Deng Ming kept his face silent, his eyes seemed to be immersed in cold ice, and his silver teeth slowly intertwined, and the strange creaking sound shocked the hearts of all the disciples like a monster gnawing.

The corners of Deng Ming's eyes rose slightly, and his pure pupils and bewitching eyes revealed a cold killing intent. A sinister smile spread on her beautiful and elegant face. Said word by word. "Young Master of Hundred Generations, hum, Holy Worm, do you think you can escape by changing your face?"

The disciples on the Fengyun Golden Cushion were stunned, exhaling briefly and spasmodically, not understanding what the master said. tilted his head to look at Tao Yue, who was struggling in pain.

Tao Yue's face was strangely distorted, blue and purple, purple and green, and her hair stood up coldly like a demon, like a big hedgehog on her head. The eyes are dazed and overwhelmed.

Boom, the boulder fell into the pool, and a wave of helpless divine consciousness rippled, with Tao Yue as the center, and the surrounding area stirred away. Hundreds of lustful disciples were like entering an illusion, their minds were frozen in dementia, and their brains were like a blank sheet of paper.

Whoosh, a yellow light flew towards Deng Ming with a black tail, like two lightning bolts in the sky, staggered into two dazzling light dragons, making a sound like the sky cracking and the earth cracking, and sucked in front of Deng Ming's eyes.

Hmph, Tao Yue released a glittering light shield outside his body, and a black wing stretched out from the light shield, flying towards the Desire Heart Peak in a flash.

Deng Ming's face became as flat as water, and his eyes were thoughtful. First of all, the eyebrows were turning black waves, and the dark and shining eyes under the thick eyelashes burst out one by one, and the blue light flashed, and a cluster of wonderful fluffy fine grass, like a light cloud that swept down the yellow mangs and black tails.

Looking at Tao Yue who was fleeing, her long light black eyes bulged slightly, flickering with keen brilliance, and thousands of soft threads pierced Tao Yue's heart.

Boom, hiss, soft silk like a hammer on top of the crystal, after the accent. A screeching scratch sounds.

The black armor on Tao Yue's body sunk inward, and her glass-like eyes spun as if drunk, and she was dizzy, like an arrow from a string, slamming into a transparent light mask. With a hiss, Tao Yue slid down tightly against the mask, drawing a beautiful curve and sliding under the mask. A transparent book skin shook on the light mask, like a feather in the wind, flickering and falling on the limp figure under the light mask.

Deng Ming sat on the throne of the Tengyun Carving Phoenix and did not move. The eyes were cold and stiff.

Deng Ming didn't expect it. The holy insect in front of him, to be precise, should be a saint, was able to escape the immobilization technique and resist the blow of the Wanli Rou Line. The strange thing is that the technique used by this little saint seems to be somewhat familiar, and I can't remember when I have seen it for a while.

The battle between Deng Ming and the little saint, it seems that Deng easily defeated the little saint, that is the gap in the realm, if you fight in the same realm. Deng Ming didn't know what the odds of winning the road were.

Deng Ming smiled coldly, and his eyes were filled with ice flowers. Silently. "Little saint, although the holy worm does not know where to go, it must be your holy body."

The disciples in the Book Pavilion. At this time, he woke up like a dream, and looked at his ancestor Deng Ming in amazement. "Wu Tao, seal the Holy Worm Danhai and send it to Desire Peak. As a slave of desire, he shall never be released".

Wu Tao flew out of the Desire Pavilion in response, gently clicked on the St. St. Danhai who was paralyzed on the ground, and reached out to grab it. Glance at it. Sure enough, it was the "young master of a hundred generations". Wu Tao muttered in his heart, "I really don't know whether to live or die, the little Gugen saint dares to go to the Desire Cave to tear up the wilderness, and he dares to fight with the Lord of the Desire Cave."

The sky of the heart cave seems to be shaken by the duel just now, the drizzle is coming silently, fluttering and sprinkled like silk, like wisps, and the crystal is cool and cool like an idiot, like drunk. Tens of thousands of silver threads, rippling in the air, the misty light yarn, sprinkled to the black mountain green trees.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the whip struck the earth. There was a deafening roar, and the raindrops the size of beans smashed down from the inky black sky. Hit Mo Ye's low-hanging black hair, flowing down in streams, ticking to form new rain lines flowing into the forest from the sky.

The rain, like arrows, pierced through the silent life, and Mo Ye could not perceive the coldness of the rain. The thunder shook the heart, stirring up the creatures of the earth, but it could not awaken Mo Xie's closed heart.

"Wu Tao, what day is today". The old and flat voice and lightning pierced the silence of the sky.

"I've seen the envoy of Magu, the slave sent by the cave master." Wu Tao threw Deng Ming's waist card into the Desire Peak.

"Hey, hey, that little guy doesn't have long eyes, offending the cave master." There was an old, dry coughing laugh from the Desire Peak, as if the laughter was too strong, and the cough kept stopping. The crystal light flashed, and a thin black hand grabbed the saint priest in Wu Tao's hand, like pulling a dead fish out of the water, and pulled it into the light mask.

Hiss, rumbling thunder, a suspicious inhalation, followed by a dry laugh. "It's true that there is a reincarnation in heaven and earth, the holy worm is gone, and a saint priest has come."

