Mo Xie sometimes escapes into the stream, sometimes into the mountains and forests, and sometimes hides along the stones. Every six hours, an apparition is released, confusing the two old foxes. After escaping for more than a month, although the old fox failed to catch up, Mo Xie had a premonition that the lightning-fast blue light was closely following behind, and if he was a little slack, there would be a flash of green light within a thousand miles.

Suddenly, thousands of miles of clouds and mist filled the front, and the black fog drifted with the wind like crystalline iron, like a black wall bordering heaven and earth in the blue sky, and the surrounding was shrouded in clouds and mist peaks, and there were faint saints flying away.

Mo Xie hurriedly took out the Kunyu crystal shaft and gently pulled it open, and sure enough, a red line came to an end. "Shadow Key Pass", Mo Xie is happy, ten miles away from "Shadow Key Pass". Mo Xie stopped and fled. Unhurriedly squeezed towards the door with the Holy Stream of the Sage.

Three hundred miles away, Menda drove the "Shadow Divine Shuttle" pulled by twelve green foxes to a stop in the blue sky, the bark wrinkles soaked in sweat, gritting his teeth and scolding. "Dead Saint, how can you cultivate such a powerful divine sense".

Menda is thousands of miles away from Mo Ye and receives a wave of divine consciousness. The little saint laughed maniacally. "Old fox, I went into the green key and locked up for a hundred years, come to me."

The Holy Realm, in order to resist the ten levels between the alien Green Xia Pass and the Green Shadow Pass, is called the "Ten Extraterritorial Passes". There is no teleportation array between the passes, and the passes are tens of thousands of miles apart, and they must fly to reach each pass. Ninety levels after the Green Shadow Pass, there is a teleportation array in the Pass, so the alien invasion, the Holy Clan army will gather at the Green Shadow Pass at a speed.

Mo Xie fled into the Green Key Pass, Menda and Tong Xin had no way to take him, the "Ten Extraterritorial Levels" were very ghostly, and the aliens did not dare to enter lightly. Menda and Tong Xin dared to wander in the holy area, but they did not dare to enter the customs. Mo Xie has been in the Green Shadow Pass for eight years. Menda and Tong Xincai took the holy fox to Sutao Peak, the reason was that they did not dare to enter the Green Shadow Pass, and took the "Shadow Divine Shuttle" to travel thousands of miles. Dodge the Green Shadow Pass Defense Array.

Mo Xie walked a few steps, his heart chuckled, he couldn't stop jumping, his face was slightly misplaced, his whole temperament changed greatly, and he straightened his long hair with one hand, like a martial artist in a puppet acting. Took two steps.

Shaking his head, he took out a book from the holy bag and put it on his face, and walked forward. Mo Ye moved fast. Unable to escape the divine consciousness of the saints around him, several saints saw Mo Xie enter the green key to turn on his makeup, and his divine consciousness was several times. Whispered a few words, thinking that Mo Ye was a saint who had made a big mistake in the inner region.

Several sages smiled. In the "Ten Extraterritorial Levels", there are countless saints like Mo Ye who have offended the Nine Mountains, Twenty Caves, and Forty-Seven Families. After escaping to the extraterritorial ten levels. It is almost impossible to be hunted down by the Holy Land Sect of the Holy Clan, as long as it does not offend the Holy City, the "Ten Levels of Extraterritoriality" is the so-called Evil Holy Heaven.

Mo Ye walked ten miles, and the transparent crystal cover surrounded by clouds blocked in front of him. The sage automatically divided into groups of 100 people and walked into the crystal cover, each group entered, the crystal cover buzzed, and a huge portrait appeared on the crystal cover, and Mo Ye glanced at the portrait expressionlessly. I muttered inwardly. "Damn, it's really like a painting."

I saw it on the crystal cover. The Mo Evil Jade Tree, several feet high, stood in the wind on the branches of the misty begonia tree in the blue mist.

"Holy friend, it is the saint on the Great Array of Strange Spirits." The middle-aged saint beside him asked a white-haired old saint beside him curiously.

