Not only was Mo Ye stunned, but the old saint also stared at Mo Ye who was retreating with suspicion. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info condensing qi sixth-order saint was able to take over the "Mixed Yuan Holy Light" so easily.

As everyone knows, this "Mixed Yuan Holy Light" is not an ordinary holy weapon, and its power can be extremely weak. If the Outer Saints knew where this light came from, the Holy Realm would be shocked. The saint took two of them. The old saint's face became dull, and the evil aura that permeated the air subsided.

Mo Xie escaped in the slightly cool clouds, and the sweat from his body made him shiver like ice, and he seemed to have a premonition that the old saint was definitely not the strength in front of him. If it is really the eldest disciple of the heart of the heart, Qingyunzi ....... Mo Xie couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"Incarnate Realm ......"! A gust of yin wind blew through the back of the neck, and it instantly became cold.

"Even if the holy friends are so fond of many things, let's go together!" The old saint bowed his back, and in a flash, he fled closer.

Mo Xie scolded in his heart: "Unlucky"! Now that he knows that it is too late, he could have escaped from Yizhi Peak, and he could have walked away. Suddenly perceiving that ghostly divine sense, I wanted to find out, but I fell into such a situation.

Mo Xie suppressed the dilapidated state of mind. Hahaha! "Thank you to the holy friends for raising your noble hand, Ni is very grateful, there are holy friends with you, this trip is of course a pleasure."

The old saint snorted in his heart. "Peer, it's just that the ancestor in this domain is not easy to start, change places, there are you good-looking."

"The Holy Friend does not know where to go". The old priest asked with a half-smile on his face.

"Withered Grass Peak". Mo Xie replied casually.

"Oh, I am on the same journey with my holy friends." The old saint's thin white eyebrows moved slightly, and his heart was surprised and surprised. "The little saint went to that barren holy peak."

Mo Xie has carefully studied the peak domain of the Holy Sword Mountain, and the Dry Soul Peak is the forbidden land of the Holy Sword Mountain, and it must be in the domain of the three peaks. Among the peaks, there is only the Withered Grass Peak, which is in the triangle of the Holy Sword Peak, the Holy Weapon Peak, and the Holy Medicine Peak. It is the only barren mountain outside the Holy Sword Peak. It is said that there is no grass or trees in the peak area, and it is a bare stone mountain.

The two peaks are both the word "withered", and Mo Xie has reason to suspect that the withered grass peak is the withered soul peak, and the difference in the name is just used to hide people's ears and eyes.

Mo Ye's face bloomed with a smile. "Holy Friends First Please".

The old saint glanced at the cautious Mo Ye and snorted in his heart. Shake your sleeves and walk away in the fog and wind.

Mo Ye followed not far away, his face seemed to be calm, but his divine sense locked on the old saint's every move.

The old saint not only has a strange sense, but his combat power is far above Mo Ye, and in the two duels, Mo Ye has suffered a lot. It is said that they are walking together, once they are attacked by it, such a close distance is more crisp than cutting turnips.

Looking at the ethereal figure of the old saint, the thin holy body was about to float up by the wide clothes, and I always felt that under the old face, there was a thin face. Listen to Bian Le and Gu Xin said: Among the four disciples of Bixinzi, only Qingyunzi is the most mysterious, who has been a teacher for hundreds of years, only knows that there is a saint, but has never seen its face. The other three disciples, Qing Fengzi is a rickety old man, Qing Leizi is a tough old man, and Qing Yuzi is an old woman.

Qingyuzi, Mo Xie saw it when he was in Botu Mountain, although the incense mist was pervasive, the shadow, the sound, was definitely not an old saint.

"If it's Qingyuzi". With his familiar divine senses alone, Mo Ye could also sense who it was. No need to ask, it must be the mysterious Qingyunzi.

Listen to Gu Xin say: "Master Qingyunzi is the most difficult master of the four ancestors."

Mo Ye's mouth was about to reach his ears, and he muttered in his heart. "Damn, how did you meet this master."

