Yin Shuo's face turned white with fright, and he actually forgot to cut off the source of divine consciousness, opened his mouth and blew it several times, wanting to breathe the "fire of the sun" at his fingertips.

The wind fuels the fire, if it doesn't blow, it's enough, and this blow, Yin Shuo's mouth will never go back. Streams of air roared, swinging out between the teeth that wanted to close, pulling the bagpipes and rolling towards the "fire of the sun",

Hula!"The flame of the sun" was like a chaotic demon, suddenly swept across, rolling towards the humanoid fire shadow that exploded in the black flame.

Yin Shuo's face was deformed, there was a huge wind in his mouth, and in his mouth that was panting, the sharp wind tongue stretched long, and the true air flow in the Danhai was strangely pulled out of the holy body.

"Devour the Primordial Fire"! Du Ji exclaimed, and the green technique slashed towards the crystal chain on Yin Shuo's wrist.

The sound of breaking gold rang out, and a ball of powder burst open, and Yin Shuo was shot out hundreds of feet away by a hundred pink lights. A burst of fire swept through the Yin Shuo Holy Body, rubbing out countless pink golden flowers.

Yin Shuo stretched his neck and froze in the airspace, almost knocking the stone mountain behind him into ashes, and the powder burned through the cracked stone cracks, rushing into the sky, and the stone mountain instantly turned into a cloud of stone gas.

Look at Yin Shuo's elongated head becoming bare and red, and the silver hair on his head is burned to the core, leaving only the red and translucent head shell.

Yin Shuo's red head was raised, and Mu Shou almost stopped laughing. Yin Shuo's eyebrows and beard were burned to the core, his face was not burned and swollen, and only skin and bones were left as if he had smoked flesh.

Yin Shuo's thin and deformed face stared at the black gas dancing in the distance, and his mouth grinned, exhaling a puff of green smoke. I just wanted to open my mouth and scold.

A long golden sound resounded throughout the four domains, shocking the golden kite and Guan Ke so violently that they sat down in the airspace with their faces in their hands.

The three great cultivators of Yin Shuo were stunned, and they didn't care to study in detail why the Sage of Evil could devour the three fires of yin and yang, and the battle sleeves lifted Mo Ye, who was surrounded by black mist, and fled out of the city.

"The sound of the war gong and gold" is the war horn set up by the three tribes, and the sound reaches thousands of miles. As soon as the golden sound sounds, there will be an earth-shattering battle, and no matter where the major cultivators are, they must gather in the land of the golden sound.

Thousands of miles away, inky black clouds rolled in mid-air like black waves. Bumping, crowding. There is no earth-shattering roar, but there is vastness and boundless momentum.

The rolling fog obscured the strange peaks without a trace, and the mountain wind seemed to be tight, but it could not blow away the fog, only bursts of yin air surrounded the dark mountains.

The sound of the golden sound pierced through the rolling black fog and pierced the dark sky through the ten thousand golden swords. A green hill exposes the tip of the stone, as if the ten thousand golden rays spread from the top of the mountain to the four regions. Jin Ming went out. Everything is silent, and a thousand mountains are hidden.

As soon as the golden light passed, dozens of streamers pierced the dark night sky, releasing that fleeting light, and the flashing moment, before it could be seen clearly, the streamer was already close in an instant, disappearing into the black fog curtain, leaving a fleeting crack in the air

As the cracks swept away. In the dancing fluffs. Tall trees rise from the ground, towering to the sky, with a broad canopy and branches and leaves. A magnificent complex hidden in the deep green foliage.

The walls of the temple are as black as iron, and in the shade of the staggered trees, the forest is majestic, and the stone layers are raised. The face of the palace is hugged, the road lingers, and the green vines blow the eaves. The jade fence is built in the middle. The front and back of the hall were dark and dark, and there was not a trace of strange sounds.

