Mo Xie stared at the miasma mist. The bucket-shaped disc stranded in the Danhai Sea soared into the chaotic airspace with a humming sound, slowly rotating under the clouds of the chaotic cave Tai Yuanyuan. In the bucket-shaped disc black dou cloud, seventy-six empty black vortices rotated slightly. It is the same as the number of cold poison twenty-seven, fire poison thirty-six, and yin poison thirteen in miasma.

Mo Xie entered the cultivation realm, and his mental perception of the bucket-shaped disc increased, and it seemed that there was a manipulative mental power. There were also five kinds of poisons in the miasma, and Mo Xie could sense that the bucket-shaped disc had been refined, and the five black dots in the black bucket-shaped cloud flashed lightly, without triggering a vortex.

The miasma clouds rolled strangely, as if writhing by some force. Mo Xie looked back and smiled. "Zhu Zhiyou, I'll go in and have a look."

Zhuxiu felt that his eyes were dark, as if his eyes were sealed by a heavy punch. The brain was buzzing, and the bamboo branches and leaves rustled on the head. "Holy Friends".

Mo Ye smiled and walked into the miasma. The black smoke curtain slowly cracked open a gap. It seems that a passage was deliberately opened for Mo Ye, and Mo Ye walked a few feet, and the crack closed strangely.

Zhuxiu and the other plant girls were frightened, and retreated into the bamboo forest step by step, looking in amazement as they coiled into a circle of miasma mist like snakes. In the Flying Star Stream, there were originally twenty-seven "Tianhan Thunder Bamboo" plant girls, three of them turned into the soul realm, and twenty-four of them turned into the shadow realm.

The three Transformation Soul Realm and the three Shadow Transformation Realm plant girls have studied miasma for hundreds of thousands of years, and they believe that they have obtained the technique of breaking the miasma, and when they enter the miasma mist, they are instantly turned into green water, and even the cold thunder secret technique of the "Heavenly Cold Thunder Bamboo" does not protect their bodies.

The little saint walked in leisurely, and the extremely poisonous miasma gave way as if frightened. Is the little saint really the great saint of the incarnation realm?

The black, filamentous smoke kept rising, condensing in the dome, forming a hazy sky. Silk, strands, rolls swirling. Mo Ye stretched out his fingertips, and a black mist condensed on his fingertips. Rub it gently and slowly bring it to your nose.

Zhuxiu said: "The 'water wave air array' has nothing to do with miasma clouds." Mo Xie did not dare to agree. This is not a holy realm, it is a forbidden place for the Silent Mountain of the Planting Domain. The miasma cloud disappears, and once it attracts large planters, the consequences are unimaginable.

Mo Ye sniffed lightly, the miasma cloud was the same as the poisonous gas, and it was the same for ten miles. Mo evil is incomprehensible, the poisonous gas is thick and different, and there must be a burst of eyes. The more concentrated it is, the more you can find the source of the poison. The source of poison was collected, the poisonous gas was absorbed, and the miasma cloud disappeared by itself. If the source of the poison cannot be found. I couldn't absorb all the poison gas at all, but I inhaled more and more. Mo Ye doesn't matter, he can come and go freely, and it's hard to say about the little plant demons.

Mo Xie entered the miasma cloud in order to find the source of the poison. Unexpectedly, the poison gas was the same within ten miles, and the location of the poison source could not be found.

The blue light flashed, and Mo Xie sucked it several times, inhaling a thousand and a half zhang, but he didn't escape to the end of the miasma cloud. Mo Evil God recognized the miasma that had been torn into pieces by the wind. It was sewn together piece by piece like a rag.

Hum, the black dou clouds on the bucket-shaped crystal disk swirled into the sky, and the black wind fell from the sky, and the black and heavy airspace collapsed. The gloom pressed down, and the mixed hole was too unobstructed, and Peiyuan trembled, flickering in the black douyun.

The miasma cloud pulled its throat like a mad lion, raging and roaring. Like a wolf's howl, the whips whipped in the air. In the blink of an eye, crystal beads of different sizes gathered into black and shining crystals and flew towards Mo Ye.

Mo Ye roared like a tiger, and dozens of black crystal beads flew into the Dan Sea. In an instant, it passed through the four meridians and three veins of thought, and fell into the bucket-shaped cloud. The black clouds that swirled around the Mixed Cave Taiwu Peiyuan absorbed the sound and fell back into the two-color bucket-shaped crystal disk quietly and leisurely.