"He, celebrity, I heard that he stole the treasures of dozens of incarnate realm saints in the Longying Cave." The white-haired old saint pretended to be profound, and talked about the so-called inside story in a colorful voice.

Mo Ye stared at him when he heard this. "Damn, who made this up, when did Lao Tzu do this."

Mo Ye listened to the inside story of the white-haired old saint, scolded in his heart, and followed this group of saints into the crystal cover. Buzz, a small sound, a face flew in front of him, and it was imprinted on Mo Ye's face with a poof. There was a chill that was bone-chilling, Mo Xie shuddered, and his face flew back into the airspace.

Nineteen building shadows flew in front of Mo Ye's eyes, and a sweet voice came from his ears. "Holy Friend. Welcome to Green Key. There is a green key on the nineteenth floor of the green key, may I ask where the Holy Friend goes".

"Holy friend, you can get out of the customs on that floor." Mo Xie was stunned and asked with a smile.

"Key Ember Tower, if the Holy Friend is in a hurry to get out of the customs, he will have to hand over 100,000 crystals. If you live in the Green Key Pass for a year, you can get out of the customs with ten spars." Mo Xie listened to Tian Xihe's explanation and was puzzled, what kind of customs rule is this, is it clearly a detention?

"Ember Tower". Mo Ye said expressionlessly, the gray light flashed in front of him, a low and dilapidated building came into view, the street was uneven, wet as if it had just rained, and the wall skin that had not seen the sun all year round had already fallen off, and the dog gnawed one after another.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, and they were in a hurry, scrambling to move into the distance. Dozens of law enforcers lazily leaned under the crystal-shaped umbrella, chatting and chatting, drinking tea, and several law enforcers holding the wine jar and colliding with each other.

Mo Ye looked at the sage who had fled into the distance, and was about to follow.

"Hey, the little saint will hand over the spar first and then leave." The bearded saint who was holding the wine jar shouted loudly. Mo Xie hurriedly withdrew the light, walked outside the crystal umbrella, and bowed deeply.

"Ten thousand spars". The bearded saint put down the jar and wiped his oily hands on his garments.

Mo Xie took out the holy bag containing 10,000 spars and respectfully handed it over to the bearded saint oil.

The bearded saint casually threw his hand into the crystal bubble not far away, waved his hand, picked up the wine jar and shouted with a few drinking friends, no longer paying attention to Mo Xie.

The stars were shining, and Mo Ye flew along the drenched street, with low, bloated buildings on both sides, and the backs were close to the variegated stones piled up on the mountainside, and the whole street seemed to open a valley in the rocky mountain.

Mo Xie flew in, and a sound came from the crystal sky. "The spring rain turns into a knife, and the sage avoids it".

Mo Xie was stunned for a moment, and a lightning bolt in the blue sky pierced the silence of the sky, and with a thunderclap, the dark clouds shrouded the sky, followed by a rolling low thunder "boom". Light as cow's hair, as thin as silver filaments of rain and mist, the wind blows off like shrouded the low-rise buildings, a drop of cold sneaked into the heart and spleen, first itchy, refreshing, instantly turned into a hot pain,

Mo Xie looked down at the holy clothes that the drizzle had scratched through, and a long trail of blood remained on his arm. Mo Xie looked up, and was so shocked that he stuck out his tongue, and the silver sword shot down in the thin rain and mist, shooting violently to every corner, and the sound of the wind was piercing and sharp.

"Thousands of stones and blue waves, listen to my orders, ten thousand jade beads, give me strength, escape." Mo Xie turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared into a shadow. The old sage who was holding the wine jar and tied his beard followed with his eyes, staring at the drizzling "Refining God Alley" in surprise. "The little saint is so fast, it is comparable to the incarnation realm."

"Yuan Shan, inform the second pass Kuang to ask the Dharma Protector, this saint is not easy to deal with." The bearded old saint put down the wine jar and said with doubts.

