Allure in one dance: Immortal concubine dominates the world

Chapter 118 Self-made Shenzhou No. [-]

Rabbit was arranged to work with Mo Bei as the launching mouth.

Qian Moran was also sadly arranged to be a pump, but Qingcheng also accompanied him to do it; the mood suddenly turned cloudy~
Half a month later, Qingcheng squatted on the steps made of white jade to calculate the distance, and kept scribbling on the ground to read the characters that everyone didn't understand.

Keep saying "". . . 2π to the cube divided by the radius of the rocket.
No one knew what she was thinking, Qian Moran also frowned, what was in Qingcheng's head?
This. Even if he dominates the Three Realms, he has never seen this
But everyone didn't dare to disturb, and the war would start in seven days.

"Haha. OK" Above the main hall, Qingcheng suddenly laughed wildly.

OK?What's the meaning.
"Come on, Mo Bei, Xuekui, let's start the installation, let's try at a random distance first."

After speaking, Qingcheng started to install the rocket, and everyone started to help.

It was installed in about an hour, and it is fast if it has magic power.

A pillar made of thin iron sheets stood in front of everyone, and then a thin iron monster with wings and a pointed head appeared.

There are also four big characters on the body of the pillar, "Shenzhou No. [-]".

"Mo Bei, how far can your spells attack?"

Qingcheng looked at the rocket road. This rocket is a bit rough, but it should be usable.

"A thousand miles at most," Mo Bei said.

"Very good, there are those who surpass Mr. Mo Bei in the hall to stand up."

Everyone felt ashamed and lowered their heads.

Qingcheng raised an eyebrow to look at Qian Moran.

"Almost." Although I haven't measured it, it should not be much higher. The distance has nothing to do with the strength of the spell.

"Okay, Mo Ran, you pour mana into the rocket first, Xuekui, you and Mo Bei go thousands of miles away and wait."

This.
Xuekui was excited, and took Mo Bei to rush thousands of miles away.

Almost there, Qingcheng nodded to Qian Moran.

Qian Moran slowly freed his left hand, and a looming purple lotus floated in Qian Moran's hand, and then it grew bigger and bigger
If the purple of Chuyin is a bewitching dark purple, then Qian Moran is a spotless lavender.

In an instant, the entire Zilian was submerged in the rocket, and a smile appeared on the corner of Qingcheng's mouth;
I stepped on the launch switch on the sole of my foot, and saw that Zilian instantly broke away from the rocket and launched.

Then Qingcheng and everyone quietly waited for Xuekui and Mo Bei's return on the main hall.

(End of this chapter)