"Take a look!" Mo Yi and Huang Tian hurriedly took a look, and Yi Yi put the stars in place. "It's not a big deal, it's just that I passed out!" Mo Yi probed Sima Jun's snort and said, "Let's go on your back, it's almost dawn, go back and see how Peng Hou and Tai Sui are doing, and if you go inside, you don't know what will happen!" Mo Yi and the three of them returned the same way, ignoring the entity of the shadow walker who was killed by the sword.

Don't really say it, Sima Jun is quite heavy, and Huang Tian has a lot of complaints about Sima Jun behind his back. If you are carrying Yi Yi or something, the feeling on your back, that sourness, is not comparable to this Sima Jun. Seeing that Yi Yi, a big beauty, was still chatting there, Huang Tian secretly swore in his heart that he would definitely tell Lan Ying when he went out, although he didn't know what Lan Ying looked like!

The four of them returned to the main hall and saw that Peng Hou and Tai Sui had both fallen to the ground, covered in injuries. The blood on the ground was sprinkled with green juice, and the monkey hair and Tai Sui skin were also all over the ground.

Huang Tian carried Sima Jun on his back and walked such a long way, he didn't want it for a long time, he saw a few futons on the ground, rubbed them with his feet, stacked them at random, and then threw Sima Jun on the ground: "Forehead, what did this old man eat, why is it so heavy!" Mo Yi glanced at Huang Tian with disdain, do you think I haven't carried it, it's not too heavy! Look at your little arms and legs!

It's called an injustice in the barren sky, it's really not a good family to know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive, you don't know if you look at it from your back. Mo Yi didn't delve too deeply into this matter, because he felt a lot of energy fluctuations!"Who!" Mo Yi looked back, but he didn't even see a shadow, but this energy fluctuation could always be felt.

Mo Yi protected Yi Yi behind him, and he didn't care about the wilderness. "Hey!" Huang Tian was still dissatisfied, but was glared back by Mo Yi at a glance. Immediately after, this energy seemed to become more and more powerful, materializing into the wind, blowing in gusts of time, and even Araten and Yi Yi felt it. "Whoa, don't pretend to be a ghost!" Mo Yi snorted, not intending for anyone to answer.

"Little doll, you actually found out. Huang Tian was startled by this sudden sound, and dropped Sima Jun, who had just been picked up, to the ground again. Mo Yi's sweat, your wind is blowing so hard, who can't feel it, can't find it, it's really nonsense! Since it's right that people are here, then "Unintentional Slash Illusion!" Mo Yi held the sword in both hands, slashed in the air, and the space split apart, and came out of the original appearance of this place.

There is a large cushion in the center of the main hall, almost 2x3 meters in size! The mat is a dragon pattern, and there is a dragon ball on the dragon's hand. Several monster-looking people sat in front of the Dragon Ball, pushing their palms with both hands, and the dark green energy continued to pour under this mat. The dragon on the mat also turned into green fluctuations, vivid.

It's not good to look at these old things, there must be some conspiracy here. "Oh no! stop them!" Mo Yi knew with his nose that these people who looked like this must be dark people, and under this mat must be where the magic eye is, so they ...... They must be trying to sacrifice the Magic Eye!

These old guys, doing this kind of thing right under my nose, how can I save the people in the world! Mo Yi pulled out his trembling sword and threw it over. Impartiality is in the middle of the Dragon Ball, Mo Yi can't bear it, and these old guys can't bear it either. By the way, let me introduce, there are three of these old men, one is hunchbacked, one is white-haired, and one is skinny, everyone remembers!

"Phew, what are you old men doing sitting here in disheveled clothes!" "Phew, that's wrong!" "Uh, you old men, what are you doing sitting on the floor? Don't your mother teach you that the floor is dirty!" Mo Yi's momentum came out at once, and the three old men were so frightened that they didn't dare to move. In fact, it's not that I don't dare to move, but I just feel inexplicable, and suddenly one of them jumps out and says something I don't understand, which is really enough.