Lightning flashed, splitting the dark and heavy clouds, the leaves of the Desire Peak shook and rustled, and the silver hair that fell to the ground flashed in the shadows. A furrowed, linen-streaked face covered with twilight, and the look of surprise disappeared after the lightning.

"Wushan, it's been eight hundred years, and finally someone is with you." The old man's voice thundered and turned into the distance.

Boom, boom, the sound of crystal iron shackles sounded in a huge lightning, like a thunder rumbling after the lightning. A dark shadow in the bushes of Lust Peak got up and galloped step by step with iron shackles.

The dazzling lightning came down suddenly, the black shadow seemed to be very close, the sound of shackles was endless, and Magu stood silently in the black cloud curtain for two moments,

The clattering thunder subsided the frenzy, and only the sound of dripping rain sparsely fell on the light mask of Desire Peak. An old figure on crutches, wearing a broken straw hat and a gray coat appeared on the mountain road.

The old man's crutches were very difficult, his body arched to break the stone staff, and with each step, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and his mouth was panting.

The sound of shackles became louder and louder, the old man's panting mouth was toothless, his eyes were deeply immersed in his sockets, and he stared at Magu who was standing in the air in a daze.

The sound came from the skinny wrist and the shuffling foot, and if you looked closely, a shiny chain of thick fingers hung from the old man's neck and shins, connecting the wrist and the leg wrist. The sound of the claming came from this chain, the crystal chain seemed to be very heavy, and the old man's strong body had to bow down again after sucking it down. Panting and sweating profusely, the whole body had to press against the crutches.

"Ancestor, you look for me". The old man gasped for a moment before asking slowly.

"Wu Shan, send you an assistant, take a good look at him, he is much more popular than you were back then, remember the Desire Tree turmoil a year ago, it was his masterpiece." Magu said coldly.

The old man stared at his godless eyes, tilted his head, and looked at Magu, he didn't have the strength to straighten up again, he was tired, and he didn't have the demeanor he had back then.

"No, it's a slave, you have to be careful, you give him a chance, he can swallow the tree of desire." Magu knew that what she said was a bit serious, if it was the Holy Worm Soul back then, she really had such an ability. Today's little saint is probably not much stronger than Wushan.

"I see. Before I die, I will refine him into a faithful slave of the heart." Wu Shan staggered to the black shadow lying on the ground. The withered hand grabbed the back of the bow, and a bright hook appeared in the hand, trembling towards the black shadow, and turned around with a cane, boom, boom, boom, and walked into the black hole forest with heavy steps.

Magu looked at Wushan's distant figure and sighed secretly, "Debt, debt."

The rain fell slowly, like wisps of silk, dripping, like cow hair, like flower needles, sprinkled on the leaves, rustling, devouring the leaves in the dark. Falling among the flowers, da-da-da, moisturizing the budding buds.

Wisps of smoke, thin, misty, like a drizzle outside the hall, like fog but not fog, like a line but not a line, like tangible and intangible, silk like a silk on Deng Ming's heart. Deng Ming has been immersed in memories. Feel the rain and feel the wet smoke. Deng Ming still hadn't figured out where the spell used by this saint came from. Why is it so amazing, I was so shocked that I trembled, so familiar, it seems that I had seen it yesterday, and I forgot it today.

Deng Ming's headache is like this again in thousands of years, painful and painful, and painful and unwilling to open his eyes. I want to cry in pain but there are no tears, why this spell appears in front of me again, and I have waited for a thousand years, and I will inadvertently see hope again. Who is plucking the heartache strings, and Deng Ming, who is in pain, has to hold his chest tightly and frown high.

It's been a thousand years, you have fled for a thousand years, and your disciples and grandchildren have come to me to tell me, are you still alive? Are you here to insult me and make my heart ache for you to live? If I can't get your heart, I will destroy your disciples and make them pay the price for your desperation and my love.

Deng Ming gritted his teeth fiercely, his face was pale and painful, and a trace of blood appeared from his pale lips, oozing little by little, dripping from the corner of his mouth to the ground.

Deng Ming's heart trembled uncontrollably with the pleasure of hatred and revenge. The raging flames burned away the sun's sanity, and the mad grinning and angry roared. The whole person is drowned in love and hatred. Beauty and kindness melt into this raging wave.

Wu Tao stood in the hall for a long time, and returned to the master several times, but did not get an answer from the master. Wu Tao was in a dilemma, not knowing whether Lu Dao should avoid it or continue to stay here.

"Wu Tao, I'm back." When Wu Tao was confused, Deng Ming suddenly asked.

Wu Tao hurriedly explained the matter. Deng Ming interrupted Wu Tao's words. After a long time, he raised his head to look at Wu Tao, and with a wave of his hand, a crystal light flew towards Wu Tao. "Send this to Lust Peak and hand it over to Magu."

Wu Tao caught the crystal light, and her heart was beating in shock. "Heart chain, soul chain"? Why did the cave master use these two holy chains to lock up the little saint?

The chain of the heart is a sacred object of the trapped heart, once the mind is locked, it is a necessary thing for the puppet secret technique, used to imprison the trapped mind. The soul chain is a sacred relic of trapped consciousness, once the divine sense seal is locked, it is difficult to open all techniques, and it is used to imprison the trapped soul. The two holy relics are used together, and the sage is lost in the illusion like a puppet, becoming insensitive. (To be continued......)