The two-color bucket-shaped crystal disk fell silently, with two-colored light, suspended under the chaotic hole Taiwu Peiyuan, like a plate holding a chaotic cloud.

Lust was stunned, like a thunderbolt, and lust instantly sweated clothes. Is the little saint a mixed poison body?

The voice of lust was a little crying.

Zhiyu's "A Brief History of the Holy Clan" records the beginning and end of the war between the Zhi clan and the holy clan tens of millions of years ago. The ingratitude and betrayal of the great planters of the Zhi clan is the internal cause, although they have led the success or failure of several major wars, they have not been completely defeated by the power of ingratitude in the short term.

Although the Sacred Heart Tree is injured, the Sacred Heart Crystal is very few, and although the Great Planter of the Sacred Heart has suffered a lot of losses in the tens of thousands of years of war, the foundation has not moved. After thousands of years of ungrateful betrayal, the Zhi people are facing the greatest external trouble.

In the power of the Holy Clan, the "Mixed Yuan Poison Body" incarnated into the Great Sage Shi Haoyu of the Realm. Although the realm is only the first order of incarnation, the Mixed Yuan Poison Technique almost makes the Great Planter of the Zhi Clan's Formation Realm defeat without a fight. Several fixed-form fifth-order and sixth-order great planters were killed one after another, and dozens of third- and fourth-order fixed-form realms were killed in battle.

For tens of thousands of years, the plant tribe has been like autumn wind and falling leaves, and there have been countless deaths and injuries. Most of these great planters who died in battle were killed by the power of the "Mixed Yuan Poison Body" Great Sage. At that time, the only "Tianhan Thunder Bamboo" finalized third-order great planter Bamboo Thunder of the Zhi Clan, and the "Mixed Yuan Poison Body" Great Sage Shi Haoyu, fought in Xizhai Mountain for several months, and a bamboo sword cut out of Xizhai Gorge, but failed to escape the bad luck of dying in battle.

After that, the Zhi clan was no longer able to fight with the Holy Clan, so they had to fornicate and withdraw from the Holy Domain. The Zhi tribe transferred their anger to the Forget Clan. It is believed that the ungrateful betrayal of the forgetting clan has caused the Zhi clan to waste tens of millions of years of warplanes, and advocates the extermination of the ungrateful clan.

It is said that 10,000 years ago, another "Mixed Yuan Poison Body" appeared in the Holy Domain, but it was demonized when it broke through the incarnation realm. Slaughtering all sides in the holy realm has been a disaster for hundreds of years. But he was killed by the spiritual realm descending from the spiritual realm.

The most difficult thing for the "Mixed Yuan Poison Body" is the Qi Condensation Realm, and the most terrifying thing is the Incarnation Realm. Once they break through the Incarnation Realm, the Blood-Transformation Realm Spirits are helpless.

As a great planter of the Zhi Clan's Formation Realm, he has a deep understanding of this, but he never expected that this little saint would be a "mixed element poison body". Once the incarnation realm is planted, it will be a disaster for several races. A little cold glint flashed in the eyes of desire, and he had no intention of killing Mo Evil, but now he has an iron heart.

The desire was about to move, and the lore technique was pinched on the tips of his fingers, and he pondered for a long time, and slowly closed his eyes. Mo Xie's divine consciousness was released, and the qi moved between the vast miasma, all of which were under control, but he didn't know that it was already the line of life and death in an instant.

In the middle of a few inhalations, Mo Xie turned the 27 kinds of cold poison, 36 kinds of fire poison, and 13 kinds of yin poison in the miasma cloud into poison crystals and inhaled them into the bucket-shaped disk. Although the miasma cloud did not decrease, it roared and trembled strangely.

Mo Ye stared at the still sparse and uniform miasma cloud, and sneered. "Jing Shengyou, it is not easy to get this achievement for millions of years, Mo intends to leave here with the 'Tianhan Thunder Bamboo', please make it convenient for Jing Shengyou."

The miasma cloud fell silent for an instant, and then whined and rolled up waves of black mist. Black dust and chaos. "Holy Friend Mo, you and I are of the same heart, why do you say this, please come and go at any time."

