Mo Ye gently pushed the gray-white stone, and the stone rolled down to the top of the mountain, making a rattling sound.

Whew, a warm burst of bloody gas erupted from under the stone. It turned out that under the stone was a hole more than one person thick, and a dim light shot out of the hole, and a heavy smell of blood wafted out of the hole one by one.

Mo Ye's whole body trembled, excited like a spring breeze, warm, long-dry heart, cracked, scorched heart, like a spring rain soaked enough nutrients, filled with life energy.

Mo Ye jumped into the dim hole without being half melancholy, and sank in the direction where the blood spirit qi floated from. I don't know how long the road has been sinking. Mo Xie sank into a gray world. These gray-and-white walls are not stony, slippery, soft, and somewhat wood-like, but a little finer than wood.

Mo Ye looked excited, and walked forward along the dark hole. The deeper you go, the heavier the blood spirit qi becomes. Mo Xie opened his mouth in every pore of his body, trying to suck the blood spirit qi.

Suddenly, on the gray wall, countless whiskers protruded, each whisker was white, and the whiskers were long, thin, and covered with countless tiny hairs.

The beard kept dancing in the dark hole, instantly reaching out to Mo Ye's body. The purple light in Mo Ye's hand flashed, turning into a purple blade. There was a crisp pop, cutting off the outstretched whiskers.

The broken beard kept twisting in the air, like a snake body with a broken head, and while falling in the air, it kept wrestling and curling in pain, which seemed very painful.

The severed whisker fell into the dim ground, and after a few flips, turned into a black branch. After a few gas explosions. The black twigs crumbled into black powder and sizzled. The black powder turned into a black gas disappeared.

The rest of the broken beard seemed to be stunned for a moment. It quickly retracted into the gray walls.

Countless whiskers stretched out towards Mo Ye, and Mo Ye kept waving the purple blade, and several whiskers broke off one by one. One by one, they turned into gas.

Mo Ye only danced dozens of times, and the purple blade couldn't be lifted. I saw that the purple blade was tightly glued by countless whiskers, and at the moment when Mo Xie drew the blade, the small hairs on the countless whiskers bit Mo Ye's hand and clothes. Legs, face. After a burst of pain, the whole body was pulled by the whiskers and thrown outward.

Mo Ye held the wall tightly with his hands, kicked the ground hard with his feet, and pressed his body desperately into the hole. After two blows, there was a small grinding sound from the depths of the dark hole, and it quickly rushed towards Mo Ye from far and near. At the moment when Mo Xie was fighting to the death, a stone with the smell of temperature and blood hit Mo Xie's chest.

Mo Xie grabbed a handful of beards unwillingly. I want to hold on to my beard. It's like grabbing an oily rope that slips through a strong hand.

Mo Ye followed the stone, let out a pop, and rushed out of the dark hole. After a burst of coldness, his body stopped above the small pointed bald mountain.

In the early morning, the small bald mountain is silent, and the gray sky is about to disappear. The dawn of dawn paused for a moment, and then darkened for a moment. Slowly awaken the sleeping earth.

Mo Ye had been sleeping faintly on the stone at the top of the small bald mountain. When the blazing sun roasted the gray stone like coals, Mo Xie woke up in a daze. He raised his head sharply. Sou. Move to the graystone cave where you have been hiding for many days. When I moved it, I didn't forget the gray stone that I had gnawed on dozens of times.

Mo Ye sat in the shadows, staring at the gray stone on the small bald mountain that had been sleeping for half the night, with a cruel smile on his face. Mo Ye didn't look at the beauties outside, he didn't have time, he didn't have the mind, the new prey at his fingertips was in front of him.

Outside the small bald mountain, there are lush ancient trees, and among the verdant leaves, the delicate white flowers reflect the fire-like sunshine. A giant umbrella that forms a dense net. Under the giant umbrella, an amorous woman stared at the gray bald mountain.

For several days, the whispers of the breeze came to her ears from time to time, like love songs, like soft words, softly calling herself. The heart that has been barren for a long time sprouts a new life. The cool breath dissipated the heat outside, and a longing burned in the heart.

Today, most of the junior sisters went to find a cool place to bathe. There were only four disciples left in Xiao Bald Mountain, guarding the four directions.

Nie Hong had been sitting in the shade of the tree and looking at Xiao Bald Mountain, when a vigorous figure flashed and flew down into a standing gray and white stone.

"It's a bug, yes, it's there." Nie Hong felt the place where those eyes like birds came from for so many days. Yes, just behind such an inconspicuous stone. A pair of big black and bright black eyes, staring at himself with a waveless gaze, like a deep mountain spring water, flowing crystal eyes. A window to peek into the depths of the soul.

Nie Hong wanted to walk over, but she didn't have the courage, fear enveloped her empty heart, and reason could still stand up to her physical desire. Her hands clasped her feet tightly, tucked under her skirt, trying to confine herself to a certain amount of space.