Ten thousand golden rays of light flashed from the top of the hall, and with a deafening roar, it shot towards the realm of ten thousand miles. Under the golden light, the palace is shining with a golden halo, one by one the golden glow beast faces, the head of the color glow, the red eyes are staring at the sky, giving people a solemn, quiet and solemn atmosphere.

As soon as the golden light fell, more than ten streamers stepped on the fleeting golden light sword shadow, and escaped into the silent hall with a breath.

Hundreds of strange flowers and stone bottles in the hall flash in the empty space, the clear stream spreads between the stone flower bottles, the four domains fly carved and embroidered, the flower shadow is empty, only feel the strange fragrance in the nose, the strange grass fairy vine wears the stone around the eaves.

Yin Shuo, Du Ji, and Mu Shou carried the black holy shadow, and just escaped into the hall, they were stunned. I saw that there was a crane-haired child-faced sage sitting at the head of the Hundred Flowers Stone Bottle, and the three cultivators were busy bowing deeply, bowing their heads and falling on their respective stone bottles.

"Battle Gong Jin Ming" sounded again, and several major repairers hurriedly escaped into the main hall, sat down in surprise, looked around, and saw that the major repairers in the hall were all gloomy and their eyes were shining. I wanted to ask, look at the old sage who was in charge, opened his mouth and swallowed back.

Stopped counting and sucking. The "battle gong sounded" never sounded again. Hundreds of cultivators looked suspicious, not knowing what Yi Xiao wanted to do.

Yi Xiao looked around the hall and saw that the flower stone bottle was sitting without absence, and nodded slightly. "Friends of all ethnic groups are all ordered by their own tribes to come to Haocheng to see the séance, but now otherwise, there is a war in the 'Xiangshuitan', and all ethnic groups must share the same hatred. Please phoenix warbler birds".

The shadow flashed its wings, and the phoenix warbler's little face stood in the hall with a slight sweat, saluting Yi Xiao and the cultivators.

More than half of the hundreds of cultivators are familiar with this big bird girl, the third order of condensation, the famous martyr of the Feng clan, she has a good nature, and loves to fight unevenly, many cultivators have fought with her, and most of them are beaten and shouted a few times before they are willing to let go. How could she be in Haocheng? Several cultivators couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Everyone". Feng Ying's soft voice resounded through the hall, and the suspicious cultivators were shocked when they heard a few words, how could this be possible? I couldn't believe that what Feng Ying said was true.

"Xiangshuitan" has been recorded in history for millions of years, and it turned out to be the "curse mound" of the "ancient curse insects", and there are séances guarding it?

"Ridiculous"! Before the phoenix warbler finished speaking, a violent cry sounded, and a pretty fowler with a phantom shadow of a partridge on his head stood up, threw up his feather scale armor, and stood in the air.

"Fengying, don't be alarmist, 'Xiangshuitan' has been reincarnated in our clan's Haocheng for four million years, how can it be a 'curse mound'." The pretty pelican opened his hand and looked at it, and said sharply.

It's okay for the pretty pelican not to say anything, but as soon as the words fell, dozens of major repairers hurriedly took out the crystal shaft to check it, their faces changed color, and they all looked at the pretty pelican.

A green cliff chrysanthemum on her head stood up, bursts of floral fragrance wafted in, stared at the green shadow and asked, "The time is right."

The pelican's brow locked. "Yasha, do you suspect your clan's 'Ten Thousand Years Classic'"?

There was a shudder in the four domains. If the time and day that the pelicans say are not the same, millions of years of insect explosion, millions of years of demon explosion, million years of soul explosion, four million years, is exactly the day of the insect explosion.

The faces of the hundreds of major cultivators changed. With the pelican's eyes, his face turned purple and blue. Immediately, there were the Jin clan, the pelican clan, the dove clan, the phoenix clan, the pigeon clan, and dozens of clan cultivators jumped up, and their bodies flashed and wanted to flee away.

Sitting upright, Yi Xiao, who was silent, raised his hand slightly, and a white light hit the empty hall.

