, he sneered, and without even using any other power, he directly hit him with his head.

Ding, ding, ding——The golden gun in the sky hit the quasi-emperor Mo Jie’s head, as if it hit the hardest immortal gold in the world, making a crisp clashing sound, and then all returned to the formation pattern.

The divine fortune teller said calmly: "Little Doyle?

It should be noted that in later generations, the way of spiritual formation is already one of the most powerful ways, and the vision of our predecessors has lagged behind!"

Boom! The fortune teller snaps his fingers again.

There are ripples in it.

The pattern moves.

The nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine formations changed their arrangement again, forming a new formation.

Boom! When Emperor Mo Jie's head hit him, it was like Mount Tai pressing down on him.

However, the quasi-emperor Mo Jie did not encounter any obstructive power, as if he had traveled to another time and space.
Chapter completed!