Crackling! There was a burst of black ash, which made Mo Ye cough lightly twice, took out the night crystal, and found the small mirror that was used for bluntness.

The items that Mo Xie brought back from the Jade Sword Mountain in the puppet realm were almost there, Chengying, Chixiao, Qiu Xiang, Tai'a, and even the items of Qiong Lin and Mao Yu were all returned to the two saints when they saw them in Shuncheng last time. After all, it must be the thoughts of the puppet realm that are left to a few holy friends, which is more meaningful than putting them on Mo Ye.

Holding the small mirror, Mo Xie was stunned, where did the blunt Jun go? Looking at the two extra red sores on his mouth, it didn't seem to cause Mo Xie to do it again, and a trace of concern gloomy Mo Ye's state of mind.

With a flick of his fingertips, the ruddy qi condensed between his fingers, and he looked at the small mirror stupidly and nodded his red lips. Trembling and inhaling, the red and red sores did not disappear, Mo Xie had a trace of sadness in his eyes, slowly put down his hand, and stared intently at the unclear face in the bronze mirror in his hand.

The solidification of this moment, as if the eyes are frozen by ice, can not feel their own existence, can only feel the emptiness of the heart, the emptiness of the realm, the emptiness of the empty seems to be missing, and it seems to be confused.

A slip of black blood flowed out of the nostrils, little by little along the red sores to the corners of the mouth, I didn't feel the pain, I could only feel the slightest warmth, and gradually turned into a trace of coldness. It flowed to the end of the red sore, and a gentle, faint pain stabbed the skin, instantly stinging to the heart.

Mo Ye covered his aching heart, slowly closed his eyes, and flicked off the painful nosebleed. The clenched bronze mirror was flat on his chest, and he sighed for a long, long time, a long suffocation.

Mo Ye slowly put away the bronze mirror that was staring at his body temperature, and glanced at his divine sense, forbidding the empty space where the slave disappeared. His eyes swept towards another airspace with a desolate and condensed gaze, and the corners of his mouth grinned. The entity vanished in a flash.

The phantom frowned silently, silently put away the "War Shadow Crystal Platform", lifted the "Monster Face Ghost Head Shield", held the "Thunder Shadow Dragon Pattern Dagger", and fled to the airspace where the medicinal fragrance wafted from.

The medicinal fragrance is just a wisp. As soon as he inhaled his breath, this wisp was enough for Mo Ye, who was looking at the Great Perfection of Divine Sense. Mo Xie could sense the traces of the missing medicine breath from outside his divine sense.

Mo Xie is very careful, eating a trench and growing wise, after being kicked by a black bone foot, he can smell the smell of stinky fish and rotten shrimp everywhere he goes.

After a thousand zhang, the aura of the black domain suddenly condensed, startling Mo Yega to stop his tiptoeing shadow, and his divine sense tightened. Zhiyu followed with a pain, Mo Ye frowned, and a nosebleed flowed out.

This tight breath was transmitted from the far sky, and it was a kind of panic that frightened the heart, like a saint walking in the night, carrying a heart that was about to lose her soul. The breath that was held back left only a panicked heart.

The corners of Mo Ye's mouth grinned, condensing a terrifying grin. The "soul vine" who kills the saint like hemp will also be so afraid.

The "Thunder Shadow Dragon Pattern Dagger" pointed towards the airspace, and a swarthy cloud condensed into the black sky. The rolling dark clouds gathered mightily, and the deafening thunder came from far and near, the thunder rumbled, and the lightning flashed. The black clouds are hidden in light and shadow, and they condense violently. The cold tip of the sword burned with black and rotten flames, and the cold and biting sword wind poked out of the airspace.

"Go"! The "Heart-piercing Sword" escaped from the hundred zhang divine sense, trembling slightly along the wisp of panic. Another heartbeat of a suck was killed.

Mo Ye hurriedly fled, boom! The yin and warm aura rushed towards his face, and the "Heart Piercing Sword" condensed several black flame sword rays and struck on the arc-shaped black cover that flickered with black light. The black aura of flames flew away on the black cover point, turning into countless filaments of light with intertwined scales.