Mo Xie smiled without saying a word, turned around and fled back to the Flying Star Stream. A dark dust shadow loomed from among the miasma clouds, a faint silhouette, and he inadvertently looked away. Even Mo Xie didn't perceive the Great Perfection of the Divine Sense, and the black dust shadow was around him.

The black and dusty shadow rolled the ghost eyes of the black spirit, and sighed helplessly. "The poison crystals that are so well stored are actually on par with their own refining, and there is no hope at all if they want to fight back."

Mo Xie fled back to the Flying Star Stream, and dozens of plant girls waited anxiously, for fear that Mo Xie would break his trust and escape out of the miasma cloud. Seeing Mo Xie smiling and stepping out of the miasma cloud, he was simply stunned. "Is this miasma cloud bullying the Zhi clan? Rolling around the little saint, like a clear morning air."

Mo Ye glanced at the "Heavenly Cold Thunder Bamboo" that was about to pounce up, and this body was charming and walked around in the plant area, and he couldn't help but kill the wind shadow.

"Yes". Dozens of plant girls were stunned, shouted in unison, and disappeared.

Mo Xie smiled and shook his head. Zhu Yu said softly, "Do you have anything else to bring?"

Verdant bamboo leaves, a gust of wind-like "rustle" sounded, verdant bamboo, slim and elegant, with a slender body.

"I'm dizzy". Mo Ye's eyelids jumped, didn't the bamboo girls want to uproot the bamboo and take it away, right?

After a few hours, the bamboo girls walked out of the bamboo forest one after another. Mo Ye looked at it and was not happy. Dozens of plant girls in green gauze clothes are still so hot and exposed, holding green and white bamboo shoots like children.

Mo Ye had a headache, this formation was brought to the Holy Domain to sell for sale, and a plant girl was at least millions of spars. Isn't this a nuisance in the planting area? Wherever you go, this dew will also attract crowd viewing.

Uh-huh. Mo Xie cleared his throat. "Friends, if you want to get out of the miasma mist, you must cover your body with clothes, and you must not expose it, because those who are exposed will definitely enter the body."

Hmm! Don't talk evil because it hasn't fallen. The green light flashed, the eyes of dozens of plant girls were covered, and the entire jade body was covered with dark green gauze. Mo Xie nodded with satisfaction. "Go with me, and don't go far from ten feet."

Mo Xie turned around and fled into the miasma, stood for a few breaths, and did not see a plant girl follow.

Dozens of plant girls stared blankly at the miasma of the black mist and did not dare to enter. Just went in like this, didn't you look for death? The six bamboo sisters used all kinds of secret techniques, but they didn't get out alive. Is the saint harming us, no matter what, we have to teach a mantra to recite it, right?

Mo Ye stretched out his head from the miasma and shouted eagerly. "Let's go, what are you still doing?"

Zhuyu was holding a small bamboo shoot, her green little face was white, and her hot madness was gone. Timidly walked two steps and stopped, looking back at Sister Zhuxiu. "Sister Department"?

Zhuxiu's dark green gauze trembled with fine ripples, and her long legs were a little soft. Green Leaf's eyes were full of fear. This is a fatal step, into the miasma, turned to ashes, and it is too late to regret it.

Mo Xie sighed, these plant girls were clamoring to leave, and when it was time to leave, they were scared again. "Whoever enters first will be awarded a cold crystal".

Mo Ye retracted his head after speaking. Tom, Mo Ye almost sat on the butt pier, Zhu Yu rushed in with his eyes closed, and two big jade peaks bounced Mo Ye several feet away. "Oh, a cold crystal."

In the blink of an eye, it was gone. Outside the miasma cloud, Zhuyu shouted. "I am alive, and the miasma is not poisonous".

Dozens of plant girls rushed into the miasma cloud. Zhuyu clinged to Mo Ye's side, pitifully looking at Mo Ye and muttering quietly. Mo Xie shuddered. "Zhuyu is three steps away from me, I'll add another one."

Taketama grinned and stretched out his hand. Mo Ye's eyes were almost squeezed out, what's the matter! It's the other way around, is it the plant girls begging me, or am I begging the plant girls. Mo Xie reluctantly took out two cold crystals and put them in Zhuyu's hand. (To be continued......)