The exquisite palace pavilion, the roof ridge carved dragon and phoenix, the scales and claws dance, the beak spreads its wings, coils and rises, and the clouds drive the fog.

Two rows of ten stone pillars, with the shadow of the dragon body and phoenix, each stone pillar is carved with strange-shaped flowers, floating out of the stone pillars, the good branches are verdant, the strange flowers are scorching, there are clear streams on the pillars that flow in the stone gaps, and there are blue skies attached to the sky. Every time it passes a column, it is like a breeze blowing, bursting a petal of flower bones, wafting out a strange cold fragrance.

Mo Xie stared carefully, secretly amused in his heart. This Spring City can also play some fantasy, a broken pillar, and even arrange a fantasy array. Those with weak sense will definitely think that it is a flower. The thin yellow petals, the fine lines are carved very delicately, and the craftsmanship is exquisite.

"Oh, Young Master Yin He, if you miss the distance, quickly give a few holy friends a seat." Mo Xie appreciated ten strange flower pumice stone pillars, and the piercing sound of broken gongs sounded. Mo Xie is a master of playing falsetto, pouting, the sound is very similar, and the tail note at the end of the most lull is obviously lacking in internal qi, mixed with a little soft sound.

The hall is faintly fragrant with flowers, and the fog waves are rolling slowly, as if the long curtain of clouds and mist is slowly opened. Rolled up with a whirlpool, floating leisurely.

A sea of green leaves and flowers, jumping into the eye, red fire, yellow orange, white snow. The eyes are full of exotic flowers and plants, the petals are lubricated and transparent, the jade is clear and ice, and the pleasant fragrance is so fragrant that everyone is going to get drunk.

The emerald green is about to break, the slender and delicate leaves, surrounded by nine flowers that are as white as silk and as light as yarn. The stamens are pale yellow, and there are nine handsome and chic, beautiful and petite sages, staring at Yin He and Yin Yu brothers and sisters with shocked eyes, and Mo Ye who is behind the two, squinting and sniffing the flower pillar, without paying too much attention.

At the head of the sea of flowers, on the four light yellow petals, there is a smiling saintess, with a trace of resentment at the corner of her mouth, and her creamy snow skin is faintly revealing rouge, looking elegant and delicate. Graceful posture.

"I've seen Elder Ding Xue, my ancestor asked me to bring you peace." Yin He and Yin Yu stepped on the flowers, and bowed deeply to greet the saint of the throne.

"Come and sit down near the Holy Ancestor." Ding Xue's smiling silver bells tinkled dong, the aftermath lingered, and a refreshing fragrance of flowers blew the saints in the hall as if they were intoxicated.

Mo Xie pouted his lips without hesitation, why didn't he pretend to break the gong, he didn't need a good voice, he had to pretend to be hideous and scary. Mo Xie looked at the empty flower seat under the guard. Sit with your ass twisted. I muttered in my heart. "Grandma's, the old saint and the Yin family wear a pair of pants."

Mo Xie held his head in his hand, scratching his oily scalp. A stem reached under Mo Ye's elbow and cushioned his heavy arm. Mo Xie put down his hand, looked at the retracted flower vine, grabbed the flower whiskers curiously, and gently tugged at it.

Ding Xue glanced at Mo Ye and smiled faintly, like a blooming white orchid. "Thousands of cores of tea".

A group of saints dressed in white like a light veil. As if floating in the smoke, the white jade-like slender hand holds the pearl jade pot, and the beautiful butterfly-like twisting the graceful wicker waist flies over.

Wisps of sweet fragrance. It seems to be a soul-surging soft language, refreshing people's hearts. Every time he passes by a saint, it is like a clear water shining brightly, whether it is a saint or a saint. The pearl of nostalgia turned a few times on the face of the saint, beautiful and dizzy, shining and beautiful. Looking at the saint's heart itching.

Mo Xie lowered his head and played with the green vine whiskers. His eyes froze violently, and a petite figure with a curvy figure, concave and convex, crisp breasts and pretty buttocks slid past the afterglow. Fresh and elegant, the fragrance of simple and pure jasmine wafted by, Mo Ye held the hand of the green beard tightly, and there was a light and crisp sound of breaking vines.