The "Heart Piercing Sword" paused, and the black cover that burned in the black flame scales immediately disappeared into the black domain, and the "Heart Piercing Sword" condensed with the "Yin Burning Fire" was powerless against the black cover.

Thousands of zhang away, the half-bright and half-black sky was shrouded in two cloud shadows in the shape of a bucket. Hundreds of zhang of black domain condensed with nameless explosion, and it was impossible to see what else was in the four domains, the bright domain was not clear, the black domain was not turbid, and the bucket-shaped air mass was glued together, only bursts of evil qi, fire qi, military qi, and anger were thrown out of the battle group.

Like layers of terrifying waves, gushing out of hundreds of zhang of airspace, gradually disappearing in the dark curtain.

Suddenly, the clouds and shadows of the bucket were stunned, and the two phantoms were separated in an instant.

The white douyun buzzed and trembled, and a singing voice sounded. "Liao Soul'er's skills are exhausted, but the master hasn't moved his real character yet."

The black douyun flowed slightly, and the vicious divine light skimmed at a certain airspace. "Who's attacking the 'Soul Vine Cover'"?

The vicious divine light condensed the cold killing intent, and the impatient "Soul Vine Cover" was too far away from the "Soul Gathering Platform", don't look at the distance of thousands of zhang, it was actually tens of thousands of miles away, and the space of the "Soul Yin Platform" was compressed by the mysterious soul power, and it shrank into a hundred zhang for thousands of miles, which seemed to be very close and unreachable.

A strange ugly face stretched out from the white douyun, and the ugly face was ruddy with a few white stains. Gently wiping his somewhat numb face, he glanced at the airspace where the vicious divine light had stared. Hey hey smirked. "Liao Soul'er, where is the original 'Soul Vine'? Scared! Don't worry, you can escape, and none of your soul children and grandchildren will want to escape."

A shocking cold soul consciousness emerged from the black douyun. Mo Xie is not here, if he senses this wisp of soul consciousness, he can be frightened. "Yi Xiao'er, just your two useless grandchildren, I'm afraid that you will report to the Soul City early, and you will be able to meet them soon."

"Hehehe! I'm afraid that if you can't get your wish, if you don't believe that if you fight for a few more days, you will have to lose your soul." Huai Xiao sneered, Liao Soul Er would not stop for no reason, it must be that the Yi Family Sage had already attacked the "Chaoyin Valley". However, Huai Xiao condensed and frowned, according to the day, the Yi family's army would attack the first layer of the "Mixed Yin Valley" at most, and it was impossible for them to reach the soul path so quickly.

Yi Shen and Yi Nan may also be crying and laughing here, and the "ghost shadow" who has been caught for thousands of years turned out to be the clan leader Yi Xiao, I am afraid that Yi Shen will faint first.

The black Douyun condensed a vicious soul sense, followed by a chill of horror. "Yi Xiao Lao'er, do you think that you can send out the letter crystal with the 'Isolated Crystal Crystal'? The deity has long guarded against your hand, so you just wait for me to lock your soul and absorb the essence and refine it into a soul bead!"

Yi Xiao's ugly face darkened, and he secretly complained in his heart. Yi Xiao's incarnation realm is the third order, condensing a double incarnation, Yi Xiao's body has nothing to do and runs to Shenghai City to hook fish and touch shrimp, only the incarnation is in charge of the clan. It's not easy to summon back to the body, but after thousands of miles, the incarnation can't condense the body, and the body can't perceive the incarnation. If the body is there, the Liao Soul Bead that has been beaten a long time ago will be broken.

The Shadow Soul Bearer laughed even more wildly when he saw the words. A gust of wind blew and blew the four domains. The black veil kept swinging, and the black domain condensed wisps of silk fluttering with the wind, making a rustling sound, gathering into black clouds, and then the deafening thunder followed.

