Mo Xie couldn't help the huge waves of ecstasy, his black gaze turned into countless blood shadows looking for the blood spirit qi, that gaze was like the eyes of a poisonous snake, focusing on the blood-colored phantoms from time to time.

This insect can no longer suppress the cold heart, the whole body of excitement keeps writhing in the blood lake, as if fanning the wings that have degenerated, dancing crazy on the blood ice lake, the beauty of the dance, can not be described by wonder, the softness of the dance, can not be described as soft.

After being excited for a long time, the fiery gaze became frenzied, and a strange face of anger appeared on the scars, the disappointed eyes filled and drowned out the passion, and the weak lips seemed to cry out in pain. The red-spotted cheeks erupted like a volcanic eruption. Franticly grabbing his hair, tearing strands of fleshy black hair.

Mo Xie went crazy. Looking at the blood souls and blood spirits flying in the sky. At this time, the insect realized that since the imprison of Mo Xihui's consciousness and divine sense, the insect has never had the opportunity to refine the insect spirit. A holy bag full of white, red, and purple enlightenment beads, not only did they not refin, but they didn't know where they went.

The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is in front of him, watching the blood flying all over the sky, but there is nothing he can do, the insect frantically pulls down the black bloody hair, and keeps stuffing it into his mouth, he wants to eat himself, eat this brainless head. The heart is like a knife, and all thoughts are lost.

Lying limply on the blood lake, his hands clutching his head and constantly hitting the blood lake. Poof, the head pressed into the bloody water, snapped, and found the sound of breaking as if pulled out of the paste. Lifted it up, then pressed it back in. After a long time, he pulled it up again. The sticky blood paste glued all the black hairs on the head together, forming a blood-red dough.

Worm Soul, I don't know how long Lu Dao has been crazy, and finally gave up abusing Mo Ye's body. Sitting there with a dull gaze. This is a worm that has experienced countless sufferings, and after countless baptisms of suffering, grief and disappointment can only be exchanged for another long silence in its body.

The desolate heart was compressed in the expansion, and the divine consciousness that was about to explode for this. His cold gaze returned, and the fiery state of mind rose again. Never feel the grief of embarrassment anymore. The biting pain is gone.

Mo Xie sat calmly on top of the Blood Lake. Eyes slowly closed. The whole body and mind are immersed in the aura of blood and the flying of the soul.

For a long time, a long time, a tiny red point of light flew out of the sea of knowledge, stopped for a moment at the edge of the mysterious space, and seemed to peek at the blood web in that space.

The blood net was still so quiet, quietly suspended there, without a trace of white light leaking out, nor a trace of aura fluctuation.

Tiny red dots of light glow red. As if that were a hideous sneer, that was a contemptuous mockery.

Tiny red dots of light vanished.

A red light flew out from Mo Ye's brain, turned into a purple mantis phantom, and flew towards the blood spirit qi, the mantis phantom waved the purple blade in his hand, and the purple blade flew towards a red blood-colored phantom.

When the purple blade flew close to the blood-colored phantom, it instantly transformed into a purple clip, and the clip was filled with a leisurely purple glow. After a flash of glow, the clip slowly opened. Roll the rice balls into the water. Gently, quickly clamped around the neck of the bloody phantom. It was like pulling a blood-colored garment, dragging it to Mo Ye's side and shooting into the center of his eyebrows. After a sizzling sound. A wisp of red smoke rises from the center of his eyebrows. The blood-colored phantom was pulled into Mo Ye's mind.

In his mind, in front of a tiny red point of light, there stood a trembling white point of light. The white light spots are bright and dark, and they keep releasing shaking light waves. Light waves carry fear. With timidity, but also with begging.

"Despicable soul, you are my slave. I am your master, come, I give you new life".

The white dot of light seemed to sense that danger was coming. Struggling to escape into a mysterious space.

Whoosh, a small red point of light emits a ray of light, and a white point of light hits it, each ray of light turns into a rope with a barb. With a pop, it pierced into the white point of light.

The white light brightened a little and gradually dimmed. Fly upside down towards tiny red dots of light. A shiny tube flew out of the tiny red dot of light and into the dimmed dot of light.

Hiss, countless tiny beads flowed out of the dark dots of light, bead after bead, dot after dot. Rolling beans flow into tiny dots of light.

With each bead entering, the point of light seemed to gain energy, and a new ray of light shot out. Although this ray of light is weak, it is increasing in wisps. Tiny red dots of light kept shaking, as if enjoying it all. Keep making a sound of comfortable light.

The dark point of light no longer emits any light, and becomes a small, transparent shell. A ray of light flew out, and the transparent empty shell was popped out of his mind, flying into the blood spirit qi, exploding into a white gas.

Whoosh, the purple mantis phantom flew out again, and a blood-colored phantom was pulled into Mo Ye's mind again.