The huge crystal hand hugged the devil's thin waist and pulled out a burst of ice crystal fragrance. A beautiful black hair fluttered in his arms like a waterfall, and his eyebrows were bent, and his beautiful eyes stared at Mo Ye's cold face in astonishment. The pink cheeks were slightly red, the red lips of the dripping cherry blossoms were wide open, and the delicate body as soft as a willow trembled.

The face of the melon seeds like a flower is as crystal as jade, the eyes that are condensed like a lake, and on the long, sparkling eyelashes, shiny tears roll down the cheeks and drip on the corners of the mouth, hugging Mo Ye's body tightly, the face with teardrops is deep into his arms, and the crying Mo Ye's heart is wet.

The saints in the flower hall stared at Mo Ye with stunned eyes one by one. The saint who came was so presumptuous, he dared to hold Elder Ding Xue's disciple in his arms.

Ding Xue smiled charmingly and gently, but was very reluctant, obviously polite in front of everyone. When Mo Xie came in, Ding Xue chuckled in his heart. The holy worm taken away by Tian Juan's holy friend, how could it be him?

Ding Xue deliberately arranged Chengying out, Chengying didn't pay attention to Mo Ye, this holy insect Dao was very presumptuous, and in front of the public, he openly flirted and scolded him. "Mo Shengyou has met, why rush to be warm. Taste the tea and discuss something important".

Mo Xie smiled and stroked his wavy hair, patting his graceful and slender body. "Shadow, get up and make tea".

Chengying slowly raised the star's teary eyes and stared at Mo Xie's smiling face. Mo Ye stretched out his hand to pick away the tears on Chengying's face, and no longer paid attention to everyone's stunned gazes, pinching his delicate little face. "Dead girl, run here to hide, let me find it."

Chengying's small mouth pursed, his trembling jade hand lifted Mo Ye's thickening earlobe, his silver teeth clenched, and his eyes were hung with crystal teardrops, fluttering down his cheeks. "You're crazy and stupid, and you have that femininity."

"Oops". More than a dozen saints in the hall, their faces couldn't be hung up, they wiped their faces fiercely, and dared to come to see the mandarin ducks playing in the water, and a pair of dog men and women who came here flirted in front of everyone like this, as if this was their boudoir.

Ding Xue's face turned red, gradually turning blue, her body trembled, but there was a crooked smile on the corner of her mouth. "Chengying".

Chengying's tears are like beads with broken threads, and they can't be stopped no matter how they are wiped. The hand that wiped away the tears covered his mouth tightly. His face suddenly turned pale, and he trembled and trembled like chaff, and his bones were about to shatter.

Mo Ye's eyes froze, a red flame flew out of his eyebrows, and as soon as he sucked into Chengying's sea of knowledge, a terrifying, deafening thunderbolt crackled and exploded in Chengying's sea of knowledge, yellow lightning, red beams, and blue thunder, turning into a three-color cunning dragon and fighting in the empty domain of knowledge.

The sudden dazzling lightning, through Chengying's forehead, flashed a golden light in the sky in the hall in an instant. Chengying's body curled up and twitched, his breathing stopped, and he shook like an electric shock.

Suddenly, the gate of heaven opened, and a blue light escaped wildly, disappearing into Ding Xue's eyebrows in an instant.

Ding Xuefeng's eyes were stunned, panicked like cold water poured on his body, the blood in his whole body was boiling, and his heart seemed to fly out of his chest and crash everywhere. The fine teeth trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath, feeling a breathless suffocation, and a deep resentment flashed in his eyes.

Since the little sage will pass on the secret art of the cave master, the mountain master, and the family master. The Holy Realm, the originator of the Nine Mountains, Twenty Caves, and Forty-Seven Families, must go to the Inheritance Mountain of the Holy Cloud City when establishing the Holy Land, temper the Inheritance Stone, and go through the 7749 levels to get the Inheritance Stone, and then pass the 17 Life and Death Passes to get the Inheritance Secret Technique. in order to create a holy place in the Holy Realm.