Hundreds of miles away, in front of a few low tiled buildings, a large elm tree with dense leaves like an umbrella. A stone slab was nailed, the red door with paint peeled off was ajar, and a sage respectfully handed over the spar.

Under the big elm tree, on a stone chair, there was a gray-white bearded old saint, shaking a large bamboo fan with a lost blade in his hand, the fan wind blew his sparse beard, his dark red lips were blown apart, and his face was densely dotted with old spots. The two god's eyes were half-open, half-closed, half-grinning, looking at the sage who had escaped from the thin rain sword.

His eyes darkened, a rain wave of lightning drew a line of light, and the big red door behind him slammed shut. The old saint shook the fan so frightened that the fan fell to the ground. "Catch".

The old saint didn't finish shouting, and the crystal light that escaped into the red lacquer gate had escaped for hundreds of miles. "Ling Sheng, send an alarm, there are saints evading taxes."

A crystal light flew into the hand of the old saint who shook the fan, and the hand that was bursting with green tendons like dry wood took the crystal letter and looked at it, smiling bitterly. He shouted at Jingxin. "Zhong drunkard, I'm dazzled, the person is gone, send a fart crystal letter"

After scolding, the old saint threw Jingxin into the airspace, muttered and picked up the broken fan, and sat back on the stone chair. looked at the wet "Refining God Alley" with a calm face. A cultivator priest dressed in a holy cloud robe walked up to the old priest with a dejected expression. "Kuang Protector, 'Refining Alley' Jingxin".

Kuang Wen, who was shaking the fan, gathered together in a tangled face, put away the broken fan, closed his eyes and wiped his face fiercely. There was a heavy hum. took Jingxin and grinned and pinched it. "Kuang Fan, your broken door clip is on the tail, you can't close it, you can't look at people, you will pay for 10,000 spars."

Kuang Wen didn't smell like he had a bitter lotus in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were almost to his ears, scolding. "Damn, I don't know how to pay for this 10,000 crystals."

His eyes skimmed back and forth at the dozens of law inspectors in front of the red-lacquered door, and he smiled. "Fellow Dharma Patrol Envoys, who can recover the spar"?

Dozens of Dharma Inspectors lowered their heads and muttered in their hearts. "That shadow is comparable to an incarnation, chasing, it's really an incarnation realm great saint, it's not dead."

Kuang Wen looked around, shook his head and smiled. "Well, it's not good for the inspectors to supervise the 'Refining Alley', and one person will pay five hundred spars to fill in the alley tax."

Dozens of Dharma Inspectors sighed deeply, bowed their heads and walked to the crystal bubble, took out five hundred crystals from the holy bag and put them in the "Lane Tax Crystal Cabinet".

Kuang Wen sighed and took out the crystal letter from the holy bag, sucked in his divine sense, and bounced into the airspace, a bright shadow flashed in his eyes, shaking his head and holding the fan.

Thousands of miles away, at the foot of the pale mountain rocks, a ghostly stone road and alley, leading to a huge ancient house, in front of the house on the abandoned well covered with duckweed, sat an old sage with high raised bones, her face wrinkled as deep as a knife, huddled together, like a dry land that has not rained for thousands of years.

The wrinkled eyes sunk deep into the sockets stared in amazement at the lightning shadow of the Holy Spirit who had escaped. The rough and thin hand pulled a phoenix ornament from the gray bun, and his divine sense was clear, and his teeth that were almost lost spat out a long sigh. "Little saint, seeing that you have great sense, I will let you go",

The old lady looked at the nine crystal letters in her hand, and the withered hands crawling with earthworms pinched them gently. He scolded viciously. "You old saints, have you sucked up all the vixens with your blood?

After sucking a few times, in the ninth lane of the Keyember Tower, nine old saints stuck out their tongues at the same time. "Over, Senior Sister didn't stop the little saint either"

Eight old saints, patted the holy bag, took out a thousand spars, and put them into the "lane tax crystal cabinet".

Hey, spend some spar to buy peace, otherwise you will be scolded in the future. (To be continued......)