"Little doll, does your father teach you what it means to respect the old and love the young?" said the hunchbacked old man. "My father didn't teach me, what do you care!" Mo Yi said proudly. "Boy, then you're here to die!" said the white-haired old man. "Yes, looking for you, looking for!" Mo Yi still looked superior. "Come on, then!" the scrawny old man didn't have that much to say, just do it.

A thin old bone rose into the air and rushed straight towards Mo Yi. A smile crossed the corner of Mo Yi's mouth: "Dark Dharma Protectors? How can these bad old men even be fooled by the radical method!"Hahaha!" The white-haired old man smiled and said: "Little doll, it's not that we can't see that you are the radical general, it's just that we think that it won't waste much time to continue the sacrifice after killing you!" When Mo Yi heard this, the whole person was not good, it turned out that these three old men were playing this abacus.

In that case, it's good to be able to interrupt the sacrifice anyway!"Hmph, what's the matter??," Mo Yi also looked unhappy, either they died or they didn't live today, you can watch it!" "How is it......" The skinny old man's tone was gloomy, and the kung fu man disappeared in the blink of an eye. Immediately after appearing beside Mo Yi, he passed with a slipper. Mo Yi's reaction was also very fast, and he immediately raised his sword to block, and Mo Yi, this kid is very cheap, when he blocked, he drew two swords, the trembling blade was pointed at the old man, and then he used the seven-star sword to cushion his blade, so that the old man dared to kick in, and his legs were gone.

"Bang!" The old man kicked on the trembling light sword, Mo Yi was kicked out for several meters, slammed on the wall, and the stars on his face! When Mo Yi was better, he saw it, it was a breath, this old man's legs were actually connected to his straddle, it was really a good cross, no, it was a good leg!" "Old man, I didn't expect your legs to be quite hard, dare you stand and slash me!" Mo Yi said. "Okay, what's not to do!" the old man dragged the same as twenty-five or eighty-thousand.

Mo Yi grinned and slashed down with a sword. "Wait!" the shivering lightsaber was about to land on his lap when the scrawny old man suddenly shouted. The trembling sword stopped on the old man's thigh, and did not cut down. "What's the matter, do you want to rely on the old and sell the old, what do you say doesn't count! In the end, cut or not!" "Cut, why don't you cut!" "Then what are you shouting!" Mo Yi smelled a smell of conspiracy.

"I said cut with a knife, how can you little baby cut me with a sword!" the old man said proudly. "I ......" cursive words did not scold, I am the second Ao, play me! I am such a handsome and invincible person with the halo of the protagonist, I will not be able to kill you and me! Mo Yi is a swordsman, how can there be a knife, I rely on it, I am really put on a play on words.

"Alright, you old man talk so much nonsense!" a golden light fell from the sky, breaking the ceiling. The man fell to the ground, and before Mo Yi could see who it was, he kicked it out: "One Breath, Ten Thousand Troops!" The skinny old man's feet were also wrapped in a ball of blue gas, and they collided with the man's feet, but he didn't hold it for a second, and the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string.

The white-haired old man was stunned, and the hunchbacked old man also saw it, Mo Yi didn't speak, and quietly looked at the young man in front of him-Martial Saint Wu Ling Xiu! Cool and cool! Worthy of being a Martial Saint, he is simply handsome, if he doesn't destroy the ceiling, it will be perfect. "Generally, where there is a martial arts cultivation, the Sword Saint Feng Wuxue is also going to appear!"

"Bang!" "Khoosh!" The ceiling was completely torn down, and a sword with a scabbard attached to it was stuck in the dragon ball, and the hunchbacked old man and the white-haired old man flew to the side. Another young man, dressed in white, fluttered down, stepped on the hilt of his sword with one foot, and turned his head to see a handsome and capable face. Perfect if you don't break the ceiling!

These two are really good friends, and even the way they appear is very similar. Mo Yi looked up, as if he was looking for something. "What are you looking for?" asked, is there anyone else who can't come, God, don't think it's chaotic enough, don't come again, otherwise if you don't get rid of the dark people, you will be strangled to death by the crumbs that fall from the ceiling to your mouth.