Otherwise, you will have the ability to be shocked, and you will not be able to create a lineage in the Holy Realm. Countless Great Saints of the Holy Realm want to create a holy land, forty-nine demonization passes, seventeen life and death passes, and I don't know how many outstanding people have been devoured. Otherwise, how could the Vast Holy Realm only have nine mountains, twenty caves, and forty-seven families. The originator of these holy places can pass through the Sacred Cloud City Inheritance Mountain, which can be seen that it must be the Holy Realm that covers the sky with one hand and has boundless mana.

What was that red flame? Why was it so familiar, so familiar, that I couldn't remember it for a while. Ethereal Peak Inheritance? Ding Xue's eyes froze, and her heart jumped like thunder. Stretching his neck and swallowing a mouthful of saliva. "Come on, please take a seat."

The Holy Realm, obtained the inheritance of the Ten Thousand Heart Recipes, will be the lord of the Holy Land, no matter how high the realm is, the Great Sage must be respected as a guest when he meets. This little saint dared to show the Ethereal Peak Inheritance Fire Seal in front of him, Ding Xue felt up and down in his heart, not knowing what to do. The saints who have inherited the fire seal cannot be killed or smashed, and no one dares to hurt them in the holy territory. If something happens, Shengyun City will definitely investigate to the end.

Thousands of years ago, the Ethereal Peak was destroyed, and the mysterious person did not dare to touch the demonized Floating Fang Holy Body, and let it escape into the Demon Domain, the reason was that he was afraid of provoking the Holy Cloud City. Otherwise, Ethereal Peak would have been divided up a long time ago.

Mo Xie waved his hand and smiled bitterly, he really wanted to slap his mouth hundreds of times. Just now, I saw that Chengying was trapped by his master Ding Xue's filial piety mantra, and he was in a hurry, so he didn't care about 3721, and used the Ten Thousand Heart Trick to force Ding Xue's divine sense out of Chengying's sea of knowledge. Unexpectedly, as soon as Wan Xinjue moved, the ethereal inheritance fire seal rushed into Chengying's sea of knowledge, allowing Ding Xue to see through his identity. "Elder Ding, just sit down here, I was offended just now, please forgive me."

Seeing that Ding Xue was so polite to Mo Ye, the sages didn't understand what was going on, just now the lightning and thunder were at the peak, and the sages saw it in their eyes, but they didn't know why, no one had ever done it, how to lift the filial piety curse. In the Holy Realm, this kind of solution can only be done by the inheritors of the Holy Land. Yin He is just a young master, and he has not accepted the inheritance of the Yin family, and he knows nothing about it.

Ding Xue's divine sense was defeated by Mo Ye, and the saints could still see it. After all, the consciousness must be more than 400 miles. Ding Xue was defeated by Mo Ye, and it was not surprising that all the saints. The strength of the consciousness does not distinguish between the high and low realms. Divine consciousness war, who has the strongest divine consciousness and who is the king.

Yin Yu's little face trembled slightly. The heart seemed to be blocked by something, and the cherry mouth opened in surprise, so tightly that she forgot to exhale. Yin Yu listened to Elder Yin Shuo talk about the Nine Mountains, Twenty Caves, and Forty-Seven Family Inheritance Symbols of the Holy Realm. "This saint named Mo Xie turned out to be the peak master of the Ethereal Peak Inheritance."

Ding Xue forced a smile, today it was planted in the hands of this third-order saint in front of him. "The young master is seated, otherwise, my mouth is not strict"!

A ghostly shrill sound sounded in Mo Ye's ears, and the ghost cried wolf and cried in his ears. Eyelids fluttered. I cursed in my heart. "Dead saintess, the divine sense can't beat it, and she comes to play yin again."

"Elder Ding, it's always a joke, it's too late for you to climb down." Mo Ye picked up the psychedelic shadow of his divine consciousness in the darkness, silence, and sudden awakening. A ghostly figure like dust and smoke fell on the flower seat next to Ding Xue's seat. (To be continued......)