Miao Meng was even more stunned, shocked not only by the three major achievements of the young master, but also by the young master. "Recklessly, recklessly, oh my God! The young master turned out to be a disciple of the reckless junior brother, and the young master called himself senior uncle."

Miao Meng was so excited that he almost hugged Mo Ye, it wouldn't be wrong, it really wouldn't be wrong, the crystal card would not show a fake, before the fall of the Ethereal Peak, the reckless junior disciple respected the master and ordered to guard the boundary array. The young master is a disciple of his junior brother, and there is no doubt that he entered the Boundary Array from the puppet realm.

Mo Xie saw that Miao Meng's gray eyes had just become tearful again, and he couldn't help but shake his head. This Miao Dharma Protector was originally a man of temperament, so sentimental and sentimental, and attached great importance to love and righteousness.

The sages looked at the Miao Protector who twitched at the corners of their mouths, and they were stunned, as if they remembered something, and their hearts were shocked. "The young master is from the puppet realm, oh my God! Less than a thousand years old, he has already condensed his qi to the first order."

Miao Meng suppressed the painful sighs, there was a drop of bright crystal in his sunken eye sockets, his thin back twitched violently, he stared at Mo Ye's eyes with tears, and asked sadly: "Young master, where are the bones of the reckless junior brother."

Mo Ye's eyes were hazy with tears, tears flowed silently down his cheeks, his throat was dry, the Holy Body trembled slightly, and tears flowed out uncontrollably. Mo Xie moved his true feelings, Miao Meng was able to know the master, Mo Xie was dizzy with excitement and was so sad that he was worried. For a long time, there was a low mournful cry, a cry like an echo in the valley swirling in the river. "In my holy bag".

Miao Meng's bright tears rolled in his eyes, and large, round, and shining tears rolled down his dark cheeks, dripping at the corners of his mouth, gathering on his chin, and dripping along his gray beard onto the crumpled holy clothes. Suddenly he howled like a wounded wolf, crying in the wilderness in the middle of the night, sorrow mixed with anger and sorrow. "As it should be. I knew he was going to send this, I thought of it, I thought of it."

Miao Meng seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. He staggered to the side with his back staggered, his thin back swayed slightly, and bursts of sourness welled up in his heart, or rain, or tears, no one could see Miao Meng's face clearly.

"Set up a feast, set up a feast". Miao Meng was instigated, and his voice was unusually sad. Turning into a soul, he walked towards the stone shadow building in the curtain, and the young master Mo Xie forgot to invite him, and his heart became cold and heavy with the arrival of the night, and a layer of frost condensed.

Mo Xie followed silently, and except for the four Dharma Patrol Envoys Weng Di and Yinghe behind him, all the disciples were busy. Looking at Miao Meng's pale gray figure, Mo Xie didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to walk slowly to appreciate the gradual graying and darkening. The state of mind that is gradually aching and painful.

A few dim night lights lit up, and Miao Meng walked to the stone building with a faint shadow. Three golden rays of light flickered in the darkness—the "Ethereal Temple".

Mo Xie condensed his gaze, and the shadow of the hall was magnificent and majestic. Heavy eaves and corners, glazed tile surface, a detached elegance and mysterious atmosphere. On the stone wall, the gold is surging blue, overflowing with color and red, and the eaves of the painting building are even more gorgeous and dazzling against the background of the dim light. The carefully engraved strange flowers and plants. Thousands of birds and beasts are all vivid, but they have never been seen, and there are thousands of spirits lining a hall. The majesty of the first floor of the Ten Thousand Saints' Protector.

"Young Master, this is a miniature version of the Ethereal Peak Ethereal Palace, which has been customized with the wealth of dozens of disciples." Although Miao Meng's voice was low, he couldn't help but feel a little excited when he approached the Ethereal Palace.

Mo Xie then stepped on the foundation of the pure and snow-white palace, stepped into the verdant ink jade paving ground, and the red jade branch dome on the top of the crane, twenty-four dark red jade pillars carved twenty-four crystal stone carvings. The stone shadow is carved exquisitely and clearly, and the shadow is like life. Between the bursts of dawn and twilight, it shows the slaughter and majesty.

