A hundred miles away, a red and big fireball exploded in the air, radiant, the fire was all over the sky, the Jingdong Mountain, which was half-covered by the mountain, the emerald green mushrooms, disappeared without a trace in the sea of fire, the brown mountain rocks. Burnt red. Little by little, Xiang Xia collapsed. Billowing magma is formed and flows down from the top of the mountain.

Every stone engulfed in magma was like a small bomb, booming, bursting, and flying everywhere. The stones that fall into the magma turn into new slurry and flow to the distant rocks.

After a few sucks, the 100-mile Jingdong Mountain turned into a red magma lake, and after rolling outward for dozens of miles, the magma stopped flowing. Trees, flowers, and several small rivers within a hundred miles were turned into vapour in the magma. Rose into the gloomy sky.

The rain was already over. With the help of the wind, the clouds have a tendency to scatter. When the heat wave and water vapor rise into the sky. One by one, the raindrops were formed in mid-air, falling in a straight line, falling more and more, converging into a dense network of water, covering the lake all over the wilderness.

The water droplets, which had not yet entered the magma lake, were vaporized again and lifted into the air, and after condensing into raindrops again, they rushed into the sky with even greater momentum. And so on and so on and so on and so forth. Rain fell on the magma. Rose and fell, fell and rose. Until the magma turns black with pores. The raindrops seeped into the stone and never came out.

The holy devil stood in the drizzly and hazy air, and his mood was as dull as this rain, thin and boundless. The sorrow was like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and thousands of sharp blades were cut between his hearts, and his whole body trembled, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Others can't understand the state of mind of the holy devil, the wrinkles left by the years on the face that have been baked by crystal fire for 7,000 years are not a symbol of age, but the traces of the fire, the sweat, and the rising power of the mind.

The "Three Forces" Sacred Artifact was an elder who was proficient in illusion tens of thousands of years ago. A famous holy artifact that took a hundred years of hard work to refine. There are three major telekinesis in the holy artifact, the transfiguration telekinesis, the distortion telekinesis, and the crystallization telekinesis. Therefore, it is called the "Three Forces" holy weapon.

Just now, the "Three Forces" Holy Weapon only exerted two forces, and it was used by the Holy Devil to cut off the crystallization mental power. Turning the crystallization of mental power into a huge amount of energy, if it weren't for the Holy Devil who knew his way well, let alone escape, he would have turned into flying smoke a long time ago.

Although the Holy Devil had palpitations, a holy weapon disappeared, as a refining master. I had to grieve for it. The sore waves surging in the depths of his heart almost made him cry out loud. After holding it for a long time, I still shed two lines of tears.

The holy devil stood in the space for a long time in a dementia, without any intention of leaving, he forgot his mission, forgot that he was tracking. I forgot that there were two other telekinesis crystals that were missing in the explosion.

At this time, thousands of miles away. A crystal light flew towards Ning Cheng in the gloomy sky. The force of the rapid made the Ningcheng city shield hundreds of miles away sound for no reason. The sound of the alarm. The saints in the city who were shocked were stunned for a long time and then gathered at the city gate. All the sages wanted to see what kind of force dared to attack Ning Cheng, the head of the eight outer cities of the Desire Heart Cave.

Ningcheng, a red hall located in the central area. A great cultivator of the sixth level of Qi Condensation sat on a circular throne and listened to the congratulatory messages of the thousands of Qi Condensing disciples under the seat. This is the Elder of the Outer Gate of the Desire Cave who has just advanced not long ago.

In the Holy Realm, elders who had advanced to the sixth level of Qi Condensation had to report to the Holy Cloud City. Then go to the border city of the Sanctuary to deal with the Zerg or the Beast Clan. Generally, the tenure must be at least 100 years.

Howling has not been advanced for a long time, and he has not yet reported to the Holy City.

Today, Pang Ming, the city lord of Ningcheng, led the entire city to condense the above disciples. A coronation ceremony is being held for Howling. The scene was quite grand, blowing and blowing, and the shaking Banning City could be heard clearly, and everyone knew that among the disciples of the outer sect of the Dao Desire Heart Cave, there was a great cultivator of the sixth order of condensation. After Qiang Xiao prepares to be crowned, he will enter the heart cave to listen to the seal.

The sound of the sudden defense of the large array of sirens instantly overpowered the sound of drumming. The lively scene suddenly fell silent, and all the saints were stunned.

Howling looked up into the distance. It was just a point of light, and I had already sensed it, and I always thought it was the holy friend who had come to participate in his great ceremony. But I didn't expect that after a hundred miles, the defense array felt a murderous aura. Hence the alert begins.

Pang Ming also looked into the distance, what is this, it is too small, how could such a small point of light cause panic in the defense array.

Between the two overhauls bewildered. The point of light had flown close to the defensive reticle.

The points of light on the defensive light mask gathered one by one, and instantly gathered into one point. Sou. A white light flew away, shooting towards the flying point of light. But the point of light was too fast, and the white light actually passed by the point of light. Then one, two, ten, a dense web of white light flew over.

After more than ten lines, only one hit the point of light. The point of light changed at an angle, and with a pop, it hit the defensive mask, and the mask immediately flashed red, and one spot of the mask went black. Punch a fiery bright hole. After the light enters the mask, it disappears in a flash.