Mo Ximeng's wit was a moment. Retract your gaze from a long gaze. Turning to look at the shade of the trees below the mountain, he felt a change in his mood for blood food there. A pair of hooked eyes looked there. A faint smile replaced the cold pupils.

Nie Hong's body trembled. Gently lifting his rosy cheeks, his big watery eyes met the gaze of the bald mountains in the distance. A slender figure, stretching a strong message, and the soul-stirring eyes beckon, staring at the magical light of seduction.

Nie Hong involuntarily stood up and moved towards the small bald mountain. With a smile that is more dazzling than the summer sun, she flies into the small gray bald mountain under the guidance of her magical eyes.

Behind the gray stone shadow, a pair of dark eyes carried pity and clusters of greedy flames. That eye was full of blood-colored red light, but it didn't affect the soul-seducing charm of that eye. Quietly staring at the beautiful flowers that stopped in front of me, the pink petals, the snow-white jade neck,

A trace of ambiguity quietly rose in the air, melting the gaze, bringing the two lonely lives closer, and the hearts that had a few resisting hearts were lost in the soft halo.

The girl's white and tender complexion is more beautiful than Yue'er, more radiant than Lu'er, waving her clothes like a fluttering butterfly, silent, flashing pink and delicate posture.

trembling eyelashes, watery eyes, soft and slightly red lips, and faintly blood-colored long shins.

Mo Xie went crazy. The deep pupils with dizzying magic, rolling Adam's apple, kept swallowing a mouthful of spit, facing this fragrant flesh and blood that did not struggle or resist.

The slender hand gently brushed the fragrant hair. Bounce through the delicate skin, and the storm is like a raging storm to the place where life begins and ends.

Nie Hong's face was still so charming, her delicate face was confused in the beautiful vision, her heavy breathing was short, and her fast heartbeat shook her sensitive nerves like a drumbeat. It's a blur, but it's also a focused enjoyment.

The beautiful eyes of the stars slowly closed the trembling eyelashes, the delicate and tender face was flushed with boundless ruddy, a few strands of long black hair slid over the shoulders, and a purple light and shadow shrouded the beautiful life.

A thirst for blood rises, and the flames of madness forget the predicament of the prison. In a drop of girl's crystal tears, in a moist and desperate moan, a merciless line of blood was gently crossed.

"Help me-".

This was the most beautiful moment after Nie Hong's beautiful life ended, and in the blurry dream, the soft red lips spit out the last sound.

Whoosh, Deng Ming in the Hall of Desire opened his frightened eyes, pointed to the air, a cold light disappeared, and Deng Ming disappeared from the hall at the same time.

Wei Dan frowned. Several women in makeup also opened their eyes.

Mo Xie sucked the delicious essence and blood spirit.

Suddenly, Mo Ye trembled, infinite fear rose in his heart, the breath of death flew from the distant sky, and the cold killing intent instantly froze his entire body. Mo Ye didn't have the strength to resist, his whole body was pressed against the petite corpse, and he was so frightened that his soul was not possessed, his soul was out of his body, and he lay there without moving.

Poof, a net with hooks instantly enveloped Mo Ye, and countless tiny hooks pierced Mo Ye's body. Drops of blood flowed from each of the nests, and the clothes that passed through the clothes in a few sucks stained the gray-white stone red.

Deng Ming stood quietly above the gray stone, staring at the shriveled corpse of Nie Hong in amazement. He bit and closed his eyes in grief.

He didn't expect such a thing to happen to his disciple, she throbbed her trembling heart with grief, blocked the stone in her heart, and choked the voice in her throat, as if there was a ball of cotton stuffed in her mouth.

For a long time, for a long time, Deng Ming sighed. He shouted softly. "Yangqing, Lianyi, Siwa, Gao Qing".

After a few breaths, four beautiful women appeared in the small bald mountain, covered their mouths with their hands in shock, and then their faces were full of tears, their hearts were like knives, their anger was burning, and their broken teeth were gritting and rattling.

"Gao Qing, choose a place with good mountains and rivers and bury Senior Sister Nie."

Gao Qing raised her teary eyes and glanced at her master, and casually turned into a green mat to wrap Nie Hong's body. There is a custom of cremation of disciples in the desire heart cave, but I didn't expect the master to bury the younger sister.

"Si Wa, inform all disciples and disciples to attend Nie Hong's funeral."

Siwa glanced at the master and silently withdrew from the little bald mountain.

"Lian Yi, I'll leave it to you here." After speaking, Deng Ming left Xiaobald Mountain with Yangqing

Lian Yi stood quietly in the air, his whole heart was like countless insects biting, and the whole person seemed to be frozen by the cold. She didn't expect this bug to be so cruel. In broad daylight, he dared to kill his junior sister. But when I saw what the master meant, I didn't want to kill this bug.

Lian Yi shook his head, if it was a different holy envoy, even if it was the pet of the cave master, the master might make a move. But Elder Tian Juan, the master really has no choice.

Lian Yi gritted her teeth and sighed, and suddenly she remembered someone. "That's right, Magu Shizu". An imperceptible smile appeared on Lian Yi's face. (To be continued......)