The old saint shook his wide robe, staring at the ethereal peak. The mist waterfall that pours down from the top of the mountain is like a magical and splendid heavenly river, and the clouds and mist are transmitted by the sun, showing a piece of cyan smoke, shrouding the peaks.

Mo Ye's eyelids jumped, where was the green peak sunk in the fog, and why were bursts of blue light reflected from the fog. Glancing at the thin old saint, Mo Xie walked forward as if nothing had happened.

The old saint's face was a little gloomy, and he slowly followed with a shaking wind, walking for hundreds of miles, Mo Ye's eyelids jumped even more sharply, and a small shock wave came from the holy bag.

"Holy friend, let's live in this peak and valley today!" When Mo Xie was surprised, the old saint approached him and said softly.

Mo Ye's eyelids were slightly raised, and a smile appeared on his face.

The scorching sun is slanting, the shadowed peaks of fog turn dark blue, and the cold tide sweeps under the dense foliage of the dense forest, clinging to the mountain and rushing to the windy slope of the rising sun.

It's still early, why does the old saint want to cultivate?

Mo Xie let out a light "um", fell into the blue leaves at the top of the giant tree alone, chose a waist-thick branch, and sat down cross-legged.

The old sage brushed aside the palm-like leaves, looked at the seated Buddha-like Mo Ye, and landed on the thick roots, gently swept the dust on the roots, took out the flower mat, and sat down.

As soon as the old saint sat down, a cool wind blew from the depths of the forest, and the ancient forest murmured lightly. The rain was like fog, the fog was like rain, falling with the wind, instantly sticking to Mo Ye's cheeks and placket.

A gray shadow appeared under the ancient tree, floating in front of the old saint, bursts of yin qi spread, cool fog droplets, from time to time from the end of the leaf like a disturbance, the mist gradually appeared in the holy form, a purple armor holy shadow stood in the mist.

The old priest took out a cyan crystal bead from the sacred bag and glanced at the holy shadow hanging from his hand. "Ye Shengyou, I don't know why I called me to come."

The Holy Shadow glanced at Mo Ye not far away. "Where did the saint come from?"

The old priest shook his head.

The black light flashed, and the three-toed "dry bone claw" was held in the black hand of the purple armor holy shadow.

Mo Ye's calm face shook out a shadow.

"Fierce Shadow Soul Person"?How could there be a soul person in the Holy Medicine Peak, and the realm was comparable to the incarnation realm. "Could it be the helper invited by Qingyunzi."

Mo Xie just wanted to move, and the old saint smiled. "Ye Shengyou, don't be nervous, this saint is from Ye Ling, and he is from the same peak clan as you."

The Purple Armor Holy Shadow played with the three-toed "Dry Bone Claw" in his hand, and two dark rays of light condensed on Mo Ye's face. After the divine sense counted the breaths, bursts of cold and murderous aura spread to the canopy. "This saint is not Elder Ye Ling."

Mo Xie was shocked in his heart, this soul was the Fallen Sage of Yeling? Who could it be?

"Oh! Ye Shengyou has not returned to the peak for thousands of years, and he can also distinguish one from the other." The old saint stroked his beard and smiled.

"Qing Shengyou, you and Bi Xinzi betrayed the Holy Sword Mountain, but they didn't eliminate the 'Holy Sword Fire Seal'." The Purple Armor Holy Shadow glared at the old saint and replied disdainfully.

"Ye Shengyou never leaves room for revealing the truth!" The old saint priest disagreed, and looked at the Purple Armor Holy Shadow and smiled silently.

"Hmph! Why didn't Bixinzi come, six thousand years have passed, have you forgotten what he promised?" The Purple Armor Holy Shadow roared angrily.

The old saint sighed for a few breaths, and glanced at the purple armor holy shadow thoughtfully. "The family teacher went to the Demon Domain and didn't return, so I was asked to deal with this matter."