The hall was filled with smoke and the aroma was suffocating. The stone tables were lined up in columns, and on the table was a wrist of fragrant rice, and it turned out that the fragrance of greasy saints was wafting out of the jade bowl of crystal rice.

Behind the stone table, dozens of disciples stood with their heads bowed, all with blazing eyes and radiant expressions. Seeing Mo Ye coming in, he bowed deeply. "Welcome to the young master".

Mo Xie nodded and walked forward, looking at the stone pillar crystal diagram that swept by from time to time.

"Young master, this twenty-four picture is 'filial piety leads to twenty-four hearts', it seems to be the same as the twenty-four filial piety pictures of the puppet realm, but it is the twenty-four hearts that my disciples of the ethereal peak must memorize, it is said that the twenty-four stunts of the ethereal ancestor are condensed in the meantime, but it is a pity that the ethereal hall has been destroyed, this picture is carved according to the twenty-four filial piety pictures of the puppet realm, and it is difficult to show its secret!" Miao Meng sighed, did not want to cause pain, and had to think about the source.

After Mo Xie looked at the two pictures, he knew what the twenty-two pictures meant. At the time of the puppet realm, Guo Fuzi talked about "twenty-four filial piety pictures". Now it seems that it is unintentional, if it is really "filial piety leads to twenty-four hearts", Mo Xie really has to observe carefully and speculate carefully.

"Young master, there are no strange things to wait for in the Three Realms River Basin, this 'Laughing Fragrant Rice' is a unique in the Holy Realm, it is a kind of fragrant rice in the Ethereal Puppet Realm, and now it is no longer edible, Miao Meng was fortunate to bring back a hundred kinds of species, and now it has planted several pools to treat distinguished guests." Miao Meng saw Mo Xie's retracted gaze, afraid that the young master would be disappointed, and hurriedly pointed to the fragrant rice and said.

Mo Xie was speechless, his mind sank, and he actually took care of things to go to the holy wrong, and thought about things, as if he was the soul of the sacred heart. Miao Meng led Mo Ye to the top, but did not go to the first seat of the main hall.

Mo Xie, Miao Meng and others sat down, and all the disciples saluted and sat down one by one. Mo Xie picked up the stone bowl and stone chopsticks and looked at Miao Meng and the disciples with a smile. "Miao Protector, such fragrant corn, Mo Ye has not tasted it for hundreds of years, let alone eaten it, thank you disciples for your kindness."

Mo Xie picked up the jade ying long-grain fragrant rice, the faint white light, white and pure, white and jade, white and flawless, as crystal as snow, bright but not prosperous, the long aroma of the saint, so that the sage was relaxed and condensed, and couldn't help but inhale more

That aroma is really haunting and fragrant. The fragrant condensation is soft and silky, wisps float in, thin and long, the entrance of fragrant rice is warm and smooth, it seems to melt and dissolve, the incense soaks around the tongue, the more you chew the heavier the aroma, the sweeter the more condensed.

Mo Xie said twice, I wanted to praise two more words, and raised his hand, "Eat fragrantly."

Poof! A grain of rice light squirted out, and Mo Ye was just about to clamp it, when his thick fingers reached out, grabbed the rice grain, and sent it into the big plate teeth, grinding his teeth with a rattle.

Mo Xie ate it all in a blink of an eye, looked up and saw that all the disciples were savoring it, Miao Meng even held a few grains, gently sent them to his mouth, closed his eyes and chewed slowly, his swarthy face was swarthy with a smile, and he chewed dozens of sucks before tasting the next bite.

Mo Ye held the empty stone bowl and looked around, all the disciples were unhurriedly tasting it, and when he looked around, eighty-one disciples were there, and there were no waiters. Mo Ye had no choice but to hold the empty bowl and watch the disciples taste food silently, and couldn't help but secretly swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

Mo Ye and the Forbidden Slave stared at each other for half an hour, and all the disciples put down the empty stone bowl together, wiping the white foam from their mouths. looked respectfully at the young master who was holding the empty bowl and did not put it away. Mo Xie looked at Miao Meng with a smile, he thought that there would be another bowl, but the meaning of the disciples was only this bowl. "Miao Protector condenses the aura of a hundred years in the fragrance of rice, and it is really a holy realm."