"I'll see if the Great Monk Ning Xuan comes, if so, it will be perfect!" These three people are currently the strongest three people Mo Yi has seen, and they thought they were in a group, but the result was really disappointing.

Although Feng Wuxue and Wu Lingxiu pose well and the way they appear is good-looking, they really don't talk much nonsense: "You are not the opponent of this group of old men, let's deal with it!" Although this is the truth, why does it sound so unpleasant. "Cut!~" Mo Yi snorted unconvinced, and took Sima Jun Huangtian and Yi Yi to sit on the chair to watch the play. I don't accept it in my heart, but I can't send it to death if I can't beat it, otherwise I won't be lacking in heart!

In front of Mo Yi stood two young people, a sword saint and a martial saint, both of whom were people with heads and faces, and the gods and dragons had no end in sight, and they all ran to this Fuyin Dynasty, no wonder others couldn't find them! But in the end, it's not something that Mo Yi can change, let's stay and see honestly, I can't learn a trick and a half!

"I didn't expect you, we're still here on guard!" The white-haired and hunchbacked talked, and there was a skinny one, still inlaid on the wall, and his leg was kicked off, and he couldn't pick it off for a while.

"Just with you old, weak, sick and disabled, you can stop us!" Martial Saint is not forgiving at all, and he has no quality of respecting the old and loving the young, but I like it!qaq "That's good, then let's try it!" The white-haired old man and the hunchbacked old man respectively pulled out a bright short sword from their waists, and this short sword has a barb on it, once it pierces the flesh, it must be brought out by the flesh, it is simply cruel. When Huangtian saw the weapon, his body trembled, he was stabbed by this knife, it was no different from being punished, the one that hurts is called a dead and alive, even if the pain is unconscious, you can feel pain for several days when you look at the wound.

Feng Wuxue got off the sword, pulled it up, sat down on Mo Yi's side, and shouted: "Well done, good fight! That's right, that's it, give him another punch!" "Mo Yi......", "Huangtian", ...... "Yi Yi", "Sima Jun", "zzzzzzz...... "Wu Ling Xiu: "Wow, you actually sold me!"

However, Wu Lingxiu cleaned up these two old men, which was more than enough. These people are just a few small shamans in the dark, they are used as cannon fodder to activate this formation, and it is not an exaggeration for Wuling Xiu to fight dozens of them at all. Forehead...... Mo Yi didn't even seem to be the scrawny old man hanging on the wall. Mo Yi: Why do you mention this, you can't write about fights. Leng Yi me: Come on, come on, write and write, don't mention it, don't mention it, don't mention it.

"Bang!" "!" Wu Lingxiu punched one by one, and the two old men also hung on the wall. "Papapa~" Wu Lingxiu clapped his hands, is there any more, why can't there be a single fight!Mo Yi was stunned, what is it? This is the end? What about the wonderful fight? "Are you a little fast!" "You are filming, one move at a time, I directly suppressed it, and the slap and fan are gone!" Wu Lingxiu didn't care about spreading his hands, indicating that there was no pressure at all.

A black light blinded everyone's eyes, and Feng Wuxue saw that it was not good: "Oh no, Wu Ling Xiu!" Wu Ling Xiu knew that something was wrong when he heard Feng Wuxue's tone, and his whole body emitted golden light to dispel the black light, but it was too late, the three old men were already lying dead on that mat, and the blood penetrated into the dragon, making the dragon's color darker and darker!

After doing it for a long time, I still didn't expect this hand, these three old men committed suicide to sacrifice this magic eye. As soon as the Martial Saint Sword Saint saw that things were not good, he immediately cut his hand with his sword, dripped blood on the sword, and wrote spells on all sides of the mat with his sword, so as to temporarily suppress the urge of this formation. "The task is complete, let's go!" Wu Lingxiu was so anxious that he turned over and disappeared.

Feng Wuxue shook her head helplessly, this Wuling Xiu still remembers the hatred just now!

Since he was gone, Feng Wuxue had to explain to Mo Yi and the others: "Once this demon eye is sacrificed, then the time will be great, and the two of us will also guard this formation, you have to find the phantom white bear within three days, and bring it here to break the formation!" "Then where is that bear!"