Plumes of smoke and dust rose from the body of the old saint in the feather coat, and rose towards the black goshawk vine, drooping his head, and reaching out to grasp the grass. "Eat all the fine meat".

Dull Jun and Xiao Yue pulled hard, their pretty faces trembled slightly, and the moment they stepped into the aura, Du Jun and Xiao Yue glanced behind them in unison. A trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes, like snowflakes falling in the wind, gently sprinkled into the grass.

The crevices in the rocks are like threads. The first-class stream flows clear and bright, ding dong!

A long stick among the weeds, pressed against the black armor. Mo Ye held the stick and stared at the airspace in confusion.

Watch the sun slowly set, the night breeze blows lightly, and the air wafts with a cool and familiar faint fragrance. Immersed in the depths of Mo Ye's head sea, it floated as light as silk. Is it blunt, is it Chengying, or is it Satsuki?

The shadow seemed to linger around him, dancing in the wind, emitting wisps of striking fragrance. This is the wave of longing, fragrant like the wind, delicate and moving, fragrant. A thread, wisps floated in, condensed in Mo Ye's sea of knowledge, and reflected in Mo Ye's black pupils.

Mo Ye's eyes blinked weakly, looking at the broken silver moon shadow. Counting a few lonely stars, like rain dripping in the eyes, falling into the heart drop by drop, stirring up a circle of ripples. Who sent that ray of gaze, was it blunt, Chengying, or Bian Le?

A meteor dragged its long tail across the dark night sky, like a lonely figure moving forward, dotting the bleak night sky, setting off the bright moonlight, and sprinkling the dreamlike light on the holy realm

Mo Ye didn't know how long he had been lying in psychedelia and reality. When the fresh morning reflected this dewy grass, Mo Ye moved his hands, and then rose into the air and stood on the babbling stream.

A clear stream flows, and around the sleek and intricate stones, a few maple trees dance in the morning breeze, shaking off the dewdrops and floating among the shadows of the grass and flowers.

"Why am I still in it". Mo Xie looked around the stream in amazement. Mo Xie only remembered that he leaped from this stream, and then he became in a trance, dreaming of strange demons. It seems that the whispers of Dull Jun and Satsuki are also heard.

Mo Xie smiled at himself, since he arrived in the Solid Root Realm, he had seen so many illusions. The mountain is still the same mountain, and the water is still the same stream. Then Mo Ye's eyes widened.

On the macale tree not far from Mo Ye, there are really four holy priests. Mo Ye's heart chuckled, and the things that appeared in his mind were all true? Could it be that Dull Jun and Xiao Yue had really been here?

Mo Xie soared into the air and looked around. Looking at the mysterious ancient forest, the waves are like the sea and lush, surrounded by the peaks, quiet and silent.

Mo Ye looked around in the air in confusion. The mountain, the water, the forest, the flower. But he didn't find the figure he was looking for.

Mo Xie stood lonely in the blazing air, a drop of tears, a trace of scorching sun, a long shadow that sank on the canopy, slowly shortened and lengthened with the sun.

Slowly, a scarlet sunset approached the horizon. Clear blue sky. Under the glow of the setting sun, it shows a flame-like red, red for a while, golden for a while, just like Mo Xie's state of mind. Colorful postures. , Mo Ye stood in the air in a daze, staring at the burning sky of the sunset, waiting for the emerald green Langfeng to put on the red flame suit.

Mo Xie sighed lightly. In the blink of an eye, I flew under the fir tree. Gently a little St. Stan's sea, tom tom, four saints fell straight into the grass. stared at it in astonishment for a long time. Only then did he come back to his senses and hurriedly salute Mo Xie.

When the four saints saw the salute, their eyes were fixed on the hundreds of holy bags on Mo Ye's body. The four priests looked at each other and gently took off the bag. "Thank you Holy Friend, for the grace of not killing, we are willing to hand over the holy bag to the Holy Friend."

Mo Ye, who was in a very depressed mood, turned his head and looked at the demeanor of the four saints. Only then did he remember that he had hundreds of holy bags hanging on his body, and the other party might think that he was robbing.

Mo Xie smiled. "I, like all the saints, am psychedelic, on this creek, but I wake up a little earlier than all of you."

The four saints were a little confused, not a robbery, who caught us. looked at Mo Ye suspiciously, how to look at the holy bag on Mo Ye's body, his heart was furious. "Dare to ask the name of the Holy Friend, I will thank the Holy Friend again after the four friends of Dingcheng."

"Hundred generations of young masters". Mo Xie said casually with a smile.

"Thank you for the hundred bags of young masters". The four saints seemed to understand at this point. No wonder this saint priest has so many holy bags hanging on his body, it turns out that he is the young master of the Hundred Bags Gate. But I haven't really heard of this hundred bag door.

"Young master of 100 bags, I think you are the young master of 100 prostitutes." Just as Mo Xie was about to say goodbye to the four friends of Dingcheng. A delicate voice came from the distant airspace.

Mo Ye's head buzzed loudly. My heart was crawling with clawed insects, and my legs were filled with lead, but I wanted to step but didn't take a step.

Several saints flew in the far sky, and Mo Xie had already sensed it, and he didn't want to meet these saints, but he didn't expect the other party to lock him. Mo Ye was a little incomprehensible, he didn't know who the other party was. Listening to the meaning of the holy woman, it seems to know who she is.