Howling is roaring, and there are saints attacking the "Soul Vine Cover", which is an undeniable fact. The Evil Shadow Soul Bearer is not too worried about having Jane Soul and two Illusory Soul Soldiers guarding the Soul Path and the "Soul Fujiko". Liao Soul Soul Evil Shadow Soul Warrior was not worried, if there was an accident, Jian Soul would have fled back long ago.

Yi Xiao's face became hideous, and now he can only fight with his back, hoping that there is only this one evil shadow soul in the "Mixed Yin Valley".

A slender bamboo pump with pale green contemplation up and down the body is like an empty space, straight up and down, and the net-like bamboo knots from the side have become a thin layer, like a silhouette of the morning light, and it seems to be light, but it contains countless killing intentions.

The Evil Shadow Soul Collector disappeared into the black mist, and the black wind tips of the Dao Dao rolled out from the black clouds, gathered into wristless black bone claws, tore through the sky like a dome and grabbed countless black lines, one claw fell, and the black domain cut through the black light, like the black flowers that burst into the sky, splashing all over the sky, and bursts of dead corpse gas, bone gas, and evil qi mixed into a strange smelly resentment, and fell into the sky.

"Dying and struggling, you will be the old immortal of the Holy Clan who has fallen into my hands again in ten thousand years" The grinning soul resentment gathered with the squeak of the black bone claws.

"Arrogance, staying in a soul nest in my holy clan, and wanting to shout." "Ghost Shadow" Yi Xiaozhu light struck the black bone claw, and the two green and black shadows slyed together. In the blink of an eye, the black domain is polarized.

The virtual soldiers were played, and Yi Xiao condensed an old man in a cloth with a hook, wearing a bamboo leaf hat, carrying a fish basket, and holding four sleeves. The blazing cold light skimmed the black clouds, the divine sense of war shadow faded, and the old man with the hook escaped to the black clouds, and the bamboo pole threw out the cold light and glittered hooks, pumping towards the fog area where the black clouds rolled.

The black cloud flew out of the shriveled soul shadow, the chaotic and wrinkled face, a skull ring was imprinted on the center of the eyebrows, the skull was the sage skull, as if it had been thorned, shining with a faint black light, covered in dark earth-colored scale armor, and a long black beard hanging down on the chest. Holding the falcon claw, the hook bends the sharp claw, and the yin claw tip hooks the soul like a cautious person, as if a hook can pick out the spirit of the sage.

The war shadow and the soul shadow didn't say a word, staring at the fierce eyes, you claw, I hooked together. Just like two old beggars in the darkness fighting for a stinky piece of meat, tearing, scratching, and biting, sometimes a few points of starlight flew out of the war group, and the two war shadows stopped swaying, and the invisible heads hit out the black waves, shaking on the war shadows and soul shadows.

Yi Xiao didn't care about the war shadow, the voice like a song sounded, several flames were dancing between his fingers, his fingertips were like pens, and the word three-color "lock" was written in the air, and a flame rune was hitting the word "lock".

The temperature in the black area rose sharply, and then dropped suddenly. The three-color fire "lock" burned into the airspace, condensing the three-color rune net cover towards the black clouds.

"Three Flames Soul Locking"? The Evil Shadow Soul Warrior was not a little surprised, and dared to use the Yin and Yang Three Flames Condensation Soul Locking Technique, he must have assimilated the two qi of Yin and Yang. You don't need to look closely to see that the flame has three colors: black, blue, and red.

"The old immortal Yi Xiao actually refined the fire of yin burning, the fire of yin embers, and the fire of yang, why didn't he burn you." The evil shadow Liao Soul couldn't help but be embarrassed, the fire of yin and yang assimilated, few saints in the holy realm dared to do it, Liao Soul didn't have this kind of courage during his lifetime, if there was, he couldn't die in the far frontier, and he would turn into a wisp of resentment.

Liao Soul'er's eyebrows flashed, and the Soul Protector Skull Ring flew towards the airspace. The skull was full of black light, and the ring was overflowing, and it hit the word "lock" with three flames.

Poof! The word "lock" was mixed with three flames, and it was instantly impossible to distinguish the color, silently hitting the skeleton ring light, and was swept by the soaring flames, and the ring light was actually burned down. (To be continued......)