Whew! The Purple Armor Holy Shadow carried the three-toed "dry bone claw" and escaped a few feet. A cold wind blew through the inky black tree field, and pieces of mist and leaves fell in the cold wind. In the blink of an eye, the green grass and black branches became white.

The Purple Armor Holy Shadow gradually disappeared into the dark and cold forest, and two crimson pearls condensed out, staring at the old saint closely.

The old sage, surrounded by the cold air, stared at the forest nonchalantly and laughed. "Ye Shengyou has escaped for thousands of years, and he is still so careful."

"Get out! I won't come to my heart, I don't have your place to speak." A vicious scream sounded in the forest, as if it was afraid that the sound would break through the barrier of the night mist, although it was fierce, the sound tone was extremely low.

"Why Ye Shengyou, if you don't need my help, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back to the 'Dry Soul Valley'." The old saint ignored the clamor of the purple armor holy shadow, played with the beard on his chin, and looked at the forest with a smile.

There was silence in the forest for a while, and it took a long time before he replied: "The smell of milk has not dried, and as soon as I arrived at the incarnation realm, I dared to pretend in front of my ancestor."

The old priest smiled faintly. "Ye Shengyou, when the family teacher leaves, it has been arranged, and soon, a holy friend will send the holy medicine."

The cold snap in the forest gradually subsided, the thick black mist flowed like smoke, and a few starlights fell on the crystal water droplets through the branches. The faint gray shadow was silently hidden in the dark shadow behind the pearl light, and the silence in the forest was almost suffocating.

Mo Ye half-squinted his eyes and stared at the cold forest. The "Soul Suppression Bead" in the holy bag kept ringing constantly, and on the flickering bead body, a vague holy shadow loomed.

The "Soul Suppression Pearl" was given to Mo Ye by Ye Yu, and he repeatedly advised: "This pearl can sense Ye Xuanzi's breath within 10,000 miles."

When the Purple Armor Holy Shadow appeared, the "Soul Suppression Bead" was frightened and kept shaking. Mo Ye once thought that the Purple Armor Holy Shadow was Ye Xuanzi, but he couldn't be sure. The elder of Jianshu once handed over the portrait of Ye Xuanzi to Mo Ye, but the face of the Purple Armor Holy Shadow was blurry and could not be distinguished at all.

While Mo Xie was pondering, three starlights rushed from behind the Black Ridge peak.

Mo Ye's face changed, and he secretly complained in his heart, he had no chance to hide.

Whoosh! Whoosh! The three holy shadows fell into the forest domain, and a murderous aura rushed straight to the cultivator Mo Ye.

A burst of green smoke burst out, and Mo Xie, who was sitting on the fork of the tree, turned into a clear light.

"Stop!" the old priest roared. The blue light flew towards the Holy Shadow, and the transparent light screen blocked the tree field.

"Qing Shengyou, this saint stole the 'Hundred Rounds of Forging Heart Dispersion'." Duan Xing roared murderously.

"Yes, it's his ......." Sha Rong followed and scolded.

Jiade stared at the black domain with a gloomy face, his forehead burst with green tendons, and under the cyan light screen, it seemed that his face was crawling with black maggots.

The remnant of the Dao Dao fell to the tree field on one side, and under the shadow of the black ink tree, Mo Xie stood in the starlight with his hands behind his back and a cruel smile.

The old saint slowly turned his head and looked at Mo Ye who was standing in the wind. "The Holy Friends may have such a thing."

Before the words fell, three yin winds swept the cold and killing aura, like a fierce beast, violently attacking. As soon as the bone claws were retracted, he was caught off guard and pinched towards Mo Ye's head.

The shield flashed, and a ghost shadow pushed the black shield shadow and rushed towards the bone claw, click! The three bone shadows drew a miserable white light, leaving deep claw marks on the shield surface.

The tragic light fell, and the forest was plunged into terror and darkness, and a few breaking sounds were heard, and the black ink forest became gloomy and silent.

"Bring the Holy Priest of Death, or I will tear you apart."