A quarter of an hour later, with the explosion of the white transparent light shell. The purple mantis phantom flew out, pulling in once, refining once, and bursting away.

Time passes by an hour, an hour passes.

An angry voice came from afar with a vicious shout, "Desire, why is my blood soul missing, who stole my blood soul."

A flat voice said without waves: "Lust soul, what are you shouting, my blood soul is not less at all, can your blood soul be less"?

"Who said that, my blood soul is obviously missing dozens of them." Angry voices were still shouting.

"Okay, Desire Soul, since I was in the same body as you, I haven't been quiet, there is less blood soul for a while, and the blood soul realm is low for a while, this heart that has just turned into a heart makes you almost scared" said in a flat voice.

It's been 100,000 years, and this soul has become accustomed to scaring itself. If it was tens of thousands of years, he would have been terrified. Now he is used to it, and the rage and roar, to his ears, are all fuss, startled and stunned.

"Really, desire, my blood soul is really less, really less, I didn't deceive you, help me take a look." The voice of the soul weakened, with a pleading, pitiful, miserable and indescribable.

"Okay, okay, I'll take a look, living with you, I'm pouring eight generations of mold." Desire said flatly. He has no choice, and every time he gets to this point, he softens himself. Otherwise, this desire soul can nagging endlessly every day. If I don't agree, the next 80 years, I will not stop the days will pass.

Boom, suddenly in the mother root of desire and soul, there was a soft sound, like a violent bean exploding from the center, the sound was very fragile, but the mind that had already been shaken was shattered.

Inside the mother root, under the aura of blood and spirit, Mo Ye was sitting silently.

Suddenly, the tiny red light spots in my mind emitted tens of thousands of rays of light, and the light became brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling, and the temperature of the whole mind of the piercing body was rising sharply in the radiant light. If it rises again, Mo Ye's entire mind will turn into air waves, and after it expands, it will collapse his entire head.

A red light flew out of his eyebrows, followed by a fragile roar. Tens of thousands of rays of light shot out in all directions like swords. In an instant, the blood lake turned into blood qi and flew into the air, and after fusing with the blood spirit qi, it emitted a series of explosions in the ten thousand rays of light.

The blood-red fiery cloud disappeared, and the blood spirit qi of the entire space lost its blood-red color, turned into a transparent clear qi and flew away.

Countless blood souls and blood spirits flying in the sky, like soldiers pierced by ten thousand arrows, slowly fell from the sky. In the middle of the fall, tiny beads of blood fell from the light hole through which the light passed. It fell very quickly, like a sharp object falling in a straight line, really shooting at the bottom of the cave, and when it was close to the bottom of the cave, it snapped, exploded into a little blood star, and the splash disappeared into a shadow.

A thick point stopped in the crumbling blood soul and blood spirit, and stopped there quietly, not moving.

After a few inhales, a round of bright eyes, flowing out of the clear light waves, soft light like a tide, like ice, the bright light soft like a light veil, in the heart of the mother root that has lost the red light, radiating clear light.

The soft light only stopped for a few breaths, and a very small, extremely red, and extremely bright light shot out, radiant and colorful. The extremely hot light pierced every dark corner like the tips of countless red-hot needles. There is nowhere to hide, nothing to hide. All living things in the light withered up in an instant.

The heart of the female root beat nervously twice, and the reserves of 100,000 years and the transformation of tens of thousands of years shrank. Little by little, little by little, from a beating heart, slowly withered, shook a few times and lost sound.

The angry outburst did not sound again, the flat voice did not question any more, and everything was quiet.

The slippery hole covered with feet of hair, dried up, slowly shrunk into a solid root, and gradually petrified.

The entrance of the black hole on the top of Xiaobald Mountain, I don't know when I disappeared without a trace.

Desire Heart Peak, on a certain hillside, thirty-three desire trees, swaying wildly, red and yellow flowers fell. A rain of flowers was formed and fell to the ground. The moment it comes into contact with the green grass underground, the flowers shatter and the petals disappear among the blades of grass.

The green and red and yellow all over the ground form a miserable picture of falling flowers. A gust of wind blew, and petals flew from this grass to that grass. Some are clinging to the roots of the grass, some are leaning against the stalks, some are resting on the blades of grass, and some are sandwiched between the stalks.

Flipped a few times with the wind. The red and yellow petals withered and turned black, and became the same color as the soil, and it was no longer possible to tell where there was a flower and where there was soil.

The wounded leaves of each stroking flower also slowly wilted the leaves, gently drooping tall and tall green leaves, yellow, black, accompanied by the flowers, with the black leaves that floated again, together into the soil.

Thirty-three trees of desire, twenty feet in circumference, were already bare, although there were still one or two leaves, swaying tenaciously in the morning breeze. However, the tens of thousands of years of thick branches have changed color by the swaying of the leaves and the bullying of the wind. It seems that after the lightning and fire, it has experienced thousands of years of fire poison. (To be continued......)