The early morning of Beast Mountain is still so noisy, so crystalline, so colorful. A thin layer of light veil, lined with the brilliant morning glow, waving the distant mountains looming.

The glittering light of the purple lantern had dimmed, and in an instant it turned into a crystal net and hung on the bare branches.

Mo Xie was paralyzed in a puddle of stinking water, supporting his body with one hand trembling, shaking his weak neck and shins, and lifting his tired eyelids. Then, Mo Ye let out an inhuman and non-insect exclamation as if he had been pierced into his skin by countless fine needles at the same time.

Mo Xie stared at the incredible eyes, glanced at the hundred zhang bluestone, the bun on his head stood up one by one, his face burst into green tendons, the muscles of his cheeks were trembling angrily, and a cold light like fire burst out of his eyes. It was an unquenchable rage, and his teeth clucked like an enraged boar slamming into the crystal net.

Boom, the ruthless crystal net bounced Mo Ye back, and he fell heavily to the ground, and the smooth head door knocked out of the Tianzi-shaped blood pit, and streams of blood seeped out of the blood pit. Mo Ye didn't feel pain, and he didn't know what pain was.

Whoosh, rushing up again and crashing into the crystal net. Like a bison that has seen blood, he doesn't care whether it is a stone or an iron plate in front of him, and he rushes away with the wrath of thunder and the wrath of a thousand feet. With a pop, a little blood splattered. Mo Xie grabbed the Tianzi crystal net with both hands, his legs were weak, and his whole body was like thin mud, between the grids, he slid towards the grid one by one, his angular and cold face was staggered between the squares, and each sliding grid was accompanied by a bright red blood flow flowing down the crystal net.

The pair of resentful and angry eyes swept dimly across the countless pairs of embarrassed evil faces in the distance, slowly closed the unwilling pupils, and the whole body slid on the ground of the crystal net, posing in a sad and miserable posture.

Two days later, the morning sun was still rising, and the trees and green grass of the Beast Mountain were covered with dewdrops. Even the crystal net was condensed with large diamond-like water droplets, swaying in the wind. Slowly slipping down, with a bit of red, it flashed with a blood-colored glow.

Mo Ye's fingers only moved, and he never saw him open his cold eyes again.

On this day, the sky had just dawned, Qiao Rong felt a little upset, stopped his cultivation early, and appeared in the mountain of the Desire Beast, looking around.

Qiao Rong felt that his upset was directly related to Desire Beast Mountain. But I don't know where the problem is. Qiao Rong let go of all the four major divine senses, and instantly enveloped the entire Desire Beast Mountain.

Hiss, Qiao Rong took a breath of cool heart, and his troubled heart chuckled, almost not jumping to his throat. Flashed in front of the crystal net, those beautiful eyes with an incomprehensible light, confused, locked the thin willow brow.

"Eagle, come here. Here's what's going on". A tender voice turned into the depths of the forest.

A flash of light shot straight from the distance. A black giant eagle shot a sharp cold light in its eyes, revealing a murderous aura, and pounced on Qiao Rong. The sharp claws were like eight shiny hooks, mercilessly grabbing Qiao Rong's right shoulder. This claw has the strength of steel. exuded the breath of death, as if it could crush Qiao Rong's weak thin shoulders in an instant.

Qiao Rong didn't care about the claws that flew again, and the eight steel hooks instantly grabbed Qiao Rong's right shoulder, and there were a few piercing scratching sounds. The black giant eagle landed steadily on Qiao Rong's shoulder.

If. At this time, when someone saw it, they must have been shocked, this eagle is too big. It is as tall as Qiao Rong and the two of them, with black feathers, a small tuft of white hair on his chest, and a starry black spot between the white hairs, which looks a bit like a skeletal eagle's head. The feathers are black and shiny, like black spears. The tawny mouth hooked with ruthless fierceness, and the sharp claws shone with cold light.

"Master Qiaoshan, this little insect can secrete a white object from the grass, and if you want to escape, I have the grass cleared." The black hawk opened his mouth, faint, this eagle will speak holy words. The Holy Beast can't speak the Holy Language without being in the realm of consciousness. The Holy Eagle also had a few casual smirks as he spoke.

"Eagle, is it the idea that the owl gave you again, you want to trap the worm to death and provoke it. If the elders check it out, there is good fruit for you to eat." Qiao Rong said unhurriedly.

"Master Qiaoshan, I can't do anything about this, you know, nine out of ten of those holy beasts under my command have a grudge against insects, if I don't make a move, they will have to do it. I just asked them to clear the grass, and they didn't even clear the mud. The Holy Eagle said helplessly.

"Also, I forgot that. Why don't I release them to the Feeding Tribe, or the Qi Tribe?" Qiao Rong said thoughtfully.

"Master Qiaoshan, you can't put it there, the best way is to throw out the Lust Beast Mountain." The Holy Eagle let out a few sneers.

Qiao Rong glanced at the eagle, it seems that this eagle has also changed its sex, and he also hates the little worm.

"You take a good look at him, I'll go out of the mountain once". After speaking, Qiao Rong disappeared.

A few hours later, Qiao Rong returned to Lust Beast Mountain with Lian Yi. Lian Yi glanced at Mo Ye, who was dying in the crystal net, and shook his head. It's only been ten days, and a handsome fellow, poor worm, has become like this. If Uncle Qiao Rong hadn't found out early, he would have had to collect the corpse of the insect later.