Qiang Xiao and Pang Ming have always locked on to the point of light. Unexpectedly, after the point of light hit the defensive array, it turned into a void of gas, and the two great monks couldn't see what was coming in at all.

Qiang Xiao disappeared with Pang Ming, and appeared in the black hole after a suck. Black holes are not big. It was only the size of a jujube, and the large array didn't do much damage. It's just shaking constantly. It's like I'm a little scared of what flies in.

Qiang Xiao and Pang Ming both knew the Dao, and the Ningcheng Great Array also had a weapon spirit. It is a wisp of divine consciousness of a sword saint-level master in the Holy Sword Mountain. This Sword Saint had a third-order Qi Condensation, so how could such a greatly repaired machine spirit be afraid of that point of light. Unless this point of light is also a machine spirit, and it is higher than the instrument spirit of the Ningcheng Great Array.

The two overhaulers let go of their divine senses and searched over and over again. Fiery eyes, fiery passion. The last ones were wiped out.

"Pang Ming City Lord, immediately organize people to search the whole city." Qiang Xiao hurriedly said. Powerful machine spirit, that's a great treasure. If you get it, you can take him to the Holy Sword Mountain to build a terrific artifact. Depending on the situation, this machine spirit must be much higher than the machine spirit of the Ningcheng Defense Array.

Pang Ming disappeared in response. The roar is like a tree bark, lazy and does not walk in this black hole. Aim, look, look. There's a reason why Howling doesn't leave.

The defense array has the ability to repair itself, and if there is no new attack within half an hour, it will automatically recover. At that time, it was even more difficult to find this hole than to climb to the sky. Howling is to look at this black hole.

Since the strong roar advanced to the Qi Condensation Realm, there has never been a satisfactory holy weapon. Because if you want to refine the holy weapon, you must go to the Holy Sword Mountain. The masters above the Sword Saint of the Holy Sword Mountain use the Identification Technique to divide the divine consciousness.

The Holy Realm can only be differentiated by refining the divine consciousness. The Condensation Realm simply couldn't do that. However, the holy masters of the Holy Sword Mountain have all practiced a mysterious discernment technique. It is used exclusively to divide the consciousness. However, every Holy Master only has one chance to know each other in a hundred years. If the divided consciousness fails in the casting of the Hallows artifact, there will be no chance to forge the Hallows again for a hundred years. can only help the major sects refine holy weapons.

A machine spirit without a holy weapon is very remarkable. It can be forged into a holy artifact without refining, and it will not be destroyed by the failure of the holy artifact. Can you not be in a hurry?

At this time, the strong roar was surrounded by a huge wave of ecstasy, and the whole body was hot for a while, and there was a feeling of fluttering immortals. The whole body is soft and fluttering, as if riding a stirring and happy boat, floating in the rich aroma of wine. Unable to suppress the wine, it rushed violently into his nostrils, burrowed into his brain, and emitted a fiery flickering light.

The 200,000 saints in Ningcheng all moved. I heard that I was going to find something for the new elder that could fly. Who doesn't want to get in touch with the Great Monk. Hey, I'm looking for this. There are a lot of people, looking for them in one place, one place after another, and someone has to dig a big hole in a small hole in the ground.

The people who are looking for the hole are about to fight. Many saints stopped arguing over a hole.

"Li Shengyou, I saw this hole first." A first-order saint priest whispered.

", I stepped on this hole with my foot first." A third-order saint priest whispered.

"Li Shengyou, we have been friends for more than ten years, you can't step on our friendship for so long because of this hole." The Gugen First Order Saint said.

"Liu Shengyou, now the holes in the whole city have been priced, this hole is worth at least 10,000 spars, you don't let me step on it, you give me 5,000, I'll get out of the way." The saint surnamed Lee.

"You...... , I really didn't expect that you are such a person who forgets his righteousness when he sees money. This hole, you can step on it yourself, now it is worth a spare, I will not ask for it." Liu Shengshi flicked his sleeves and left.

Li Shengshi laughed. "Liu Shengyou, if you find the next hole, I will buy it for 5,000."

By the stone wall of an alley in Ningcheng, Mo Ye was still sitting there, his head tilted, his face crying, and his eyes staring at the sky in confusion. At this time, his heart was like a leafless dead tree in the desert, standing on the sand dune, looking. Waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, waiting for someone to give him another oil ladle and a crystal water.

Mo Ye's stomach had already begun to whistle, gurgling, gurgling, ringing spring thunder, beating war drums. Mo Xie still had more than half an oil bag in his arms, which was a large piece of spicy and deadly meat. Although Mo Xie's intelligence is not as high as that of a one-year-old child, he already has a memory after being spicy once. Children are like this, maybe that piece of meat stinks, and Mo Ye won't even think about eating it.

Mo Ye's face was strangely sad and painful, frozen like severe ice, cold as a rock. He wanted to shout, but he didn't know what to shout, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't find a reason to cry. He could only sit like this, looking at the sky and looking at the clouds. No one knows if the girl named Gu Xin can still remember Mo Ye now. Or have long forgotten about it.

A flickering point of light flew towards Mo Ye. It seemed to pause in the air and hesitated for a moment. As if drunk, it shook and swayed, and fell into Mo Ye's hands.

After the light point falls, it turns into a blue spar, not as big as a jujube, the spar has no light, and there is no difference from an ordinary spar, saying that there is, there is, that is, the blue is a little deeper. (To be continued......)