The pale blue gilded aura on the hall expanded to the four walls, and a light screen blocked the escape of the birds.

Several of the big birds turned around angrily. "Yi Xiao, why are you?"

Yi Xiao's face was calm, he glanced at the big bird who was in a hurry, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow birds, the 'Ancient Curse Worm' originated from this place, can you and other clans and places resist it?"

The fowlers slowly lowered their heads, and although their eyes were full of urgency, the anger subsided a lot. Although the "Ancient Curse Worm" has disappeared everywhere it goes, if you want to defeat the "Ancient Curse Worm", you must have a joint action from the great cultivators of the Holy Realm to have hope. With the strength of the clans, there is no way to resist.

The fowlers fled back to the stone bottle and looked at Yi Xiao anxiously.

"Warblers and fowl friends talk about it carefully". Yi Xiao looked at the phoenix warbler again quietly.

Feng Ying also talked about how to enter the "Xiangshui Pool", how to fight with Qian Qian, and how Yan Yi fought against the séance.

Yi Xiao's white eyebrows were lightly locked, staring at the phoenix warbler. "You said that there was a fowl named Jin Ya who entered the pool, where is the fowl"?

"I saw it in the bamboo forest in the pond area, but I don't know where I went." Feng Ying said softly, her thin eyebrows were also raised, the little bird, Feng Ying didn't pay attention, and now there is a trace of doubt.

Yi Xiao looked sideways at the medicine magpie. "Medicine friend, where did the little saint come from".

Yao Que frowned, Yi Xiao asked more about this, this matter has been said several times. "From the Gathering Rain Terrace".

Yi Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked at Yin Shuo. "O little saint"?

Yin Shuo was stunned for a moment, the black pitch-black holy shadow in his hand flashed, and the black charcoal-like Mo Ye was thrown into the center of the temple.

With a pop, four clouds of fire exploded from the black mist, and the four-colored flying flowers gradually moved towards the sky with a terrifying fire shadow. Suddenly, the beautiful flowers, bundles of dazzling light, crackled, bursting with black, pink, cyan, green star-like flowers.

A few snorts rang out, and several phantom lights hit the four-colored sparks. With a few pops, the fire in the sky was extinguished.

The black-headed and black-faced shadow emerged from the gas burning, glaring around with its bright black eyes. Pulling the corners of his mouth, he lowered his head and stood in the airspace of Wei Xun.

Yi Xiao nodded slightly, a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and he became calm again. "Mo Xie, he hasn't shown his true body yet."

The black-headed and black-faced holy shadow burst into a cloud of smoke and disappeared into the airspace, the void light flashed, and a black-haired fourth-order Qi Condensation Saint, dressed in black armor, stood in the air with a majestic volley, bent his knees, and knelt down in the airspace. "Mo Xie has seen the Yi Clan Master."

Yi Xiao twisted his long hair in his hand, and scolded in his heart: "Damn, little guy, it has been more than a thousand years to reach the fourth order of condensation."

"Mo Xie, have you ever entered the 'Xiangshui Pool', tell me the truth." Yi Xiao's face sank, and his voice asked with threat.

"Yes, Lord Yi". Mo Xie didn't dare to lie, and 1510 told what happened in the "Xiangshuitan". The only thing that is not talked about is the slashing avatar and the "Blood Clotting Primor".

The Great Cultivators of the Four Domains heard bursts of boos, but they didn't expect that a little saint of the Condensation Realm would actually enter the "Xiangshui Pool", and what he said was unheard of by all cultivators. Even Feng Ying was so shocked that Feng Mu looked Mo Ye up and down.

What Mo heresy said, Feng Ying has experienced, but what happened in the valley of "Xiangshuitan", Feng Ying knows nothing, it turns out that the valley is so weird.

"Mo Xie, you said that you have seen strange insects, I don't know how." Yi Xiao didn't care about the "Xiangshui Pool", he just wanted to know if the strange insect sealed in the pool was the "Ancient Curse Worm". (To be continued......)