Miao Meng hurriedly turned around and thanked the young master. Mo Xie put down the empty bowl and looked at the forbidden slave grinding his teeth. "Xuenu, bring the crystal card".

The forbidden slave who had white bubbles in his mouth put a crystal card on the stone table, and the big bubbles in his mouth almost stuck to Mo Ye's face. "Host, delicious".

The disciples lowered their chins, and they all held back when they wanted to laugh.

Mo Xie raised his eyebrows lightly, and glanced at the forbidden slave, how could this magic spirit also eat holy food, it was really a great miracle.

Mo Xie picked up the Miao League's Dharma Protector Crystal Card, tapped the Crystal Plate Peak Shadow, a flame mountain peak flashed blue light, and the black shadow and ink characters in the crystal card had a small change, and the transmission made a line of glimmer flash, and gradually condensed the "Ethereal Peak Supervisor".

A black light flashed in Mo Ye's eyes, and his heart was pounding. was able to confer the priesthood, and breathed a brief condensation. Mo Xie looked at Miao Meng and the disciples with a smile.

"All the disciples listen to the seal". Mo Xie shouted in a quiet voice.

Miao Meng was stunned for a moment, glared at the gray striped eyes, and hurriedly knelt down to worship at the table, and the other disciples were stunned, seeing Miao Meng kneeling, they hurriedly followed and bowed.

The Holy Realm has never heard of this, although the young master of the Holy Land is respected by his disciples, only because his father is honored and his son is noble, and he has no real power, so he cannot be sealed. "Isn't this Mo Evil Young Master a little too much?"

"Feng Miao League is the supervision envoy, in charge of the important affairs in the peak, please self-judge." A crystal light flew into Miao Meng's hands. Miao Meng swept his eyes at the crystal card and was shocked, and the crystal card was bright and swaying with six golden words, which stabbed Miao Meng's eyes blind.

The four words "please self-decide" are amazing, that is, you can decide the affairs of the peak without asking the young master.

Miao Meng was shocked not only by this, but the title was a privilege only for the peak masters, elders, and elders of the Holy Land, and it was the force given by the inheritance, which was beyond the control of ordinary disciples. The young master can be sealed, Miao Meng knows it in his heart. said that he is a young master, but he is actually a peak master, but the realm has not yet arrived.

"Thank you, young master". Miao Meng bowed again and again, his black-streaked face glowed red, and he sat back behind the stone table.

The disciples were stunned in their hearts, the young master's words, even if he was sealed, this is too child's play.

"Weng Di, Xuanhe, Yanbei, and Zeji are the protectors of the Dharma, please ask Miao League." Mo Xie tapped Feng Ying and continued to seal his position.

Although Weng Di felt inappropriate in his heart, Miao Meng's fifth-order condensation was so good at acting, it was better to give face to the young master. Jisheng took the crystal card, and he didn't look at it and thanked him again and again. Get up and sit down, looking at Jingpai's eyes straight.

"Cen Feng is the patrol envoy, and the rest of the disciples are the town guard envoys, each performing their own duties, and the affairs are supervised and arranged by the Miao League." Mo Xie popped out the Dao Crystal Light and sealed all the disciples one by one.

"Inspector of the Miao League, you see what's wrong." Mo Xie looked at Miao Meng with a smile.

Miao Meng was busy worshipping. "The young master's seal is appropriate, but what the young master has for future affairs."

"The Miao League supervised the envoy to stop attacking the Zerg and the Plant, focusing on prevention, cultivating wholeheartedly, attacking the Holy Realm in the near future, and then erecting the Ethereal Peak." Mo Xie's expression became cold, and his eyes were blazing, as if he was condensing a murderous aura.

All the disciples hurriedly stood up and said in unison. "Honorable Young Lord".

The disciples have long been tired of fighting, killing, and killing, but they can't do it if they don't attack, the "Three Realms River Domain" is only three hundred miles of land, and the cultivation resources have long been exhausted. If you don't attack the wastelands of the two clans, you will get resources. The disciples were like mirrors in their hearts, but they couldn't say it. The Miao League's inspectors did not speak, so they had their share of speaking. (To be continued......)