Mo Xie's face jumped. "Damn, it's not a good sign". Mo Xie did not answer the provocation of the holy maiden, turned around and moved towards the mountains and forests.

A white silk ribbon was flying all over the sky, and several saintesses had already surrounded Mo Ye in the center. One by one, the phoenix eyes were upside down, the silver teeth were clenched, and the eyes were not spewing anger, but the cold arrogance rushed to his face, making Mo Ye feel cold through his heart.

Mo Ye lost his eyes and looked at a white-clothed saintess in the lead. "Holy Friend, do we know each other"?

The white-clothed saint scolded fiercely in her heart. "Fan Yan, you can really pretend, you have been in love for several months, but now you don't know each other when you meet you. It seems that the young master of Wanyun Cave has been abolished, and his brain has also been abolished."

The white-clothed saint pouted and sneered. "Young master, good memory, I forgot it so quickly."

"Get out of the way, I don't know you". Mo Xie said that he was about to move out of the encirclement. Being surrounded by these saints in the middle, the taste is really unbearable, Mo Ye felt that the cool breeze was swishing behind him, and it seemed that someone wanted to shoot from behind.

"It's good that you don't know us, in your eyes we are just slaves, do it." The white-clothed saint said a word viciously, and unceremoniously struck first.

Mo Xie figured it out, it was the old account of the young master of Wanyun, and he couldn't count it. Mo Xie didn't want to accept the spell of the white-clothed saintess, and fled to the dense forest with a smoke that turned into clear smoke.

"Block him". When a saint exclaimed, Mo Xie had already escaped from the encirclement of the saint. Escape.

The six saintesses were stunned in the air, looking around in confusion. "Escape".

"See, this hundred generations of young masters are not ordinary saints, if you say no, it will be gone," a saint said.

"Don't talk nonsense, haven't you seen these six saints go crazy, and no one will help you if they burn on your head." A middle-aged saint priest of Dingcheng Siyou said.

The saint stuck out his tongue. Needless to say, the realm is scared to death. One cultivating saint woman, five third- and fourth-order saint daughters of solid roots, looking at the holy clothes, you can know that the Tao is a sect that is strictly forbidden by the ruling sect.

The six holy women stood in the scorching sun, sweating nervously. This holy criminal named Mo Xie was able to escape from the eyelids of hundreds of thousands of saints in Wanyun Cave, and he really had something extraordinary, the escape technique was too dangerous, and it was gone as soon as it was transmitted.

A leaf moved. The saints put their fingers together, and the ashes of the forest were gone.

Hundreds of zhang away, Mo Ye, who was standing in the cypress tree, pouted, "Sample, young master, I'm not happy today, so I'll play with you for a while."

"Little lady ......". didn't wait for Mo Xie to finish speaking. Several spells bribed the ancient tree that Mo Xie spoke. Puff puff shoot out six hollow tree holes. It can be seen that these saints are all orthodox sect upbringing, and they didn't kill the whole tree in seconds.

A layer of cold sweat oozed from Mo Ye's forehead, "It's so dangerous! That Cultivation Saint Priest is too fast."

"Holy Sister ......". Mo Xie shouted halfway and disappeared again. Mo Xie scolded secretly. "Stinky saint, ears are better than dogs".

"Young master, what are you running, why don't you come out." The Peixing Holy Maiden, who was condensed in the air, sneered.

"I'm here". Mo Ye emerged from a tree hundreds of feet away. The four holy maidens immediately cast spells on the surrounding trees. Mo Xie had no choice but to hehe twice.

A slender, delicate hand stretched out from the body of the tree behind the Holy Maiden, narrow and slender, plump and white, and the pointed and thin nails slowly stretched out to the back of the Holy Maiden. A burst of blue light let go.

The dark, large, lively and amorous eyes widened, and he forgot to use the spell, and with an "ah" sound, he covered his mouth. It was as if someone had given a heavy foot in the back, and fled into the air like crazy.

The other saints stared, what was going on, where did they run away, and then, another saint with her back against the stone, noticed that someone had tapped her on the shoulder. The saint's face turned white, and she rushed into the sky as if she had been bitten by a dog.

The saints who searched among the woods were stunned, and immediately thought of something, as if they had made an appointment. Flee into the airspace, back to back, staring in horror into the woods below.

"What's the matter, don't you dare to come down, I just rubbed your waist, and if you come down again, I'll spank your ass." Mo Xie walked among the trees, although his words were very coherent, and the technique of chasing after his ass was also coherent. Poof. Holes the size of fists appeared behind Mo Xie.

"If you have the ability, you come out, let's go one-on-one." Pei Ji winked. The five saints parted again.

"It's big for you". Mo Ye suddenly shot out several black rays. These saints are not fuel-efficient lamps, and if they don't run, they won't have a chance. After Mo Xie hit the black mang, he fled with a smoke.

When the Holy Maiden of Peixing saw the black mang flying out, she was first shocked, and then played several spells in a row to break the black mang. "This is the skill of the Zerg, how can this Gugen Saint know it, is it not a Saint Clan. ......”。

The Holy Maiden of Peixing stared at the secluded mountain forest for a long time, and then a rainbow appeared on her solemn face, and she let out bursts of sneering laughter. A crystal of light flew into the blue sky.

"The rumor that Mo Xie is not a holy clan" quickly spread in the Wanyun Cave Domain. (To be continued......)