Lian Yi stretched out his hand into the crystal net, grabbed Mo Ye who was lying in a pool of blood, and after saying goodbye, he flew towards the Valley of Desire. Passing by a bare hill, Lian Yi stopped. I saw that the hill was covered by a pink mask, and in the sun, sometimes flashing a pink and tender aura.

Lian Yi tapped the upper wound of Mo Ye's head, and the wound disappeared. Lian Yi threw it casually, and Mo Ye's body fell into the light mask like a zombie, and gently landed on a rock on the hill.

"Min Miao, Gao Qing, remember, the cave master has an order, and no one is allowed to enter."

Under an ancient tree outside the hill, two women stood and saluted into the air. "It's a senior sister", "it's a master".

Lianyi disappeared from the sky.

Min Miao looked at Gao Qing. "Uncle Shi, let's divide morning and evening, do you want to be day or night."

"At night, during the day you watch". After Gao Qing finished speaking, he disappeared.

Min Miao turned around and looked at the hundred-zhang tall little bald mountain, "I can't think of anyone's idea, find such a place where rabbits don't, and lock up this little insect."

Xiaobald Mountain is a Mao Tong Mountain, gray stones cover the whole mountain, in the scorching sun, shining gray light, gray light with a little burning smoke, as if the colorless flame is burning in the gray stone.

Min Miao clicked, and a piece of stone slowly stood up. One more click, and another stone flew over, and with a slight chip, a sink chiseled out. Min Miao took out a water-like spar from the holy bag, pinched it gently, and a pool of clear water overflowed the sink.

A day later, Mo Ye got up from the hot rock. After looking at the bald hill, he grabbed the rocks around him and surrounded them into a shady area.

After Mo Ye rested for a while, he swished, disappeared from the shade, and returned to the shaded stone after sucking. Sitting there with a confused expression.

In the main hall of the Desire Heart Cave, Wei Dan and several envoys sat at a large round table with blank faces.

"Cave Master, eighty years have come, and the source of the Desire Cave is about to be found." An old woman with white hair that was over her knees said gloomily.

"Ma Jian Envoy, how many desire trees are there in the Desire Heart Peak now." Wei Dan's beautiful face was a little gloomy.

"Five hundred and thirteen trees of desire for women, seven trees of desire for men, and four more trees of desire for women were demonized last year." Magu sighed a few times.

Wei Dan's eyes widened, eighty years ago, the Desire Heart Mountain Desire Heart Tree demonized three trees for no reason, and he still doesn't know what the Dao is for.

"I don't know how to do it, but I still haven't found the reason." Magu shook her head and said.

"Deng Ming, order all mountain lords to select six hundred disciples of the Spirit Movement Period, and each city lord to select seven men from the Solid Root Realm, and prepare to participate in the Desire Cave Source Seeking Competition." Wei Dan said expressionlessly.

"Yes". Deng Ming flashed out of the main hall.

The next day, the mountains of the Desire Cave were lively. The disciples of the spirit period rushed to tell each other.

After Xu Jia heard the news, she was excited for a whole night. The Great Mixed River Desire Heart Cave Source Hunting Contest is only held once every 80 years, and hundreds of people go in, and only a few dozen people can come out. All the disciples who came out entered the Solid Root Realm from the Spiritual Period.

After Xu Jia heard the news from several senior sisters, she has been waiting for this opportunity for so many years.

Early in the morning, sure enough, Deng Ming summoned all the disciples over. Said with a straight face. "I have decided that the disciples of this peak will not participate in the Desire Heart Cave Source Seeking Competition, Lan Ying and Nie Hong will each bring nine junior sisters to take over from your tenth senior sister to guard Xiaobald Mountain, if someone leaves without permission, don't blame the master for being ruthless."

As soon as Deng Ming's words were finished, the excited faces of the twenty Spirit Stage disciples suddenly fell. One by one, they had a gloomy face and reluctantly responded.

An hour later, twenty disciples of the Spiritual Movement Stage came to Xiaobald Mountain. Gao Qing and Min Miao emphasized the matters to be paid attention to, and then left Xiaobald Mountain.

The twenty disciples of the Spiritual Movement Stage only then knew that the little worm was now locked up in the small bald mountain. But the twenty people pulled their faces one by one, and no one showed any surprise. is still immersed in the ruthlessness of the master, such a good opportunity, although it is dangerous, but these people don't want to give up.

"You said that the master didn't let us participate in the school, and put us in this place where rabbits don't." Nie Hong complained first.

"Aren't you afraid that we won't be able to come back?" said one of the disciples.

"Then aren't the masters of the other mountains afraid?" another disciple muttered quietly.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about that, let's go to the mountains." Lan Ying shouted.

The junior sisters pouted and walked away one by one.

Xu Jia was in a very low mood, silently walking along the light mask, the gray-white small bald mountain, in Xu Jia's rain-like state of mind, looked so ghostly, and the whole sky was so gray and depressed in gray tones. Xu Jiaqiang cheered up, wanting to forget about the unpleasant incident.

But in this gray tone, the mood is even more depressed, Xu Jia feels very tired and wants to find a place to sleep. I'm very sad and want to find someone to vent my feelings. But it can't sweep away the haze, but it makes people feel like a failed life. (To be continued......)